Darking Souls

Darking Eyes

We will soon saying

Our goodbyes

Ron shouts were almost whispers as they dragged them away, Harry on the other hand gave me a panicked look with his swollen, unrecognizable face as Greyback looked at me and the man named Scabior like something "bloodily entertaining" will happen. The Snatcher who held me pushed me on the ground and left, leaving me with "Mr-Hello-Beautiful-and-Yes-I-Can-Smell-Your-perfume-from-a-mile".

A minute or two passed, and the man just examined me slowly, eyes darkening fastly. I decided to stare at the leaves before me, but I jerked and looked up immedately as he crouched down just next to my legs. His wand was in his hands, absent-mindedly rolling between his fingers. And just in his left pockets I saw my wand, almost screaming for me to claim it back.

"Do you know the Daily Prophet, love?" his voice was low and his eyes were fixed on my face.

"I happen to know it, yes" my answer was a whisper too, not daring to shout or act too foolishly, but my heart and mind struggled against fighting to accept the title that he gave me.

He smiled bitterly, but somehow triumphantly. He pulled out a brand-new copy of the Prophet and showed the very first page.

I almost fainted at the realisation.

Harry's, Ron's and my face stared back at me, just before the roughly edited word WANTED in it. Harry was worth a lot of money, and was required alive, while me and Ronald were wanted both alive or dead, small or great amount of money, in a whole or different pieces. I didn't dare to look up in the face of my capturer; I simply stiffened and tried to get hold of the horrible feeling in my heart.

"Hermione Granger" said the man finally, and put his hand under my chin. "The muggle-born witch who is travelling with Harry Potter, and apparently uses a delicate perfume to be easily catched."

"Go to hell" I was so exhausted, but the anger kept me burning from the inside. The man throw his head behind and laughed so I got a full view to his neck and scarf.

Wait a minute. It was pink with a very familiar line in it.

It was my scarf that I left for Ron to find us.

The freaking bastard.

It was a moment to act suddenly. I didn't even know how I will do it, but I launched toward him, desperately trying to get my wand back. The only small thing that I didn't count that a) he was a man; b) he was taller, stronger and quicker; c) he enjoyed it so much that I justgave him a bried satisfaction. In the end, - after I screamed and fought and most likely bit his finger- he was in top of me, grinning, eyes glinting with darkness.

"Feeling like giving up, darling?"