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A/N: First off, I found a Sindarin translator online, which I am using for Elvish translations, but I have no idea how accurate it is, so I’ll apologise in advance if something doesn’t add up. I just wanted to make my story as authentic as possible instead of just using italics.
Secondly, on with the chapter! I hope you all enjoy, and please leave me a review to let me know how I’m doing!
As expected, Death Eaters swarmed the Ministry of Magic. They gathered in the grand atrium, moving sharply and purposefully in their dark robes and sinister masks, ready to follow any command. The dark marble floors gleamed under the flickering enchanted ceiling, projecting eerie shadows across the towering golden statues at the centre of the hall. Draco Apparated them into a small alcove behind a column, granting them a brief respite from the nearby chaos. They crouched behind a low, polished stone wall just outside their hiding place, hearts pounding, hoping it would shield them from the watchful Death Eaters and their sweeping wands. From their vantage point, Hermione watched as Death Eaters emerged steadily from magical fireplaces, emerald flames trailing behind them. Others Apparated straight into the atrium with a rush of cold air and noise, swelling the numbers present.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡk2jKCxZreP
Hermione watched as the grim truth settled in: hundreds of witches and wizards had chosen to serve Voldemort. The sheer scale of their numbers overwhelmed her; black-robed figures moved with chilling precision, gripping their wands and displaying ruthless determination in their eyes. Menace filled the air, and every command from the masked Death Eaters bounced sharply off the marble walls. While the Order of the Phoenix fought valiantly and stood firm, they could not match the overwhelming force arrayed against them. The Order’s loyal members appeared as flickering candles in a raging wind—brave, but hopelessly outnumbered by their adversaries. Hermione recognised that the Order stood little chance against such a vast and united enemy, with each foe demonstrating the Dark Lord’s power to manipulate and corrupt.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRI61Z2SUli
Ron shook his head, exhaustion and quiet despair etched across his face. ‘We never stood a chance,’ he said mournfully, sagging his shoulders and staring blankly at the polished stone floor, clenching his hands into fists at his sides.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCEI1ExMVCl
Draco kept his expression serious and gave a solemn nod. He spoke with a soft, heavy voice, ‘No doubt most of the people here were assured of something if they allied with the Dark Lord. Their families would be safe, power, gold…’ As his words faded, he briefly closed his eyes and visibly shivered. Draco’s composure wavered, and for an instant, he appeared haunted, clenching his jaw as if holding back a surge of regret or fear.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3YROa1Gw4a
Voldemort promised security for loved ones, opportunities for wealth, and a taste of power, clearly influencing many to join him. Draco’s tone underscored the power of these rewards to motivate those gathered in the atrium, as they abandoned morality and justice in favour of loyalty. Drawn in by these guarantees, the Death Eaters moved together with robotic purpose, their eyes shining with greed and anticipation. Some clutched tokens or trinkets, displaying proof of their favour, while others exchanged guarded glances that revealed their fears for their families if they failed. The charm of Voldemort’s offers floated in the air, weaving a web of temptation and control that bound each person to the Dark Lord’s will. Beneath their cold, calculated appearances, Hermione sensed their inner struggles—battles between conscience and self-interest, between the fleeting thrill of material gain and the heavy cost of betrayal. The tense atmosphere carried an unspoken understanding that, for most, desperation and the hope that Voldemort’s promises would shield them from his horrors, not true conviction, drove their loyalty.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPshpc19Hut
Hermione whispered, her despair clear in her trembling voice, ‘We would have lost anyway,’ tears shining in her eyes. A faint tremor ran through her as she gripped her wand tightly, her knuckles turning white under the pressure of their dire situation. The cold marble sent chills through her bones, while the distant shouts and hurried footsteps of the Death Eaters made her heart pound, threatening to let her fear take over. Despite her overwhelming emotions, Hermione blinked rapidly, fighting back the tears to clear her vision. She drew a shaky breath and straightened herself as much as the cramped hiding place allowed, determined to stay calm.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ88bM82pZnL
