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Harry’s stomach churned with nausea. He struggled to open his eyes, but a brutal, blinding light compelled him to shut them once more. The glare caused sharp pain in his temples and intensified his pounding headache. For a moment, dread and confusion overwhelmed him as he wondered if he had slipped into a nightmare realm—was this hell or something worse?44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4zxgR8IzSf
He moved his fingers cautiously and realised he wasn’t in a fiery or hellish place. Instead, he touched soft, cool grass, fresh and damp with dew. Above, bees hummed gently among wildflowers, while birds chirped as they darted through the branches. Their melodies blended into a peaceful symphony, offering a calm backdrop that sharply contrasted with the chaos and fear that had filled his world just moments before. The scent of wildflowers and the crisp woodland air intensified the tranquillity and sense of otherworldliness that wrapped around him.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOykfebe5Jq
There were no other sounds. 44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrTo0Ii0ysD
The situation bewildered Harry because, only moments before, Death Eaters had surrounded him. He clearly remembered the tense atmosphere—the sharp scent of fear and the damp, scorched earth pressing under his feet. Shadows danced at the edge of his vision, thrown by flickering bonfire and the shifting, black-robed figures who formed a menacing circle that gradually closed in. He had stood facing Voldemort, the pale, serpentine face shining eerily in the gloom, every nerve in Harry’s body taut with terror and unwavering resolve. That final confrontation had seared itself into his mind: Voldemort’s cold eyes locked on him, while the silent, hooded Death Eaters created an impenetrable wall of menace. Crackling magic and palpable hatred radiated from every wand. Harry had confronted Voldemort, his heart thundering, bracing himself for the worst. Then Voldemort unleashed the killing curse with a hiss and a flash. Darkness swallowed everything, and Harry felt an odd certainty that he didn’t belong there. Voldemort’s voice, the terror, and the flash of green light lingered in his mind, making the serenity of the woods feel even more unreal.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNlfDaVsj7l
Harry jerked upright without warning, his body snapping into a sitting position. A sharp pain pounded through his skull, each throb hammering against his head like an iron weight. Frustration rose within him, but he clenched his teeth and kept the groan inside, shutting his eyes against the pain. The world spun uncontrollably, and he worried he might faint. He forced himself to take slow, steady breaths, focusing on calming the nausea and dizziness.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhDQZKL5Mq1
Harry cautiously cracked open his eyes, squinting against the blinding light that flooded his vision. Sunlight streamed through the leaves above, casting flickering patterns of brightness across the forest floor that heightened his headache and made the world shimmer with distorted shapes. The colours around him glowed with unnatural intensity—the grass blazed with vivid green—and the tree shadows stretched and danced with every passing breeze. Everything looked blurry and out of focus, as though he were peering through water, with the edges of reality wavering and uncertain.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGKOkRKhqDr
Harry blinked rapidly to clear his vision. He reached out with a trembling hand and brushed his fingers gently over the cool, damp grass. As his senses steadied and his confusion faded, he found the familiar shape of his wand beneath his hand. Its smooth, polished surface reassured him, fitting perfectly in his palm and serving as a lifeline to the world he knew.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡreAucNUbJm
Harry spotted his wire-rimmed glasses glinting in the tangle of grass beside him. Hope flickered as he reached out, brushed away the blades, and placed the glasses on his nose. Clarity returned at once—he saw the veins running through each leaf, the intricate petals of wildflowers, and the barely perceptible movements of insects in the sunlight. Although his headache remained, the restored sharpness of his vision gave him a brief respite, allowing him to truly savour the peaceful, almost magical beauty of the glade.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3SG2BM0QUa
Harry forced himself to swallow, determined to keep his nausea at bay as wave after wave threatened to overwhelm him. Cold sweat gathered on his forehead, clammy against his skin, while each shallow breath drew in the sharp scent of damp earth. He steadied his trembling hands against his stomach, focusing on calming the queasiness as dizziness threatened to surge back. He drew in slow breaths, letting the cool woodland air fill his lungs. Little by little, his heartbeat slowed and the churning in his stomach eased, allowing him to regain some control. After a few moments, he readied himself to open his eyes and look around, bracing for whatever strange sights awaited in this unfamiliar place.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpWGqXzfBjl
Harry’s senses slowly adjusted, and he realised he lay beneath an ancient tree, its gnarled branches arching overhead like the vaulted ceiling of a cathedral. White flowers—delicate wood anemones and star-shaped wild garlic—blanketed the lush, well-seeded grasses. Above him, leaves rustled gently and distant birds sang melodiously, their tunes carried on a light breeze. This peaceful glade appeared untouched and eternal, as if existing outside the chaos of life. Surrounded by perfect quiet and serenity, Harry wondered in awe whether he had somehow entered heaven.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnvEsozbQZ6
Although the peaceful beauty surrounded him, Harry felt pain pierce through him in this paradise. The cheerful birdsong and the scent of wildflowers seemed to mock him as his headache and nausea persisted. Each breath of the fragrant, crisp air brought a dull ache, constantly reminding him of the violence he had just escaped. The sunlight struck his eyes with harsh brightness, intensifying his discomfort and making the tranquillity of the glade clash sharply with his inner turmoil. The softness of the grass and the calm atmosphere only deepened his confusion; he struggled to understand why such a perfect place brought ongoing suffering. He sensed that the paradise offered beauty but no comfort, peace but no relief, remaining indifferent to his pain.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSFw3DNDWW3
Harry briefly questioned the absence of everyone else. The quiet glade, filled with soft, dappled sunlight and the gentle rustling of leaves, struck him as strangely empty without those he cherished most. He had anticipated seeing his parents, Sirius, or Lupin appear and greet him, their familiar faces ready to comfort him in this unfamiliar place. Yet only birdsong and the cool breeze moving through wildflowers reached his ears. No voices called his name, and no figures emerged from the shadows—only the ancient trees remained as silent witnesses to his presence. 44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJzwzHKoJ1Y
Disappointment swept over him as he realised he truly stood alone in this tranquil woodland; solitude pressed heavily on him, making every slight sound and movement more pronounced. He quietly sighed, feeling both longing and acceptance, and recognised that he would need to search for his loved ones himself—no magical reunion would happen unless he made the effort. He placed his hand on the sturdy trunk of the old tree, drawing reassurance from its rough bark as he pushed himself upright. Rising to his full height, Harry drew deep breaths to steady himself. The tree’s broad roots grounded him, holding him steady in the present even as his thoughts reached out to those who remained missing. Refusing to stay idle, he set out to find them, his determination strengthening with every step through the sunlit forest, guided by hope and memory.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmd8D1NuFIa
Harry kept walking until he reached a tall tree by a winding dirt path snaking through the woods. Suddenly, a horse approached, its soft, rhythmic hooves growing louder and louder as it came closer. Instinctively, he darted behind the thick trunk, feeling the rough bark under his hands as he pressed himself close to its ancient surface while the rider neared the bend. Concealed in the shadowy foliage, Harry peered through a narrow gap, anticipation rising as the horse and rider drew near. The horse’s sleek, shiny coat glimmered in the filtered sunlight, its muscles rippling beneath the skin with effortless grace. Its mane streamed like pale silk, and it gently flared its nostrils as it stopped beside the tree where Harry hid.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfdOasOucPy
An old, familiar voice called out, ‘Harry, you can come out.’ The voice was gentle but commanding, cutting through the quiet woods.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxfHJWt4h4M
Just beyond the leafy canopy, a figure sat gracefully on a magnificent white horse, basking in dappled sunlight. The horse, strikingly silver in the filtered light, moved with rippling muscles and flared nostrils, showing alert curiosity. Its mane flowed in silky waves, and its tail softly flicked at the woodland flies. The rider, seated with quiet dignity, seemed used to respect and solitude. Though age had bowed his posture, he radiated calm strength. He wore flowing grey robes embroidered with swirling silver runes at the cuffs, draping over his shoulders and falling down the horse’s sides, gathering around his boots in the stirrups. Thin strands of silvery hair peeked from beneath a weathered, broad-brimmed hat, framing a face marked by age but full of wisdom and warmth. His sharp, twinkling eyes, beneath bushy brows, met Harry’s with gentle amusement and understanding, hinting at a wealth of knowledge from years of adventures.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqO4PD9YVqd
Harry emerged from hiding, prompting the white horse to let out a sharp snort as it pawed at the mossy ground and tossed its head. Its large, dark eyes showed both wariness and curiosity, and a surge of energy ran through it, making it rear slightly—muscles tensing and hooves scraping—until the rider’s calm voice and gentle murmur soothed it once more. Harry instinctively steadied himself, feeling both small and awestruck in the presence of this remarkable pair. He kept his gaze on the horse, watching the light play across its strong neck and noting the subtle anticipation in its movements. Yet the rider commanded his full attention, whose identity Harry slowly recognised, easing any lingering fear.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZXcjopI27V
Tentatively, he whispered, ‘Professor Dumbledore?’ His voice was hoarse, dry, and scarcely more than a breath. Immediately, coughing fits overtook him, causing him to double over with sharp pain shooting through his chest and throat. Each cough worsened the pain, making his eyes water and forcing him to wince. When he finally straightened, he wiped his trembling hand across his forehead, his mind flooded with questions—what had happened to him, why was every movement so hard, and what strange force had drained his voice, making even speaking difficult?44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSR7GA2ojlQ
‘Yes, Harry, but from now on, please call me Gandalf,’ the old wizard said gently, his voice warm yet commanding.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOJEYfXUs2D
Harry carefully stepped down from the bank, feeling the damp moss press beneath his shoes with each tentative movement. Once he stood on stable ground, he moved beside the majestic white horse, drawing comfort and awe from its presence. Harry gently reached out and placed his hand on the horse’s strong neck, sensing the warmth, strength, and steady pulse of life beneath its shiny coat. The horse’s skin quivered at his touch but soon relaxed, accepting him.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJDy7FCWgrG
Gandalf offered him a knowing smile, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he said, ‘Well, come on, Harry, we must press on.’44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwzNhkStFMy
Still shaken by the chaos and pain of his arrival, Harry looked at Gandalf with a frown. A dull ache throbbed behind his eyes, and heaviness weighed on his limbs, as if a storm had dragged him through the woods. ‘What happened?’ he asked, his voice filled with confusion and urgency. Uncertainty gnawed at him, like a missing piece of a puzzle hovering just out of reach. He examined his trembling hands, saw dirt under his nails, and his heartbeat sped up with anxiety. His aching body resisted every move, while a strange chill seemed to cling to his bones. Harry struggled to understand his peculiar situation—the peaceful glade now seemed far away, obscured by his disorientation and the aftermath of whatever ordeal he had endured.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVtCshs0mjE
‘Oh, yes, well…’ Gandalf murmured thoughtfully. He took the wand from Harry’s trembling hand and, with a swift yet gentle motion, Gandalf lightly tapped Harry on the head with it.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzCDXXCrJ3q
‘Ouch! What the—’ Harry exclaimed, surprised as Gandalf unexpectedly tapped his head. The sudden touch startled him and oddly invigorated him, sending a burst of energy from the wand into his core. Warmth tingled like fire across his scalp, then flowed down his neck and shoulders, making his skin glow with a strange, flickering heat.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡL8MNzWQfaq
A torrent of memories surged into Harry’s mind—vivid images and sounds whirled together in a bewildering rush. Moments that had once seemed hazy or lost now appeared in striking clarity. The curtain lifted, exposing every blurred fragment from the past hours with astonishing detail.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡirGICHxl55
The powerful recollection froze Harry in place; he caught his breath, his eyes wide and unblinking as a torrent of thoughts overwhelmed him. Shock and disbelief played across his face—his mouth hung slightly open, and his brows furrowed in astonishment—as he looked at Gandalf.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmMLV8aHT3U
Shock overwhelmed Harry, making him double over and retch onto the dirt track. He shook from the ordeal, and when he managed to straighten up, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and squeezed his eyes shut, determined to block out the throbbing pain behind his temples. Cold beads of sweat formed on his brow, and his heart pounded with frantic intensity. Spots flickered across his vision, and his legs grew weak, threatening to give way. Each breath came shallow and sharp as he fought to regain control.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtXi5ll7onO
Amusement twinkled in Gandalf’s eyes as he watched Harry, a playful smile curling at his lips. ‘So, I see you took the left train,’ he said casually, his voice carrying the lilting tone of a private joke and hinting at the unseen consequences of Harry’s recent choice.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrK11loZjpN
Harry barely whispered, ‘It would appear so,’ with his words muddled by the overwhelming sensations gripping him. He briefly closed his eyes, shutting out the spinning world while he focused all his energy on anchoring himself amid the nausea and confusion.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ44A5cJ8osR
Gandalf fixed his piercing blue eyes on Harry and asked quietly and steadily, ‘Do you recall what I told you before you boarded the train?’44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMNI0W0w77w
‘Yes, sir,’ Harry replied, standing upright and swallowing nervously. He drew a shaky breath, intent on steadying himself before the older wizard. Although his face remained pale, Harry met Gandalf’s gaze with uncertainty and determination.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡha0Z9dBBXO
Gandalf levelled a stern look at Harry and said firmly, ‘Now, Harry, I must insist you call me Gandalf and nothing else. Gandalf the Grey is my name here.’44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgtNELI9T0k
Regaining his composure, Harry nodded at Gandalf, his eyes filled with curiosity as he took in the unfamiliar scenery. Tall ancient trees loomed overhead, their trunks covered in lichen, with roots intertwined among rocks and ferns. The smell of damp leaves mingled with the fresh scent of river water carried on the breeze. Harry focused on a trail winding through brambles, its surface shaped by countless hooves and footsteps, indicating many journeys before his own. ‘Where are we?’ he asked softly, a mix of curiosity and awe as he tried to absorb every aspect of this landscape.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡR1bIFjXwVZ
Gandalf’s smile widened. ‘We are nearing the Ford of Bruinen,’ he said enthusiastically, his tone full of excitement. ‘And beyond it lies Rivendell, the home of the Elves.’44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ81N6dWzZUx
Harry’s curiosity deepened as he listened intently. ‘Elves?’ he asked, genuinely intrigued, while Gandalf carefully helped him onto the horse behind him.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2DGr1QtERy
