You may be the Chosen One, mate, but this is a whole lot bigger than that.

Harry & Hermione + book quotes

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ESCAPE FROM THE MALFOY MANOR | DRACO - HARRY - HERMIONE

aboywithroundglasses:

malfoah:

 

What did he just do?
What did he just do?
What did he just do?
What did he just do?
What did he just do?

                                         HE BECAME A TRAITOR.
                                HE PUT HIS BAD FAITH IN IDIOTS.
                       HE SIGNED HIS DEATH CERTIFICATE AGAIN.

"Right." Bellatrix began, scurrying over to where the sword was.
"Now goblin. This sword." she held it to the bonded up creature.
"Is it a fake, or is this mudblood?" she paused then proceeded
to aim a curse at Granger who looked near dead, her body being
possessed by pain. It was like a puppet and with every curse, his
mad aunt pulled the strings of her body every which way. “Lying to me?”

Draco hardly registered at what point he flung the goblin forward and
went back to his mother, hands shaking worse than ever. He made
up for the movement by clapping them together as though the filth from
the creature disgusted him more than himself.

The goblin ran long, scaly fingers across the rubies
as Bellatrix grew impatient. A faint feeling washed
over Draco as he realized the stupid goblin wouldn’t
be tortured while performing a task. Instead, her anger
continued to be lashed out on the Gryffindor muggleborn.

"Hurry up, beastie —!"

                                            crack ! 

"What was that?" his father called out, turning towards the cellar.
                               ”Did you hear that? What was that noise in the cellar?”

                         Draco didn’t even look. Only stared ahead, his fingers seeking
                         out his wand. The clock was ticking and if eight years taught him
                         anything, Potter was up to something. Breathing evenly, he shrugged
                          in response to his father’s gaze on him.

"Draco —" he started, locking his gaze with him.

                       Father…no.  ]

            “—no, call Wormtail! Make him go and check.”

Licking lips, he tried to hide his uttermost relief. If he were 
the servant, he was afraid as to just what he would find.
Perhaps, they would forget Draco’s bold move, an obvious
sign he wanted to change sides, and stun him. For better
or worse ——- probably worse. Sooner or later, the Dark Lord
would come. His fury had been felt by Draco before. His wrath
was terrifying. He did not want to stay. He wanted to leave.
Somehow —-  s o m e h o w .  But it needed to be clever. 
He had his family to think about.

In moments, his mother left the room and retrieved a petrified
looking Wormtail. Everyone in the room remained silent as
Narcissa gave him a hushed order to check the dungeon.
The hideous, trembling man brought up his grimy hands like
a rat towards his chest, looked around with watery eyes, then got
out his wand before disappearing from sight. Draco was as still
as a statue, paralyzed with anticipation as to what would happen next.
Grey eyes flickered to Granger’s body on the floor, wondering how much 
longer she was going to last her her poor attempts to save herself.

After another moment, Lucius called out, “What is it, Wormtail?”

                    silence is deafening sometimes.

     Blood pounded in his ears. And all the while,
     Draco’s final words echoed around him. Were
     they just a construct of his imagination?

          Luna and Dean had both insisted upon staying,
          but once they had finally managed to convince
          them all to escape with Dobby, Harry and Ron
          turned their attention to the situation upstairs.

"What d’you think, Harry? Can we trust him?"

     Could they? Surely, the Malfoys had nothing
     to gain by tricking them now. They were needed
     alive. Dead hostages held no information. On
     top of that, he knew he could already feel 
     Voldemort’s f u r y at being denied a shot at
     his greatest enemy.

         It was blind hope, but if they wanted
               to save Hermione, it was all they had.

     At that moment, Wormtail’s scuffling footsteps
     could be heard, and Harry motioned to Ron what
     was about to happen, as the door swung open.

          At once, both boys jumped on top of Wormtail,
          quickly overpowering him and forcing his wand
          away. But his other hand was free. It slipped 
          past their defences and wrapped itself around
          Harry’s neck, silver fingers clasping tightly
          around his throat.

     Evidently, the Malfoys had heard the struggle,
     but Ron squeaked out in a passable imitation
     of Wormtail’s voice.

          “Nothing! All fine!”

     Wormtail wasted no time in trying to strangle
     Harry, but he managed to force some words out.

          “You’re going to kill me? After I saved your life?
                          You owe me, Wormtail!"

          Harry wasn’t sure what he was expecting it to
          achieve, but there was a flicker of hesitation
          in the other man’s watery eyes. Without any
          other warning, the silver hand seemed to 
          let go of its own accord, turning on its owner.

          “No—”

          This hadn’t been what he’d intended— they’d
          only wanted to incapacitate him. Killing him
          was too messy.

     But it wasn’t more than a few seconds before
     Wormtail was dead on the floor.

          Harry motioned upstairs, before taking his
          borrowed wand and holding it outstretched
          as he made his way up the dimly lit passage.
          The element of surprise would be their only hope.

          “Stupefy!”

The sound of Harry’s voice nearly
sent her into shock. What were they-?

