Change the Future

DH 18

Harry looked around at the other two, now mere outlines in the darkness. He saw Hermione point her wand, set toward the outside, but into his face; there was a bang, a burst of white light, and he buckled in agony, unable to see. He could feel his face swelling rapidly under his hands as heavy footfalls surrounded him.

"Get up, vermin." Unknown hands dragged Harry roughly off the ground, before he could stop them, someone had rummaged through his pockets and removed the blackthorn wand. Harry clutched at his excruciatingly painful face. His eyes had been reduced to slits through which he could barely see, his glasses fell off as he was bundled out of the tent, all he could make out were the blurred shapes of four or five people wrestling Ron and Hermione outside too.

"Get— off—her!" Ron shouted. There was the unmistakable sound of knuckles hitting flesh: Ron grunted in pain and Hermione screamed, 

"No! Leave him alone, leave him alone!"

"Your boyfriend's going to have worse than that done to him if he's on my list," said the horribly familiar, rasping voice of Fenir Greyback. "Delicious girl what a treat I do enjoy the softness of the skin"

Rory looks at Charlie who wraps his arms around her tightly.

"Search the tent!" said another voice. Harry was thrown face down onto the ground. A thud told him that Ron had been cast down beside him. They could hear footsteps and crashes, the men were pushing over chairs inside the tent as they searched.

"Now, let's see who we've got," said Greyback's gloating voice from overhead, and Harry was rolled over onto his back. A beam of wand light fell onto his face and Greyback laughed. "I'll be needing butterbeer to wash this one down. What happened to you, ugly?" Harry did not answer immediately. "I said," repeated Greyback, and Harry received a blow to the diaphragm that made him double over in pain. "what happened to you?"

"Stung." Harry muttered. "Been Stung." 

"Yeah, looks like it." said a second voice.

"What's your name?" snarled Greyback.

"Dudley." Harry said.

"And your first name?"

"I Vernon. Vernon Dudley."

"Check the list, Scabior." Greyback said, and Harry heard him move sideways to look down at Ron, instead. "And what about you, ginger?"

"Stan Shunpike." Ron said.

"Like 'ell you are." said the man called Scabior. "We know Stan Shunpike, 'e's put a bit of work our way." There was another thud. 

"I'b Bardy," Ron said, and Harry could tell that his mouth was full of blood. "Bardy Weasley."

"A Weasley?" rasped Greyback. "So you're related to blood traitors even if you're not a Mudblood. And lastly, your pretty little friend" 

"Easy, Greyback." Scabior said over the jeering of the others.

"Oh, I'm not going to bite just yet. We'll see if she's a bit quicker at remembering her name than Barny. Who are you, girly?"

"Penelope Clearwater." Hermione said. She sounded terrified, but convincing.

"What's your blood status?" 

"Half-Blood." Hermione said.

"Easy enough to check," Scabior said. "But the 'ole lot of 'em look like they could still be 'ogwarts age"