As the horse reached the top of the hill, Gandalf chuckled warmly. The broad view of the land ahead unfolded before them. The vast, shining River Bruinen stretched below, its waters sparkling in the sunlight and rushing over smooth stones in a silver cascade. The river wound through the valley like a strand of liquid crystal, its surface mirroring the soft colours of the afternoon sky and the lush greenery lining its banks. Dense trees on the far side flashed emerald and gold as the breeze rustled their branches, while wildflowers moved gently in the wind. From this vantage point, the landscape presented a timeless scene—rolling meadows and ancient woods rising on either side of the water, with the distant peaks of the Misty Mountains casting faint shadows over the horizon.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡM0mu7n08xu
Gandalf pointed to the scenery and said, ‘Elves.’ His simple response conveyed deep meaning, making it clear that the word alone could summon the land’s magical beauty. With his words, Gandalf alluded to the wonders just beyond the river, where Rivendell, the homeland of the Elves, nestled in perfect harmony with nature and magic, offering both sanctuary and extraordinary marvels to those fortunate enough to find it.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnqWXsy6YEL
Harry gazed around, marvelling at the sight before him. ‘So, this is Middle-earth?’ he asked, his voice uncertain, as he struggled to reconcile the landscape with his knowledge of the future. The world appeared both ancient and strangely familiar, its timelessness stirring a deep sense of wonder within him. Harry said excitedly, ‘Tell me everything,’ eager to learn about this era, its people, and its history.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡniDXHFjrqs
Gandalf raised his eyebrows in genuine surprise at Harry’s request. ‘What, everything?’ he repeated, pausing in disbelief. For a moment, the old wizard considered the request, his gaze sweeping over the ancient trees and the shimmering river below. Gandalf took a moment to collect his thoughts before he spoke, ‘Well, what can I tell you that I have not already shared?’ He surveyed the rolling hills and dense forest, the gentle river winding through green and gold, where time slowed and each breath brought a hint of history. ‘There is a war approaching, but for now, life in Middle-earth continues much as it has for many years.’ He gestured to the scenery spread out before them before he continued, saying, ‘Today is the 18th of October, and the year is 3018.’ Gandalf softened his voice, filling it with gentle expectation. ‘And by my reckoning, Frodo should already be in Rivendell,’ he added, almost to himself, as he fixed his gaze on a stone bridge ahead. Harry listened closely, his face showing worry as he tried to grasp the name Frodo and what it might mean.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrDXsdHarka
They quickly crossed a strong stone bridge, and Harry looked around as the horse’s hooves echoed steadily on the ancient stones beneath them. Moss covered the broad bridge, and countless travellers had worn its surface smooth over the years. The scenery changed rapidly as a massive mountain loomed ahead, its summit veiled in mist and its slopes blanketed by thick green forests that climbed until they disappeared into the white, misty sky.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9EPaF8DLQl
Suddenly, Gandalf skilfully guided the horse off the main path and into a narrow gorge. Inside, the world became confined—steep, dark, and damp stone walls rose on either side, decorated with patches of lichen and hardy wildflowers that clung to small ledges. Sunlight struggled to reach the winding passage, casting shadows that flickered in an eerie dance of light and dark. The air grew cool and quiet, tinged with the faint scent of wet stone and ancient soil.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjUo4vsoTWo
As they exited the gorge, Harry’s eyes widened with amazement at the sight before him. Towering cliffs with dramatic contours, their faces adorned with ivy and dotted with trees stretching their branches to the sky, framed a stunning valley. Snow-capped peaks stood quietly in the distance, lending the landscape a sense of purity and serenity. At the heart of this hidden haven, ancient trees and gentle boulders surrounded elegant Elven buildings. These exquisite structures blended seamlessly into the landscape—light and delicate halls and archways crafted from pale, silvery wood and glowing stone shimmered in the dappled sunlight. The architecture, refined to perfection, included slender spires, intricate balconies, and sweeping bridges that connected the buildings, endowing them with a timeless, magical quality. Soft lanterns hung from trees and eaves, casting a warm glow that illuminated detailed carvings narrating stories from long ago. The entire scene radiated tranquillity and enchantment, as though nature and artistry had united to create a peaceful retreat untouched by worldly worries.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZqSMPfg7q1
Gandalf leapt efficiently from his horse as soon as he reached the courtyard, his robes billowing slightly when his boots struck the pale flagstones. He turned to Harry and offered a steadying hand, gently helping him dismount and ensuring he stood firmly on the mossy, ancient stones below. Graceful Elven architecture bordered the peaceful retreat—archways and slender columns draped with flowering vines, their blossoms releasing a subtle, sweet scent into the cool afternoon air. The gentle sound of water from a fountain mingled with the songbirds nesting above, together creating a calm, almost enchanting atmosphere. 44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMKURajTMow
As soon as Harry regained his footing, a sharp, urgent cry echoed across the courtyard: ‘Mithrandir!’44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJu41MU5lLF
Harry spun around in surprise and spotted an exceptionally beautiful woman hurrying towards them. She held herself with assertiveness, striding swiftly and purposefully so that her silvery gown and midnight-blue cloak streamed out behind her like the wings of a celestial bird. Worry shadowed her face, but her features shone with brilliance—her high cheekbones, luminous blue eyes radiating intelligence and inner light, and long, dark hair glimmering in the light as it flew behind her. The delicate embroidery on her sleeves caught the light with a soft sparkle, and every step revealed the poise and grace unique to her people. Her urgent movement, controlled strength, and grave expression radiated nobility and a deep, unspoken concern that rippled through the peaceful courtyard, drawing the attention of all who saw her.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ86RiWdqELt
Gandalf called softly, ‘Arwen,’ concern etched clearly in his voice as she abruptly halted in front of him. 44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaiv94PtOn0
Gandalf quickly scanned her with a sharp gaze, noticing the exhaustion on her face: fatigue shaded her bright blue eyes, and damp tendrils of dark hair clung to her temples, having escaped from her neat plaits during her ride. Her riding clothes bore the marks of an arduous journey—mud splattered her silver gown and midnight-blue cloak, brambles had caught the fabric, and the hem hung torn and uneven. 44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfm4fxL0KkM
Nearby, Harry briefly glimpsed what appeared to be dried blood splattered on the delicate embroidery of her sleeve, stark red against the pale material. Her usual graceful movement now seemed strained, revealing just how much her ordeal had weighed on her. 44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRqphPKFfe1
Gandalf, worry clear in his voice, asked urgently, ‘What has happened?’44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsnQzDkTeAY
Arwen drew a shaky breath, ‘It is Frodo,’ she said, her clear and strong voice commanding attention. Gandalf’s features tightened as he recognised the gravity of the situation, while hope and fear flickered in Arwen’s gaze. Without waiting for questions, Arwen spun on her heel and strode away, her cloak sweeping behind her.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3uWPrCC3bC
Gandalf fixed Harry with a serious expression, narrowing his eyes. He gestured elegantly towards a nearby stately building amid ancient trees and said, ‘Please wait in Lord Elrond’s study; it’s just up those stairs.’ The structure Gandalf indicated stood apart, quietly dignified, with delicate arches framing tall stained-glass windows that caught the afternoon light, casting emerald and gold hues onto the polished flagstones. Intricate carvings of leaves and winding vines adorned the pale stone façade, while slender columns held up a high, sweeping roof covered with detailed shingles. Carved wooden doors inlaid with shimmering silver filigree marked the entrance.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8Qtffg4fDr
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Gandalf halted Harry’s protest by raising his hand. ‘Now, Harry,’ he said calmly and confidently, settling the matter with his firm tone. A gentle smile briefly softened his features as he added, ‘I will join you soon,’ offering reassurance. With purposeful steps and a swirl of fabric, he disappeared into Rivendell’s winding passages and leafy archways, leaving Harry amid the serene beauty and growing urgency of the ancient refuge.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWqRefH2d2O
Before Harry could make sense of the chaos around him, a voice called from behind and broke his train of thought. ‘You must be a friend of Gandalf’s,’ they said, curious yet welcoming.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡA9a8GM57SE
Harry quickly spun around and looked down, spotting a tiny man standing close by. At first glance, the man resembled a child, barely reaching Harry’s waist, yet he carried himself with undeniable dignity. As Harry examined him more closely, he realised the man was no child. Fine wrinkles lined his face and hands, each one hinting at years filled with experience and adventure. His skin glowed warmly, suggesting he spent much time outdoors, and wisps of grey hair curled around his ears, blurring. Despite these signs of age, his bright, intelligent eyes sparkled mischievously, dancing with humour and stories yet to be shared. Freckles dusted his nose, and his ears—slightly pointed—poked out from beneath his hair, lending him an unmistakably whimsical look.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡF5P8MDZ70z
He wore an eye-catching ensemble: a stylish emerald-green brocade waistcoat embroidered with fine gold thread. A crisp ivory shirt peeked out at the collar and cuffs, neatly folded beneath the waistcoat. Dark brown velvet trousers sat just above his sturdy, leather-soled feet, which were covered with a thick, curly layer of hair, so unlike Harry’s. A gleaming chain dangled from a brass pocket watch resting against his chest, and a small silver ring adorned one finger. His outfit created the impression of an eccentric gentleman, perfectly suiting his unconventional appearance and suggesting both a life of comfort and a hint of playful flair.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBR0Mn4RA88
Harry blinked in surprise when the small man suddenly asked his question, the unexpected encounter briefly catching him off guard. ‘Uh, yes, sir,’ Harry answered, uncertain yet respectful, his voice revealing both genuine surprise and politeness.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGceE2smrEQ
The small man fixed Harry with a curious gaze, playfully and teasingly asking, ‘What? Never seen a Hobbit before?’ He delivered the words with mock surprise, his tone mischievous and his grin knowing. Amusement sparkled in his eyes, inviting Harry into the joke, as though he relished unsettling newcomers with his unusual appearance. He shifted jauntily from one foot to the other, sending a faint puff of pipe smoke swirling. 44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEYANXou6Yh
Harry smiled sheepishly as he looked down at his shoes. ‘Uh, no, sir. I don’t get out much, I guess,’ he said, shaking his head with a soft laugh that was partly apologetic and partly an admission.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGOCdRgnYPy
‘Hobbits are small folk,’ said the Hobbit, pride swelling in his chest. ‘We live in Hobbit Holes—cosy homes built into hillsides or banks. Bag End, where I used to live, is a particularly fine example of one,’ he said warmly, a contented smile spreading on his face as he puffed his pipe, clearly cherishing his memories of the place.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjhE4idAGhV
Harry listened intently to the Hobbit as he described Bag End, and he vividly imagined the cosy hillside homes. He pictured a warm, sunlit doorway nestled in a lush green slope, a shining brass knob framed by wildflowers. A pleasant marigold scent drifted on the breeze, and circular garden paths wound past vibrant flower beds. Inside, Harry saw polished oak beams, shelves brimming with well-used books and cherished keepsakes, and the gentle glow of lamplight reflecting on copper kettles and colourful tapestries. Laughter echoed through spacious, round corridors, and he imagined the comforting clatter of teacups and the hearth’s cosy warmth. The vision of such a peaceful, inviting place brought a wistful smile to his face as he looked at the Hobbit. ‘Maybe I’ll see it someday,’ Harry said softly, his voice full of hope, as he mentally wandered through the charming world of Bag End and the promise of a life so different from his own.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgFonJlsQ7w
‘Yes, maybe,’ the Hobbit replied, raising his eyes to meet Harry’s. The playful sparkle in his eyes faded, and deep concern shadowed his face. His tone grew more serious as he described, ‘My nephew, Frodo, arrived here in a dreadful condition. He was pale as a ghost and barely conscious when they carried him in.’ The memory clearly affected the Hobbit, as his voice quivered slightly. ‘The whole situation has set the Elves on edge, and there’s a real sense of urgency in the air.’ He pointed toward the busy Elves, keeping his hand raised as his eyes scanned the chaos around them. Elven healers hurried past, carrying bandages and shimmering vials, their faces tense with worry. Hurried footsteps and secret consultations filled the normally peaceful gardens. ‘Lord Elrond has barely rested, doing everything he can to save Frodo,’ he said, nervously adjusting the chain of his pocket watch, betraying his anxiety even as he tried to appear calm. After a short pause, he quietly added, almost as if to reassure himself, ‘But I know he’ll make it. Frodo’s a Baggins, after all.’44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5MpwDX8v13
Harry and the Hobbit ascended the staircase towards Elrond’s study. Countless Elves had worn the ancient stone steps smooth, while high windows allowed dappled sunlight to stream in, casting shifting golden patterns over the carved balustrade and polished wood panelling. Rich tapestries adorned the walls, depicting scenes from Elven lore: silver ships, moonlit forests, and brave heroes locked in timeless battles.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTxr72xlrRb
The Hobbit halted abruptly as they walked, a touch of embarrassment colouring his cheeks. He looked up at Harry and let out a shy, light, melodic laugh. ‘Oh, I almost forgot my manners, how silly of me,’ he said softly, laughing at himself.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdGFuoDyJBx
With a gentle smile, he turned to Harry and extended his small hand in greeting. Faint ink stains and tiny scars dotted his fingers—clear signs of a life spent writing, exploring, and perhaps engaging in a bit of mischief. ‘I am Bilbo Baggins,’ he said warmly and sincerely. Harry reached out to greet Bilbo, and the Hobbit, using both of his small hands because of his stature, warmly clasped Harry’s hand. Bilbo’s eyes sparkled with friendly warmth as he gazed up at the young wizard, the corners of his eyes deepening with genuine happiness.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdT1TncnGv6
Harry said, ‘I’m Harry Potter,’ flashing a wide grin.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqpCAPWU3yp
Bilbo gave Harry an intrigued smile as they stepped into Elrond’s study. Sunlight from the tall, arched windows flickered across the polished floor and lit up shelves crammed with ancient books and delicate Elven carvings. Bilbo’s eyes sparkled, brimming with gentle amusement and genuine curiosity, and he tilted his head slightly as he said, ‘Oh, that’s an unusual name.’ Startled, Harry raised his eyebrows in disbelief, knowing his name was widespread in the future. ‘And where are you from, Harry?’ Bilbo asked, pausing to listen to Harry’s answer.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdmDcw2UAev
When Bilbo asked the question, Harry hesitated, unsure how much he should reveal in such a strange environment. He looked at Bilbo, who waited patiently, his eager eyes reflecting both curiosity and friendliness. His mind raced, weighing what to share—whether to speak of the magic that had shaped his life, the battles he had fought, or his longing for a peaceful home like Bag End. As nerves caught up with him, he stammered softly, ‘Uh… I’m from—’ but the words stuck.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeilvt1xVNg
Before Harry could finish his reply, the heavy wooden door groaned open and Gandalf strode into the study. When he saw his old friend, a broad, sincere smile lit up Gandalf’s weathered face with genuine joy. ‘Bilbo Baggins!’ Gandalf called out, his voice echoing with warmth and recognition.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLAayWWESfm
‘My dear Gandalf!’ Bilbo exclaimed as Gandalf knelt to embrace him. Bilbo’s voice brimmed with joy, clearly revealing his deep affection and relief at seeing Gandalf again after a tough time. Unshed tears glistened in his eyes, and a broad, sincere smile spread across his face, driving away the worry that had marked his features.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhKRQhu6jqp