Where — ?

It was chaos. She could barely see.
But she could feel the vibrations
of everyone’s feet as there was
obvious struggle. She hoped and
prayed that those two had a plan —

SHE NEEDED TO MOVE.

She heard a faint pop,
risking a glance to the left.

Dobby put a finger to his lips before he disappeared.

THEY HAD A P L A N.
Was Dobby their only hope?

Blinking back the tears, she
forced herself to sit up, pushing
herself up on her elbows. She was
her own deadweight. She was too weak
to get up.

Ron was the first person she
was able to make out clearly.
His name fell as a whimper,
barely audible as it fell from
her lips, pushing her body forward.

Jinxes and curses were flying
and she just hoped none of them
hit red hair or green eyes.

freakishflower:

mionex:

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"Would you believe me if I said
that Harry and Ronald didn’t listen
to me —- again?”

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❝ Yes,  darling … I’m  afraid  I
    would   believe  you.   They
    really ought to listen to you.
 ❞

"Exactly! I’m sure you’ve
never had this problem.”

freakishflower:

                                          [ I said I was going to do drafts whoops.

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                                            because  they  are  all fabulous and  I
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                                Please please please  don’t be upset or offended
                                if you aren’t on it, I’m just a silly potato with a bit of
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                         Many smooches for you all, and know that you are all very
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pxnsylove:

mionex:

Hermione made a face at the other girl, peering over into the cauldron, and returned her gaze back to the instructions in the text.

"We’re going to need a blade," she said, her eyes spotting one a split second later. She narrowed her eyes at Parkinson - no way was she going to trust her with a n y kind of blade - and reached into the bowl next to her. There was squirming.

Reaching her hand in the bowl at the same time as Granger, Pansy feels squirming against her fingers and jerks her hand back. Pansy pears over the rim of the bowl to see the source of the squirming.

"Yeah you get this one Granger," Pansy states, reaching around the thing and pulling out more ingredients and setting them in front of herself.

"Let’s get this over with, we only have a little while longer here in class."

Hermione sent Parkinson a dirty look.

Typical. Bloody typical.

Cutting took a while, let alone getting the dreadful things to stay s t i l l, but once that was accomplished, she held it up over the cauldron and squeezed; watching the liquid ooze.

" Class dismissed!" Slughorn calls out twenty minutes later. Pansy stands, grabbing her books and dropping them in her bag before slinging it over her shoulder and turning to the brunette witch on her left.

"Good job Granger," Pansy says, no hint of malice or hatred, just mutual. Pansy gives a slight nod in her direction before disappearing out of the classroom door and down to dinner.

Hermione blinked. What just happened?

She blindly packed her things and stood, joining Harry and Ron at the doorway, following her two best friends back to the Gryffindor common room.

Aug 26 · 4 days ago · 17 notes

Hermione made a face at the other girl, peering over into the cauldron, and returned her gaze back to the instructions in the text.

"We’re going to need a blade," she said, her eyes spotting one a split second later. She narrowed her eyes at Parkinson - no way was she going to trust her with a n y kind of blade - and reached into the bowl next to her. There was squirming.

Reaching her hand in the bowl at the same time as Granger, Pansy feels squirming against her fingers and jerks her hand back. Pansy pears over the rim of the bowl to see the source of the squirming.

"Yeah you get this one Granger," Pansy states, reaching around the thing and pulling out more ingredients and setting them in front of herself.

"Let’s get this over with, we only have a little while longer here in class."

Hermione sent Parkinson a dirty look.

Typical. Bloody typical.

Cutting took a while, let alone getting the dreadful things to stay s t i l l, but once that was accomplished, she held it up over the cauldron and squeezed; watching the liquid ooze.

Aug 26 · 4 days ago · 17 notes

pxnsylove:

mionex:

pxnsylove:

pxnsylove:

Pansy huffs as fire flares in her dark caramel eyes. Closing her eyes and taking a few deep breathes, Pansy glances back at the bookworm and notices her mumbling under her breathe.

'Merlin, why would this ever be easy?'

"There is no catch and I am not doing this to get high…

"I know it will take a while to trust me and a while to get uses to but I really would rather not fight anymore." Pansy smirk before shooting a glance at the teacher and then looking down at her book.
"Let’s get started shall we?"

Hermione squinted again. “Riight.” She returned her attention back to her book, opening it and thumbing to the required page. “Let’s…start with, um…—”

Pansy rolls her eyes and stands from her seat to grab the ingredients required. Sitting back down, Pansy sets them down, strerching across the table before looking at the instructions and picking up a needleroot and dangling in front of Granger’s face.
"Let’s start with this," Pansy states with a smirk before dropping it in the couldren.

Hermione made a face at the other girl, peering over into the cauldron, and returned her gaze back to the instructions in the text.

"We’re going to need a blade," she said, her eyes spotting one a split second later. She narrowed her eyes at Parkinson - no way was she going to trust her with a n y kind of blade - and reached into the bowl next to her. There was squirming.