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Hermione, Ron, and Draco appeared in a narrow, dim alley beside the Leaky Cauldron in Muggle London. Cool, brisk air greeted them, and distant city noises drifted in faintly, yet a hush settled over the alley, broken only by the soft sound of their footsteps on worn cobblestones. Hermione faltered slightly at the impact of their arrival; her chest rose and fell as she steadied herself. Ron quickly reached out, placing a hand near her elbow to help her keep her balance. Draco leaned against the mossy brick wall, closed his eyes for a moment, and drew a deep breath to recover from the dizzying journey. The three stood together, moving cautiously and exchanging anxious glances, their uncertainty mirrored in their careful actions as the alley formed a quiet divide between the familiar Wizarding World and the lively, indifferent city beyond.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjbnu5ro3T1
Ron kept a nervous eye on the alley’s entrance and whispered anxiously, ‘Snape… do you think he made it?’ as he edged closer to the peeling brick wall and tried to get a better look. He cautiously peered around the corner, his breath turning into clouds in the cold morning air. The narrow exit led straight to the busy London street—black cabs sped by, early commuters wove through the crowd, and street vendors shouted in sharp Cockney accents. Ron’s eyes flicked from face to face, searching for any sign that Snape had blended into the crowd unnoticed.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWTHbhDQm2w
Draco closed his eyes, and a fleeting sadness softened his usually sharp expression. ‘Probably not,’ he admitted in a quiet, regretful voice, shaking his head slowly. ‘That man always did have a death wish,’ Draco murmured, reluctant admiration and a touch of bitterness in his voice at the former Professor’s fearless defiance. He gazed into the alley’s gloom as if searching for Snape, then straightened his shoulders. Draco drew a steady breath and moved forward, deliberately and calmly, to the mouth of the alley.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡy9HCdp6tu1
Ron rolled his eyes at Draco. ‘You’d better not get us caught,’ he whispered sharply, fixing Draco with a stern look. He pressed his lips tightly together and knitted his brows, the worry on his face intensifying. He tensed his shoulders and reluctantly trailed after Draco, their footsteps echoing along the damp cobblestones.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYPxPccVfU8
‘Hush, Weasley. I’m in just as much danger as you are. Although with your red hair acting like a beacon, we’re more likely to be caught,’ Draco said, his tone sharp and tense. He fixed his piercing blue eyes on Ron’s red hair, which stood out vividly in the dim alley. He let out a dismissive tut and curled his lips into a slight sneer, shaking his head as if Ron’s distinctive look created an obstacle to their secrecy.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzZdQGvwGI6
Ron’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson, his embarrassment intensifying as frustration simmered beneath the surface. Before he could retort, Hermione reached out and grasped his arm. ‘Do not bait him, Ronald,’ she said clearly, her voice firm and shot Draco a sharp glare. ‘And we need to work together if we’re going to get that book,’ she added, her tone resolute.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBEwT26nJ8l
Draco smirked wryly, cold, sarcastic amusement curling his lips as he barely concealed the challenge in his blue eyes. ‘Wonderful, you’re using your brains, Granger, but that doesn’t mean we’re best friends. I still despise you,’ he said, his voice dripping with icy sarcasm.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRJM8I0Gg18
‘The feeling is mutual, believe me,’ Hermione hissed through clenched teeth. She glared at Draco, her eyes flickering with steely resolve. To stop the situation from escalating, Hermione tightened her grip on Ron’s arm. Ron stiffened beside her, his jaw clenched and cheeks flushed.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2mQfcFvlWS
Hermione met Draco’s gaze as he pensively stroked his chin, considering their predicament. ‘Do you have any spells in your vast arsenal that can change appearances?’ he asked, his tone thoughtful.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPYfhCWMaCR
Hermione shook her head at Draco’s question, irritation flickering across her face as she pressed her lips into a thin line. ‘Not really. I can change hair colour, but that’s it,’ she said, her voice carrying a note of annoyance at her own limits. She briefly averted her gaze, disappointment clouding her eyes, silently criticising herself for not having mastered more advanced Transfiguration.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRtrRmA2wE5
Draco nodded thoughtfully and said, ‘That might work. It would initially throw them off.’ A calculating look flickered in his pale blue eyes, and the corners of his mouth twitched.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuoL9wjjDMT
Hermione fixed both boys with a pointed glare, her eyes flashing with steadfast determination, and nodded firmly, her expression resolute. ‘Fine, but I don’t want either of you bothering me about changing it just because you don’t like it,’ she said sharply. She raised her wand, her irritation hidden by the precision of her movements, and gently tapped Ron on the head.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0zEGPkBWxR
Ron’s hair changed suddenly, growing longer until it resembled his brother Bill’s, with loose, lush curls forming a dramatic halo around his head. The transformation flowed smoothly and almost hypnotically; his fiery red hair faded as each strand deepened into a rich dark brown. This new colour suited his complexion, lending him a more mature and mysterious look. His curls framed his face with unruly elegance, bouncing slightly with each movement as if they brimmed with untamed energy, a striking contrast to his usual anxious expression.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxaxaVNxaN4
Draco regarded Ron’s new look with a grudgingly complimentary tone and said, ‘That actually suits you, Weasley.’ Smirking, he added, ‘You look like one of those Muggle rock stars.’45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJ9QOO7KcdA
Hermione furrowed her brow as she looked at Draco, clearly confused by his remark. ‘How in Merlin’s name do you know about Muggle rock stars?’ she asked, her curiosity genuine. Her lips parted in surprise, and her usual composure slipped as the unexpected information unsettled her.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxo7QgOME45
Draco smirked confidently at Hermione, theatrically curling his mouth as he tilted his head back and boldly raised his chin in defiance. ‘I know everything because I’m amazing,’ he declared, his voice echoing confidently off the bricks as his usual arrogance radiated from every word. He glanced between Hermione and Ron, his gaze sharp and assessing. ‘And I don’t need to explain myself,’ he added, his tone becoming brittle and defensive, a faint frown creasing his brow.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3AuZ1qsWOa
Hermione signalled her reluctance with a shake of her head before she approached Draco. Drawing a steadying breath, she raised her wand and gently but firmly tapped Draco on the head. 45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6oMLq6kenG
The magic rippled instantly across Draco’s scalp, spreading like ink in clear water. His familiar blonde hair quickly darkened to a deep black, creating a striking contrast with his pale skin. Draco caught his reflection in a nearby shop window, and a smirk crossed his face. ‘I’m detecting a theme,’ he said casually, his voice laced with dry humour. He admired his new look with unexpected satisfaction, yet his body language betrayed a flicker of discomfort. A sudden memory of his mother’s stern disapproval rushed into his mind—her voice, her standards, her relentless insistence on Malfoy decorum. The recollection struck him hard, and tears began to well in his eyes. Determined to maintain his composure, Draco blinked rapidly, forcing the emotion back before it could show. He lifted his chin and straightened his posture with the usual Malfoy pride, refusing to let Hermione and Ron see any sign of vulnerability. The moment passed quickly, leaving only a subtle shadow of sadness lingering in his eyes, now concealed by his new dark fringe.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjOReO8VkD8
Hermione clenched her teeth, determined not to let Draco’s new look distract her. His hair now shone a rich, glossy black, falling in sleek, straight layers that drew attention to his sharp features. The dark fringe swept artfully across one icy blue eye, lending him a brooding air of mystery that she struggled to ignore. Each strand caught the light and gleamed with a silky lustre, bestowing on him a rebellious, almost magnetic presence reminiscent of a rock star or a gothic figure. The transformation accentuated the elegant lines of his cheekbones and jaw, making him appear taller and more self-assured, as his posture shifted subtly to reflect his newfound allure. When Hermione glanced away, she caught passers-by stealing appreciative looks, which irritated her. She worried that this striking, enigmatic appearance might attract unwanted attention—especially from girls—and complicate their mission if they drew the wrong sort of notice.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjdgxlJb1ay
Hermione quickly dismissed the idea, reminding herself that Draco’s physical appearance never mattered to her. His new hairstyle gave him a striking look, but she refused to let the magnetic pull affect her. She recognised all too well that his dramatic makeover didn’t change the fact that he always wielded a sharp tongue and maintained a haughty arrogance. Even as his confident stance and subtle, almost rebellious posture threatened to distract her, Hermione clenched her jaw and looked away. She reminded herself that his outer appearance was only superficial; no matter how impressive he seemed to others, what truly mattered to her was his biting wit and often irritating sense of superiority. Determined to focus on their mission, Hermione refused to be swayed by any fleeting attraction, keeping her goals clear and prioritising substance over style.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuGP2hpqQJI
Hermione paused for a moment and tapped her head with her wand, instantly transforming her appearance. Her curls rippled as though a breeze had swept through them, then straightened into sleek, immaculate hair. The voluminous mane settled smoothly, its ends crisply cut to brush her shoulders. As her hair’s texture shifted, so did its colour—each strand of her usual chestnut brown faded away, replaced by a vivid blonde. The transformation continued at the tips, which shimmered and morphed into a dazzling emerald green, boldly framing her face. The luminous green drew attention to the softness of her jaw and the sharpness of her cheekbones, accentuating her features in a daring yet flattering way. The effect was striking—Hermione appeared almost unrecognisable.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfNiGNOXibe
Hermione lifted her wand with confidence, her gaze steady and determined. She aimed it at Draco, then Ron, and finally herself. With a swift, practised flick, she instantly changed their clothes—their previous outfits shimmered as the threads twisted and merged, transforming into identical plain black robes.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡStUe4oXmhQ
Hermione critically examined their new appearances after the change, taking in every detail. ‘You know, we might attract more attention this way than usual…’ Her words trailed off when she caught her reflection in the shop window. For a moment, her own image unexpectedly captivated her—her sleek, straight hair, tipped with vivid blonde and emerald green, stood out boldly against the black robes. She realised it not only suited her, but also gave her a bold, fashionable edge.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlmKPFqNjwD
‘Too late now,’ Draco muttered distractedly, his tone clipped and impatient as he grabbed the sleeves of their newly transfigured robes. He bunched the thick fabric awkwardly in his fists and pulled Hermione and Ron towards the Leaky Cauldron’s entrance with urgency. Every movement revealed his restlessness—his grip tightened and twisted the sleeves as he tried to force them forward. 45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡN1k40xP0Ks
When Draco yanked him with little subtlety, Ron nearly lost his balance; his trainers scraped the pavement, and he shot Draco a startled, offended look. Hermione, however, dug in her heels just enough to slow Draco’s momentum. She fixed him with a stern, warning glare—her brows furrowed, eyes narrowed in silent reprimand. Still, she allowed herself to be moved, understanding Draco’s urgency even as she bristled at his bossiness.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdlMpUXKtce
After a moment, Hermione yanked her arm away from Draco, irritation sharpening her features. ‘I can walk by myself, you know,’ she said sharply, her voice crisp and confident. Her cheeks flushed with annoyance as she locked eyes with both boys, her gaze unwavering, which conveyed her displeasure at being manhandled. ‘We should try to appear as casual as possible,’ she said, her tone settling to calm as she exchanged meaningful looks with Ron and Draco, ‘It might look suspicious if we go straight to Diagon Alley.’45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWaD7gMsFHN