Gandalf gently placed his hands on Bilbo’s shoulders in a reassuring gesture. ‘Good to see you got here safely,’ Gandalf said warmly, his voice steady.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpQOo0R0jk1
Gandalf carefully released him and stood, placing a supportive hand on Harry’s shoulder. Gandalf announced in a calm, proud voice, ‘Harry, here, is my apprentice.’ Gandalf’s unfamiliar introduction surprised Harry, who looked up at the wizard with wide eyes. Gandalf returned his gaze with a gentle smile—a subtle, weathered curve of his lips and twinkling eyes beneath bushy brows.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWbE5tUqVa9
Bilbo knitted his eyebrows in curious surprise, his expressive face revealing intrigue and confusion. ‘An apprentice? Well, this is a new thing for you, my friend. I didn’t think Istari took on apprentices,’ Bilbo said thoughtfully, his gentle voice tinged with genuine bewilderment. He narrowed his eyes at Harry, trying to understand this unexpected situation, his gaze flickering with doubt and fascination. He played absent-mindedly with the hem of his waistcoat, showing his restless curiosity. Meanwhile, the corners of his mouth twitched into a half-smile, hinting at amusement and unease about the unconventional arrangement.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXAkRz08CKg
Gandalf corrected him softly, ‘Maiar, Bilbo.’ Leaning closer, Gandalf let his blue eyes gleam with amusement and mystery as if sharing a private joke with Bilbo. ‘And we do, from time to time,’ he added, as the familiar sparkle in his eye deepened.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjtaamvfRqs
Bilbo nodded, but uncertainty still clouded his face. Worry creased his brow as he gazed anxiously at Gandalf. He twisted his hands together, his knuckles whitening as he struggled to keep them still. His voice trembled gently as he asked, ‘Any word on Frodo’s condition?’ Bilbo’s eyes darted between Gandalf and the door, his posture tensing and his shoulders hunching as if he braced himself for bad news.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvsiGTnEEYn
Gandalf smiled reassuringly at Bilbo and said in a calm, comforting tone, ‘Frodo is going to be fine.’44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9VTqAKY6b9
Bilbo exhaled and quickly let his tense expression soften, realising he had been holding his breath. He sighed shakily, revealing his relief after a period of silent anxiety, and relaxed his shoulders for the first time in a while. Comfort washed over him as he sank into a nearby chair. Since the discussion began, he had gradually relaxed—he let his hands, which had been clutching his waistcoat tightly, now rest loosely on his lap, and he stilled his previously fidgeting feet.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgZh2QZ7XU1
Bilbo let out a relieved sigh, and his face relaxed into a grateful smile. He pressed his hand to his chest, as if he were calming a fluttering heart. ‘Oh, good,’ he said, his voice filled with emotion, and he shook his head slightly as he dismissed lingering worries. Bilbo quickly asked, his voice trembling with excitement, ‘Are the Elves finished? I want to see him.’ Eager to see Frodo, he rose from the chair—initially unsteady, but he gained confidence with each step.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8EOOlSBH0r
‘Yes, Bilbo Baggins, it is done,’ a deep voice announced from across the room. They turned to see the new arrival. A remarkably handsome Elf entered through another doorway, immediately commanding attention with his presence. The experiences of a lifetime shaped his features, blending youth and age. His eyes revealed profound depth, reflecting the joys and sorrows he had witnessed, and his quiet strength radiated wisdom and resilience. Long, dark hair flowed gracefully over his shoulders. He wore elegant midnight blue robes embroidered with shimmering silver, which subtly reflected his movements and gave him an almost ethereal appearance. High cheekbones and a noble brow gave him ageless dignity, while his keen yet gentle gaze sparkled with intelligence and compassion.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIFm42upQbG
The Elf gently nodded to Bilbo, infusing the gesture with authority and kindness. He slightly tilted his head and offered a reassuring half-smile. Bilbo’s face brightened with a warm, grateful smile. Overcome with emotion, he gazed at the newcomer with admiration and deep gratitude. Energised by the prospect of good news, Bilbo straightened and let out a soft, almost reverent sigh. Without uttering a word, he moved swiftly, leaving the study and down the steps back to the courtyard.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZKyWEv6R5c
Gandalf bowed respectfully and greeted, ‘Lord Elrond.’ He spoke with a formal tone that showed his deep respect for Rivendell’s Lord. 44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡE5SUbtxZxw
Elrond responded with a calm nod, radiating quiet authority. He walked further into the room, moving with purposeful, unhurried grace. He fixed his sharp eyes on Gandalf and then thoughtfully observed Harry, taking in every detail with the keen perception of someone accustomed to weighing fate and consequences. He stopped near the centre of the richly decorated study and spoke in a calm, curious voice, ‘And this is one of the three you mentioned earlier?’ he asked, raising a refined brow as his gaze moved between Gandalf and Harry again.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcx40qVfdJU
Gandalf rested his hand gently on Harry’s shoulder and replied softly but firmly, ‘Yes, Master Harry Potter.’ While Gandalf spoke, he kept his hand on Harry’s shoulder, offering both guidance and an unspoken promise of protection.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡE3bXd68koq
Elrond examined Harry’s hand briefly, letting his gaze rest on his ring before he looked intently into Harry’s eyes, curiosity shining through. He seated himself with grace, clasping his elegant fingers thoughtfully as he studied Harry. ‘I can see the likeness,’ he said softly. Harry frowned in confusion as he tried to discern what Elrond meant by that.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4T9gybQSLO
Elrond sighed softly and fixed his gaze on Gandalf. In a low, melodious voice filled with quiet urgency, he asked, ‘I trust this information will remain confidential for now?’44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVcyMAXrwt7
Gandalf met Lord Elrond’s request with a nod. ‘Yes, Lord Elrond,’ his voice firm and unwavering, embodying the quiet confidence of someone well practised in handling secrets and trust.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEBvMVBZ0lm
Gandalf fixed Harry with his piercing blue eyes. ‘Take off your ring, Harry, and keep it hidden,’ he said carefully, stressing every word.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGVNdVeBeQI
Harry frowned and looked up at Gandalf, puzzled by the sudden request. He hesitated, letting his fingers hover over his heirloom. With care, Harry took off the ring and studied the snakes and golden crown for a moment before slipping it gently into his pocket. Looking at Gandalf, Harry softly asked, his voice full of uncertainty and real anxiety, ‘Why?’44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCskcQbtnxc
Gandalf gazed thoughtfully out the window, offering a gentle, reassuring smile. ‘I’ll explain when the others arrive,’ he said, his tone steady yet gentle, making a promise of clarity to come. He paused and let his gaze linger on the distant horizon, as though he sensed the approach of those needed for the upcoming disclosure. ‘It shouldn’t be long now.’ Although his words remained simple, the way he delivered them suggested something vital—perhaps even transformative—was about to happen.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRDSjArhr78
‘What others?’ Harry asked anxiously, glancing between Gandalf and Elrond as he tried to interpret their expressions. He searched their faces for any hint of explanation, his eyes darting back and forth. Elrond kept his face calm and unreadable, maintaining a gentle, mysterious gaze. Gandalf watched Harry with quiet sympathy and restraint. Harry’s brow creased slightly, and he unconsciously tensed his fingers. The young wizard shifted nervously, his heart pounding with anticipation as he realised he was wrapped up in a conversation whose true importance he was only beginning to understand.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡe5UWsNfFhy
Gandalf said softly but firmly, ‘Soon, Harry,’ shaking his head to dismiss Harry’s lingering questions. He met Harry’s eyes with quiet intensity. He continued in a voice that carried the gentle authority, ‘For now, let us leave Lord Elrond in peace.’ Gandalf then gently guided Harry from the study, their footsteps soft on the polished wood. Harry looked back one last time at Elrond—still seated with serene dignity behind his desk before Gandalf led him out.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡg0yeEmsjE2
The two wizards descended the stairs, their footsteps echoing through Rivendell’s peaceful corridors. Golden sunlight filtered through the intricate stained-glass windows, illuminating the ornate arches lining the passageways. The subtle fragrance of blooming lavender and wild roses from the gardens mingled with the cool, fresh valley air. Silk banners rustled gently from polished columns nearby, and crystal wind chimes chimed distantly in the morning breeze. 44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2Q8GGSCGK0
Before long, they found Bilbo sitting at a small table on the patio outside a grand hall. Delicate leaf-and-vine carvings adorned the patio, and ancient trees overhead cast patterns of sunlight across the stone floor. Elven voices drifted softly from open doors, blending with melodious singing and the elegant dancers inside, whose flowing robes shimmered in the light.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLlspJiINJC
Gandalf guided Harry to the table where Bilbo sat in a sunlit corner, and a gentle breeze fluttered the delicate old maps spread out on the table next to him. Intricate carvings of vines and leaves adorned the table, which held teacups, plates of Elven pastries, and a steaming silver teapot. With an elegant sweep, Gandalf pulled out a chair for Harry and then took his own seat. Gandalf turned to Harry, his eyes twinkling with mild amusement, and asked, ‘Tea, Harry?’44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwGLIC5Oe1l
Harry nodded distractedly as he spotted the maps on the adjacent table. He stood and walked over to it, intrigued. The surface formed a mosaic of parchment, with crisp edges curling slightly in the soft breeze. Seeing Harry’s curiosity, Bilbo kindly explained, ‘Ah, those are maps of the places I’ve visited,’ he said warmly as he reached for the teapot, his eyes shining with memories of distant lands and old roads. The smell of freshly brewed tea mingled with the musty scent of parchment, making Harry feel as though he looked not just at maps but at the stories and adventures woven into Bilbo’s life.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFRiqhSn3qj
‘Do you mind if I take a look?’ Harry asked, gesturing toward the maps. Curiosity sparked within him as he eyed the collection of charts and sketches spread across the table, each one hinting at past journeys and explored lands. 44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqwhjhsx5WJ
The softly worn parchment maps lay scattered in gentle disarray, their frequent handling evident. Delicate Elven script adorned the edges of some, tracing winding rivers, tall mountain ranges, and ancient forests. Bilbo had carefully added smudged notes in his neat, looping handwriting, showing the mark of his meticulous record-keeping and his adventures. Sunlight caught the faded ink of distant roads and forgotten trails, making the aged paper glow softly. Curious symbols and tiny compass roses among the charts drew Harry in. At that moment, he sensed the stories behind each map—tales of dangerous routes, hidden places, and new friendships—waited to unfold. Harry longed to trace the lines with his fingers, imagining the footsteps that had traversed those lands and the mysteries still concealed within them.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRL8l5M03Ja
Bilbo beamed a friendly smile at Harry and replied kindly, ‘Not at all!’ The soft lines of age around his eyes crinkled with good humour, and rosy cheeks showed his contentment. He relaxed into the embroidered cushions, his slight frame nearly melting into the chair’s comfort.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡctIEBU6kIU
Harry scanned the table and found a collection of worn parchments scattered among the maps. Aged and marked by curled corners, the papers bore faint tea stains and traces of past adventures. He furrowed his brow slightly as he spotted several hurried sketches of a ring along the margins—rough circles, some darkened by multiple strokes, others surrounded by unsure lines or marked with spidery, swift handwriting. The drawings ranged from simple outlines to more detailed images, some adorned with unusual symbols or brief attempts at Elven runes, as if the artist eagerly tried to capture every fleeting impression the mysterious object left on their mind.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaUUoadNftM
Harry leaned in with curiosity and studied the images, seeking their meaning. The quiet urgency pulsed from each sketch, with its repetition revealing an obsession or anxiety that clung to the parchment. Under his gaze, the rings seemed to shift, their significance persisting and elusive, as if they wove a half-told story waiting to be discovered. The hurried lines pointed to restless thoughts, drawn perhaps during troubled moments or late-night unease. Harry questioned what they might symbolise—whether these marked casual doodles, cryptic warnings, or desperate efforts to unveil the secrets of a dangerous artefact.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2RQec6acbE
Harry briefly glanced at Gandalf, who quietly observed him from the nearby table with a focused, unreadable expression, calmly and patiently assessing Harry’s reaction. Harry then returned his attention to the enigmatic drawings, determined to uncover their hidden meaning.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAGxTLjG5Fr
Harry pushed some sheets aside and uncovered more drawings. Uncertain and increasingly anxious, Harry carefully placed the papers back, his movements almost reverent as he tried not to disturb the tense energy that seemed to linger between the pages. He paused for a moment, his fingers resting on the worn edge of the top parchment, while thoughts of the faded ring sketches continued to haunt him. Each drawing appeared to weigh heavily on his mind, as if the act of creating them had filled them with obsession or fear. A slight chill ran down his spine, and his pulse quickened as an unseen threat briefly cast a shadow over him. A touch of unease gripped Harry’s chest as he hoped the ring in these drawings was not the one he suspected. 44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡm4Ppfpus1t
Harry searched Gandalf’s and Bilbo’s faces for quiet clues, watching closely for a glance or a shared look that might confirm his suspicions. He believed he caught a hint of concern behind the sparkle in Gandalf’s wise, deep eyes—an underlying sign that the wizard might be hiding worries he hadn’t yet revealed, even though his expression often appeared unreadable. Though Bilbo seemed relaxed, Harry wondered whether the cheerful mask concealed deeper anxieties about his own journeys and the secrets woven into the maps and sketches. The soft clink of teacups and the gentle murmur of conversation in the background heightened Harry’s sense that he stood on the verge of uncovering a larger secret.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡO0JEGPLWIp
Harry quietly decided he would not miss the opportunity to question Gandalf about his true purpose in Rivendell. In the meantime, every detail—the way Gandalf rested his staff against the table and Bilbo lingered with his fingers on the parchment—grew more significant, as if each gesture might reveal the answers Harry sought.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ64xZWQ2pRN
Harry’s gaze settled on another map lying among the objects on the table—a map that immediately stood out from the rest. Its frame, marked by past adventures, showed a singed corner, as though flames had nearly claimed it. Thick, textured parchment carried faded ink trails and tiny pinpricks left from being tacked to a rucksack or cabin wall.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFjhnWO1k7z
Gandalf noticed Harry’s curiosity and gave a knowing smile. ‘I may have given Bilbo a nudge out of his comfort zone in the past,’ Gandalf said in a casual tone, yet his words suggested that deeper stories waited to be told. He glanced at Bilbo, who busied himself with the food, before he met Harry’s eyes once more. ‘He went on a remarkable journey with a Dwarf named Thorin, who entrusted Bilbo with this map.’44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0PewI8SRVK
Gandalf’s words painted a vivid picture of Bilbo leaving his quiet home and embarking on an adventure with dwarves, challenging his courage and cleverness. The map served as more than just a tool; it symbolised the journey and carried the hopes, fears, and dreams of those who relied on it. Harry could almost see Thorin’s determined expression and Bilbo’s nervous resolve as their destinies intertwined in a quest that took them far beyond the safety of the Shire. Gandalf’s calm, wise, and slightly mischievous manner revealed the gentle guidance and support he offered throughout their travels.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnTkkrqrJky
In that moment, the map on the table became more than just an artefact; its scars and stains actively told stories of fire, rain, and steadfast companionship. Gandalf’s warm, knowing smile showed Harry that sometimes a simple, gentle nudge can change a life forever.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ404WMPQdrd
Harry leaned in, studying the map with keen interest and nodding as he did so. Bold letters at the top declared the title, “The Lonely Mountain.” Someone had applied the ink with deliberate precision, making each letter stand distinct, even though the dark strokes had faded with age. The parchment around the title carried the smudged marks of old thumbprints and the stains left by hurried hands on rain-soaked nights. Dominating the centre, the mountain’s shape rose in jagged black lines, warning and intriguing all at once. Cryptic runes curled around its peaks, and winding paths pointed to a hidden entrance, all drawn by an artist intimately familiar with the terrain’s dangers. The Lonely Mountain stood out—not simply as an illustration, but as a symbol of peril and promise. Harry traced the routes with his eyes, the name echoing in his mind, and sensed the map’s history and adventure in every detail.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ35J3AmQmB9
Bilbo shook his head and turned to Gandalf. ‘I was shocked to find the Elves don’t know about Afters, Gandalf! I was very disappointed indeed,’ he grumbled, mixing amusement with disappointment while he grabbed a pork pie and took a big bite. The pungent aroma of the pie filled the air as Bilbo relaxed in his chair, letting crumbs spill onto his lap. The contrast between Bilbo as he heartily and eagerly enjoyed simple food and the refined, subtle tastes of the Elves provided an almost amusing scene. While he chewed, his face became lively, his eyebrows raised and lips pursed in mock outrage, as if he couldn’t believe civilised folk would skip such an essential part of the meal. He let out a satisfying sigh and reached for another bite, confidently determined to teach everyone about the delights of a proper Hobbit tea.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpxyUsRxIsE
Harry furrowed his brow in confusion and asked Gandalf, ‘Afters?’, struggling to grasp the unfamiliar term. Gandalf recognised Harry’s confusion immediately, twinkling with mischief in his eyes. He let out a warm, rich laugh that filled the room like a comforting melody.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcZuyCidFfO
Bilbo stood up from his seat and walked over to a side table, where he carefully picked out a generous slice of sponge cake. The cake looked light and airy, its golden-brown crust dusted with sugar. With a flourish, he wielded a silver cake server, choosing a thick, satisfying piece that promised comfort and indulgence. He returned to the main table and gently set the cake down, its soft layers glowing in the warm lamplight. ‘But I found this, so we should be fine. I hope it will be enough,’ he said, his tone tinged with the satisfaction of someone who appreciates a good pudding.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBzvmbS2YU1
Gandalf nodded and fixed Harry with a playful sparkle in his eyes. ‘Afters,’ he repeated merrily, teasing as he pointed to the cake on the table.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYk95mMuFwF
Bilbo eagerly stacked more food on the table as Harry watched in growing wonder. He quickly brought out plates and platters—heaping piles of buttery scones, golden pork pies that filled the air with their savoury scent, slices of honeyed cake, and bowls brimming with shiny berries. Each new dish crowded the tablecloth, creating delicious chaos. The abundance seemed almost humorous; Bilbo’s eagerness to feed his guests appeared limitless. Steam drifted up from fresh tarts, and the gentle clatter of crockery echoed as Bilbo worked cheerfully. Harry widened his eyes at the feast, raised an eyebrow in surprise, and wondered how anyone could eat so much. He then asked Gandalf, ‘Not enough?’44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmo1EaGuQU7
Harry’s confusion made Gandalf chuckle softly. ‘Hobbits, Harry,’ he explained, using a tender tone full of affection and nostalgia for their simple ways. ‘You will become well acquainted with them,’ he added, leaning back gracefully in his chair. He took a slow sip of his tea, savouring its warmth and flavour as if it reminded him of simpler days.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4S5F7iOQED
Bilbo asked, ‘Cake?’ his voice filled with eager hope as he turned to Harry. He confidently extended the plate, showing off a large slice of sponge cake that looked incredibly light, its golden crust dusted with fine sugar.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡu99ep04DMJ
Harry looked at the table overflowing with food and hesitated. The embroidered tablecloth came alive with culinary chaos, as each dish vied for space and attention, creating a feast worthy of a celebration. ‘Uh, no thanks,’ he said, glancing nervously at the spread, his fingers twitching with doubt as he battled the temptation of the inviting treats. Although he politely refused, his stomach let out a loud growl, betraying how long it had been since his last meal.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXsFqxCmqtD
Bilbo turned back with a raised eyebrow. ‘No, that will not do. You need some food too, I should think,’ he said, his eyes shining with both mischief and genuine concern. Without waiting for protest, Bilbo eagerly reached for the treats on the table. He skilfully stacked various pies and cakes onto a plate for Harry, starting with a golden pork pie that gleamed with a flaky crust and released a savoury aroma. He added a thick slice of honey cake, which caught the light with its glaze and hinted at sweetness. He then carefully placed a wedge of airy sponge cake, dusted with sugar, letting its soft layers almost spill over the plate. He chose every piece with care, creating a small feast—an edible symbol of Hobbit hospitality—then topped it with neat scones and bursting berries. Bilbo’s eyes gleamed with delight as he admired the food mountain, clearly determined that Harry wouldn’t leave hungry.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXRDXxqoNFd
Harry tried to step in. ‘No, sir, I’m fine,’ he quickly responded, hoping to avoid any trouble. He spoke politely, his desperation clear as he gently attempted to decline Bilbo’s hospitality. Harry glanced at Gandalf, silently asking for help; amusement and slight anxiety widened his eyes as he absorbed the overwhelming attention.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXDDmuL7Uug
Gandalf leaned closer to Harry, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he gave some friendly advice. ‘One thing you’ll learn, Harry, is Hobbits have an insatiable appetite and are very generous hosts,’ he said, giving a warm nod toward Bilbo.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡevrd1kYzab
Harry softly shook his head, knowing that refusing more would not only fail but might also come across as rude, given Bilbo’s genuine concern. Accepting the inevitable, he gave a small, grateful smile, silently acknowledging that sometimes the best way to honour another’s generosity is to receive it.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNF3Md4dM8y
Hermione slowly opened her eyes as morning light filtered through the dense leaves, casting patterned shadows on the forest floor and momentarily dazzling her. The cold of dawn lingered, making her shiver, so she drew her thin blanket more tightly around her shoulders. The rough, uneven ground pressed every ridge and root into her back, a stark contrast to her warm, soft bed in Hogwarts. Despite trying to find a smooth patch of earth the night before, she now felt sore and stiff, her limbs aching from a night of restless tossing on the hard ground.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfdN5b96nW9
Hermione sighed softly, her quiet frustration dispersing into the crisp morning air. The subtle aroma of moss and damp leaves lingered with each breath, while branches gently rustled overhead. The nearby stream murmured, its cool sounds mingling with the distant cries of waking birds. The unyielding cold, the thin blanket that barely shielded her from the chill, and the sharp stones and gnarled roots beneath her amplified her growing aversion to sleeping outdoors.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMPzJ76jtPV
As she reflected, she regretted that she hadn’t remembered to use the enchanted tents stored securely in her beaded bag. These tents, with their magically enlarged interiors and cosy beds, would have made the night much easier—perhaps even enjoyable. She could almost picture the gentle glow of lanterns, the pleasant warmth of enchanted blankets, and the reassuring sense of safety that wizarding magic provided. Still, Hermione reminded herself of the danger. If they needed to escape quickly, leaving such obviously magical items behind could pose a serious risk, especially if they fell into the wrong hands. She wanted to avoid abandoning the tents in a panic at all costs. With a weary shake of her head, she decided to endure the uncomfortable conditions for now, choosing safety over comfort, even if it meant another night of restless sleep under the stars.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4yY73tVJ34
Hermione pulled her thin blanket tighter around her shoulders, shivering in the chilly morning air as she tried to preserve what little warmth remained. The tough night left her stiff and sore; every move on the uneven, root-strewn ground made her muscles ache, leaving her feeling groggy when she woke. As the light grew clearer, she scanned the campsite, now partly revealed in the soft, dappled sunlight. She noticed the dew sparkling on the worn canvas of their bags, the faint glow of last night’s dying fire, and the tangle of blankets and belongings that showed a restless night spent seeking comfort on harsh ground. Even as the wilderness pressed in, Hermione found strange comfort in observing these small, everyday details—the flash of a dropped spoon, a spider’s web woven between blades of grass, and the morning mist clinging to the low shrubs surrounding their camp.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6Q6Whohij5
Hermione’s eyes drifted to Ron, sleeping peacefully, savouring a rare moment when his face lost the tension and strain of their Horcrux hunt. The gentle movement of his chest soothed her, and his features—usually creased with worry and exhaustion—now relaxed, the furrow in his brow smoothed away. A faint blush touched his cheeks, and a stray curl of ginger hair tumbled across his forehead, revealing a boyish innocence she hadn’t glimpsed in months. The ordeal had exhausted everyone, but Ron bore visible signs of the emotional toll. He often tossed and turned, murmuring anxiously in his dreams as dangerous memories and uncertainty haunted him. Guarding Slytherin’s Locket proved especially draining; its dark influence drove Ron to temporarily abandon the group, putting their friendship to the test and challenging their resilience. Hermione remembered the shadowed, distant look in his eyes then, his patience worn thin as the locket whispered doubts and insecurities. Now, in the calm of early morning, those burdens seemed to lift—if only for a moment—allowing Hermione to see her friend as he truly was: vulnerable, worn, but still steady beneath it all.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡetWCaAuiC8
Hermione realised during those difficult months that Ron harboured feelings for her. His affection showed itself clearly—he stayed close to her during quiet times, glanced over protectively in tense moments, and reserved gentle smiles just for her. She longed to return his feelings with the same certainty, wishing for the simplicity of mutual love. However, she couldn’t reciprocate, and that troubled her deeply as she watched Ron sleep peacefully beside her. The pain of uncertainty pressed heavily on her; she felt torn between the comfort his companionship gave her and the honesty she owed both herself and him. As Ron lay with a peaceful expression, Hermione’s heart grew heavy with guilt and sadness, knowing her feelings did not match his open devotion. She traced the gentle rise and fall of his chest, the soft curve of his mouth, and wondered whether he sensed her inner conflict, or if he dreamed only of happiness—unaware of the complex feelings beneath their friendship.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡT33apFYoVs
Hermione’s eyes then moved to Malfoy. Watching him closely, she questioned whether he would ever truly change. Now that he no longer lived under his father’s influence or Voldemort’s control, Draco stood at a crossroads, able to choose his own direction without others dictating his path. In the gentle morning light, she noticed the subtle ways his inner struggles showed—the uneasy way he shifted, the flicker of doubt in his eyes when he believed no one observed him. His jaw set with uncertainty, betraying more vulnerability than he meant to reveal. She took in his appearance: hair tousled, clothes worn from nights spent camping, a stark contrast to his former life of comfort. Even with these changes, Hermione doubted he would transform overnight, or perhaps ever. She recognised that Draco would likely always embody Slytherin qualities—ambition, pride, cunning, and a protective reserve. Even when he acted kindly, his instinctive caution surfaced whenever he tried to form new alliances, as though he still wore the armour he’d relied on for so long. The old Draco persisted in the quick, calculating glances he shot around the camp, the measured way he spoke, and the subtle control he maintained despite their unpredictable situation. Hermione accepted that any actual change in him would develop slowly and with difficulty, woven into his character rather than simply replacing the person he used to be.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyMpyjBLSEt
Despite this, Hermione suddenly empathised with him, particularly in light of his recent loss. Now that he had lost his mother, Draco recognised the greater complexity within the Malfoy family than he had ever realised. His struggles revealed a deeper, more fragile aspect beneath his distant exterior. Hermione’s perception of him shifted as she started to notice the pain and challenges hidden behind his façade. She discerned the silent grief etched into his posture—his shoulders slumped slightly, weighted with unspoken sorrow. Arrogance, which had once defined Draco, now appeared subdued, giving way to a delicate melancholy that she saw in his movements and fleeting expressions. Hermione remembered seeing him at Hogwarts—invariably well-dressed and guarded, never letting anyone close enough to glimpse the boy behind the bravado. But in the gentle morning light, she saw a changed Draco: his eyes shadowed from sleepless nights, his hands trembling faintly while he carried out simple camp tasks. Losing his mother had left him raw and uncertain, and Hermione’s heart ached as she realised how hard he struggled to redefine himself in a world so dramatically changed. She wondered whether, beneath his cool exterior, Draco longed for comfort and understanding, and whether he might ever reveal his actual vulnerabilities. What she had once viewed as mere Slytherin pride now seemed part of a complex tapestry, woven with pain, loss, and a desperate need for acceptance.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrpYms2fVfV
Hermione sighed, shaking her thoughts away as she looked around the camp. She knew they couldn’t delay much longer. She reluctantly pushed aside her blanket, letting the morning chill seep deeper into her bones. They had to get up and plan their next move quickly, even though they felt tired and unprepared. The situation demanded urgency—Diagon Alley would be their next stop, but the journey would be fraught with danger. Once a place filled with wonder and excitement, the street had turned into a perilous obstacle course under Voldemort’s threat. Hermione pictured Death Eaters lurking along the street, their sharp eyes and swift wands hidden behind every shadow and corner, transforming simple errands into life-or-death gambles. She knew every brick and cobblestone might conceal an enemy or a trap.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ30vs2szz1I
She acknowledged that they might confront danger and needed to prepare themselves to fight for their goal. Her mind raced through possible disguises, escape strategies, and defensive spells—“Protego”, “Stupefy”, “Expelliarmus”, and any silent signals they might need in case of trouble. The prospect of them going into such peril tightened her stomach with anxiety, yet she forced herself to remain steady. Hermione strengthened her resolve as she pictured the narrow, winding alleys, the towering shopfronts, and the persistent sense of dread now shadowing Diagon Alley. They would rely on one another, move quickly and quietly, and place their trust in their planning and courage to guide them through whatever lay ahead.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡv0m8SnnrW4
Hermione rolled her eyes with tired resignation and let the fresh morning air fully rouse her. She kept her gaze on the fire, where only softly glowing embers remained after the flames died down overnight. Wisps of smoke curled lazily upward into the chilly air, carrying the faint scent of charred wood and last night’s food.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIcYpcs6RDA
Snape’s voice sliced through the morning’s quiet as he greeted her, ‘Ah, you’re awake.’ He entered the clearing and, without a word, he smoothly drew his wand and flicked it, reigniting the campfire. The flames flared up, crackling and flickering, casting warmth across the camp.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzv43kwd5VX