Hermione watched, her doubt rising. The grand atrium, which had once embodied magical society’s order and hope, now stood as a dark battleground teeming with Death Eaters. She scanned the masked faces, each one reminding her of the adversaries they faced and sending a cold, sinking fear through her. The enemy’s numbers stretched seemingly without end, a wave of darkness poised to break upon them. Vulnerability struck her as she realised that she and Harry—just two ordinary magical people—stood dwarfed by the scale of the approaching conflict. She questioned how they could stand against such a formidable foe; with her wand in hand, her own presence seemed almost laughable beside their disciplined ranks.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEOzWz76UyS
Hermione reached up to her neck where the Evenstar hung. She traced her fingers over the delicate pendant, which radiated a gentle warmth, as if it had a life of its own, quietly pulsing with hidden energy. Hermione pondered how these heirlooms—appearing unremarkable yet laden with meaning—could wield the power to defeat the most fearsome Dark Lord ever known. The thought seemed almost fantastical: these overlooked trinkets, lost in the chaos, might hold the key to a battle that would decide the fate of the magical world. Even though she thought it improbable, Hermione could not ignore how vital the heirlooms were. She remained convinced that Sauron wielded power greater than anyone else’s; he constantly overshadowed their actions. He excelled at manipulation and possessed a terrifying talent for controlling others, setting him apart from every adversary Hermione had faced or read about. She saw evidence of his influence everywhere: he had compelled many to serve him, whether by making promises, issuing threats, or using brute force, and all obeyed his silent command. Each Death Eater’s mask and stance displayed Sauron’s invisible grip, their loyalty absolute and their movements calculated, like chess pieces ready to sacrifice themselves for a cause they barely understood but could not escape.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXOy98Qc6Oj
Hermione fought to keep her doubts at bay, even though the effort proved difficult. Rather than allowing thoughts of past setbacks or the surrounding chaos to distract her, she refused to give them her attention, knowing they would only sap her energy and slow her down. Hermione chose to meet each obstacle head-on, facing every difficulty with bravery and resolve. She refused to question their way now, knowing it was pointless; what mattered was that she kept moving forward, step by step, despite all difficulties. Even as fatigue tugged at her and doubts crept into the edges of her mind, she remained convinced that she could not turn back. Although Draco’s recent comments had shaken her confidence and dimmed her hope, she continued to believe that Dumbledore’s plans would guide them through.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgcfYxZlk0x
Draco sighed loudly, startling Hermione out of her troubled thoughts. She immediately turned to him, anxiety etched across her brow and concern plain on her face. ‘What’s wrong?’ she asked, her voice trembling and soft.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhp5QlzRbQd
Draco shook his head at Ron and Hermione as he said, ‘There are a lot more Death Eaters than there were when I was here last.’ He thoughtfully rubbed his chin, deep anxiety clear in the way his eyes flicked over the restless, black-robed crowd filling the atrium. ‘I’m just trying to figure out the best way to pass them unnoticed,’ Draco said softly, his fingers tightening nervously around his wand. ‘Even with a disguise, it’s dangerous,’ he said, a frown growing as he imagined the many ways their plan could fail. Draco wracked his brain for alternatives, recalling secret corridors and hidden nooks as he desperately searched for a plan to buy them time. Even as he tried to appear calm, uncertainty gnawed at him—his jaw trembled and his wary eyes kept moving.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5EQXgscDBK
Ron nervously nodded and fidgeted with the edge of his cloak, trying to steady himself. ‘We need to get to the book. Are there any secret passages leading to the Magical Law and Enforcement offices?’ he asked, his voice shaky. He darted anxious glances through the shifting crowd, his eyes widening as more Death Eaters appeared.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFkbK9irU3m
Draco shook his head, clenching his jaw with determination. He anxiously scanned the grand atrium, searching for any glimmer of hope or a hidden escape. After a tense pause, he said, ‘Nope,’ his voice steady and resolute, making it clear that no secret passages or quick routes led to the offices they desperately needed.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAJxOSLQuz2