Draco nodded and said in a businesslike tone, ‘Reconnaissance first, then we make our move. That works for me.’ His words had the clipped efficiency Hermione always noticed when he focused. He gave a casual yet determined shrug and stepped forward to the entrance of the Leaky Cauldron. He briefly paused, sharpening his expression as he peered through the old glass at the Leaky Cauldron’s door, carefully scanning the dim interior. Draco smoothly swept his gaze from shadowed corners to busy tables, taking in every detail—the glow of wand-light, hushed conversations, and the shifting flow of cloaked figures. He kept his stance alert, squaring his shoulders and setting his jaw firmly, projecting readiness for anything. Draco nodded subtly at Hermione and Ron to signal his confidence that the space was safe. ‘I think we’re clear,’ he whispered, his voice soft but assured. He pushed the door fully open, the hinges creaking gently, and he strode inside with determination. 45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5Ak2sLJaxr
The trio moved as one, and though their new look appeared bold, they kept Hermione’s earlier advice in mind and purposefully adjusted their pace and demeanour to blend with the crowd. With lowered heads and discreet movements, they entered the busy interior of the Leaky Cauldron, acting like ordinary patrons while keeping watchful eyes for danger. They navigated the crowded room quietly, weaving between groups of chatting patrons and busy waitstaff. Draco led the way, tense and vigilant, his eyes darting towards every shadow. Ron followed closely behind, occasionally stumbling as he tried not to bump into anyone. Hermione, ever alert, maintained a steady pace, her senses tuned to pick up any sign of interest from the crowd. After exchanging silent glances, they selected a hidden corner table, partially shielded by a sagging tapestry and the flickering shadows from a nearby lantern. The chairs creaked softly as they sat, each positioning themselves with backs to the wall and keeping careful watch on the room’s exits.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9MXywEw9MN
They made a conscious effort to stay unnoticed, speaking softly and moving with care. Every so often, one of them swept their gaze around the room, scanning the faces of witches and wizards absorbed in their mugs and newspapers, searching for any hint of recognition or suspicion. Hermione, ever vigilant, discreetly drew her wand from her sleeve and positioned it beneath the table’s edge. She leaned in and murmured a quick spell—‘Repello wizards and witches’—casting a gentle magical shield to ward off unwanted attention.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡijAjOSGknm
With swift, deliberate movements, Hermione reached into her beaded bag. She drew out three sturdy, cut-glass tumblers, then produced a chilled bottle of Butterbeer—its label slightly worn from travel. She followed this with a well-used, leather-bound book whose spine showed years of handling, and a beloved deck of cards with frayed edges and surfaces from frequent play. Carefully, she set each item on the table, aligning them with precision despite the informal setting. Hermione uncorked the Butterbeer with skill, and a gentle fizz escaped as she poured the frothy, golden liquid. The glasses filled, soft bubbles rising, and the familiar butterscotch aroma mingled with the pub’s spicier scents. She nearly filled each tumbler, letting a creamy head form atop the amber drink. She slid a glass across the table to Draco, who caught it without looking up, then passed another to Ron, who accepted it with a grateful smile, and kept the last for herself, the cool glass comforting in her hand. Once Hermione had settled the drinks, she handed Draco the deck. With a practised flick, he caught it and snapped the cards into a neat pile before shuffling. He shuffled with fluid, precise movements, the gentle, rhythmic slap of the cards softly contrasting with the muffled hum of the pub. Years of skill showed in every motion. The routine of Butterbeer and cards eased the mood around their corner table, providing a comforting anchor as they kept a nervous watch on their surroundings.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXjYvS4YcnN
Hermione swept her gaze over the busy pub, checking that no one’s attention lingered on their concealed corner. Once she felt certain they remained unnoticed, she whispered, ‘Infinite Incantatem,’ and a faint, shimmering ripple washed through the air as her earlier magical barrier lifted, easing the magical tension that had shielded them from curious onlookers. With a quick, practised flick, she confidently moved her wand, her grip light yet precise. She cast, ‘Muffliato,’ which conjured an almost invisible hum around their table. This gentle buzzing formed a protective shield, muffling the pub’s ambient sounds so they could speak in private. Hermione relaxed a little, discreetly tucking her wand away as she met Draco’s and Ron’s eyes with a quiet, reassuring look, confirming that no one else could overhear their conversation. To the rest of the pub, only the soft clink of glasses and faint murmurs suggested anything at all had changed.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRgRy1RY7D2
Draco and Ron exchanged appreciative glances towards Hermione, silently acknowledging her thoughtful planning. Without words, Draco dealt the cards smoothly, his practised fingers hinting at countless games played in shadowy common rooms. The cards slid across the worn tabletop with a gentle, rhythmic sound as he evenly distributed them among the three. Ron gripped his cards a bit awkwardly, glancing quickly and uncertainly at Hermione and Draco before he studied the unfamiliar symbols in his hand. Even though he didn’t understand the game, he recognised that their activity served as a cover—a way for them to blend in and avoid attention. By shuffling, dealing, and arranging cards, they protected themselves, masking their nervous energy behind calm exteriors. At the same time, they sat in their quiet corner, every sense alert to the dangers lurking just beyond their safe space.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkANOBpT5lp
Draco surveyed the busy pub with his sharp blue eyes. He maintained a relaxed posture, fingers splayed slightly across the battered table, and while he seemed focused on his cards, every flicker of his gaze tracked movement throughout the crowded room. When he finally spoke, he used a casual, almost languid tone. ‘Do either of you recognise anyone here?’ he asked softly, remaining alert for signs of danger or unwanted attention.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZLjj9lDJy6
Ron scanned the pub, his slight nervousness showing as his eyes darted from table to table, observing the shadowed faces and groups chatting over mugs of Butterbeer and glasses of Firewhiskey. He shifted in his seat and lightly tapped his fingers on the battered tabletop, the sound barely louder than the murmur of voices and the soft clink of glasses. He sighed quietly and shook his head—a gesture filled with nostalgia and a hint of sadness. ‘No, I don’t recognise anyone. I used to know everyone who came here,’ he said softly, his voice tinged with melancholy as memories of laughter-filled nights with family and friends flashed through his mind. He remembered lively evenings with Fred and George, quiet conversations with Ginny by the fire, and the comforting familiarity of seeing the same faces, night after night, in the heart of Wizarding London. The pub, once a place of friendship and belonging, now seemed strange and distant, its crowd unfamiliar and constantly changing. Ron shook off the wave of nostalgia and refocused on the present. He straightened and looked directly across the table at Draco. Curiosity flickered across his face as he raised an eyebrow and, in a more lively tone, he asked, ‘What are we playing?’45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDrDF1sWZkT
Draco looked at his cards with an air of indifference. He allowed a barely perceptible flicker of amusement to appear at the corner of his mouth, though he made an effort to conceal any trace of pleasure. ‘No idea,’ he said calmly, his voice low and composed, letting the words flow smoothly as if the matter were of little importance. He picked a card slowly and deliberately and placed it face down on the table, moving in a relaxed yet purposeful manner, clearly intending to prolong Ron’s confusion.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqOzGPGw0hr
Ron furrowed his brow in concentration and anxiously studied his mismatched cards. His face displayed his concentration, with his brow knitted and lips pressed thin in thought. He glanced discreetly at Hermione, then back at Draco, as if searching for an unspoken rule or hidden meaning. After a brief pause, he sighed quietly in resignation and, imitating Draco’s move, flicked his wrist to place his card beside Draco’s on the table.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5VlCDL86Qn
Draco widened his smug grin and leaned back, crossing his arms behind his head in a display of relaxed confidence. The chair creaked beneath him, emphasising his arrogance, and his eyes sparkled with mischief. He said softly, ‘I win,’ adding a self-assured chuckle and clearly enjoying his easy victory. His voice brimmed with amusement as he looked at Ron’s puzzled, frustrated face, taking pleasure in both the simple win and the confusion it brought.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXWFz1KfSOl
Ron fixed his eyes on the Slytherin and asked fiercely, ‘How can you expect to win if you don’t even understand what the game is!?’ Frustration flushed his cheeks as he gripped the worn edge of the table, trying to steady himself against his mounting exasperation. The table trembled slightly beneath his clenched fists, reflecting the anger he struggled to contain. His stiff shoulders, tight jaw, and narrowed eyes all displayed his disbelief.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡU7RNFhGI0s
‘Because I’m just that good.’45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqRBvqpxBai
‘You’re a complete jackass!’45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2F5iy9baOZ
‘And you’re an unsightly twit!’45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeFxKhx7hDg
Hermione rolled her eyes and ignored the insults between Ron and Draco. She focused on her book, deliberately lowered her gaze, and pretended to read. In reality, she had designed the book with a clever, transparent enchantment—while it appeared to be an ordinary book to everyone else, she could secretly observe the room unnoticed. She watched the changing crowd, the flickering lanterns, and the subtle movements of suspicious figures through her magical lens, all while she maintained a look of focused detachment. She kept her posture composed and unassuming, thoughtfully resting one finger on the margin to hide her vigilance. The book’s mechanics enabled her to track entrances, exits, conversations, and potential threats.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYxKoBhC98E
Hermione subtly lifted her book as three cloaked and hooded figures silently entered the pub. They moved smoothly and deliberately, the heavy fabric of their cloaks brushing the floor while they wove between tables, keeping their faces hidden beneath deep hoods. The crowd’s unease grew as everyone noticed their arrival—a ripple of tension ran through the patrons, quietening conversations and prompting nervous glances at the newcomers. Hermione kept her exterior composed and intelligent, even as her heart pounded. She leaned in slightly and whispered urgently to Draco and Ron, her eyes never leaving the pages. ‘Shut up,’ she urged softly, her voice firm and edged with a hint of fear. At once, Draco and Ron halted their arguing, and Hermione subtly tilted her book, using its cover to hide her whispered words. ‘Look,’ she signalled, her eyes sharply indicating the strangers. Her message was unmistakable—they instantly shifted their attention to the cloaked figures, their faces transforming from annoyance to cautious alert.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeUCRPffHqQ
Draco gathered the cards into a tidy pile and reshuffled the deck, producing a soft, rhythmic sound as the cards slid together. While focusing on the cards, Draco let his cold blue eyes sweep the crowd, scanning with cautious calculation. He observed every face intently, picking up subtle cues—furtive looks, whispered exchanges, and nervous foot-shifting among the patrons. Draco suddenly stopped and narrowed his eyes suspiciously as he spotted the three cloaked figures weaving through the crowd. Their entrance had disrupted the lively mood, prompting nearby guests to recoil instinctively. Some gripped their drinks tighter, while others exchanged nervous glances. The strangers moved with care to the centre of the room and, responding to an unseen signal, each slowly pulled back their hood. The flickering lantern light revealed faces set with cold resolve and a faint threat. Draco stiffened, pressing his lips into a thin, firm line that betrayed his annoyance and concern. He gripped the edge of the table so tightly that his knuckles turned white, shifting his usual arrogant tilt to a more cautious, guarded angle. A slight twitch in his jaw showed how hard he worked to remain composed, his eyes flicking sharply between the newcomers. ‘Delightful,’ he muttered sarcastically, his voice carrying brittle irony that barely concealed his underlying apprehension.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡn0brp0bev5