Snape kept his keen eyes alert as he looked back at Hermione. ‘Wake the other two. It’s time we left. I’ll check the area,’ he commanded, speaking each word sharply. Then, Snape quietly moved away from the fire into the shadows at the clearing’s edge. Leaves rustled slightly and twigs crackled faintly as he disappeared into the trees, focusing on securing their surroundings before their next step.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡK4MMo6RpzE
Startled by Snape’s sudden arrival, Draco blinked sleepily, his usually sharp features softened, and his pale hair stuck up at odd angles from a restless night. He slowly sat up and cast a cautious glance around the camp to assure himself that everything remained normal. Draco stifled a yawn and stretched, his joints cracking loudly, before rubbing his eyes to banish the fatigue. When he finally stood, the discomfort from another night on rough ground showed in his stiff posture; he rolled his shoulders slowly to ease the lingering ache. Draco approached his satchel and knelt beside it. He fumbled with the clasp, searching for supplies inside, and the clinking glass and rustling wrappers signalled potions, food, or other essentials.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOG1e3i2K4X
Draco paused, then strode to the fire, which now blazed brightly and sent a warm, golden glow across the makeshift camp. He pulled a small, battered triangle cooker from his satchel—a simple Muggle contraption made of blackened metal, with slightly warped legs and a surface marked by soot from repeated use. With steady hands, Draco set it in the centre of the flames, watching the firelight dance over its worn edges. Hermione watched with curiosity, taking in the unusual sight: Draco Malfoy—who had once epitomised Pureblood wizarding superiority—now knelt beside a Muggle tool, tending breakfast over the embers as though it were second nature.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡh45jBIaHgT
Draco pulled his satchel beside him by the fire—once a luxurious bag from his Hogwarts days. Now, it showed signs of wear and hardship. The leather, once supple and pristine, had cracked, dulled, and turned mottled from repeated exposure. Tarnish streaked across the silver clasp, and the Malfoy crest was obscured beneath smudges and scratches. Scuffs, burns, and scratches marred the delicate leather, and a corner had been hastily stitched with mismatched thread to repair it under challenging conditions.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpVJ7Pu2Llx
The almost shocking sight struck Hermione; she recognised that the Malfoy family always prided themselves on their appearance, keeping even their simplest possessions immaculately clean. At school, Draco always kept his belongings noticeably neat—he never creased his books, polished his quill cases to a shine, and ensured each item radiated that inherited elegance. In stark contrast, this battered satchel now appeared as a relic from another era, carrying the marks of flight, peril, and lost stability. Its elegant straps had frayed, their edges softened by constant use, and faded ink stains.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsQZR9D78Rj
Draco’s decision to carry a damaged bag actively reflected the change in his circumstances. Hermione recognised this as a small but significant sign—Draco had relinquished his former privileges and expectations, chosen to oppose Voldemort, and distanced himself from his father.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrRjCxrKA3j
Draco paused and met Hermione’s gaze. Still groggy, he slurred, ‘Do you want anything for breakfast?’ The words emerged muddled and soft, revealing his apparent dislike for mornings. Though he remained polite, Draco’s faintly rasping voice and visible exhaustion—his furrowed brow, slow movements, and the small yawn tugging at the corner of his mouth—made it apparent that, regardless of Hogwarts house, he was known for not being a morning person. His unguarded expression revealed a rare moment of vulnerability, offering a glimpse of Draco without his usual composure as he awkwardly shifted from sleep to wakefulness.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEMar92TB0c
Hermione replied softly, ‘Sure, anything you can spare is fine,’ deliberately keeping her tone gentle to avoid provoking Draco in his sleepy state. Meeting his eyes, she held his gaze steadily, conveying gratitude rather than expectation. A small, encouraging smile appeared on her face, silently easing the awkwardness.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡw8k8PPzI0N
Draco nodded and reached into his satchel to gather breakfast supplies. He sorted through its contents, pulling out some sausages, bacon, bread, a small jar of jam, and a few slightly bruised apples—each one carefully wrapped to preserve what freshness remained. He placed the sausages and bacon on the triangle cooker at the centre of the campfire, arranging them with focused attention. The utensils clinked softly, and food began to sizzle gently.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPIdoCrb9Dv
Snape strode back into the encampment. He paused beside the campfire and fixed them with a critical gaze. ‘Good, you’re awake,’ he said in his low, clipped tone, addressing Draco. Still groggy from sleep, Draco quickly nodded and instinctively straightened up when he saw his former teacher.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡksV4a5vglp
Snape wasted no time shifting his focus to Ron, who snoozed softly, oblivious and curled up in his blanket. He strode over confidently and purposefully, giving Ron a sharp nudge with the toe of his boot. The action showed neither gentleness nor patience. ‘Wake up, Weasley,’ he said, his voice firm.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfcke6QXyf7
Ron groaned in irritation, making his annoyance at the sudden awakening plain. He slowly sat up and rubbed his eyes in a foggy attempt to banish sleep. His flaming hair stuck out at odd angles, and his blanket remained tangled around his legs as he shuffled upright. As he became more aware, he scowled at Snape, narrowing his blue eyes. ‘Geez, can’t a guy sleep?’ he grumbled, his voice thick with exhaustion and muffled as he stifled a yawn. He slumped his shoulders, displaying his reluctance to face the day and the comfort of sleep from which Snape had abruptly torn him.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjcYQrZVt48
Ron’s irritation quickly faded, replaced by a much stronger, more immediate sensation. The smell of breakfast cooking over the fire filled the air and set off a loud, unmistakable growl from his stomach. Ron instinctively pressed his hand to his midsection, trying to muffle the embarrassing noise.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8TMzFpo1CB
Hermione laughed gently, her warm, melodic voice cutting through the morning chill. Even Draco, who usually masked his feelings with indifference, could not help but smile briefly and chuckle softly—a little rough from tiredness, but genuine. He met Ron’s eyes with a glimmer of dry humour. ‘Hungry, Weasley?’ he teased, shooting Ron a quick, knowing look.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlW6L3ENHQz
Ron shifted uncomfortably, nervously fidgeting with the edge of his blanket. His ears turned red with embarrassment as he admitted, ‘I haven’t eaten since yesterday.’ To conceal his discomfort, Ron let out a broad yawn.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrohyVDczSk
Ron stood up, seeking relief from the cold and embarrassment, and stretched his stiff body. Pulling his blanket tighter around his shoulders, he shuffled toward the campfire and cast a longing glance at the flickering flames. Standing close, Ron reached out his hands to the heat, letting it warm his skin and lift his spirits. The smell of breakfast mingled with woodsmoke, and his stomach growled again.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡo8wNNvQOIp
Draco paused his preparations, and he glanced at Snape. ‘Snape, do you want anything?’ Draco asked with a hint of wary respect. Snape gave a brief, almost imperceptible shake of his head as he scanned the modest breakfast offerings with dark, dismissive eyes, clearly showing he had no interest in eating. Unfazed by Snape’s habitual refusal, Draco shrugged with resignation—he had grown accustomed to such responses.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEaQmsGwh9T
Draco retrieved three small, chipped plates from his satchel and arranged a portion on each. Draco casually handed the plates to Hermione and Ron, receiving grateful, if slightly sheepish, smiles from them. Finally, Draco sat by the fire with his own breakfast.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEeVKDDu7LA
Hermione ate at a slow, deliberate pace, savouring each bite after days without a proper meal. Her calm rhythm demonstrated more than hunger; she always chose to eat unhurriedly, seeking comfort in these small acts of nourishment. Now and then, she paused to let the flavours settle, carefully chewing in a way that seemed almost meditative—determined to enjoy every crumb.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqcsrgELD4H
Ron ate his breakfast ravenously, a stark contrast to Hermione’s calm and measured pace. He tore into the sausages, bacon, and bread, hardly taking time to enjoy the sweet jam, and finished the apple slices almost instantly. His cheeks flushed and his eyes fixed on the food, Ron shovelled in mouthful after mouthful, scattering crumbs over his blanket as he tried to satisfy his hunger. He barely paused for breath, as if he feared someone might snatch his food away. Once he had cleaned his plate, Ron licked the last traces of jam from his fingers and handed it to Draco, his movements sheepish as he realised just how quickly he had eaten. Draco, still halfway through his own breakfast, arched an eyebrow with quiet amusement and gave a faint smirk as he accepted the plate. He glanced sidelong at Hermione, who continued to eat with deliberate, graceful motions that made his hurried eating stand out even more.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡh9ZVrUBqEt
Ron made a habit of watching Hermione closely, always hoping she wouldn’t notice him staring. He admired her for much more than mere love; he found her completely captivating. In his eyes, she stood as the most beautiful woman in the world, though he admitted his own bias. She carried an almost ethereal presence—an aura that distinguished her from everyone else. Often, she moved with both grace and intent, each gesture so purposeful that Ron struggled to tear his gaze away.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfDRw08SwFL
Ron watched the morning sunlight glinting through Hermione’s hair, copper highlights shimmering as she leaned toward the campfire. Her bright, expressive eyes caught the flickering flames, their warmth undiminished by the cool dawn. When she smiled, her lips curved, uplifting everyone nearby; to Ron, her laughter sounded like a rare, gentle melody full of life. She stood straight and moved with calm confidence, every gesture thoughtful and unhurried. Hermione brushed crumbs from her lap with natural elegance, and Ron found himself captivated by the grace she brought to these simple morning rituals.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTsyE1GQqGH
He noticed every detail with keen awareness—the gentle arch of her brow as she listened, the effortless way she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, and the brief flash of focus in her eyes when she drifted into thought. For Ron, she captivated him as more than just a friend; he saw her as a symbol of resilience and kindness, her beauty shining brighter because of her strength and the warmth she shared with others. Each moment he spent with her felt like a privilege, and he secretly wished she would never catch him watching so intently, fearing she might shatter the delicate magic that made her seem, to him, almost extraordinary.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAh2UD4MJZl
Ron remembered a time when Hermione corrected his homework for the first time. She was sitting beside him at the Gryffindor table, her brow furrowing in concentration as she gently pointed out his mistakes. She wrote with neat, precise handwriting—elegant loops formed each letter perfectly and spaced them evenly. Her corrections contrasted sharply with his hurried, uneven scrawl that sprawled untidily across the page. The stark difference made him feel oddly self-conscious. She moved her quill smoothly, pausing only to smile warmly or to explain in ways that made even the most complicated charms seem easy to grasp.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRXJtDoM5hr
In that moment, Hermione exuded an almost timeless quality—her composed focus and quiet confidence gave the impression that she drew from a different era, as if she belonged among ancient scholars or wise witches from fairy tales rather than the chaos of their present world. She radiated poise and unwavering diligence, setting herself apart from the noise and rush of daily life. To Ron, watching her felt like witnessing something rare and precious—a brief moment of calm in his otherwise turbulent life.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡw3kOfI1Bmz
Hermione stood up and handed her plate to Draco, prompting Ron to snap out of his reverie and look away just in time. Ron asked casually, ‘So, what’s our plan?’ He tidied the campsite, folding both his and Hermione’s blankets with care.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9yHAVvDRCa
Hermione caught the shift in the conversation, brushed the crumbs from her lap, and joined Ron in tidying. ‘Diagon Alley, right?’ she asked calmly.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpd0nAWfn9G
Draco nodded in agreement. ‘We can Apparate there,’ he said calmly, sounding practical. While Hermione and Ron hurried to pack, Draco remained relaxed and composed. He kept his posture poised, watching the others with cool detachment, legs crossed and hands loosely in his lap. A slight, almost unnoticed smile betrayed his quiet amusement at their efforts. Still, he chose to watch rather than help, preferring to remain seated until it was time to act.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡg6SCNImNEy
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Draco leaned forward and fixed Hermione with a steady, unblinking stare. ‘Granger, the Dark Lord shattered the Apparition Wards around the Forbidden Forest so they could enter and exit freely. I doubt your Order has had the chance to rebuild them while being confined to the castle,’ he said, his voice calm yet firm.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXAaDzYxpv2
Hermione pressed her mouth into a firm, determined line, ready to challenge Draco’s reasoning. The morning light played over her face, highlighting her resolve. Rather than debate the wards directly, Hermione shot Draco a sharp, suspicious glare, her narrowed eyes brimming with challenge. ‘So, do you know the safest place for us to Apparate?’ she asked, intending to hold the Slytherin accountable for his statement.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9TekgsChw0
Draco casually shrugged and reflected on their limited choices. He briefly scanned the clearing, narrowing his eyes in calculation. ‘Knockturn Alley is out; it will be teeming with Death Eaters,’ he said firmly, shaking his head. Turning back to them, Draco suggested, ‘We could Apparate to Muggle London and go in through the Leaky Cauldron. Flourish and Blotts is just down the street from there.’44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ05xy6Q86xD
Ron glanced between Hermione and Draco, hesitated, and let out a reluctant sigh. He struggled with his next words, shifting his stance and toeing the soft earth. ‘I hate to admit it, but Malfoy’s idea might be our best option,’ he said, grimacing as he forced himself to agree with Draco.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQQb3TbmFXy
Draco declared, ‘Of course, I’m a prodigy,’ his smug, self-satisfied smile radiating theatrical arrogance. The glint in his pale blue eyes revealed how much he relished the moment; he raised his chin slightly, as if daring anyone to contradict him. 44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIvZThUo0Ly
Ron reacted instantly, clenching his fists tightly, his knuckles whitening as he fought to contain his rising irritation. For a moment, he tensed his posture, the muscles in his jaw working as he battled the urge to wipe that insufferable grin off Draco’s face.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtRd5iUrhmr
Hermione rolled her eyes, her disbelief plain as she scrutinised Draco’s suggestion. She gave a huff, shifted her stance, and crossed her arms, frowning with scepticism. ‘Wouldn’t the Leaky Cauldron also be crowded with Death Eaters?’ she questioned, her tone firm with doubt.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡv5PkPdMHeH
Draco straightened, his smirk fading, and said, ‘Either way, we need to be ready to fight,’ his voice unexpectedly steady. He shrugged casually, but the set of his jaw and the intense look in his pale eyes revealed his full awareness of the danger. He looked from Ron to Hermione, searching their faces for signs of doubt or fear. ‘We don’t know that anyway. Last time I was there, most of them were in Knockturn Alley,’ trying to reassure them, though his eyes flickered with unease.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbg76ivZlIo
Hermione sighed as she conceded that Draco’s plan made the most sense. She tapped her fingers nervously on her arm, irritation flickering despite her best efforts to remain calm. ‘Fine, we’ll go with that when the time comes,’ she said, her voice heavy with reluctance and frustration.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLenAU6I7wj
Draco let out a quiet, contented chuckle as Hermione reluctantly agreed. He wore a confident smirk, his pale blue eyes sparkling with barely concealed amusement. His laughter only intensified Hermione’s irritation; she shot him a sharp glare, narrowing her eyes in clear warning and disapproval.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMO1RcsHcwT