Hermione silently clenched her jaw in defiance and adjusted her stance to appear calm, even as her heart pounded with fear. ‘Well, we can’t give up now. Dumbledore is counting on us,’ she whispered, her voice steady despite a slight tremor, as she crossed her arms to shield herself from the cold fear gnawing at her confidence.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpiyXnWCoIa
Draco sighed heavily, exhaustion and fear etched across his face. He let his shoulders sag and allowed a vacant look to flicker in his pale eyes, betraying the turmoil raging within him. Temptation tugged at him to abandon their mission and lose himself in the Ministry’s labyrinth. He pictured himself slipping through dark corridors, heart pounding, searching for a hiding place where chaos could never reach him—a fleeting moment of peace when he could pretend the outside world had vanished. The urge to cast off the burden of responsibility and flee from the grim task ahead almost overwhelmed him, promising a brief, illusory escape.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡF2gB0QhTWP
However, Draco fully understood that he could not escape; invisible chains bound him tightly. Each decision he made carried the shadow of his identity and the knowledge of what awaited him if he tried to flee. He believed that if the Dark Lord’s plan succeeded, he would not survive the week. The sense of inevitability closed in on him, trapping him with not only the enemies gathering nearby but also the consequences of his past actions. Each breath became more difficult, every heartbeat thudded with dread. Yet Draco refused to let fear win. He recognised that running served no purpose—no sanctuary remained—and, after casting a final, resigned glance at Hermione, he straightened his shoulders and braced himself for the dangerous path ahead.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTbuTPrgwPW
Draco kept his tense gaze fixed on the gathering of Death Eaters in the atrium, anxiety tightening his jaw. ‘We need a strategy. Disillusionment Charms won’t work this time,’ he said quietly, his voice heavy with fear. He pointed out several dark, hunched figures among the Death Eaters, their twisted bodies wrapped in tattered shrouds that absorbed what little light there was. These creatures prowled with predatory grace, their long limbs and pallid, glistening skin giving them a sinister, unnatural appearance. Shadows clung to them like a second skin, flickering over their distorted faces and occasionally revealing glimpses of gnarled claws and inhuman, gleaming eyes. Every so often, one lifted its head and sniffed the air, as if it searched for hidden movement, its nostrils flaring with eerie anticipation. ‘Dark creatures. Nasty bastards. The Dark Lord can see through that kind of deception by using them,’ Draco explained, keeping his gaze locked on these disturbing figures, the very sight of them sending a chill down his spine. The presence of these nightmarish sentinels alongside the Death Eaters made the atrium not just crowded but almost impenetrable, intensifying the sense of danger pressing in from all sides.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdqp1GI5UZj
Unease etched across Ron’s face as he nervously watched the dark creatures, his complexion paling and his eyebrows knitting with worry. ‘So, disguises then?’ he whispered, his voice tinged with fear. The prospect of dressing as a Death Eater made him shudder—he could almost feel the rough fabric of those dark robes and imagine the cold, expressionless mask pressing against his skin. Just the thought churned his stomach, prompting another cautious glance at the dark-cloaked figures dominating the atrium. Still, faced with the harsh reality of their predicament and the sea of masked enemies blocking every other path, Ron recognised that they had no other clear options.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡENbleLjNgw
Draco nodded slowly, his face showing apparent resignation. ‘Yes, I believe that is our only option,’ he said, his words filled with reluctant acceptance. He methodically scanned the busy atrium, observing every detail—the shifting crowd of Death Eaters in their identical, threatening robes; the restless movement of dark creatures weaving between masked figures; the murmurs rippling through the crowd. Each movement made him calculate their next steps as he tried to find a safe route through the chaos. He focused on how the Death Eaters clustered in groups, spotting where the crowd thinned near the walls and where shadows offered brief concealment. He let his gaze linger on a side corridor, partially hidden by a large marble column, sensing how the flow of black-robed figures shifted around it and searching for a gap in their patrols. Tension marked Draco’s stance; beneath his calm exterior, he kept his muscles taut, ready to act at the first opportunity. He watched the footsteps, noticing Death Eaters wandering off on errands or summoning others with commanding gestures, and he constantly reassessed their chances. Draco kept his sharp gaze alert for the safest way to reach the storerooms for disguises, missing no detail as each second stretched painfully. At the same time, he balanced their safety against every possible risk.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡX2SU9oixhM