Ron hunched his shoulders and lowered his head, desperate to avoid drawing the ominous newcomers’ attention. He nervously tugged at the edge of his sleeve, fixating on the battered table as if he could hide behind it. In a whisper tinged with fear, he softly asked, ‘Who are they?’45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKJ8RmCSkMc
Draco tilted his head slightly forward, his face becoming noticeably more serious as he spoke, ‘Dolohov, Yaxley, and Goyle Senior.’ The Wizarding community knew each name for their dark actions and unwavering loyalty to Voldemort. The mention of Dolohov instantly brought forth images of his fierce duelling and ruthless curses, while many recalled Yaxley’s reputation for clever manipulations within the Ministry. Goyle Senior’s notoriety stemmed from his brutality and cruelty, completing the fearsome trio. As Draco uttered their names, the atmosphere chilled; Hermione, Ron, and Draco all shivered slightly, each acutely aware of the dangerous power and ruthless reputations of these Death Eaters. The seriousness of the threat pressed down on them, making it feel immediate and real, and filling them with a deep sense of dread.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDlgZIjruAA
Hermione’s cheeks lost their colour as her blood drained, a vivid and chilling memory flashing before her: she remembered the terrible moment when Dolohov’s curse struck her in the Department of Mysteries. For a fleeting instant, raw fear seized her chest with an icy, paralysing grip, making her breathing shallow and uneven. Even as fear surged within her, she hardened her expression with determination. ‘We should get out of here,’ she whispered, her voice barely audible, the slight tremor betraying the seriousness of her alarm despite her efforts to conceal it. Hermione acted instantly, her instincts taking over. She grabbed her wand and, with a swift, silent cleaning charm, wiped away every trace of their presence from the battered tumblers and returned them to her beaded bag. Draco recognised Hermione’s intent straight away and slid the deck of cards towards her, his face remaining unreadable while his eyes stayed sharp and alert. She caught the deck easily, tucked it in with the tumblers, and drew the bag strings tight, ensuring nothing would reveal they had been there.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5dbLVvKASs
Chaos erupted among the other patrons as they scraped chairs loudly while hurrying to escape. Wide-eyed witches and wizards clutched their cloaks and bags, barely pausing to gather their belongings. Several knocked over tankards and abandoned coins, choosing safety over possessions. Some rushed for the side doors, and others pushed towards the front, jostling each other in desperation to reach Muggle London beyond the magical threshold. Their footsteps thundered through the pub, accompanied by frantic shouts and gasps of fear, as they spilt into the street with hearts pounding. Meanwhile, the three Death Eaters coldly echoed venomous threats, ominously warning that staying in ‘their bar’ would result in death within a minute.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHhSoI2O2V9
Hermione, Draco, and Ron watched the ensuing chaos, nerves stretched taut by the imminent threat of the Death Eaters. The chilling menace in the Death Eaters’ words left no doubt—no one dared test whether it was mere bluster or actual danger. Hermione, her pulse racing, kept her wand at the ready. Draco scanned the shadows with a keen, searching gaze for any sign of pursuit. Ron, pale and tense, crouched low and exchanged silent, serious glances with Hermione and Draco. Together, they slipped from their seats with practised caution, their footsteps soft on the rough floorboards. Remaining acutely aware of their surroundings, they weaved through the panicked crowd, deftly sidestepping stumbling patrons and overturned chairs. Fixing their sights on the back door—half-hidden behind a battered curtain—they pressed forward towards the dark passage leading to Diagon Alley.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡa3MduiHtII
Draco shut the door quickly behind them, urgency tightening every movement as he tried to conceal their escape. The worn wood thudded into place, and he pressed his back against it, his breathing shallow and rapid. Despite Draco’s swift action, their silent retreat proved only partly successful—just as the door closed, a sliver of light spilt out and exposed their shapes. One of the Death Eaters glimpsed their retreating forms through the narrowing gap. A sharp voice boomed down the dim hall, ‘Hold on!’45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvgeGyUrTQ0
‘Colloportus,’ Draco whispered sharply, his voice barely audible. The Death Eaters pounded on the door, sending vibrations through the timbers and rattling the hinges as the frame trembled dangerously. With his heart pounding, Draco quickly moved away, aware that the enchantment would only shield them temporarily. On the other side, muffled shouts and curses rang out, filled with rage and frustration at being blocked. Draco gave a sardonic smile, his lips curling into a crooked half-smile that barely masked the tension in his jaw. ‘Language, gentlemen,’ he murmured, his voice slightly higher than usual. He straightened his shoulders, readying himself while his eyes flickered to the worn brick wall concealing their escape. He took a steadying breath, gripped his wand more firmly, and spoke in a calm, decisive tone, ‘Be ready for anything.’45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9sBb52PF5b
Ron sighed, disappointment plain on his face. ‘Too bad we don’t have Harry’s Invisibility Cloak,’ he muttered gloomily, glancing down as he pulled his wand from his pocket.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNy9BiGw1m2
Hermione shook her head. ‘I don’t think we’d all fit under it anyway,’ she said softly, her voice calm, though anxiety lingered in her eyes. She drew her wand with a firm motion and straightened her shoulders. Calculations raced behind her focused expression; even under threat, Hermione’s logical mind reviewed every possible option and prepared for the worst.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdGaclhxJxm
Draco approached the brick wall with caution, his hand trembling slightly as he lifted his wand. He tapped the old bricks with practised yet tense movements. After a moment, the bricks shifted with a low, grating rumble and slid apart to reveal the hidden entrance to Diagon Alley. Draco quickly stepped back, his pale face set in concentration, and he silently gestured for Ron and Hermione to watch before they risked entering. Ron and Hermione peered cautiously through the opening and surveyed the quiet cobblestone street ahead. Diagon Alley, which used to be lively even after dark, now presented an eerily empty scene. The familiar, crooked shopfronts stood silently beneath the cold lantern glow, with their windows dark and shutters tightly closed. No one lingered—no late-night shoppers, no wandering witches or wizards. The trio slipped through the opening and hugged the wall, urgency sharpening every cautious motion. The wall shifted back into place behind them, sealing them in Diagon Alley. Vulnerability struck them immediately: shop signs loomed, and every alleyway threatened to hide a lurking Death Eater.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnot4TLtAn4
A sudden blast near the Leaky Cauldron shattered the oppressive silence. The explosion shook the ground and sent a wave of hot, bitter air rushing through the alley, making the nearby rooftops rattle. Night erupted in a hellish glow as wood splintered and glass shattered, signalling that the Death Eaters were closing in—still hunting them relentlessly. Smoke billowed into the sky, casting long, shifting shadows across the quiet street. The trio exchanged worried glances, fully aware that their escape was only beginning.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡi4agM7Nlhq
‘We need to get moving!’ Draco said urgently, his voice brimming with stress. He didn’t hesitate—he dashed ahead, his cloak streaming behind him as he plunged into the shadowy alley. Ron and Hermione followed closely, their quick steps striking the uneven cobblestones. Street lamps illuminated the path above, their flickering light casting wavering shadows that danced as the trio navigated the maze of silent shopfronts and shuttered windows. Their breath formed clouds in the cool air as they desperately searched for cover in the darkness, every sense sharp and alert for any sign of their pursuers.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgJCl7iqmys
The trio darted into a small alcove next to Flourish and Blotts just in time, pressing themselves against the damp stone wall as they hid in its dark shadows. Cramped and cluttered with old flyers, the space filled their nostrils with the faint scent of parchment and dust drifting from the nearby bookstore. Its narrow dimensions offered only a fleeting sense of safety amidst the surrounding danger. With trembling hands, they drew their wands, and each muttered a Disillusionment Charm. Cold magic prickled instantly over their skin as a silvery shimmer swept outward, cloaking them in an illusion that blended them into the wall—living statues, barely flickering against the ancient brick. Their hearts hammered as they remained perfectly still, fearing that any movement would expose them. They watched from their alcove as the three senior Death Eaters strode forward, their boots thudding heavily on the cobblestones. The dark, hooded figures swept through the foggy night, their wands poised for action. The Death Eaters’ loud voices and determined footsteps unsettled them, but the alcove’s shadows and their almost invisible forms kept them concealed. The Death Eaters passed by swiftly, casting only glances into the gloom, intent on their search, and their footsteps soon faded into the silent street.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIctIDDpnpN
The three of them huddled in the alcove, gasping as they tried to steady their pounding hearts. Their stretched nerves kept them motionless, every instinct warning them to stay silent, knowing even the slightest sound could expose their hiding spot. Struggling for air, Ron whispered, ‘Do you think Professor Dumbledore knew it would be this dangerous?’45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2ZSucBAeKi
Hermione crossed her arms, determination written across her face. ‘Maybe, but he would also trust in our abilities, Ron,’ she said softly. As she continued, her voice grew gentler, ‘Professor Dumbledore wouldn’t send us into danger unless he was sure we could succeed.’45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ933CtcFMc0
Ron leaned forward carefully, his breath fogging in the cold air even with the Disillusionment Charm, as he scanned the deserted street. He spotted several shadowy figures walking from doorway to doorway, as if hunting. When Ron saw Dolohov among them, his heart raced; Dolohov clutched his wand tightly, his posture exuding a cruel confidence that unsettled Ron. Ron kept his tense gaze fixed on the street for another moment before slipping back into the alcove, his heart pounding. He pressed his back to the cold stone and quickly whispered, ‘There are more of them,’ emphasising the danger as they huddled together, feeling the threat closing in from every side.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ88NvuLe9FP
Frustration twisted across Draco’s face as he quietly let out a curse. ‘We can’t fight them; there are too many,’ he whispered, his voice shaky, as he kept a wary eye on the Death Eaters marching down the street. Each Death Eater stopped to inspect shop doors or glare into shadowy alleys, their hoods hiding their faces but their poised bodies radiating readiness for violence. Their relentless search swept closer, sending cold shivers through Draco as his heartbeat thundered with the knowledge that they hunted them ruthlessly.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡB1xJMQnIVY
Draco narrowed his blue eyes and crossed his arms, scanning the dangerous scene ahead. ‘They’re aware,’ he said quietly, watching as the Death Eaters paused, their silhouettes scanning the shadows warily. The oppressive mood pressed tighter as the pursuers advanced more cautiously, wands at the ready, every glance and twitch betraying their heightened alertness. With every passing second, the trio’s chance to escape shrank. Recognising that confronting them would be reckless and possibly deadly, Draco quickly weighed his options, his expression hardening with determination. He whispered, barely audible, ‘We’ll need to run to the shop,’ urgency sharpening his tone.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGu2YHQlLjg
Hermione immediately voiced her practical concern. ‘But what if they enter the shop while we’re inside?’ she whispered, anxiety evident in her trembling voice. She shook her head in worry, creating a subtle movement almost concealed by the Disillusionment Charm; Draco and Ron failed to notice her anxious gesture, which vanished amid the magical camouflage that blended her with the ancient bricks behind her.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzmsK5t1dt2