Hermione drew in a deep breath, regained her composure, and straightened, keeping her focus fixed on Draco. ‘So, Malfoy…’ she began, her voice tentative but quickly fading; she shifted her attention to the next issue, determined not to let Draco savour his small victory for long.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOzzwKG95oW
Draco frowned deeply as he looked back at Hermione. He watched her closely, catching the subtle furrow in her brow and the faint tremor in her fingers—clear signs she wrestled with an unspoken thought. Hermione stayed silent, and Draco’s anticipation mounted; he pressed his lips into a thin line and his gaze grew sharper. Finally, unable to contain his curiosity, he tilted his head slightly, ‘Yes, Granger?’ offering both encouragement and a hint of challenge, urging her to reveal what troubled her.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjoqnzHU09m
Hermione locked her unwavering, intense gaze directly on Draco. ‘Can I ask a question?’ she asked carefully.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5puBArQg2N
Hermione’s intense gaze fixed on Draco, and a fleeting flicker of unease crossed his face as he wondered if she might attempt Legilimency. His eyes, usually calm and confident, showed anxious intensity, and he tightened his jaw. He fortified his mental defences instinctively, recalling the Occlumency lessons Snape had drilled into him—he snapped up walls of thought behind his impassive mask. Soon he realised Hermione wasn’t trying to invade his mind—she kept her eyes thoughtful and searching, not predatory—and his tension eased. ‘You just did,’ he said, his voice barely above a murmur. Draco kept his eyes on the flickering flames as he crouched, his knuckles grazing the cool ground as he reached for a thin stick, his hand trembling slightly. Draco casually poked at the glowing embers, sending tiny sparks upward with the stick.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHluTUVAfAf
Hermione grew visibly impatient, her composure slipping as she snapped, ‘No need to be pedantic. ’ She rolled her eyes in evident exasperation and let out a soft huff, trying to maintain her calm. Crossing her arms tightly over her chest, she made no effort to hide her frustration—she tapped her foot impatiently against the forest floor and fixed Draco with an icy glare. She leaned forward, closing the distance between them and leaving Draco with nowhere to retreat, and continued in a firm, urgent tone, ‘I just wanted to ask why you joined You-Know-Who.’44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4wvrLptd0X
Hermione’s bluntness stunned Ron. He raised his eyebrows in surprise, and he opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. When he finally met Draco’s gaze, the Slytherin showed no reaction to the direct question. Draco maintained a carefully neutral expression, keeping his pale features unreadable. He sat perfectly still, his silver-blue eyes calm and steady, betraying no discomfort or defensiveness in the face of Hermione’s challenge—something that would have unsettled someone less accustomed to scrutiny.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOB0b9cotpF
Draco paused and pondered Hermione’s question. After a moment, he finally spoke softly, ‘It wasn’t my choice.’ He set his empty plate on the ground beside his satchel, revealing a trace of fatigue in his posture. With practised ease, Draco raised his wand towards the three plates. ‘Scourgify,’ he murmured, his voice calm. Magic shimmered faintly over the ceramics, smoothly wiping away all food and dirt in a silvery wave. Without glancing at anyone, he quickly tucked the now-clean plates into his bag, moving with precise, deliberate actions as he sought comfort in order and control.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNAWiPpHKsM
Ron and Hermione exchanged shocked glances as they struggled to process Draco’s confession. Hermione stared in disbelief, her eyes wide and lips slightly parted, while Ron clenched his jaw, trying to make sense of what he’d just heard. After a tense pause, Ron broke the silence, scowling at the Slytherin, his voice tinged with bitterness. ‘Everyone has a choice, Malfoy,’ he said, clenching his fists tightly at his sides.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5WT1wI5mzb
Draco fixed Ron with an intense stare, anger smouldering in his eyes. ‘If you think being tied to a chair, tortured, and having the brand forcefully seared on my forearm is a choice, Weasley,’ he snapped, his tone brimming with resentment and a roughness that betrayed old wounds.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGFjX1RZsfx
Ron’s face drained of colour, his freckles standing out sharply against his now pale skin. He shut his eyes and worked his jaw silently, the regret clear in the tightness of his mouth and the lines etched on his forehead. For a moment, he looked as if he might be sick, gripping the leaf-strewn soil for support.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTBulsR134Y
Hermione fixed her wide eyes on Draco, shock etched across her face. She parted her lips in surprise, struggled to find words, and her breath caught in her throat. ‘They did that?’ she whispered, her voice trembling—not with accusation but with empathy and anguish. Her mind raced through memories of their years of enmity and sharp exchanges, but, in that moment, she allowed none of it to matter. Draco’s confession pierced through all grudges and memories, and she felt deep sorrow at his raw humanity. Even after all the hostility she had held towards Draco over the years, she would never have wished such a fate on anyone—even him. Hermione clenched her sleeves tightly in her fists, knuckles whitening as she struggled to comprehend the cruelty Draco had endured, her heart twisting with unexpected compassion.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ89V49pk0M3
Draco shook his head and sighed, burdened by centuries of family loyalty too heavy for someone his age. ‘Everyone in the Malfoy family has been loyal to the Dark Lord since his school days,’ he said, sounding resigned, his voice reflecting a legacy he couldn’t escape. ‘My grandfather, Abraxas, counted himself among the Dark Lord’s closest followers when he attended Hogwarts. Our family treats this as tradition—my father listened to stories of the Dark Lord’s greatness throughout his childhood and joined him as soon as he could.’ He poked at the fire with his stick, his movements restless rather than deliberate, knuckles tight and pale with tension. ‘So, by the time it was my turn, there was no question. I was meant to follow their lead and join him eagerly, just as they had.’ The legacy of absolute loyalty, ingrained in his upbringing, left him lost in a family tradition that offered little hope or room for personal choice.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8ZIMzZiPw6
‘I was different,’ Draco admitted, letting out a hollow, bitter laugh. ‘So, Lucius tried to force some sense into me. If I ever doubted what the Dark Lord was doing…’ His words faltered, his voice dropping to a whisper, and memories momentarily overwhelmed him. Draco’s calm exterior cracked; he gripped the stick in his lap with trembling hands, his knuckles white with tension. ‘Incredibly, I never became immune to the Cruciatus Curse,’ he confessed, his voice wavering. Pain rippled through him, his breath caught, and he curled his shoulders protectively inward, haunted by secret experiences.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgbhGdQwf1u
Hermione’s sympathy stirred her curiosity. She longed to uncover the truth about Draco’s motivations and beliefs. More than anything, she wanted to understand the real Draco Malfoy—the person behind the Slytherin mask he had worn for so many years.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZBRXGZiZsZ
Draco sighed tiredly and tilted his head. ‘As a Malfoy, I was a slave to the Dark Lord even before I was born. Now, I carry this mark on my perfect skin until either I or he dies,’ he said, his voice tinged with bitterness and self-mockery. He instinctively hovered his hand over his forearm, as though trying to shield the cursed mark, his fingers trembling ever so slightly.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡX6n4cYqrEE
Hermione and Ron exchanged surprised glances, each raising an eyebrow at the strength of his emphasis on his skin. Hermione kept her focus on Draco, observing the almost desperate pride he took in his appearance—a fragile shield against the harshness of his reality. Ron pressed his lips into a thin line, torn between scoffing at Draco’s vanity and feeling pity for the pain that twisted his self-image.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFvrOIVD4cp
Draco unexpectedly rolled up his sleeve, revealing a dark, ominous black skull tattoo on his forearm. The ink, so deep, shimmered in the flickering firelight. A serpent emerged from the skull’s open mouth and twisted across his pale skin, its sinuous form menacingly wrapping around his bones. This mark was no ordinary tattoo; it had been branded into his flesh, its edges slightly raised and glowing with a sinister, unnatural sheen. Faint, unhealthy light pulsed from the lines, making it clear that the magic used to create it still lived beneath the surface, ready to respond to its master’s call.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡizD9lwWmuC
The stark image made Ron feel sick; a ghastly green hue crept over his face as he absorbed the grim situation. He quickly clamped his hand over his mouth, his eyes fixed in horror on Draco’s arm as he fought the urge to vomit. The sight of the Dark Mark—the symbol he had feared since childhood—sent a shiver down his spine and tightened his chest with fear.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2zCKueosWX
Hermione instinctively stepped back, her body trembling with fear and disgust. A chill penetrated her bones, as though the Mark’s very presence contaminated the air around them. Memories of stories about Death Eaters and the suffering the mark represented rushed into her mind. Seeing the Dark Mark so close—stark against Draco’s skin—sparked a new fear within her: Voldemort might be able to exploit it to monitor their every move and discover their precise location at any moment. Hermione’s heart pounded as she imagined the Mark acting both as a leash and a signal—a living link to the darkness they desperately sought to escape.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrbnR3PT6ZD
Draco stared at the Dark Mark on his arm as the sinister tattoo writhed beneath his pale skin, pulsing with malicious intent. Pain and disgust contorted his face; he tensed every muscle while the mark swelled and its edges glowed with an unnatural, sickly light. The pain struck him—sudden and intense, as if scorching blades sliced into his flesh, each thrust sending fresh waves of agony across his nerves. He caught his breath, clenched his jaw until veins stood out along his neck, and unshed tears filled his eyes. 44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpCK30jgy2j
He tried to steady himself, but the pain sharpened, sinking deeper with each heartbeat. The agony went beyond the physical; the Dark Lord’s will pressed heavily on his soul, demanding obedience and punishing any resistance. Draco’s hand trembled uncontrollably, and his knuckles turned white as he fought the urge to cry out. He bit his lip so hard that blood welled up, its coppery taste mixing with the bitter flavour of fear. The pain struck with silent precision—his whole body shuddered, and he hunched his shoulders as he tried to hide the mark, yearning for relief that never came.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIAp0z8p8Do
Draco found relief only when he surrendered. Harsh experience had taught him that ignoring the summons only intensified his suffering, with each minute stretching into an eternity of pain. The torment actively sought to break him and force his submission. The relentless force of it steadily wore down his resolve. Each time the mark burned, it reminded him of his captivity—Voldemort’s will magically leashed him, stripping away his freedom and branding him as property. The pain overwhelmed him so entirely that it blurred his perception of reality, leaving him gasping for breath and seeing spots of light.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5DH691IT97
Snape strode purposefully into the clearing and, without a moment’s hesitation, drew his wand, aiming it at Draco’s exposed arm, where the Dark Mark stood out starkly against his pale skin. He whispered, ‘Ingorio.’ A cool, silvery light spilt from his wand, gently enveloping Draco’s forearm and encasing the cursed mark in a mist-like glow. The mark pulsed for a moment beneath Draco’s skin, then the angry red and bruised blackness softened as the pain diminished. The Potions Master knelt beside Draco, his empathy unmistakable as he watched for signs of relief. His frown relaxed slightly as Draco’s pain subsided.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5KZ9oih3qb
Draco drew a deep, calming breath as the pain from the Dark Mark faded, his entire body trembling as he gradually regained control of his senses. The intense anguish that had twisted his features only moments before diminished, giving way to a profound, almost palpable relief that left his limbs heavy and his mind briefly blank. Sweat glistened faintly on his forehead, and his chest rose and fell in shuddering breaths as he worked to steady himself, the echoes of torment still flickering at the periphery of his mind. For a moment, he closed his eyes, savouring the absence of pain as if it were a rare treasure. The tightness left his jaw, and his fists slowly unclenched as the tension in his body ebbed away.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqPkR2PHWaf
Draco gave Snape a small but sincere smile. He nodded silently in thanks, parted his lips to speak, but paused to savour the relief, letting the cool air soothe the curse’s burn. ‘You really need to teach me that spell,’ Draco said, his voice hoarse yet earnest. He shakily ran a hand through his hair, his pale fingers lingering at his robe sleeve before he pulled it down to hide the mark, trying to conceal both the scar and his shame.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHxzJ0gu4c9
Snape explained, his tone steady and composed, ‘It is quite straightforward,’ as he expertly demonstrated the technique. He gripped his wand with practised skill and flicked it quickly and intentionally to the left, executing a sharp, precise gesture that seemed to slice through unseen threads in the air. Then, he swept his wand in a broad, counterclockwise circle, his movements fluid and graceful. He said clearly, ‘The incantation is “Ingorio”,’ and he emphasised each syllable deliberately to ensure no one misunderstood. He added, ‘It relieves pain, but only from cursed marks,’ and he glanced meaningfully at Draco’s forearm before turning to Hermione and Ron, making the spell’s specific purpose clear.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuw0QVXBESz
Hermione gently ran her fingers over her bandaged arm, tracing the scar where Bellatrix Lestrange had carved the word “Mudblood” into her skin. The angry, jagged letters still burned beneath her touch, serving as a cruel reminder of the hatred she had faced at Malfoy Manor. Each time she touched the scar, vivid memories surged through her—a flash of Bellatrix’s wild eyes, the crushing weight of despair, and the searing pain of the knife as it bit deeply, marking her inside and out.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡw9EMtH320E
She considered whether Snape’s spell might also relieve her wound—if the gentle, silvery magic that comforted Draco could soothe the pain in her arm. The possibility comforted her, yet unsettled her, stirring both hope and fear. She glanced at Snape across the clearing and searched his face for an answer, her breath hitching. Snape met her gaze, his expression inscrutable, but he gave a slight, subtle nod.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnaQfVStBel
Hermione exhaled shakily, letting her shoulders relax as hope sparked within her. For the first time since that dreadful night, she dared to imagine bringing some relief to the cursed wound that had tormented her physically and emotionally during and since her captivity. Hermione gripped her wand and readied herself to attempt the “Ingorio” spell. She steadied the trembling tip of her wand, her anticipation clear.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡozvVkqP09L
Before Hermione could utter the incantation, birds shot from their branches overhead, their alarmed cries piercing the early morning quiet. Wings flapped frantically against the crisp dawn air, scattering leaves and shattering the stillness with their desperate energy. Hermione quickly furrowed her brows in worry and scanned the trees, trying to discover what had startled the wildlife.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡU2YTQLHm6Q
Snape immediately sharpened his senses and shifted his stance, listening intently to the quiet clearing. He narrowed his eyes, dark and vigilant, and searched the treeline for any sign of movement, alert to every rustle or snap of a twig. ‘We need to leave,’ he said, sweeping his urgent gaze over each of them. His usually impassive face transformed into a look of steely resolve, lips pressed tight and jaw clenched, making it clear that hesitation was not an option. ‘Now,’ he commanded, his tone firm and decisive—leaving no room for argument or doubt.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡD3Rb8h7sy9
