Elaine's POV:

When our feet landed in Godric's Hollow, snow was falling rapidly. Snow quickly covered my hair, leaving it sopping wet. "Let's go this way," Harry said as we all zipped our coats and marched forward.

The first place Harry wanted to look was the cemetery. He didn't think the sword of Gryfinndor would be there, but he did want to find his parents' grave.

As we walked towards the cemetery, the snow crunching under our feet was the only sound we heard until we passed the church. It was packed with people singing. "Guys, I think it's Christmas Eve," I said as the song 'Joy to the World' filled the air.

As we walked on, Harry stopped dead in his tracks. He was staring at something in between a bunch of trees. It was a house. A small plaque in front of the house told us that it belonged to Harry and his family. "This is my house...this is the place where he killed my parents," Harry said quietly. I gently placed my hand on shoulder and gave it a little squeeze. Hermione and I thought it be best not to interrupt Harry while he was looking at his old house, so we remained silent for about ten minutes until he was ready to continue. Harry, Hermione and I stepped up to the gate leading to the graveyard. Harry swung the gate open and we followed him in. "It'd be quicker if we fanned out," Hermione suggested so we did just that. It was until a few rows of gravestones in that I saw the sign...the one Hermione kept seeing. The triangle, circle and line sign. I called Hermione over as I brushed the snow off, revealing the sign completely. The stone was so old that it was very difficult to read but I managed to figure out most of it. The headstone read Ingotus Peverell. There was also a quote underneath the name but it was too difficult to figure out.

"Hey Harry," Hermione said, calling him over, but as we turned around, we saw him staring at something. Hermione and I looked at each other, knowing that Harry found what he was looking for.

As we walked up to him and his parents' grave, Harry was crying. Tears were slowly streaming down his face as he read the stone over and over again. Knowing what it would mean to him, I pulled out my wand and created a beautiful rose wreath. I leaned it against their headstone and stood back up next to Harry and Hermione.

It felt like we were standing in front of their graves for ages before anyone spoke. It was Hermione who broke the silence. "Someone's watching us by the church," Hermione said in a whisper. I slowly peaked over my shoulder and saw an old woman in a giant coat just watching us. "I think I know who that is. That's Bathilda Bagshot, she might have the sword," Harry said. With much protest from Hermione, we followed Harry towards this old lady. Hermione and I both pulled out our wands and tucked them in our sleeves just in case.

Walking carefully not to slip on the ice, we followed the woman into her house. My first impression of the house was that it smelled really nasty. There was a thick layer of dust on everything that the only light inside was that from the candle. Hermione quickly slipped out her wand and lit the fireplace while I, with a wave of my wand, cleared the dust from the room. "I think she wants me to go upstairs with her...alone," Harry said breaking the silence. "Harry are you sure you should be doing that? I don't like this at all," I answered, my voice was shaking. I knew something was off, but before I could protest more, Harry was halfway up the stairs. Moments later as I was searching through the house, I came upon a small closet. When I opened it there were flies, and the smell was most rancid here. As I looked up, blood dripped down onto the floor right in front of me. "HERMIONE!" I screamed, but before I could tell her what was wrong, we heard a crash coming from upstairs. I grabbed my sister's hand and bolted up the stairs trying to see where Harry was.

As we reached the top of the stairs, we saw Harry struggling. He was fighting with something, but I couldn't tell what it was. I wanted to go and help Harry, but I didn't want to send a spell his way that would hurt him too. Once I realized that it was a gigantic snake he was fighting, I sent a stunning spell and it blasted through the floor. I quickly grabbed Harry, who had a nasty bite in his arm, and pulled him behind the bed near Hermione. Harry was groaning in pain and clutching his scar. "He's coming," he said. I knew it was now or never. Just as the snake reappeared from downstairs, I held tightly onto Harry and Hermione and we apparated away.

We landed on a snow covered forest floor. "He's angry...really, very angry. We missed him by a second," Harry said as Hermione immediately got to work putting up the protective enchantments. "Elaine where are we?" Hermione asked once we had set up the tent and everything else. "Forest of Dean. Jason and I took a day trip here once...it was the first place I could think of," I explained.

The rest of the evening was silent and was spent trying to stay warm. The tent, of course, wasn't warm at all and we spent most of the time huddled in blankets.