Draco exhaled, worry creasing his forehead. He summoned his courage and, just above a whisper but with unmistakable resolve, proposed a daring alternative. ‘Then we hide and take them out quietly,’ he said firmly, keeping his tone steady even though his hands trembled. Determined, Draco reached out through the Disillusionment Charm, spreading his fingers as he tried to touch Hermione’s arm to offer her some comfort.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtX79ufnoBK
Someone suddenly gripped Ron’s arm, making him jerk violently as a rush of cold panic swept through him. He felt unseen fingers clutch his sleeve under the Disillusionment Charm, sending a chill down his spine—the faint pressure felt oddly detached, as if the shadow itself had come to life. His heart pounded while he turned his head toward the source. ‘Who’s touching my arm?’ he whispered anxiously. His voice trembled with fear and cold, and although the touch lasted only a moment, it left his nerves on edge. Every instinct urged him to pull away, but he stayed still, trying not to make any noise that could reveal their hiding spot.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKQsQi1zeHA
Disgust twisted Draco’s face with horror and irritation as he realised he had accidentally touched Ron. He jerked his hand back instinctively, as if stung, and exaggerated his revulsion by quickly wiping it on his trousers. ‘Shit, Weasley germs,’ he muttered quietly, making his disdain plain. Draco brushed his sleeve, lips curling into a sneer, and his pale cheeks flushed faintly with embarrassment.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡU4yl3QbaIb
Draco’s comment clearly annoyed Hermione, and she shot back sharply, ‘This isn’t the time or place!’ Her voice remained calm but firm as she kept a cautious eye on the street, alert for any sign of approaching Death Eaters.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKUdpy088GN
Draco fixed his gaze on the street. ‘Now’s probably our best chance while everyone’s in shops. Let’s move,’ he whispered, his voice barely rising above the distant footsteps. With precise, deliberate steps, Draco left the alcove, barely making a sound as his boots met the wet cobblestones. He hugged the building’s edge, kept his shoulders hunched to stay hidden, and tensed every muscle, ready to react if trouble appeared.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRRjGVWikb6
Hermione and Ron kept close to Draco, staying alert as they traced his faint outline ahead, barely visible beneath the Disillusionment Charm. Hermione felt her heart pounding, her body tensed with the urgency of their silent progress. Ron gripped his wand tightly, his eyes darting around the street. They moved like shadows within shadows, their nerves stretched tight like violin strings, every sense tuned to the faint creak of an old sign or the risk of a step too close, as they pressed on towards safety, determined not to alert the watchful eyes lurking in the gloom.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvSAQq7OJzC
Draco arrived at Flourish and Blotts and paused, pressing himself against the cold, rough wood of the doorframe. The faint light from a nearby lantern cast trembling shadows across the mottled glass, making the ancient shopfront loom even more ominously. He carefully reached out and curled his trembling fingers around the iron handle, the cold piercing his skin. ‘It’s open,’ he whispered, his voice almost indistinguishable—a ghostly breath in the quiet, deserted street. Draco gently pushed the heavy door inward, allowing it to open just enough for his slender figure to slip inside, the silent hinges betraying no sound. He moved with feline stealth, muffling every step with tension and the sense of unseen eyes watching from the darkness outside. Hermione and Ron exchanged nervous glances and followed, crossing the threshold in silence. As the door closed softly behind them, the chill and danger of the outside world receded.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSs8EXpOYaj
Hermione faced the door again, each movement deliberate and precise. She steadied her wand, its tip catching a faint glimmer from the dim shop light filtering through dusty windows. Drawing a quiet, resolute breath, she softly invoked, ‘Colloportus.’ The spell produced a low, resonant click that filled the silent shop, making the heavy oak door shudder before it locked securely in place. The lock snapped shut with finality as the magical seal embedded itself in the aged wood, ensuring the entrance was completely secure. Keeping her eyes fixed on the door, Hermione maintained a tense, alert expression, as if verifying no Death Eater could force it open. She raised her wand and aimed it at the walls. ‘Silencio,’ she whispered, as a glow illuminated the shop’s walls and ceiling, signalling that no sound could escape outside. Then, she reached into her beaded bag and pulled out a small cloth sack. Opening it, she revealed the “Instant Darkness Powder”, courtesy of the Weasley twins. She paused for a moment, her eyes closed with a touch of sadness as she thought about them, then took a deep breath and cast the powder at each window so that no one outside could see inside. What remained was complete darkness, so dense that even a “Lumos” spell could not penetrate it. However, they could still see outside through the powder. Only after confirming their safety did she lower her wand and allow her shoulders to relax slightly.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwO3IEQPbFP
Hermione joined Ron and Draco, who had retreated to the back of the shop while she secured the shop. She tread softly on the warped floorboards, slipping between the tall bookshelves, joining them in a quiet nook near stacks of ancient books. Draco and Ron had lit the tips of their wands so she would know where they were. Hermione flicked her wrist smoothly, raised her wand, and gently tapped Draco and Ron on their heads. The effects of the Disillusionment Charm faded, and Draco’s pale blonde hair and Ron’s bright red hair reappeared, slightly tousled by the magic but otherwise unchanged. They exchanged cautious looks of relief, their eyes reflecting a sense of comfort as the world around them regained clarity. Hermione didn’t hesitate—she cast the same spell on herself. A faint glow shimmered along her outline, then faded, bringing her hair back to its familiar bushy state. She smoothed the stray wisps with her fingers, her movements confident and practised, almost ritualistic.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJFgvJoowiX
Draco tousled his platinum blonde hair into odd angles with his slender fingers. He exaggeratedly tilted his head and pushed out his bottom lip in a dramatic pout. ‘Aww, I liked my new hair,’ he said, his mock-woeful tone lightening the tension. His eyes sparkled with mischief, and the corners of his mouth twitched as he clearly enjoyed his own melodrama. Ron smirked reluctantly at the playful gesture, and Hermione even let out a faint, amused sigh.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVvyfIqjXZB
Hermione shrugged casually, keeping her face neutral while a genuine focus furrowed her brows slightly. ‘You could always learn the spell yourself and change it back,’ she suggested calmly, her tone as pragmatic as ever. She raised her wand and, with a flick, the lamps around the room came to life, casting a gentle glow around the shop. She turned away, shifting her attention to the towering bookshelves. She moved with purpose, upright and efficient, letting her wand tip brush lightly along the spines of ancient books. Without waiting for a reply, she immersed herself in the orderly library stacks, methodically examining each faded title with her hazel eyes. Her quiet, confident footsteps carried her through the shop as she searched for the elusive volume.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡM1Vtcvq23B
Draco let out a heavy sigh and sat on the stairs, making the wood creak under his weight. He slumped forward and rested his elbows on his knees, loosely clasping his pale hands. He watched as Hermione carefully scanned the spines of numerous books, pointing them out with steady focus. ‘I could... but I’m too lazy,’ he said softly, his voice carrying a hint of resignation—a playful indifference that masked his exhaustion. Draco relaxed into his position, feeling a quiet comfort in letting Hermione take charge, and his shoulders eased slightly. Hermione’s soft footsteps echoed on the uneven floorboards, and parchment rustled rhythmically, breaking the momentary silence. Draco quietly watched her, tracing patterns on his knees with absentminded fingers as he thought. After a pause, he spoke again, his words slower and more reflective. ‘You know, there could be an easier way to find the book...’ His voice trailed off, and he lightly shook his head, platinum hair drifting across his forehead.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfJbXalcuub
Hermione looked over her shoulder, curiosity and a hint of challenge lighting up her eyes. She raised her brow mischievously. ‘Oh? Do tell, Malfoy,’ she teased, turning smoothly to face Draco. Hermione smirked—a look Draco believed could impress any Slytherin—combining intelligence and daring. She knowingly curled her lips and raised her chin in challenge, displaying both boldness and confidence. The slight amusement at the corners of her mouth revealed she was ready for any clever suggestion or cunning plan Draco might offer.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡl1g2QWIFBj
Hermione’s smirk prompted Draco to return it with his own before he confidently drew his wand in one swift, purposeful motion. For a brief moment, he radiated confidence—chin raised and eyes shining with anticipation. ‘Accio Time Travel tome,’ he said, delivering the spell with careful rehearsal as though performing for an unseen audience.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAZX6RqdSrU
Even as Draco uttered the word “tome”, his confidence wavered. A subtle tension appeared on his face: his eyes flicked nervously between shelves, and he instinctively clenched his wand. He paused, brow furrowing, aware of the possible consequences of performing such a powerful and broad summoning spell in a shop filled with countless ancient books. Within seconds, books shot from the shelves and rushed towards him with astonishing speed. Shock widened Draco’s eyes as he instinctively raised his arms to shield himself from the onslaught. Muffled thuds marked the first wave of books as their spines and covers struck his shoulders and legs, quickly piling at his feet. The scene came alive, as if his magic had roused the entire bookshelf section. Heavy tomes battered his knees while lighter paperbacks fluttered past his head. Leather covers scraped against his robes, and page edges brushed his skin, leaving faint dust marks on his sleeves. The spell’s power summoned not just a few, but a multitude of books about time travel—or so they claimed—driving Draco into a defensive crouch as the barrage continued. The literary wave encircled him, with towers of books wobbling precariously and threatening to topple. Amidst the chaos, loose sheets fluttered like startled birds, and falling volumes rang through the shop, transforming the quiet into a storm of noise.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2u3ywEVaaM
Ron chuckled, amused as he watched Draco, who was half-buried beneath a chaotic pile of books. The volumes stacked themselves at random, with some threatening to topple, their cracked leather covers and faded, gilt-lettered spines catching the lamplight. A few open books sprawled across Draco’s legs, their pages fluttering whenever he shifted and releasing tiny clouds of dusty scent. 45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡST9lOxHQJm
Hermione approached, wearing a teasing smile as she took in the mess Draco’s overambitious summoning spell had caused. She stood at the edge of the chaos, arms crossed. ‘Well, at least you gathered all the books in this category in one place,’ she said in a dry tone, tilting her head with amusement and letting her sparkling eyes show both approval and a touch of frustration. She moved carefully to avoid tripping over the scattered books, crouched down, and reached into the heap to pick up one of the large tomes. The cover, embossed with detailed runes and darkened by age, weighed heavily in her hands. Hermione turned the book over to read the title, sending dust into the air; her face set in determined curiosity as she appreciated Draco’s chaotic approach.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKbieqosdA3
Draco glared at her, narrowing his eyes as a pink flush crept up his pale cheeks. ‘It was intentional,’ he said sharply, sounding defensive. With a swift, almost confrontational gesture, he seized a worn, leather-bound book from the unstable pile beside him, its cracked spine protesting noisily. Dust from tiny bits of parchment coated his fingers as he rapidly flipped through the yellowed pages, the dry crackle of paper filling the air. He snapped each page sharply, as if he were daring the book to conceal its secrets. Hermione and Ron raised their eyebrows and exchanged knowing looks, struggling to suppress their smiles. 45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1puZFskq72