The trio sprang into action at his command, each person hastily collecting their belongings. Hermione packed spare books and potions into her beaded bag, her fingers trembling with anxiety. Ron gripped his wand so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and Draco wrapped his cloak around himself, his eyes darting nervously between the trees. As they got ready to leave, alarmed birds continued to fill the air with their calls.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNWPZHPAgF7
Snape strode swiftly towards the trees and drew his wand with a decisive motion. Pressing it firmly against the back of his hand, he muttered a spell. Instantly, six bright red dots flared to life on his knuckles, glowing intensely and silently signalling the approaching danger. ‘Go now!’ Snape shouted and, without hesitating, he strode to the campfire and flicked his wand to snuff out the flames. After erasing all traces of their presence, Snape lingered briefly in the clearing as he readied himself to follow his charges into the uncertain safety of the woods.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrWTRJZe5Z4
Urgent shouts rang out from the trees, their harsh voices shattering the tense silence, and the four companions froze at the sound. Hermione seized her wand and tugged at the drawstrings of her beaded bag, her trembling fingers betraying her nerves. Hermione rushed to Draco and Ron, who had already readied themselves to flee. Draco tightened his jaw and widened his eyes as he stared into the treeline, uncertainty and fear etched across his face. He gripped his wand in one hand and clutched his satchel on his shoulder with the other. Ron matched Draco’s tension, whitening his knuckles around his wand and setting his face in a tight, worried expression.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnCnuh3SHfQ
Hermione and Ron turned, sprinting as fast as they could and slipping into the trees. They crushed leaves and moss beneath their quick, muffled footsteps, propelled by a primal urge to survive. Shadows swallowed them swiftly, their figures flickering and fading among the dense undergrowth and towering trunks. Draco briefly paused, a flicker of hesitation crossing his face as he cast one last glance back at the clearing. Worry filled his blue eyes as he battled between fleeing and helping the man who had guided and shielded them so far. ‘Snape!’ he shouted, his voice tense with anxiety. For a moment, Draco lingered at the edge of the trees, reluctant to abandon his mentor to the approaching danger.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsdNCYNxtgN
Snape snapped urgently, ‘Go! I’ll hold them off!’ His voice was low but commanding as he looked back at the escaping trio. He didn’t wait for objections; he quickly raised his wand and cast a Disillusionment Charm on himself. Within moments, the flickering, dappled light of the clearing concealed Snape as he blended into the surroundings.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9TDLAxmJRj
Six shadowy figures marched purposefully from the treeline moments later, entering the space where Snape and the trio had just stood. They moved with military precision, their dark robes fluttering as their boots crunched on the fallen leaves. As they advanced with wands at the ready, they scanned the clearing for any sign of their targets.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVAot97JIXr
Draco understood at once and darted behind the trees, his heart thudding wildly. Branches scraped his arms as he plunged deeper into the shadows, his steps muffled by the thick carpet of fallen leaves. While he ran, a Death Eater behind him suddenly barked, ‘Don’t let him escape!’ The shout echoed through the forest, sending a fresh surge of panic through Draco as a Death Eater pursued him. Suddenly, the Death Eater caught his foot on an exposed, dew-slick root. With a startled cry, he stumbled and crashed violently into tangled brambles and moss. The snap of twigs and a muffled curse shattered the silence, halting his pursuit and allowing Draco a precious moment to slip further into the dense woods.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrDr6xiSwEb
Snape stepped out at the edge of the clearing, advancing with measured, purposeful strides. He held his wand steady, unwavering in his focus, the tip aimed directly at the group of ominous figures beneath the canopy of trees. Snape’s sharp, calculating eyes scrutinised each masked face. 44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡd09JBePVK3
Suddenly, one of the Death Eaters broke formation and, with deliberate ease, lowered his mask, revealing the aristocratic features of Lucius Malfoy. He wore a cold, guarded expression, his sharp blue eyes gleaming with suspicion and contempt. ‘Lucius,’ Snape said briefly, his tone clipped and formal.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9toxhhDQMG
Lucius fixed Snape with a look of evident disdain, curling his lips into a cold sneer as he aimed his wand with practised finesse. Standing stiff yet composed, he moved with intention, radiating the icy confidence of someone accustomed to dominance and cruelty. The tension in his jaw revealed underlying resentment, yet his aristocratic features remained as inscrutable as marble. Lucius stated, his voice dripping with scorn, ‘Severus Snape turned traitor.’ He darted his piercing blue eyes cautiously toward the shadowed trees where he had briefly seen Draco’s figure before he disappeared. For a moment, his expression tightened with betrayal and parental anger, but he swiftly concealed it behind his usual calm composure. Lucius remained alert, deliberately shifting his stance and circling Snape with the skilled grace of a veteran duellist. He kept his voice calm as he demanded, ‘Explain this, Severus. How is it that the brat I once called “son” is still alive?’44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWFYx1NgKfl
Snape shrugged with deliberate nonchalance, maintaining an unhurried and composed manner as five wands pointed at him from all sides. He locked eyes with Lucius, holding his gaze with a steady, unwavering stare and letting a faint sardonic smile curl his lips. ‘I guess miracles do happen, Lucius,’ he said smoothly, his voice low and velvety, each word coolly detached despite the danger. His face showed no trace of fear, and he kept his tone eerily calm, which sharply contrasted with the mounting menace as the Death Eaters closed in around him. Their eyes gleamed with anticipation and barely concealed hostility, watching Snape for any sign of weakness or panic—yet he revealed none.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ76Krd1L42N
Lucius fixed his cold gaze on Snape and swiftly took in every detail. For a moment, his lips twitched into a humourless, mocking smile. ‘Ah, I see,’ he said calmly, letting realisation settle as the truth emerged, his voice deceptively casual but edged with icy calculation. His pale, unwavering eyes narrowed slightly, revealing the ruthless determination that defined him. He added, ‘I did wonder where Narcissa was,’ speaking with a cold, almost dismissive cruelty. Lucius stiffened his stance and raised his wand slightly, presenting a silent threat between himself and Snape. He sneered and spat, ‘It looks like I still have a brat to kill,’ with venom and bitterness thick in his voice.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGd0UMZ6sqz
Snape narrowed his eyes. ‘You won’t touch him!’ he shouted, his voice brimming with protective anger. Without hesitation, he moved swiftly and aimed his wand at Lucius. A bright purple beam shot from his wand and struck Lucius squarely in the chest. It knocked him back with tremendous force; shock twisted his pale face as he was flung against the trunk of an ancient oak. He gasped, breathless from the impact, his eyes sliding shut, and he slumped to the forest floor. He remained motionless, propped against the mossy roots, unconscious, while his wand slipped silently among the leaves.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUk7k6Zfn7Q
The other Death Eaters erupted into chaos, launching a barrage of spells at Snape. Some spells narrowly missed Snape’s head and exploded against tree trunks, showering the forest floor with bark and embers. Snape remained calm and responded swiftly. He moved quickly and precisely, choosing each counter-curse with care. The fierce battle filled the air with magical energy as spells collided and ricocheted, sending shockwaves that shook branches and kicked up leaves. Snape displayed his exceptional skill, even while outnumbered, as he swiftly dispatched two of the five remaining Death Eaters. He expertly flicked his wand and sent a fiery jet streaking across the clearing, striking the first enemy squarely in the chest. The masked figure flailed, stumbled backwards, and crashed among the churned leaves. Without missing a beat, Snape spun and unleashed a spiralling ribbon of blue energy at a second attacker. The Death Eater’s shield flickered and failed; the spell knocked him off balance, and he landed heavily on the ground, lying still except for the faint rise and fall of his chest.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuvWRdyHpvl
The fight reached a critical moment as Snape, focused on his attack, left himself open to a counter. The third Death Eater, who had chased after Draco, seized the opportunity. He lunged forward and landed a sharp punch squarely on the back of Snape’s knee. The blow struck with pinpoint accuracy, making Snape stumble. His wand arm faltered, and he toppled onto the cold, leaf-strewn ground.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡslj4ckw4Nm
The Death Eater lurched upright and gripped his wand, readying himself for the next attack. The two remaining foes flanked him, moving sharply and purposefully. The taller of the two, her stance confident and theatrical, strode into the open, her boots crunching loudly on brittle twigs. She halted just inches from Snape, her commanding presence dominating the space between them. She slowly and deliberately raised her gloved fingers to the edge of her mask. With a swift yet exaggerated motion, she whipped off the mask, unveiling a wild cascade of black curls that framed her angular face. Bellatrix Lestrange’s untamed hair seemed to crackle with energy, matching the madness in her wide, intense eyes.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOJKah254bT
Bellatrix locked her manic gaze onto Snape, and a crooked smile twisted her lips. ‘Such a shame, Sevvy,’ she murmured, her voice a venomous caress, each syllable laced with mockery and unhinged delight. Without warning, she pressed herself against him and trailed her fingers lightly along his jaw. Eyes blazing with malicious glee, she provocatively ran her tongue along Snape’s cheek, turning the gesture into both a taunt and a violation. She aimed to disturb the gathered Death Eaters as much as she meant to unsettle Snape, her cruel amusement radiating from every wild flicker in her eyes.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFLqYg5cJMA
Snape twisted his face in pure disgust and curled his lips as he firmly shoved Bellatrix away. He struck her shoulder with calculated force, making her stumble backwards. Undeterred, Bellatrix threw her head back and released her characteristic manic laugh. She swept her frayed robes behind her with a joyful flourish and strode across the clearing to Lucius, who slumped against the old oak. She took each step with an exaggerated, dancer-like grace, crushing dry twigs and leaves beneath her boots. Then, with a swift, seemingly careless motion, she revived Lucius, her lips twitching in excitement as he gasped for breath.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZWAxBUTDav
Lucius groaned in pain as he rose, clutching his bruised ribs with a trembling hand. He twisted his pale, furious face into a vicious scowl, fixing Snape with a chilling glare. He strode slowly and deliberately towards Snape. Lucius sneered, his voice low and venomous, ‘Good show, Snape, but it was not enough.’ He lifted his wand and aimed it straight at Snape’s chest. ‘Now, tell me, was Draco with anyone else?’ he asked sharply. As he posed the question, he attempted Legilimency, determined to pry answers from Snape’s mind. The magical effort pressed quietly and sinisterly between them—Lucius focused intently, brows furrowed with frustration. Yet Snape kept his face emotionless, defending his mind with years of discipline. Lucius failed to sense anything; Snape’s mental defences stood as an unbreakable wall. No memory or secret emerged. Lucius’s frustration grew as his wand hand tightened until his knuckles turned white, realising Snape would not yield any information, leaving the mystery unresolved.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEHgOBm89od
Snape met Lucius’s angry gaze and allowed a calm smile to curl his lips subtly. He murmured, ‘Albus has won…’, his tone steady and composed despite the looming danger. He straightened his posture and reclaimed a hint of dignity. ‘My conscience is clear,’ Snape stated firmly, his voice calm and resolute. He drew a final, steady breath—the sound nearly silent in the quiet—while his face smoothed into peaceful acceptance. He let his eyelids flutter shut, surrendering to his fate with no fear, only a sense of closure radiating from his still figure.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVJqgGnWjUI
Intense anger shook Lucius; he stiffened, clenching his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned pale. He clenched his jaw, veins standing out on his neck as he fixed Snape with a look of shock and fury. ‘What do you mean?’ he demanded, his voice raw with a nearly desperate rage.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2p7AbmcWM8
Snape held his silence, his expression giving nothing away. Then, in a display that bordered on defiance even as Lucius fumed, he slowly and deliberately began to hum a familiar tune—a melody Albus Dumbledore would often sing softly during long winter nights at Hogwarts. The understated, confident notes drifted through the clearing, serving as a subtle act of defiance. With each hum, Snape seemed to mock Lucius, fuelling his growing rage. Dumbledore’s haunting melody twisted the atmosphere into a form of psychological warfare, making Lucius feel the old headmaster’s presence still lingering, taunting him through Snape’s composure.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtrZCmoMr69
Snape’s silence and Dumbledore’s taunting melody drove Lucius to the edge. ‘Avada Kedavra!’ he roared, his voice trembling with fury. 44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlgLNZPzA96
The unforgivable curse struck Snape directly in the chest with brutal force. He landed on the cold, leaf-strewn ground, a faint smile lingering on his lips—reflecting not fear, but quiet acceptance and peace.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZWwIqKe0q1
As the curse’s last echoes faded and Snape’s body lay motionless on the cold ground, a stunned silence swept over the dark-clad figures. Some shifted unsteadily, and others exchanged cautious glances. One of the Death Eaters said softly, ‘You shouldn’t have killed him, Lucius,’ his voice filled with shock as he stepped slightly back, putting some distance between himself and Lucius. He added in a shaky tone, his eyes falling on Snape’s lifeless form, ‘There are other ways to get information—’44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡawLxUZCJpc
Lucius, visibly agitated, shouted, ‘I know!’ and shook his head in frustration. Clearly disturbed by recent events, he said, ‘I will report to the Dark Lord,’ hesitating at the idea of admitting failure. The thought terrified him, and his voice faltered while he imagined Voldemort’s reaction. 44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQmlEbUpeXX
Lucius moved cautiously towards the trees where he had last seen Draco, eager to discover his whereabouts. Shadows flickered across his tense face, his silver-blonde hair, damp and tangled, clung to his brow, and he narrowed his eyes, scanning the gloom for any sign of movement. He abruptly spun to face his five companions, standing firm and radiating command. He demanded sharply, ‘Did any of you see anyone else with Draco?’ Lucius’s eyes swept over the masked figures, probing for any hint of knowledge, desperate for a clue to unravel the mystery.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFC7tePVLv9
Bellatrix answered in her usual high-pitched, childish voice, a sly smile curling across her lips. ‘I saw a girl.’ Mischief sparkled in her eyes, and amusement danced at the corners of her mouth.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoRwvvJWgK4
Still seeking answers, Lucius fixed his intense gaze on Bellatrix and narrowed his eyes. He closed the distance between them in a slow, deliberate manner, moving with the silent precision of a predator across the damp ground. Suddenly, he reached out with purpose and gripped Bellatrix’s chin firmly, his cold fingers unyielding against her skin. ‘Did you see what she looked like?’ he asked, his voice low but urgent, saturated with frustration.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3F8GKGmC1x
Bellatrix glared at Lucius with intense irritation and defiance flickering in her dark eyes. She abruptly broke free from his grip and lifted her chin. ‘No,’ she shot back, her voice sharp. She taunted Lucius with her gaze, daring him to challenge her further, then quickly turned her attention back to the task. ‘But if we find Draco, we will find her.’ Bellatrix did not wait for Lucius’s response; she strode past him with purposeful steps. She narrowed her eyes and scanned the forest floor, searching for signs that might reveal where Draco and the girl were going.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbdr4PhIRJv
Frustration overwhelmed Lucius as he clenched his jaw, and his eyes flashed with intense anger. Trembling fists at his sides, he shouted, ‘I want them found!’ The four masked figures responded swiftly to his command. Moving in a coordinated sequence, they vanished with soft cracks of Apparition.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4Fy4ahvAU4