Harry had taken the first watch of the night and by the time it was my turn and I had walked outside, I saw Harry standing kind of far from the tent. In front of him was a patronus, so I thought he was just practicing his spell while taking a stroll.

About an hour passed and I began to get nervous...Harry had still not returned from his walk. I knew waking up Hermione would only cause her to panic so I decided to wait it out a little longer. Just as the sun was rising, I could see Harry walking back towards our tent...except he wasn't alone. I jumped up and ran to him...Ron. My heart was filled with so much happiness. "I KNEW YOU'D COME BACK!" I exclaimed as I jumped into his arms. "Hermione! Hermione!" Harry screamed into the tent. She rushed out of the tent, wand in hand, ready to fight. "Is everything alright?" she asked urgently. "It's fine, actually, its more than fine," Harry said and gestured to where Ron was standing. "Hey," Ron said with a grin on his face. Hermione started to run up to him and at first I thought she was going to kiss him...but boy was I wrong.

Hermione ripped Ron's bag off his shoulders and began beating him with it. "You complete ASS Ronald Weasley...you show up here after weeks and you say 'hey'?" she screamed, her face turning red. "What is that?" Hermione asked as she gestured towards Ron's hand. It was the horcrux...it was destroyed.

"You destroyed it!" I exclaimed. "And how is it that you just happen to have the sword of Gryfinndor?" Hermione demanded. "It's a long story," Harry said, saving Ron from having to answer. "Don't think this changes anything," Hermione said with a snap. "No of course not. I only destroyed a bloody horcrux why would that change anything? Look I wanted to come back as soon as I left...I just didn't know how to find you," Ron said. "Yea how did you find us?" I asked him. "With this," Ron replied as he pulled his deluminator out of his pocket. "It doesn't just turn off lights. I don't know how it works, but Christmas morning I was sleeping in this little pub keeping away from some snatchers and I heard it. A voice. You're voice, Hermione, coming out of it," Ron explained. "And what exactly did I say may I ask?" Hermione said crossing her arms. "My name...just my name. Like a whisper. So I took it, clicked it, and this tiny ball of light, it went right to my chest, straight through me. Right here," Ron said pointing to his heart. "And I knew it was going to take me where I needed to go. So, I dissapparated, and came to this hillside. It was dark, I had no idea where I was. I just hoped that one of you would show yourself, and you did," Ron said, finishing the story.

Hermione looked at Ron for a long time, thinking of something say, but she kept quiet and went back into the tent. "How many days do you think till she comes 'round?" Ron asked Harry and I. "I'm not sure. Keep talking about that ball of light," Harry replied.

Days after Ron's arrival, our moods stayed particularly cheerful. Hermione eventually did come around and her mood was better than I've ever seen.

A few days after Ron's arrived, we found ourselves staying on a rocky beach. Although it was raining, anything was better than the freezing snow.

One night, while we ate dinner, we began discussing our next move. "I want to see Xenophelius Lovegood. Look, the sign (the triangle, circle and line) is here in a note Dumbledore wrote. It must mean something," Hermione said as she showed us the note. "How would Lovegood know?" Ron asked. "He was wearing that symbol around his neck at the wedding," Harry explained to Ron. It was quickly decided that we needed to see Lovegood. This symbol must be something important, especially since Dumbledore wrote it. We planned to leave for the Lovegood's house the next morning.

The following morning, we apparated in front of a huge house with a massive garden. There were odd objects lying around the yard and overall, it was a very unusual house. Just over the hill, the Burrow could be seen standing proudly. I wished more than anything to go and see everyone there....but we couldn't.

The four of us walked up the winding path and up to the front door. Harry knocked twice on the door and it swung opened, revealing Mr. Lovegood. He looked just like Luna; he had long blonde hair, a long nose and orange robes. "Mr. Lovegood, sir, it's me, Harry Potter. We met at the wedding. I was wondering if you could help us," Harry started. Mr. Lovegood simply stared at us, and then stepped aside to let us in. "Please, sit down, I'll go make some tea," he said after leading us upstairs into the sitting room. We all did as he said and took a seat.

Mr. Lovegood then returned with four cups of tea. We all took a sip at the same time and I discretely spit my mouthful back into the cup. There was a splash of water and the tea leaves seemed old and rotten. I looked around and saw Harry and Hermione trying their best to swallow it, while Ron was much less discrete than I and spit it out loudly all over the floor. Mr. Lovegood seemed to take no notice to this.