Ron asked, his voice heavy with uncertainty, ‘How do you think we’ll know which book is the right one?’ He reached for a large, dust-covered volume from the teetering pile and flicked through the introduction, his brows furrowing more with each line as the faded ink and archaic language failed to clarify their search. Countless books sprawled across battered floorboards around them, some forming unstable towers, others lying scattered where Draco’s summoning spell had deposited them, turning the shop into a chaotic museum of forgotten literature.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvwXEaJLjWv
Draco said casually, ‘Dumbledore’s letter said that he hid another message in the book we’re searching for,’ treating the secret plans of the legendary wizard as if he were talking about the weather. He shrugged slightly, feigning indifference even while his eyes anxiously darted over the worn cover in his hands. He impatiently flipped through the yellowed pages, his fingers leaving faint smudges on the fragile paper as he searched for hidden writing or a coded message. Finding nothing significant, he snapped the book shut and lazily tossed it aside. The book landed on the floor with a muffled thump, sending a small cloud of old dust swirling briefly in the lamplight before settling on the scattered books and Draco’s scuffed shoes.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzPphLXMcyu
Draco mechanically reached down and picked up another book from the pile at his feet. He grabbed a slim, brightly coloured volume whose glossy cover stood out vividly against the battered tomes scattered across the floor. Cheerful illustrations—whimsical wizards in sparkling hats, cartoon dragons, and twinkling stars—burst from the front in bold, vibrant hues. The title, emblazoned in large, friendly letters, practically shouted from the cover, starkly contrasting with the cracked leather and faded parchment around it. Noticing the oddity of a children’s book among ancient magical texts, Draco let a flicker of surprise appear on his face. His curiosity momentarily replaced his exhaustion as he opened the first page, finding it crisp and unmarked, unlike the yellowed, brittle pages of the other books. Simple sentences, framed by wide margins, spun tales of enchanted bedtime adventures and magical riddles—stories clearly meant to amuse. Annoyed by the childish tone, Draco hardened his gaze, sighed in disappointment when he realised it wasn’t an old spellbook or a secret manuscript, then shrugged and tossed the children’s book over his shoulder. The book landed with a dull thud, its glossy cover gleaming oddly atop the chaotic heap—a rare splash of colour in an otherwise drab, dusty scene.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡS2rXGM1Jfy
Draco casually reached for another book amid the battered tomes surrounding him. He brushed his fingers over cracked leather spines and fraying cloth covers. The faint, musty scent of parchment clung to his skin as he gripped a particularly worn volume, its cover warped and faded by years of neglect. Hermione narrowed her eyes in disapproval, clearly unhappy with his relaxed handling. She watched him trace a mindless circle over a torn title with his thumb, leaving a faint smudge on the brittle surface. To her, every careless movement seemed almost sacrilegious in the dimly lit library. Draco shrugged off her silent reproach, his nonchalance making it evident that the books’ condition didn’t matter to him at the moment. More urgent matters—like the mission’s pressing demands and their growing frustration—took precedence over concerns about dusty covers and torn pages, pushing the preservation of these neglected books to the background.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmJFjc7GRUE
He quietly realised that hardly anyone would return anytime soon to reclaim these books. The shop showed clear signs of abandonment, with both owners and visitors neglecting it, which made keeping the books in pristine condition seem almost pointless. Thick dust had gathered in the corners, lying undisturbed for months, while cobwebs traced delicate patterns along the upper shelves, shimmering faintly in the light. Water rings and ink stains scarred the once-elegant counters, and the faded, threadbare carpet recorded the footsteps of countless visitors long since gone. Years of neglect and rough use had left their mark on the collection, with worn spines, torn dust jackets, and dog-eared pages. The shelves sagged beneath the weight, their splintered and warped wood giving off a faint scent of mildew and age. Minor scuffs or bent pages hardly altered the overall look, blending in with decades-old evidence—frayed cloth, yellowed pages, and faded gilt titles that revealed these books as relics of time and neglect, their stories lingering quietly in the shadows of forgotten shelves.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiGCyj9B6rX
After what seemed like an endless hour, frustration gripped Draco more tightly as the heap of discarded books behind him continued to grow. The mounting collection formed a chaotic fortress—battered covers jutting at odd angles, dog-eared pages splayed open like exhausted wings. Draco handled each book mechanically; he grabbed a volume and rapidly flipped through the yellowed pages, scanning every line for even the faintest hint of a clue or hidden message from Dumbledore. Over time, the gentle rustle of turning pages gave way to a heavy silence, punctuated only by Draco’s weary sighs and the dull thuds of abandoned books. With every fruitless attempt, hope ebbed away; the anticipation that had once sparked in his eyes dulled into a sluggish, all-encompassing sense of futility that pressed down on him like a suffocating cloak.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6TpYz6CHi7
Draco finally growled in frustration and hurled another book onto the growing pile behind him. The loud thud echoed throughout the empty shop, rebounding off the cracked floorboards and resonating in the dim corners. He shook his head, resigned, and let out a heavy sigh before sinking into a nearby chair—a battered wooden seat with faded upholstery and a wobbly leg. Slumping forward, Draco muttered, ‘This is pointless,’ his voice tinged with defeat as the weight of their unsuccessful search settled over him. He stared blankly at the chaotic heap of discarded books, their battered covers and torn pages bearing witness to his growing frustration.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSIsECI7X64
Ron let out a deep sigh and dropped his book onto the worn table with a thud. He leaned his tired frame against the cold, uneven wall, his face openly displaying fatigue and quiet defeat. Using the heel of his hand, he rubbed his eyes, determined to wipe away the frustration. Ron raised his eyebrows and set his mouth in a grim line as he exchanged a silent, meaningful look with Draco across the room. Draco mirrored his expression, both of them actively acknowledging the growing troubles without saying a word.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡl7Mt5oR35I
Hermione, unable to maintain her composure any longer, finally lost her patience. She let out a sharp, frustrated groan and hurled the book she held across the room. The heavy volume spun through the air, its pages flapping wildly, and crashed into a leaning stack of discarded books. The impact echoed loudly, bouncing off the cracked floorboards and dusty shelves.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxEX1QC5u1h
Ron crossed the cluttered room with careful steps and approached Hermione. He gently rested his hands on her shoulders. ‘Hey, we’ll find it,’ he whispered, intending for his words to comfort her, yet his own doubt strained his tone. Hermione kept her spine rigid under his touch, her eyes fixed on the pile of discarded books. Clenching her jaw, she turned away from Ron’s earnest gaze, frustration etched clearly across her face. Doubt flashed sharply in her eyes, and she pressed her lips into a firm, stubborn line.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYvcC1G5WaG
Draco pushed himself to his feet and, seeking a brief escape from the mounting tension, he left the discarded books behind, treading heavily and unevenly across the creaking floor. He clenched his jaw and hunched his shoulders as he moved behind a tall bookcase, seeking solitude. Surrounded by the thick scent of old parchment and wood polish, he steadied himself, pressing his hand against the cold edge of the shelf. Draco briefly pressed his forehead to the cold, cracked wood. Irritation and discouragement surged over him, tightening his chest and twisting his stomach; the relentless, apparently hopeless war sapped his spirit, leaving him raw and restless, desperate to escape the endless cycle of loss and uncertainty.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡr35zxExqNk
Fiery pain burned behind Draco’s eyes, and tears overflowed as emotion surged through him. His breath faltered; his chest tightened with every shallow gasp, and a shiver coursed through his body. He struggled to suppress his grief and hide the pain of losing his mother and Snape, but every effort to contain it only sharpened the ache. He could no longer stand, so he let himself slide down and sit heavily on the creaking floorboards. He drew his knees to his chest and wrapped his arms around them, fighting to contain his raw emotion. He buried his face in his arms, shoulders trembling as he sobbed silently and let tears flow freely.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7CRATh5FyD
Hermione and Ron paused at the entrance to the aisle. They immediately fixed their gaze on Draco, who hunched on the worn floorboards, his shoulders trembling silently with grief. Hermione and Ron exchanged uncertain glances, unaccustomed to seeing Draco without his usual haughty mask. Ron instinctively reached out and placed his hand on Hermione’s arm, silently pleading for caution while discomfort and empathy played across his face. Hermione gently brushed his hand away, her touch firm yet tender. She focused on Draco, her expression softening with quiet understanding as she recognised a reflection of their own hidden pain and lost hope in him.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡv0KlgBqYkF
Despite her own uncertainties, Hermione approached Draco with calm determination. She deliberately closed the distance, careful not to startle him. In the hush, she listened to Draco’s uneven breaths and watched his stiff, trembling shoulders, clearly strained by pent-up emotion. Hermione paused a few steps from him, her gaze intent as she searched his hunched figure for any sign of openness or resistance. The exhaustion the war had wrought showed in every detail—he hugged his knees tightly, messy hair curtained his pale face, and a faint tremor ran through his slight frame.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiwnf5zP45D
Hermione exhaled hesitantly and eased herself down onto the floor beside Draco, making the cold wooden boards creak under her weight. She paused, hovering her hand between them, then gently placed her palm on Draco’s back. She kept her touch delicate, aiming not to overwhelm him—a quiet gesture of comfort and understanding. She felt the tension in his muscles and sensed his grief trembling beneath her fingertips through his robes. Although she couldn’t find the words, Hermione offered a steady warmth simply by being there, silently reassuring Draco that he was not alone in his sorrow, even in that dim, forgotten corner of the shop.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDZQA5KY7tn
Hermione’s touch made Draco recoil; he instinctively pulled away from her attempt to comfort him. He tensed his entire body, stiffening the muscles in his back beneath her gentle hand, as though her compassion sharpened the edge of his grief. Pain and confusion flickered across his pale face, and for a moment, he met her gaze—his blue eyes wide and vulnerable—before he pulled away, building invisible walls around himself once more. Hermione noticed his discomfort and quietly stepped back, concern and regret etched on her face.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPGSfCY1B97
Draco sprang to his feet without warning, and frantic, barely contained fury vibrated in his every movement. He cast a spell at a nearby bookcase, unleashing explosive magic that sent the bookcase crashing to the floor with a thunderous bang. Books flew chaotically as leather-bound volumes and torn tomes rained down, pages opening in a burst of dust and paper. Frustration gripped Draco as he lowered his gaze, his shoulders trembling while he fought to keep his anger in check. His chest heaved unevenly, sweat beading on his forehead as he struggled to stay in control. He clenched his fist so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and he quickly brushed a tear from his cheek with a shaky hand. ‘This fucking war…’ he murmured, his voice thick with emotion; each word weighed down by grief, helplessness, and simmering rage.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbou68Eze5P
Ron’s face betrayed his exhaustion at Draco’s words; his freckled skin had turned unusually pale, and shadows beneath his eyes spoke of countless sleepless nights marked by grief and anxiety. Sorrow made his shoulders wilt, and his hands trembled, betraying how close he was to breaking. ‘I know how you feel,’ he said, glancing at Draco, his eyes welling with tears. He leaned heavily against the bookcase, letting his back thud softly against the rough wood, despair overwhelming him and rendering him momentarily powerless.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcfDljkz6Fv
