The Deathly Hallows

The next morning y/n woke up to a pounding in her temple. A slumbering ginger laid across from her on the other couch, deep in sleep. It took her a while to gain conscience again, the pounding headache certainly didn't help.

She craned her neck to look up to the clock, which read 14:56pm, meaning they'd slept nearly eleven hours.

The smell of firewhiskey made her stomach churn causing her to gag. She slowly got up from the sofa and headed to the bathroom, creeping away so she wouldn't wake Ron. With cautious steps she tip-toed up the marble staircase and headed towards the bathroom, frantically fondling with the handle until it opened.

The stench of mould and asbestos bled through the bathroom tiles. Mud was caked on the floor, along with a broken sink. The bath was now a sage green.

Y/n grimaced and wondered how long her house had been empty for. She pinched the top of her nose and took a deep breath. It was soul crushing seeing her house in such a foul state. She decided to go see what state her en suite was in.

She took each step slowly down the corridor, reminiscing on the memories that were made here. The flower pots were smashed along with photographs that once hung on the walls. Y/n stepped over it all when she reached the end of the corridor. So lost in her own thoughts she'd walked past her bedroom and ended up at a white door.

The door was engraved in gold that said 'Ophelia's Room.'

Her heart sunk in her chest. She hadn't seen her sister in what felt like years.

She wasn't even her sister

Not even family

No relation whatsoever.

Her lungs burned as she sucked in a sharp breath. She shook her head and decided not to go in her room, deciding it would hurt too much. Turning on her heel she wiped the silly tears and headed towards her own room.

A loud clasp of her bedroom door made her flinch hard. She looked in confusion towards her door and pressed her ear against, listening for any sort of movement.

Nothing.

Realising it was probably nothing she swung the door open to her room. But that was probably a bad decision.

Her room was completely ruined. Leaking moss and mud was blanketed on her bed, shelves and carpet, everything was ripped and smashed to pieces. Her windows were also completely smashed, leaving broken glass shards everywhere. It's like nobody had ever been there.

The bathroom was just the same.

Y/n decided it would hurt more to keep looking, so she started to turn on her heel. As she turned around, a dark brown bird flew through the empty window, and placed a letter on the bed. The bird didn't stay, she watched it fly away.

Out of curiosity, she picked up the letter and her heart sunk. Quick as she could, she ripped the letter open with shaky hands.

'You need to get out of there.

No time to explain.

LEAVE.

-D.'

Her heart was pounding in her ear drums. Why did he want her to leave? Did he tell Voldemort where they were?

No time to ponder on why, she needed to get out of there.

As quick as her feet could take her, she sprinted across the hall over the glass and practically fell down the stairs.

"Ron! Ron!" She screamed in panic. The noises of him stirring came from the living room.

"What? What is it?" He grumbled.

"We need to leave. NOW!" She shouted and pulled him up by the shoulder.

"Woah hold on! Why?" Ron shot to his feet and pushed the satin blanket off him. He staggered over to y/n, who looked distressed.

"Dra-fuck-Draco sent me this, just this and that's it." She pushed the letter into Ron's chest and grabbed his back. She watched his facial expression turn from confusion to panic.

"Fuck! How do they know?"

"That doesn't fucking matter right now!" We need to-

"!" A group of voices shouted from outside the house and before they could think, the front foot blew up along with the windows.

The deafening boom of the front of the mansion blowing up blew y/n and Ron to their feet. The pair screamed as the grand staircase crumbled down, bringing the whole top floor down with it. A sharp corner from the marble caught y/n's shoulder as it fell, scraping her arm deeply causing it to bleed. She muffled her cries in her hand. Shaking tremendously, Ron pulled them down to the floor even more.

Several men entered the house with their wands up. The pair were hid behind a pile of grubble, hearts pounding in their throats. The men all took different routes around the mansion, trying to find them like fox hunting for prey.

"Grab my arm" Ron whispered in a shaky inaudible voice.

Excruciating pain shot up y/n's left arm causing her to groan in pain. She felt her forearm bleed out, the stinging was unbearable. One of the deatheaters had launched a hex at the staircase causing most of the marble to land on her.

One saw her.

Ron launched a hex at the man, and they shot the living room with Ron dragging y/n by the arm.

"It's too dangerous for us to apparate with you being injured. We need to use floo powder."

He had no time to check if she knew what was happening. Ron clumsily grabbed a handful of powder, shouted the destination of the forest and they shot up the chimney.

"Y/n! Oh god- Harry pass me my bag!" Hermione rushed over and sunk to her knees. She cold see the amount of pain y/n was in.

"What happened?" Hermione asked Ron. Harry came over with her beaded bag. She got to work quickly whilst Ron explained what had happened.

"We went back to her Mansion, Bloodstone Mansion. It was wrecked but at least we had somewhere to stay. She found a letter under the doormat and acted really...odd about it."