Bellatrix fixed her gaze on Lucius, curiosity and impatience sharpening her eyes. Tilting her head slightly, she let a sly, challenging smile curl her lips. ‘What’s our plan, Lucy?’ she asked, deliberately teasing and using the nickname that always irritated Lucius.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAOd51WzIH6
Bellatrix’s use of his hated nickname made Lucius clench his jaw. He narrowed his eyes, which glinted with grim resolve. For a fleeting moment, Lucius drew shallow, uneven breaths before forcing himself to inhale deliberately and regain his composure. He made a quick, decisive gesture and declared in a sharp, determined voice, ‘We will go to the Ministry.’ Before Bellatrix could reply, Lucius spun on his heel and Disapparated with a crack.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ84fTgNKDnx
Bellatrix sighed tiredly and surveyed the clearing once more, meticulously scanning every shadow and tangled bramble for even the faintest hint of a clue. Suddenly, she fixed her gaze on something glinting beneath a low tangle of ferns—a faint flash of pale green, partly hidden by the undergrowth. Her heart fluttered briefly, and she moved swiftly and deliberately. She knelt, pushed aside a curled leaf, and carefully lifted the object from the mossy ground. The small item, cool and smooth in her fingers, was a green-tinted pebble marbled with subtle veins of white and silver. Bellatrix turned the pebble in her hand, examining it closely. It was a familiar keepsake from Draco’s childhood, part of the collection he had carefully gathered during his walks by the Manor’s lake. For a moment, her expression softened; curiosity and nostalgia briefly flickered across her face. ‘Interesting,’ she whispered, almost inaudibly, while looking at the worn edges of the keepsake and recalling Draco’s youthful joy in his treasured stones. Yet as hope momentarily lit her face, it vanished just as quickly. Although the pebble meant a great deal to Draco, it offered no clues about his current whereabouts or the girl with him. Disappointment pulled down Bellatrix’s shoulders, and her grip on the stone loosened as she realised she was no closer to finding them.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡihZu6Tomkw
Bellatrix swept her sharp gaze across the clearing and fixed it on Severus Snape’s unmoving body, stretched out among the dew-covered grass. She broke into a broad, satisfied smile, baring her white teeth in unmistakeable triumph. Drawing a deep breath, she relished the surge of confidence that Snape’s death brought her. She advanced and crouched gracefully beside his body. Deliberately, she hovered her fingertips over Snape’s dark cloak and methodically searched his pockets and folds, moving slowly and carefully as she hunted for anything—notes, tokens, wands—that might reveal Draco’s whereabouts or the mysterious girl’s identity.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwgEy2Fwzxa
Bellatrix’s quick fingers darted through Snape’s empty pockets and closed around the cold, firm surface of his wand, but her excitement quickly faded. Frustration knitted her brow and tightened her lips as irritation simmered within her. She examined every detail: the torn hem of his robes, the lifeless stillness of his pale hand, and the faint bloodstain beneath his hair, searching for anything she might have missed. Yet she found nothing—no secret note, no dropped object, and not even a trace of recent magic to guide her.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡY5xhxu87Pv
Bellatrix huffed with disappointment and straightened swiftly, her movements impatient. She glared at Snape’s body, her dark eyes sparkling with danger and her nostrils flaring in frustration. Hope and irritation mingled on her face—she had felt certain but had discovered nothing. Refusing to let the setback affect her, she shook it off, squared her shoulders, and clenched her jaw with renewed resolve. She gathered her strength, spun around, and cast a final, disdainful glance at the scene before she Disapparated. She headed directly for the grand halls of the Ministry of Magic, intent on meeting Lucius and continuing their relentless pursuit.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHR2eKoKsGL
Harry quietly sat by Frodo’s window and watched as the soft morning light filtered through the glass. Golden rays danced across the smooth wooden floor, drawing attention to dust motes that floated lazily in the air. He looked out at Rivendell’s lush gardens, where the sunlight made dew-covered leaves glisten, and the gentle sound of a nearby waterfall created a calming melody throughout the peaceful room. Gandalf settled himself beside Frodo’s bed. He draped his robe around his sturdy frame and showed concern on his wise, weathered face. Gandalf patiently watched Frodo, waiting for any sign of him waking. Harry had spent six days in Rivendell, yet Frodo still showed no sign of waking. Every morning, Harry watched over him, searching for any indication of returning consciousness—a flutter of his eyelids or a twitch of his fingers.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpC8KVtJIs2
Elrond exuded confident optimism about Frodo’s recovery, standing tall at the bedside with a calm expression and a posture that radiated centuries of wisdom and certainty. In contrast, Gandalf betrayed his underlying worry through his body language and subtle sighs; he furrowed his brow, stooped slightly with age, twisted his grey beard, and tapped his fingers nervously.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHrx4hGdEQq
‘Do you think he’ll wake, Gandalf?’ Harry asked softly, his eyes fixed on Frodo’s still form. Harry stood up from his chair and walked across the sunlit room towards the tall bookcase stretching along the far wall. Crafted from silvery mallorn wood and adorned with delicate leaf patterns, the bookcase displayed books bound in rich forest-green and deep sapphire leather. Elegant, flowing Elvish script embossed each spine, but Harry could not decipher their meaning. He ran a finger along the nearest row, feeling the smooth covers and the faint dust that had settled on volumes untouched for centuries. Although Harry felt a pang of frustration at his inability to read the mysterious titles, browsing the collection brought him small comfort. It offered a welcome distraction from the tense silence. On the other side of the carved shelves, Rivendell’s quiet stillness endured; the Elves, graceful and reserved, mostly kept to themselves.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMQZBumuvUW
Gandalf fixed his blue eyes on Frodo, openly displaying tension and guarded optimism. He clenched the armrest with his usually steady hands, his knuckles turning white as he leaned forward and barely dared to breathe. ‘Yes, any moment now,’ he whispered, his voice trembling with anticipation.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6edAjDWbmy
Frodo suddenly groaned softly, shattering the quiet in the chamber. Startled and heart pounding, Harry left his spot by the bookcase and crossed the rug in two quick strides. Surprise and relief widened his eyes as he reached Frodo’s bedside, barely able to believe what he saw. The Hobbit’s eyelids fluttered, his lashes trembling as colour gradually returned to his pale face.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡl4WKGX3hQd
Frodo awoke slowly, and the world came gradually into focus. Golden sunlight streamed through the intricate latticework, casting dancing shadows across the ceiling. At first, the rustling leaves outside, the faint scent of fir mingled with pipe smoke, and the distant murmur of a waterfall beyond the open window all felt distant and dreamlike. Confusion clouded his mind, and his heart pounded while he tried to recall what had happened. The unfamiliar surroundings, so unlike the comfort of the Shire, filled him with sudden fear. He blinked several times, taking in the ornate carvings on the headboard and the silky sheets beneath him. Panic flickered in his wide blue eyes, and at last, he managed to speak, his voice trembling as he asked, ‘Where am I?’44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡq1V4w1SZjM
Gandalf leaned forward and spoke in a steady, soothing voice. ‘You are in the House of Elrond, and it is ten o’clock in the morning on October the 24th, if you want to know,’ he said warmly. He let a reassuring smile appear beneath his bushy beard as he looked at the Hobbit, who lay vulnerable but safe under the silky sheets. Comforted by Gandalf’s presence and voice, Frodo let out a tired groan, closed his eyes again, and allowed relief and lingering fear to overtake him, slipping back into sleep softly.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyEjiXZgq1v
Harry crossed the sunlit chamber, his steps quieted by the thick Elven rug beneath his feet. He reached the tall window and opened the curtains wider, allowing an even greater stream of sunlight to pour into the room. Harry faced the bed, concern clear on his face. In a soft, tentative voice, he asked, ‘Is he okay?’ Gandalf, still sitting in his chair beside Frodo, met Harry’s gaze with his wise blue eyes. He gave a quiet, reassuring nod, his mouth curving gently.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqP3QTisaTV
Frodo slowly opened his eyes again, his awareness sharpened, and he focused on his companions nearby. Gandalf sat in a high-backed chair close to the bed, and Harry stood next to him, observing Frodo with hope and worry in his sharp green eyes. Frodo saw Gandalf, and relief swept over him. He mustered his strength to call out, ‘Gandalf!’44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLJvcNIWX15
Gandalf puffed softly on his pipe, fragrant smoke curling up to the ceiling. The old wizard leaned closer to Frodo, his weathered face softened by a tender smile, and his eyes shone with quiet affection and relief. ‘Yes, I’m here,’ he said warmly, fixing his gaze on Frodo. ‘And you are lucky to be here too. A few more hours and you would have been beyond our aid,’ he said softly yet firmly, emphasising the seriousness of Frodo’s ordeal. Gandalf reached out in a paternal, affectionate manner and gently patted Frodo’s head, letting his hand rest on Frodo’s tousled hair. ‘But you have some strength in you, my dear Hobbit,’ Gandalf said, his tone filled with mild astonishment.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTK5sWxDWOq
Frodo pulled himself upright in his bed, worry plain on his face as he gazed at Gandalf. He gathered the silk duvet at his waist and gripped the sheets tightly, his knuckles turning pale against the fabric. His wide blue eyes, etched with exhaustion and fear, fixed on Gandalf, searching for reassurance. His chest rose and fell in shallow breaths, lingering anxiety making each breath quick as he replayed recent events. The carved wooden headboard pressed against his back, offering little comfort against the uncertainty that troubled his mind. Still shaken, Frodo looked at the wizard and asked in a trembling voice, ‘What happened, Gandalf? Why didn’t you meet us?’44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvIFOfWZctf
Gandalf gazed out the window, his face growing distant. ‘I am sorry, Frodo,’ he whispered, each word heavy with unspoken sorrow. He avoided Frodo’s gaze, nervously letting his eyes drift to the peaceful gardens outside. Almost reluctantly, he added, ‘I was delayed.’44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeoYflYMSZX
Harry furrowed his brow in concern as he looked at Gandalf. ‘I hope I wasn’t the cause,’ he murmured, uncertainty in his voice. He searched Gandalf’s eyes with his green ones, seeking reassurance and wrestling with unspoken guilt, while he instinctively gripped the windowsill to steady himself.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡimpWcvXuSX
Gandalf focused on Harry and leaned forward, steadying himself with the carved arms of his stately chair. ‘No, Harry, you arrived after the events in question,’ he explained calmly but firmly. ‘We planned to meet you along the way, but unforeseen problems prevented me from joining you as scheduled.’ Gandalf maintained a gentle approach, letting the lines of concern on his face soften as he offered enough detail to ease Harry’s worries. Yet, he kept his gaze guarded, as if shielding heavier secrets.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4st6rE9aeW
Harry shifted uneasily, his posture tense as he looked at Gandalf with uncertainty. Inside, he struggled to find the right words, his lips parting briefly before pressing together again as doubt wrestled with his desire for answers. At last, he spoke in a soft, hesitant voice, as if he feared breaking an unspoken rule or disturbing the fragile peace, ‘I meant to ask… what happened to…’ his sentence trailed off unfinished as he faltered, caught between curiosity and caution. Harry struggled to voice his question, glancing at Frodo, who watched him with gentle curiosity in his tired eyes. The warning not to speak about the future—especially in front of people who shouldn’t know—loomed over him, silently reminding him to stay quiet. With Gandalf sitting so close to Frodo’s bed, Harry felt exposed, and privacy seemed unattainable. Uncertainty pressed on him, tightening his chest and filling him with both frustration and unease. He longed to ask about Ron and Hermione, to learn if they were safe, but he forced himself to remain silent.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhyHpu6Wzh9
Gandalf gave Harry a gentle smile and turned towards him. He met Harry’s anxious gaze. ‘They are fine,’ he said, his voice calm and reassuring. 44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPkidIJGrm9
Harry exhaled softly, tension visibly leaving his shoulders as relief washed over him. With a slight, grateful nod, Harry’s mouth twitched into a faint smile. Although Gandalf’s words soothed his immediate fears, unanswered questions continued to stir in Harry’s mind.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpfBqsQ5V6E
A joyful, loud voice suddenly echoed from the doorway. ‘Frodo! Frodo! Bless you, you’re awake!’ Samwise Gamgee stood in the doorway, emotion flushing his round face and unspoken tears of relief shining in his eyes. Sam did not hesitate—he rushed to Frodo’s bedside, his quick, light steps echoing across the polished wooden floor.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyVwPimMDOa
Harry had formally met the other three Hobbits—Sam, Merry, and Pippin—when they arrived with a mysterious Ranger. They called him “Strider”, and he filled the doorway with his tall, weathered figure and watchful gaze, even when he remained silently apart. Strider wore a travel-worn cloak and well-used boots, revealing he had travelled countless miles through wild places, and his keen blue eyes flickered with caution and hidden warmth. Harry did not speak much with him before Strider slipped away again, disappearing as quietly as he had appeared. Since then, Strider had not appeared again for several days, and Harry often found his thoughts drifting to the mysterious figure who moved like a shadow, ever present in the minds of the Hobbits but just out of reach in Rivendell’s peaceful surroundings.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCZsDRqqJaJ
Gandalf gave Frodo a gentle smile. ‘Sam has hardly left your side,’ he said softly, expressing affection. He watched the two Hobbits, his eyes shining as his gaze settled on Sam, who sat devotedly by Frodo’s bed with his hands clasped nervously yet tenderly on the covers, as if his presence alone could shield his friend from harm.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0la7YISCsA
Sam said softly, ‘We were worried about you, weren’t we, Mr Gandalf?’ He kept his gaze fixed on Frodo, his eyes shining with concern and relief. A broad smile spread across his round, weathered face, creasing his cheeks and making his eyes sparkle warmly.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkMJsn8urRg
Gandalf gave a reassuring nod as he said softly, ‘Thanks to the healing skills of Lord Elrond, you are starting to recover.’44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡF5kxqKsqJp
Lord Elrond entered the room then, as if summoned, bringing with him a calm, noble presence as he walked to Frodo’s bedside. Elrond observed Frodo with sharp blue eyes and bowed his head slightly, greeting him with warmth and formality, ‘Welcome to Rivendell, Frodo Baggins.’ Frodo pushed himself up in bed and gazed at Elrond in awe. The reality of where he was and Elrond’s significance rendered him briefly speechless. Elrond spoke softly, ‘You have found your way to the last homely house east of the sea. The Elves of Imladris have dwelt within this valley for 3000 years, though few of my kin now remain.’44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡP6ygLF5Kmj
Harry and Sam gently supported Frodo as he nodded quietly and rose from his bed. He leaned on them, his subtle frailty clear as he slowly walked to the window. He reached the broad stone sill and steadied himself against the frame, his hands trembling slightly. His eyes widened in awe, and a soft smile alighted on his lips as he took in Rivendell. Sunlight streamed through the tall, arched windows, bathing him in a warm, golden glow and highlighting the intricate carvings of leaves and vines on the stonework. Frodo gazed outward and took in a breathtaking view: Rivendell’s valley stretched below him like a vibrant tapestry, with emerald meadows dotted with wildflowers and groves of silvery-barked trees. Clear streams caught the sunlight and wove their way through the lush landscape, while distant waterfalls sent veils of sparkling mist into the air. The gentle hum of life filled the atmosphere—Elves walked along garden paths, laughter echoed faintly, and the wind carried ancient songs softly through the valley.
A/N: So, what did you all think? It’s getting serious XD
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