Draco sharply turned to Ron, his frustration evident. He snapped, ‘What do you know, Weasel!?’ His words came out sharp and tinged with grief. He tightened his jaw, tensed the muscles in his neck, and locked his blue eyes onto Ron’s face, letting pain and simmering anger vibrate through him. He curled his fingers into his palms so tightly that his knuckles whitened, and he gasped in quick, ragged breaths. The harsh remark, filled with bitterness and desperation, showed how deeply distressed Draco felt, as if he sought comfort or answers in a confrontation he could barely control.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnm4kaYTICt
Draco’s sudden outburst made Ron flinch, the old nickname unexpectedly painful to hear. Ron struggled to keep his composure as his voice faltered. ‘Fred… was killed… during the battle…’ he managed, his words catching in his throat and each syllable feeling like a physical strain. Ron gripped the bookcase with trembling hands and white knuckles, fighting to steady himself against the rising tide of grief. His eyes glistened with unshed tears, reflecting heartbreak and his effort to stay strong. Pain etched itself clearly across Ron’s face. Fred’s death had carved a deep wound in him, making words fall short—his grief seeped into every part of his posture: he slumped his shoulders, dropped his gaze, and let his fists tremble. He set his jaw stubbornly, but still, vulnerability shone in his watery eyes.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5ABOhtBCob
Draco’s anger faded almost immediately to be replaced by a profound, empty sadness. He slackened his jaw, wavered in the fierce set of his mouth, and allowed the fight to drain from him. He avoided Ron’s gaze, shook his head, and softly whispered, ‘Shit… I didn’t know,’ his voice faint and weighed down by guilt and helplessness. 45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBFBJFCpqFP
Frustration suddenly overwhelmed Draco, surging up from his profound misery. He jerked forward and slammed his fist against the bookcase, sending the sound ringing out through the quiet library. Draco stiffened his shoulders, tension visible as he held his emotions in check, then turned his back on the others, withdrawing into himself. He let his gaze drift to the window, searching the dull, grey light for comfort but finding none—only a world as cold and unforgiving as the one inside him. He demanded, ‘What the hell is the point of all this?’ His voice, thick with pain, confusion, and a desperate search for meaning, exposed the rawness of his grief. He shed his usual composure and revealed the aching boy inside. They remained quiet for a few moments, each person grappling with worries and regrets, exhaustion and anxiety etched into their faces. 45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbSRWk32XND
Draco muttered, ‘Shit,’ his voice taut with annoyance as he shattered the silence. He kicked a battered book lying among the debris, sending it tumbling across the floor with a dull thud.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdr5x5uzpOR
Hermione noticed Draco’s changed demeanour and spoke softly, her worry clear. ‘What?’ she asked, watching his crestfallen face. She reached out, hesitating between offering comfort and respecting the pride he often guarded.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmDjsgnBANL
Draco glared at the ruined bookshop, his face clearly showing frustration and disappointment. Torn books and scraps of parchment littered the floor, evidence of their frantic search. Shelves leaned at odd angles; some stood empty, while others overflowed with neglected items. Draco clenched his fists at his sides, muscles taut as he battled his rising anger. ‘It’s not here,’ he muttered, his words heavy with restrained fury threatening to erupt. ‘Of course, it fucking isn’t. Dumbledore would never make it that easy,’ he snarled, raking a shaky hand through his hair and sending strands tumbling over his forehead. Realising they had hit another dead end, Draco clenched his jaw, his eyes burning with anger and helplessness as the enormity of their task grew ever more daunting.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHYrXmln9IO
Ron furrowed his brows in puzzlement; the sharp tone in Draco’s voice unsettled him, prompting him to shift uncomfortably. He cautiously stepped closer, showing both his uncertainty and his determination to understand what Draco meant. ‘Malfoy, what do you mean?’ he asked, his voice strained with frustration as he crossed his arms defensively.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuqqii2klmQ
Frustration surged through Draco as he clenched his fists tightly at his sides, the mounting anger clear on his face. He locked his icy blue eyes on Ron and snapped, ‘The riddle...’, each word sharp and laced with irritation. He growled lowly, his roughened voice brimming with anger and disappointment, and admitted, ‘I was wrong.’ Emotion trembled in his words, threatening to break his self-control. Overwhelmed by the storm of feelings, Draco seized a nearby book, gripping it so tightly his knuckles went white, and hurled it across the cramped room. The book struck the far wall and tumbled to the floor with a loud thud.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQPlMaCsko2
Hermione approached Draco with care, moving slowly and deliberately as though she might startle a wounded creature. Gently, she asked, ‘So, do you have an idea where it might be?’ She kept her gaze steady, watching his every movement as he kicked another book in frustration. The battered book spun across the floor and came to a stop against a pile of crumpled parchment. Hermione recognised the anger radiating from him—hotter and more volatile than she had ever witnessed, his entire body rigid with tension, like a storm on the verge of breaking. Hermione realised his intense gestures of anger served as a fragile defence against the overwhelming pain inside him. With this understanding, Hermione’s heart softened with sympathy. She recognised that Draco needed to release his emotions, letting them flow out like a violent tide before he could regain focus on their crucial search. She remained by his side, offering gentle but firm support—her presence silent, yet ready whenever he chose to accept it.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjwPklCOoBX
Draco stared out the window in silence, his thoughts clearly elsewhere. He kept his arms crossed tightly, bracing himself against the storm raging inside. Outside, the world mirrored his sombre mood—raindrops slid down the glass, blurring the cobbled street beyond and reflecting Draco’s confusion. Hermione watched him closely, holding her breath as she waited to see if he would respond or continue brooding. She noticed his jaw clench and soften, the slight tremble in his shoulders as he wrestled with unspoken feelings, and the distant, searching look in his blue eyes. That look seemed to reach for hope beyond a horizon lost in uncertainty.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrjs4GuFVhH
Draco drew himself away from the bleak scene outside the window. He addressed Hermione in a low yet urgent voice, ‘Granger, read the riddle again, but slowly.’45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEF9UMjXrDM
Hermione reached into her beaded bag and pulled out Dumbledore’s letter with a trembling hand. She unfolded the parchment, her eyes searching for the line that haunted their thoughts. Spotting the riddle, Hermione paused, drew a steady breath before reciting it, ‘“You will find it in the heart of danger, but stealth and cunning must be applied to your search.”’ Draco brusquely and urgently raised his hand, interrupting her mid-sentence. Hermione’s gaze nervously shifted from Draco’s raised hand to the unresolved lines of the riddle.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0ZIbqgBeSc
Draco furrowed his brow, wrestling with the riddle’s cryptic message. ‘We need to find the most dangerous place in the Wizarding World right now,’ he said, his voice steady yet urgent. ‘What’s next?’ he asked, turning to Hermione with a quietly assertive tone.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpEQoukFGJk
Ron stepped closer to Hermione as she concentrated, and her fingers shook slightly as she gripped the parchment. She drew a breath and spoke, ‘“Concealed in a dwelling you know well, unseen from those outside the law, but in plain sight.”’ Hermione lifted her gaze from the letter, her hazel brown eyes searching Draco’s face for any sign of comprehension.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKyBdICAD31
Ron thought hard, furrowing his brow as he tried to decipher the clue. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other and traced idle patterns on the dusty floorboards with the toes of his trainers, his nervousness apparent. ‘Could it be a place hidden from Muggles?’ he asked hesitantly, hope flickering in his voice. Pausing for a moment, he tucked his hands under his arms and added, ‘Maybe only those involved with the law, like Aurors, can access it?’45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡo61MpcaEeE
Draco shot Ron a sharp, meaningful look—an unspoken admission that, despite his dislike, Ron’s reasoning made sense. He briefly allowed recognition to flicker in his blue eyes before quickly masking it by pressing his lips into a thin, stubborn line, unwilling to give Ron the satisfaction of a verbal nod. Fixing Hermione with a direct look, Draco adopted a brisk and urgent tone as he asked, ‘And the last part?’45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4PcMz817tO
Hermione fixed her gaze back on the letter, meticulously scanning the final lines. ‘“It is farthest away from its home; next to the closest thing, it has to a complete opposite.”’ Hermione raised her head, a thoughtful frown etched across her brow as she pondered the meaning, her hazel eyes shining with curiosity and a hint of apprehension. ‘The riddle must mean the book is on the wrong shelf,’ she speculated aloud, her voice gaining clarity and confidence as she worked through the problem. ‘It will be beside something that is the complete opposite of Time Travel,’ she concluded, sweeping her gaze over the cluttered shelves full of books and artefacts in search of a clue. Draco, absorbed in thought, nodded slowly, his expression distant as he stared into the shifting shadows, showing he followed her reasoning.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡy3Lp8SKhhl
Draco touched his chin thoughtfully and narrowed his eyes, quietly murmuring the riddle. He darted his gaze over the disordered shelves, searching the worn spines and scattered papers for answers. Suddenly, confidence lit up his blue eyes as understanding flashed across his face, shifting his expression from puzzled to determined. He set his lips firmly, turned to face Ron and Hermione with renewed self-assurance, and announced, ‘I know where it is,’ his voice brimming with conviction. Without hesitation, Draco strode quickly through the cramped shop and grabbed his satchel in one smooth motion.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbebO44zjdv
Hermione cut through Draco’s assuredness, her voice strained and confused. ‘What? Where?’ she asked urgently, instinctively grabbing her beaded bag and gripping the familiar fabric tightly, ready to act. Worry and resolve flashed in her hazel eyes as she searched Draco’s face for any clues. The tremor in her fingers revealed her inner tension, balancing on the edge of action while desperately seeking clarity.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyZ3N5JUhyB
Draco turned to Ron without warning and sharply asked, ‘Weasley, where do you think the most dangerous place in the Wizarding World is right now?’ Draco fixed his sharp gaze on Ron, narrowing his blue eyes with impatience and expectation, as though he demanded not just an answer but a revelation. 45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhVfELQGE6w
Ron’s eyes widened in shock, raising his ginger brows when Draco singled him out. He stared at Draco, momentarily speechless and stunned, his cheeks flushing. After pausing briefly, he met Draco’s intense, expectant gaze, letting a hint of defiance flicker in his blue eyes. He crossed his arms in a stubborn, protective gesture and scowled, revealing his reluctance and certainty. His voice trembled with nerves as he said, ‘I would say the Ministry of Magic.’45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡc7cln7ge9M
With a confident smirk, Draco announced, ‘Ding, ding, ding, we have a winner!’45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡN4mUQRO5WJ
Hermione fixed Draco with an incredulous stare, struggling to comprehend his suggestion that the book was hidden inside the Ministry of Magic. ‘You can’t be serious,’ she said, her voice trembling with disbelief and bordering on panic. A shiver ran through her as she grasped the implications, and she instinctively hugged her arms tightly. She furrowed her brow and pressed her lips into a stubborn line, her posture signalling her resistance to the idea. Arms still crossed with determination, she argued, ‘Dumbledore wouldn’t hide it somewhere so dangerous,’ her tone growing sharper. She steadfastly refused to accept the possibility that they might need to enter the Ministry—the most dangerous and uncertain place in the Wizarding World. Her rigid posture revealed her fear and perseverance as she tried to reason through a situation that defied logic and safety.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyuNUPZsyRP
Disbelief flashed in Draco’s eyes as he looked at Hermione. ‘Do you even know Dumbledore?’ he asked, astonishment thick in his voice. He gestured dramatically, spreading his fingers wide, as if summoning the long list of dangers they had endured under the headmaster’s watch. ‘You say he wouldn’t put it in the most dangerous place, after the “Golden Trio” went through seven years of bullshit with barely a reaction from him?’ Draco said, his voice laced with frustration and bitter humour. He slowly shook his head and let a sceptical scowl settle on his face, making it clear he thought Hermione’s trust in Dumbledore was naïve.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCPCQcLI2HO
Hermione hesitated. ‘I…’ She closed her eyes, accepting defeat as reluctant agreement drained the fight from her. Her shoulders sagged, and she let her usually active hands hang limp at her sides, fingers clutching her robes for reassurance. A blush crept up her neck, revealing her shame and frustration as she bowed her head and avoided meeting Draco’s gaze. For a moment, her sharp mind—usually her armour against fear—could not protect her, leaving her looking young and vulnerable before the undeniable truth.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqLlI1HwJwI
Hermione actively recalled all the times Dumbledore’s mysterious guidance had left them exposed, such as the perilous Triwizard Tournament tasks, the foreboding darkness of the Forbidden Forest, and the silent, threat-laden corridors of Hogwarts. She drew a shaky breath and lifted her watery eyes to meet Ron’s and Draco’s. Her look quietly accepted the truth, but a spark of resolve remained. She acknowledged the harsh reality in Draco’s words: Dumbledore had repeatedly left them to face incredible dangers on their own. They encountered mortal threats and narrowly escaped death many times, yet the headmaster chose to stay conspicuously absent. Even during the chaos at the Department of Mysteries, Dumbledore only appeared after Voldemort arrived, leaving them to face the worst unaided, intervening only at the final moment, arriving too late to prevent the trauma and heartbreak. The memory of the Department of Mysteries came to her clearly—the chaos, the screams, the frantic battle for survival as spells ricocheted through the shadows, and the stinging pain of loss. These traumatic experiences pressed heavily on Hermione, making her confront the reality that they often had to survive without support. Hermione forced herself to face the conflict between her urge to defend the man she admired and the necessity of accepting the undeniable facts.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9s6NFolCym
Ron quietly muttered a curse and shot Hermione a quick, sideways glance. With frustration and reluctant acceptance roughening his voice, he whispered, ‘You know he’s right, Hermione.’45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfsoHYvRgn3
Hermione sighed, her frustration clear as she fixed Draco with a cold, steady look. She sharply drew in and released each breath, barely restraining her irritation, and the tension in her jaw revealed her impatience with his boldness. Tapping her fingers against her sleeve in a steady rhythm, she then crossed her arms firmly over her chest, taking up a defensive yet unwavering stance. Although her logical mind questioned the absurdity of Draco’s suggestion, she could not ignore the harsh truth in front of them. She remained sceptical about the plan, yet she nodded reluctantly, recognising its importance. She asked sharply, ‘So, what’s your method for getting us into the Ministry?’ Her narrowed eyes fixed on Draco, as if she intended to uncover any hidden motives. She added, ‘And where would the book be? There isn’t a library there,’ her tone laced with disdain and suspicion.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWyDsJSLZBa
Draco lifted his shoulders with deliberate calm, radiating quiet determination. ‘I’ll take us in. A friend authorised me to Apparate there, and neither Lucius nor the Dark Lord is aware of it,’ he said calmly, his tone confident and secretive. Slinging his satchel over his shoulder with quick, precise movements, he signalled his readiness.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡReH5zjLAMU
Ron stepped forward, tightening his lips with unease as he contemplated moving through a Ministry now crawling with Death Eaters. He shifted uncomfortably, fidgeting with his hands at his sides in an attempt to conceal his mounting dread. Soft but firm, his voice broke the tense silence between them. ‘And what about the book?’ he asked anxiously.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDkvLWdqz8B
Draco held himself with calm confidence and said, ‘The Department of Magical Law and Enforcement.’ He kept his voice steady and almost nonchalant, as if he commented on the weather rather than describing the dangerous heart of the Ministry. ‘When I last visited, the Death Eaters had already seized control, and magical creatures roamed freely.’ A serious undertone ran beneath his casual words, showing that he understood the risks lurking past those walls. He crossed his arms firmly and stood with determined resolve, as if he had already rehearsed this battle many times in his mind. For a moment, his gaze swept towards the battered door, and he imagined the twisting corridors, masked patrols, and prowling beasts that now filled the Ministry. Despite the heavy burden, Draco maintained his composure as he said, ‘We’ll need to navigate through them. But I have a plan.’45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8Vax1wUiYw
Ron pressed a hand to his brow in frustration and asked, ‘Malfoy, what exactly is your plan?’ Exasperation coloured his voice, as though he anticipated yet another wild scheme. Ron’s tired, nervous eyes flicked uncertainly between Draco and Hermione. He shifted his stance and crossed his arms tightly, as if trying to shield himself from a growing sense of dread.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsRmcPG8Eks
Ron received a confident smirk from Draco, who curled his lips with a swagger that nearly tipped into arrogance. ‘We’ll get in, don some Death Eater robes, and blend in as if we belong,’ Draco said, crossing his arms firmly over his chest. He shifted his stance, adopting a posture that exuded deliberate nonchalance, as though infiltrating enemy territory was just another routine task.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡG6YuvjusXQ
Ron stared at Draco in disbelief, his scepticism plain for all to see. He furrowed his brows and pressed his lips into a tight line, openly incredulous as he met Draco’s gaze. For a fleeting moment, conflicting emotions flickered in Ron’s blue eyes—frustration, anxiety, and a faint glimmer of exhausted hope—before settling into wary disbelief. He shook his head slowly, jaw clenched as if restraining protests, and in a rough, doubtful voice tinged with fatigue, he asked, ‘You really think that will work?’45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOHusUZJYop
Hermione fixed Draco with fiercely intense eyes, her brows arching in defiance, lips pressed into a thin, determined line. ‘You’re unbelievable, Malfoy,’ she said, shaking her head in disbelief. She stiffened her posture and crossed her arms tightly to shield herself from further betrayal. ‘How can we trust this isn’t a scheme for you to regain favour with You-Know-Who?’ she demanded, her words direct and biting.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7bEYjJBCde
Anger flashed in Draco’s eyes as he glared at Hermione. ‘Oh, so Dumbledore just included me in his letter, and I elaborately planned my mother’s and Snape’s deaths simply to regain the Dark Lord’s favour?’ he hissed, his usually pale cheeks now flushed with anger. The accusation stirred a deep personal rage; the tendons in his neck stood out, and a slight tremor ran through his clenched fists, hinting at his struggle to stay calm. Sorrow made his voice waver, each word heavy with the pain of his losses. Draco pressed his lips into a thin, trembling line, clenched his jaw in defiance. He met her gaze with bitter resolve, making it clear he would not tolerate any doubts about his loyalty or motives.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIqZUIXipeQ
Regret flickered across Hermione’s face as she closed her eyes, guilt briefly crumpling her features. Her shoulders fell and she drew a shaky breath, the tension in her posture giving way to visible self-reproach. She avoided meeting Draco’s intense gaze, unable to confront the emotions she had provoked. In a trembling whisper, she said, ‘I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—’ her words faltering under the weight of guilt as she pressed her lips together, fighting to contain her regret.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡym55l1Mh62
Draco narrowed his eyes and fixed Hermione with a fierce glare, anger sparking in his icy blue gaze. ‘Don’t assume you know anything about me, Granger. I’m not scheming; remember, my life is also in danger,’ he retorted sharply, resentment sharpening his tone. The accusation hit him hard, and he hunched his shoulders as he tried to shield himself from further blame. Bitterness and vulnerability coloured his words, each one clipped precisely, making it clear how much Hermione’s doubt stung him. He quickly averted his gaze, scowling at the floor as pride and pain hardened his face. A flush crept up his neck, and he tightened his jaw in stubborn defiance. Draco muttered fiercely, ‘If I didn’t have to work with you, I’d leave you to rot.’ The words escaped before he could think, sounding more raw than he intended.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡv9CzLkCjyY
Hermione felt her regret intensify with every passing second. More than anything, she wished she could take back what she had said, fighting to suppress her instinct to lash out whenever she felt pressured or afraid. She battled the urge to retreat and hide from her mistakes, yet her determination to make amends pushed back. In that painful moment, she silently vowed to control her speech and temper, promising herself not to let anger break the fragile trust between them again.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ162ICCjMYv
Ron reeled at Hermione’s blunt accusation, which struck him like a sudden storm on a clear day. Though his own doubts about trusting Draco lingered—memories of past betrayals flickering unbidden—he had never truly considered that Draco might actually intend to deliver them to Voldemort. The unsettling thought sent a cold shiver through him. For a brief moment, Ron’s freckled face lost its colour and his jaw tightened as he anxiously looked between Hermione and Draco, searching for any signs of hidden motives or silent warnings. His heart pounded in his chest, and he let the silence stretch taut while he grappled with the possibility of betrayal lurking so close. Doubt began to nudge at his thoughts, transforming pure mistrust into uncertainty. Even so, he let a stubborn determination take root—fuelled by memories of past battles and the challenges he had overcome. Whatever obstacles arose—betrayal, danger, or darkness—Ron resolved to face them alongside Hermione or not at all.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXGdzRWtofR
Draco held his stern expression, still smarting from Hermione’s accusation. He kept his blue eyes steady and stubborn; only a flicker of pain showed in their depths, despite his effort to appear indifferent. He pressed his lips together tightly, with a slight tremor at the corners betraying his struggle to maintain his composure. ‘If you’re done with the false accusations, let’s go,’ he finally said, his tone sharp, though a reluctant readiness to move on was apparent. He flicked his gaze briefly to Hermione, searching her face for any sign of further blame, then tightened his jaw and looked away.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGECzS52QWh
Without waiting for a response, Draco strode towards Hermione and Ron, clenching his jaw in determination. Suddenly, he seized both their arms with a firm, unwavering grip. Hermione felt his fingers digging into her sleeve, an icy certainty in his touch sending a cold shiver up her spine, while Ron instinctively tensed as Draco tightened his hold on his forearm. Their eyes met for a moment—Hermione’s brimming with regret, Ron’s shadowed by doubt, and Draco’s ablaze with a wounded resolve that refused to break. Draco acted before either could protest or grasp what was happening. He twisted his wrist swiftly, causing the world to shift abruptly—the floor vanished beneath them, and a sudden, crushing force stole their breath. A sharp, echoing POP sounded as the three disappeared.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbZ15T9l42t
Elrond fixed his gaze on Frodo, Sam, and Harry as they walked in the courtyard below, observing them from his position on the balcony. Frodo now walked with quiet confidence rather than defensive hunching, his steps careful but assured. Sam kept close beside him, staying alert and watching, his face reflecting both concern and hope. Harry, standing just behind, absorbed every detail of the Elven sanctuary with curious eyes. Elrond’s sharp observation caught the faint blush returning to Frodo’s cheeks, the renewed determination flickering in his eyes, and the subtle easing of tension in his movements. He quietly remarked, ‘His strength returns,’ his voice calm yet unmistakable, as he drew on his experience in watching for signs of recovery and relapse to note Frodo’s improved demeanour and movements.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ21kYhyoJRL