"What was in the letter? From who?" Harry asked as stroked his sisters hair awkwardly.

Don't go to Harry for comfort. He's one awkward cunt.

"Malfoy I think. She didn't tell me. But this morning he'd wrote back and it just said 'leave', so we were rushing to leave, and some deatheaters showed up."

"Fuck sake Hermione!" Y/n's face scrunched up in pain as Hermione squeezed the pipette of healing potion.

"Sorry! Wait-who showed up?" Hermione turned her head towards the ginger.

"I don't know, a bunch of his workers. Everything blew up and some of the staircase caught y/n. We apparatted here as quick as we could" Ron realised he was still staring at Hermione as he spoke so he awkwardly cleared his throat.

"How did they know-all done now y/n- you were there?" Hermione asked.

"Probably Malfoy, slimy git-

"It wasn't Draco for fuck's sake!" Y/n spat at her brother, slowly sitting up from the ground.

"Really? And you know that for a fact do you?" Harry shouted back, rage deep in his voice. Y/n raised an eyebrow out of curiosity to why he was so upset.

"Haven't you caused enough arguments around here? Shut it for once" Y/n muttered and pushed past her brother.

But he grabbed her wrist, stopping her in her tracks. "You're so blinded aren't you? Draco's clearly told him where you were! Just because you open your legs for him doesn't mean he cares about you! He doesn't care about you-

"SHUT THE FUCK UP! YOU KNOW NOTHING-

"NEITHER DO YOU! You're seriously gonna pick your fuck buddy over me? Your own BLOOD?" Harry screamed, his veins in his temple were in terrible pain and his throat scratched.

She was speechless. Harry never spoke to her like this, let alone scream at her. His words stung, hard, because that was always one of her insecurities.

How dare he speak of Draco. Especially like that.

"Forget it" She whispered, and turned on her heel towards the tent. Her tears were quickly wiped away with the heel of her hands and she decided to try get some sleep.

*

The noises of birds chirping and rusting of leaves is what woke her the next day. Y/n slowly sat up to see nobody else was in the tent. Sighing, she stood up and wandered outside, to see Hermione deep in conversation with the other two.

"So we really must go today, it's probably best we do it as soon as we can and-

She paused when y/n walked out the tent. Ron and Harry looked frightened.

Y/n could be scary when she hadn't had enough sleep.

"Good morning" Ron stuttered out with. Pathetic as usual.

"What's going on?" Y/n asked, taking a seat next to Hermione on the log of wood.

"Yesterday morning, when you and Ron weren't here, we found the sword of Gryffindor and destroyed the necklace-

"Really? How did you find the sword?"

"Long story" Harry muttered. He'd clearly snapped out of his mood, but something must of been in the necklace he didn't want to see.

"Anyway" Hermione sighed, "I keep seeing this symbol everywhere, and I believe it could be linked to what we're looking for. I think we need to go pay a visit to Xenophilius Lovegood, I believe he may give us some answers." She showed y/n the symbol. It was a triangle with a line and a circle. Odd.

"Today?" She asked.

"Today, yes. I say we leave everything here, and head there now. We have no more time to waste" Hermione stated.

The group nodded in agreement and followed Hermione out of the enchanted bubble. Harry held out his arm, and they apparated out of it, landing on their feet the other side.

"Come on, this way" Hermione demanded.

Everybody walked in awkward silence for several minutes, unsure what to say to eachother after yesterday's blip.

Y/n could hear footsteps catching up with her and before she could march on any faster, the footsteps caught up with her. Rolling her eyes so far she could see her brain, Harry started to speak.

"Y/n, about yesterday, I-

"Forget it, Harry. Just forget it." She walked off and caught up with Hermione, leaving him stood there. He scalded himself for doing this to his own family.

She was all he had, and he'd ruined it.

"Right, we're nearly here" Hermione sighed. The group stood in a circle waiting for her next instructions.

"Y/n, you know on the door and Harry you're going to need to speak, seeing as he'll probably recognise you from the wedding." Everybody nodded.

"Me and Ron will stay outside, whilst you both go in and-

Y/n gasped in shock when a firm hand gripped her shoulder. She tried to wriggle out of his grip, but he was too strong.

"Let GO!" Hermione screamed as a tall man wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her in place.

Everybody froze. The only sound she could hear was her heart beating at a high pace. She felt like she was going to fucking vomit.

Two men were holding Ron back as well as Harry. Nobody spoke but the men's facial expressions looked proud. Hermione and y/n shot scared glances at each-other.

Had they been caught? Who were these people?

But it's when he came out from behind a tree.

Tossing Hermione's scarf around his neck with a slimy grin.

The same slimy grin she'd grown up with all her life.

"Hello, beautiful."