"Um, where's Luna?" Hermione asked, breaking the silence. "Luna? Oh..she'll be on her way," Mr. Lovegood responded. "Now, how can I help you Mr. Potter?" Lovegood asked. "Well, it's about something you were wearing around your neck at the wedding...a symbol," Harry explained. "You mean this?" Lovegood asked, holding up the exact symbol we were here to learn about. "Yes...that exactly," Harry said as he examined the necklace. "That is the symbol of the Deathly Hallows. Don't tell me you've never heard of the Deathly Hallows," Lovegood continued. Harry and I looked at each other, confused, while Hermione and Ron seemed to know exactly what he was talking about. Before Mr. Lovegood could explain anymore, Hermione jumped into the conversation. "Wait, I have the story here," Hermione said as she pulled out the book Dumbledore gave her.

She read the story of the three brothers. When she finished, it all clicked together for me, but not for Harry. Mr. Lovegood rose from his seat and gathered a quill and piece of parchment and drew the symbol slowly. The straight line represented the elder wand; the circle represented the resurrection stone; and the triangle represented the cloak of invisibility. "Together they make the deathly hallows. Together they make one mast of death," Mr. Lovegood said as he finished drawing. "I think I'll go make more tea," Lovegood said as he stood up and saw the empty kettle. "Lets get out of here I'm not drinking anymore of that stuff...hot or cold," Ron said once Lovegood was out of ear shot.

The four of us walked down the stairs into the kitchen were Lovegood was fiddling with the kettle. "Thanks for the help, sir, but we really should be going," I said to Mr. Lovegood. "NO YOU CAN'T GO!" he screamed, making us all jump. "They've taken her. They took my Luna," he whispered. "Who's taken her?" Harry asked. "VOLDEMORT!" he screamed back. The name 'Voldemort' was tabooed since he took over the Ministry. Anyone who said the name was tracked and questioned immediately after saying it.

As soon as he said that name, I knew the Death Eaters would arrive shortly. I felt Ron push me down onto the ground just in time before the Death Eaters shot through the walls. Spells were flying all around us and the roof was caving in. All I needed to do was find Harry, Ron and Hermione under all this rubble...but I couldn't.

I felt a strong pair of hand wrap around my waist and bring me to my feet. "I've got Granger!" the man who had grabbed me yelled. "GO!" I screamed at my friends who were trying to pull me back towards them. I continued kicking and screaming, but once I saw Harry, Ron, and Hermione disapparate, I knew it was pointless. "Please can I have my daughter...please!" Mr. Lovegood pleaded to the second Death Eater who had stepped up next to me. "If this is the real Elaine Granger...then we'll see," the death eater replied with a cackle. "We're taking this one to the Malfoy Manor," the same death eater said to the one who was restraining me. We then apparated, landing in front of a gigantic black mansion. The death eaters marched me up to the fence where Bellatrix Lestrange was waiting. "Get Draco!" she screamed towards the house as the death eaters had pushed my face up against the fence.

As I was dragged up towards the front door of the house, it opened revealing Narcissa Malfoy and Draco standing right behind her. Draco looked horrified as they dragged my beaten body right into his house. "Take her into the foyer," Narcissa said, calmly, as if what was happening to me was a common occurrence at her house. "He's not here right now," Narcissa told the death eaters, and I felt a wave of relief. Of course, Voldemort could arrive at any second, but at least I had time to think of some kind of plan.

They forced me to kneel, took my wand, and the one death eater kept his wand pointed at my neck. "Well, Draco...it's her isn't it?" Bellatrix asked him as she forced him to kneel...almost nose to nose with me. He shifted himself in front me, blocking Bellatrix's view. "I'm not so sure...it doesn't really look like her does it?" Draco said. I could feel him breathing heavily as he cupped my face in his hands and examined it, slowly pushing a loose strand of hair out of my eyes. I could tell he was trying to waste time...to stall so I could figure out a way to escape. "Darling...I know that is Elaine Granger...why are you so unsure?" Narcissa asked as I watched Bellatrix leave the room.

"HAHA! I don't believe it!" Bellatrix said, dancing her way back into the room. Harry (who looked like his face had been blown up), Ron and Hermione were being marched inside and forced to kneel next to me. Lucius Malfoy had also entered the room to see what all the fuss was about.