Gandalf nodded and joined Elrond, his face sombre as he observed Frodo. ‘That wound will never fully heal. He will carry it for the rest of his life.’ Gandalf kept his eyes fixed on the young Hobbit, empathy and regret shadowing his gaze. Watching Frodo move through the courtyard below, Gandalf let his shoulders sag, the knowledge of Frodo’s enduring pain weighing heavily on him.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOyft1Yed2i
Elrond regarded Frodo with admiration and concern, his thoughtful gaze actively recognising the Hobbit’s achievements and the risks he faced. His sharp, perceptive eyes seemed to pierce straight into Frodo’s soul, directly assessing the toll of the journey and the unseen scars left by carrying the Ring. Elrond lightly gripped the balcony rail, his fingers subtly tightening as he contemplated Frodo’s endurance. ‘Yet, to have come so far still bearing the Ring… the Hobbit has shown extraordinary resilience to its evil,’ Elrond said wistfully, frowning as he considered Frodo’s path.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyyCU5qSdLZ
Gandalf strode away from the balcony with clear resolve. He made his way to Elrond’s desk, where maps and parchment lay scattered, carrying the faint scent of old ink. Gandalf placed his hand on his staff and gripped the smooth, weathered wood firmly, drawing strength from it. Gandalf said firmly, ‘It is a burden he should never have had to bear,’ his tone tinged with sorrow and conviction. He spoke calmly, but every syllable revealed how much Frodo’s quiet suffering pained him. He added gently but firmly, ‘We can ask no more of Frodo,’ and looked at Elrond, silently pleading for understanding. At that moment, Gandalf’s posture and face showed he understood the tremendous toll the dangerous journey had already taken on the young Hobbit, and he stood ready to protect Frodo from any further burdens.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRMJD6WGNYR
Elrond’s brow furrowed deeply. ‘Gandalf, the enemy is moving. Sauron’s forces are massing in the East. His eye is fixed on Rivendell. And Saruman, you tell me, has betrayed us. Our list of allies grows thin,’ Elrond announced solemnly, each word urgent with meaning. He strode purposefully to his desk and fixed Gandalf with an intense, concerned gaze filled with determination. He gripped the desk’s edge tightly, his knuckles whitening as he braced himself against the storm of uncertainty, his posture remaining straight and unwavering.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtlbznsm1s9
Gandalf closed his eyes briefly, grave concern shadowing his face as he said, ‘His treachery runs deeper than you know. By foul craft, Saruman has crossed Orcs with Goblin Men...’ Gandalf looked up at Elrond, horror and urgency clear in his eyes—a silent plea for Elrond to grasp the seriousness of the threat. He paused, gripping his staff more tightly as if bracing himself against the surge of dark knowledge. ‘He’s breeding an army in the caverns of Isengard. An army that can move in sunlight and cover great distances at speed. Saruman is coming for the Ring,’ Gandalf said, his voice tinged with anxiety as he drew a deep breath. Gandalf’s voice wavered just slightly, exposing his dread at the prospect of such a powerful force threatening Middle-earth.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOvVJyLZZcu
Elrond asked, his voice blending hope with weariness, ‘What of these others you have assured are coming to our aid?’45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNj5NJCSeOq
Gandalf briefly closed his eyes and gathered his thoughts. ‘I have set them some tasks which they need to complete before they can come here. He is protecting her as she is the catalyst for their arrival,’ he said softly, letting his gaze drift toward the distant horizon beyond the balcony windows.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqtunTqlMGr
Elrond squinted in surprise and turned sharply to Gandalf. ‘One of them is a woman?’ he asked, stunned by this news, his gaze intense. Shock tightened his usually calm face as his brows furrowed. For a moment, uncertainty flickered across his features, his lips moving as if to ask more.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ48v5lFq9YJ
Gandalf held Elrond’s intense gaze with unwavering determination, keeping his eyes steady and filled with quiet conviction. ‘Yes, a very powerful one. I ask that she be treated with respect,’ he said earnestly.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ87bq6cGQRi
Amusement flickered in Elrond’s eyes, a rare brightness that softened his typically solemn face. He let a subtle smirk appear as he raised an elegant eyebrow and pondered Gandalf’s sincere request. Tilting his head slightly, he asked in a light, amused tone, ‘What form of respect does she demand? Is she royalty?’45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRww5MCzKW4
Gandalf briefly paused as he considered Elrond’s question. ‘In a manner of speaking...’ he murmured, his hand tightening on his staff. Elrond’s surprise at Gandalf’s confession showed clearly as he shot a startled look towards the wizard. He scrutinised Gandalf closely with sharp, unwavering Elven eyes, as though he heard every word at full volume. Gandalf summoned his courage and straightened, his face set in seriousness but with a gleam of resolve in his eyes. ‘She is to be treated equally with Harry. She will be under my care, and I accept full responsibility,’ he declared, his voice remaining calm but commanding.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3COKWPNj70
Elrond fixed Gandalf with a stern, concerned gaze. ‘And what of the Council? Do you assume our guests will hail her?’ he asked tersely, infusing his tone with doubt and seriousness.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkRiac0724Z
Gandalf darkened his expression at the Elf Lord’s suggestion. A shadow swept across his features, and the lamplight briefly dimmed in response to his intense mood. He flashed his stormy blue eyes—formidable and steady—as he locked gazes with Elrond in a challenge that brimmed with authority and emotion. ‘No, I am well aware that the presence of a woman among us will likely lead to considerable discord, particularly among the Menfolk. However, that is beside the point,’ he said firmly, deepening his frown as he met Elrond’s gaze. Gandalf tightened the lines around his mouth, set his jaw with resolve, and gripped his staff so tightly that his knuckles turned white, grounding himself against the tempest of old prejudices and uneasy traditions haunting Rivendell’s revered halls and Middle-earth as a whole. ‘What truly matters is that she must be afforded the same respect as myself. She is to be revered, not merely tolerated.’45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSQHPfBxEOe
Gandalf caught Elrond’s curious gaze as the Elf Lord tilted his head slightly. Elrond maintained an air of calm, but his alertness was unmistakable. ‘Who is she, exactly?’ he asked, his tone steady yet edged with intensity that betrayed his deep interest in Gandalf’s mysterious companion. His thoughtful look turned into a rare display of fervour, signalling his eagerness to uncover the truth about this new ally.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3mLxxOXx3e
Gandalf locked eyes with Elrond and maintained calm composure. ‘You will know soon, Lord Elrond, I promise. I need to speak to them upon their arrival, and then you will be informed,’ he said, bowing respectfully.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNtLBgCRPqP
Elrond grew visibly annoyed by Gandalf’s tendency to keep secrets, yet faint amusement flickered in his eyes. The ancient Elf Lord regarded Gandalf with gentle annoyance and a slow-growing respect, shaking his head as a subtle, knowing smirk appeared on his lips. Fixing his sharp blue eyes steadily on Gandalf, he gave a look that allowed no evasion. ‘You and your secrets, Gandalf,’ he said, his voice carrying frustration but also affection.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOXutjei02K
Elrond sharpened his focus on the core issue. Standing straight, he assumed the regal bearing of an Elven Lord and clasped his hands tightly before him, steadying himself amid the swirling uncertainties. ‘These visitors...’ he began firmly, fixing Gandalf with a stern gaze. ‘What is their connection to the Ring?’ he asked, desperate to understand the actual connection between these mysterious guests and the dangerous object threatening to cast the world into darkness.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsixpfkJ23i
Gandalf met Elrond’s gaze steadily. ‘I cannot tell you, yet,’ he said, his words soft but laden with meaning. Elrond’s scowl became more pronounced—he pressed his lips tightly together, and frustration flickered across his face, betraying his impatience. Noticing Elrond’s irritation, Gandalf lifted a reassuring hand and added quickly, ‘But I will in due time.’45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3sSesrOd0C
Elrond showed clear signs of weariness as he sank into his chair. Although the threats to Rivendell weighed on his mind, Elrond nodded, clearly distracted. He divided his attention between the seriousness of the conversation and the significance of their future allies and looming challenges. He shifted his gaze between Gandalf and the shadowed corners of the chamber, letting his thoughts race. Anticipation and anxiety filled the room, and every whisper and distant footstep outside suggested potential change. Elrond tapped his fingers rhythmically on the polished desk and kept his posture upright and regal, though a subtle tension hinted at both apprehension and determination. He drew each breath deliberately, striving to steady himself amid the uncertainty threatening Rivendell. Despite the burden of his duties and the fears that lingered, Elrond held fast, determined to lead his people through the coming darkness.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ708yYcTkn0
‘This evil cannot be concealed by the power of the Elves…’ Elrond proclaimed, letting out a long, heavy sigh, symbolising the centuries he had spent protecting his people from darkness and now exposing the limits of even his great strength. He pressed on in a low but steady voice, ‘We do not have the strength to fight both Mordor and Isengard.’ As he spoke, he gripped the ornate arms of his chair so tightly that his pale knuckles revealed the tension behind his calm façade. Elrond insisted, ‘Gandalf… the Ring cannot stay here,’ and he shook his head with quiet determination. As he settled back in his chair, Elrond reached a difficult yet necessary conclusion about the One Ring’s fate, recognising that Rivendell could not shoulder the risk or responsibility it brought.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAqbDUEarfN
Despair clouded Gandalf’s expression as he heard the distant sound of galloping horses. He strode to the balcony and surveyed the scene below. Riders stormed through the main gate, their horses’ hooves pounding a steady beat against the old stone walls. Men wearing worn armour rode swiftly and purposefully, their banners displaying crests from distant kingdoms. Their determined eyes conveyed urgency despite their fatigue. Battered helmets partly concealed their faces, which reflected grim resolve as they skilfully guided their horses.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRjVx1fNn3Y
The group of Elves moved with flowing, almost otherworldly grace, trailing elegantly as their green and gold clothing caught the final light of day. They blended effortlessly with the soft evening breeze, crossing the courtyard in perfect unity as their silken hair and slender cloaks trailed behind them. The Elves kept their faces calm, and their sharp eyes quietly observed everything, remaining attentive as guardians of ancient knowledge.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjHHe9UnY2g
The Dwarves marched onto the scene with a commanding presence and unwavering purpose. They wore sturdy mail and earth-toned clothing, advancing together in perfect unity as their boots hammered a steady rhythm against the flagstones. Each Dwarf proudly displayed the symbols of their lineage—braided beards, gleaming axes resting on broad shoulders, and eyes that burned with the fierce determination of their race. Though not tall, they radiated strength and silently pledged their steadfast loyalty through their arrival.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡF5lH1vFXD9
Gandalf stood at his high vantage point, watching as the three groups gathered in the courtyard below. The assembly, varied in form and culture, carried a strong sense of expectancy—an anticipation that Gandalf keenly felt, as the future of Middle-earth drew these unlikely allies together beneath Rivendell’s watchful stars.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkWdUU01Co8
Gandalf tracked the sky, noting the precise timing of each arrival. Violet and gold wisps streaked the horizon as daylight faded into night. The calm air broke only when the breeze rustled the leaves. In the courtyard below, each group moved in perfect coordination, arriving as though an unspoken rhythm guided them. Gandalf’s sharp gaze swept from the distant mountain peaks to the torches lining Rivendell’s walls, observing every detail—the fluttering banners, the shining armour, and the focused expressions on the riders’ faces. ‘Precisely on time, as expected,’ he murmured, a sense of satisfaction in his voice as he admired how fate and intention came together.
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