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The forest was a blur of shadows as chaos ensued. She wasn’t ready for them to be discovered just yet. Her feet gathered all their strength as she dashed with her two best friends. The wind was cold, and cruel causing her hair to fall back into her face. Her lungs churned and gasped for air, as she steadied the wand in her grip.
Dry leaves crumpled under their feet, and twigs fell off their branches. The time seemed to run fast, and amidst it all, she gasped as she hoped for an escape. They were not being careful. And she wasn’t sure if it would cause them to stop the heist. She should have paid more attention to Dumbledore when he was around.
Running through the dense undergrowth, their breaths coming in sharp gasps. The air was thick with the sounds of pursuit; the crackling of twigs and the sinister whispers of spells cast by the shadows following them. Hermione realized it wasn’t going to keep the Death Eaters away for long. She ducked, steering clear of one them before he surprised her.
“Where’d you think you are running off to, beautiful?” His yellow eyes glowed, as she took her in. Her wand pointed right at his neck.
“Don’t come close,” Hermione warned him.
“Don’t even think about it, silly girl. We have outnumbered you,” he threatened.
“What’s your name?” He asked, her eyes meeting his as she weighed her chances.
“Rosa. Rosa Parks,” Hermione added, her lips stuttering as he came close.
“Rosa Parks? From the Family of Gelavtine Parks?” He hummed, circling her.
Hermione didn’t realize she was surrounded by more than one. A dark figure lunged and snatched away her wand.
“Give it back,” she spitted, as she realized that were more than three of them now. She looked around for Harry and Ron, and realized they weren’t close.
“Why were you taking the Dark Lord’s name?” He demanded, brining the wand close to her neck.
“We were not. It was a mistake,” Hermione argued, when she heard footsteps close to her.
Hermione could feel the proximity, as the cloak was snatched and Ron emerged out of it. The forest seemed to close in around her, but Hermione pushed forward, stealing the wand against her throat, and gripped tightly on it.
“Don’t move or we will kill him,” someone yelled, and Ron and Hermione stood huddled together.
“This is all your fault,” Ron whispered in her ear as she casted one last spell.
“Modifico,” and then more footsteps were heard.