Bellatrix ordered Draco to examine Harry before Hermione and Ron. "Well?" she asked him after he spent a moment looking at Harry. "I can't be sure," he replied. "Draco," Lucius said sweeping up behind Draco and grabbing the back of his neck, "if we are the ones to hand Potter over to the Dark Lord...all will be forgiven and everything will go back to the way it was." "Now we won't be forgetting who actually caught him, I hope, Mr. Malfoy," one snatcher said. "How dare you talk to me like that in my own house!" Lucius snapped.

Bellatrix ignored them and focused the attention back on Harry. "Now if this isn't who we think it is, Draco, and we call him he'll kill us all. We need to be absolutely sure," Bellatrix said. Draco stared directly into Harry's eyes, and I knew Draco was still trying to buy us as much time as he could get. "What's wrong with his face?" Draco asked. "Yes, what is wrong with his face? Was it you dear?" Bellatrix asked pointing to Hermione and cackling.

The attention was turned back to me. "Well...I am sure that is Elaine Granger! So shall we call the Dark Lord now or..." Bellatrix started waving her finger at me, but her focus shifted elsewhere. "Where did you get that?" she asked one of the snatchers. "Found it in her bag...reckon it's mine now," the snatcher replied. I glanced up slightly and saw he was holding the Sword of Gryfinndor in his hands.

Without even a thought, Bellatrix killed the snatcher holding the sword and sent a dozen curses at the others. "So now we put the boys in the dungeon and we have a talk with this one. Girl to girl," Bellatrix screamed in Hermione's face. "NO! TAKE ME INSTEAD! PLEASE," Ron screamed as Pettigrew dragged them out of the room.

"NO! DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH HER! TAKE ME! TORTURE ME! I'M ELAINE GRANGER! I'M THE ONE YOU WANT!" I screamed at Bellatrix as Lucius Malfoy tied invisible ropes around my wrists with a wave of his wand. "Don't worry...you're next!" she screamed back at me. Defenseless and tied up, I watched as Bellatrix pinned Hermione to the ground. She pulled out a knife and started carving something in her arm. "Where did you find that sword? Who let you in my vault? WHAT ELSE DID YOU TAKE FROM MY VAULT?" Bellatrix demanded. I saw Hermione struggle to escape, but it was no use. "I didn't take anything," Hermione sobbed.

Hermione's screams pierced my ears and my heart as I began to cry...there was no way to help Hermione. "Get the goblin," Bellatrix demanded. Moments later, Pettigrew returned with a goblin. Once she saw the goblin, Bellatrix stood up off of Hermione. "Crucio!" she bellowed and Hermione wriggled on the ground, screaming in pain. "Goblin...is this the sword of Gryfinndor?" Bellatrix asked. "No. It is a fake," he responded. "Do not lie to me!" she said and swiped her knife across the goblin's face.

While this was all going on, I was trying to figure out a way to escape. Lucius had such a tight grip on me that I was loosing feeling in both my arms. "You will be spared today...the same can't be said for this one," Bellatrix said as she walked towards Hermione. "Like hell...expelliarmus!" Ron screamed. Harry and Ron had escaped the dungeons. My heart soared knowing there was hope after all. Ron rushed towards Hermione and helped her to her feet since she was so weak as Harry battled Draco.

I felt Lucius let go of me and another person took me, with a knife to my throat. "DROP YOUR WANDS! I SAID DROP THEM!" Bellatrix screamed. She slowly pressed the knife into my throat and I felt a trickle of blood fall down my shirt. "Look it's Harry Potter...he's all bright and shiny and new again. Call him," Bellatrix whispered in my ear. I saw, out of the corner of my eye, Lucius lift his sleeve to reveal the dark mark. Then, out of complete silence came a squeaking noise. I looked up and saw Dobby the house elf. He was loosening the chandelier that Bellatrix and I were standing under. Bellatrix flung herself out of the way just as the chandelier fell.

Unfortunately, I couldn't get out of the way quick enough. Thousands of pounds of steel and glass shattered on top of me. I was completely crushed. Moments later, the steel and glass lifted off of me and I was in Ron's arm...barely conscious.

"Stupid elf! You could've killed me!" she screamed. Ron held me tightly as I started to fall...I took one last look at Draco and we left the Malfoy Manor. Just as we left, Bellatrix threw her knife.