Hermione openly showed her reluctance; she tightened her lips and knit her brow with worry, but she nodded cautiously, uneasy about the plan. A faint flush of anxiety coloured her cheeks as her hand quivered slightly, and she fiddled with her cloak’s clasp. Spotting her hesitation, Draco took a resolute stance and swiftly raised his hood, casting a shadow over his face and concealing his doubt behind a confident exterior. He gave Ron and Hermione a meaningful glance, urging them to do the same. Ron’s hands trembled as he pulled up his hood, his freckles stark against his pale skin, while Hermione moved slowly and deliberately, steeling herself for what lay ahead.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfQJpnHR4Ll
Draco, driven by silent urgency, gestured for them to follow him closely, sweeping his arm low with careful precision. The trio hugged the cold, unforgiving stone wall, the chill seeping through their robes and sharpening their tension. Shadows clung to them, offering only scant protection as they edged along the perimeter of the vast atrium, stepping with deliberate quiet. Hermione’s breath caught as she watched the swirling mass of Death Eaters; the low hum of their threatening voices and the occasional scrape of boots against marble reverberated eerily through the expansive chamber. Each heartbeat thundered in the silence while they made their way towards a narrow corridor to the left, its entrance half-concealed by a towering column and enveloped in darkness.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTtCXDZy4xB
Draco guided them down the secluded, narrow corridor, which shielded them from the bustling atrium. The tight passage granted them a brief respite from the constant threat of exposure. Their hurried footsteps softly echoed on the flagstone, amplifying each sound in the oppressive silence. Draco reached a corner, pressed himself against the cold stone, and searched for nearby Death Eaters. Tension thickened as he craned his neck to peer around the bend, his breath growing shallow. When he spotted no movement from the black-robed figures, he signalled urgently, and they darted past the bend, staying out of sight from anyone in the main hall. Relief washed over them immediately, though it remained fragile; every step deeper into the passage risked their fate, as the dim corridor continued to shelter them, for now.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEnhCq7fS82
Draco breathed a sigh of relief and approached a door on the right side of the corridor. The door’s battered wood and dull brass handle bore the marks of years of frantic use, with faint Ministry sigils still etched into its surface. He ushered Ron and Hermione inside, casting a cautious glance over his shoulder to check whether anyone had followed them. Once they entered, he quietly closed the door, letting the latch click softly into place. 43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2tPdbS5RoN
Draco whispered, ‘Lumos,’ and his wand tip ignited with a gentle silver light, dispelling the shadows that had lingered in every corner. The illumination revealed a cramped storeroom with a low ceiling and narrow space, which nearly suffocated the trio compared to the spacious atrium. Stacks of unopened crates and battered Ministry storage boxes crowded the walls, piled haphazardly; faded labels with strange inventory codes marked some, while others remained unmarked. The scents of old parchment, dust, and a faint hint of cleaning potion filled the air, creating an oddly sterile yet neglected atmosphere. In one corner, a pile of spare Death Eater robes and masks lay crumpled on a splintered shelf, serving as a chilling reminder of the disguises they would have to wear.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡW9Cfavzu4i
Draco whispered, ‘This is a storeroom where they keep the Death Eater uniforms for the recruits,’ his voice barely audible as he studied the cramped shelves. He reached for a high shelf and carefully lowered a set of dark, ominous robes. The coarse, cold material exuded a faint stale musk and the lingering scent of old potion—a persistent reminder of the dark deeds these uniforms had witnessed. He handed the first set to Ron, and then he offered another to Hermione. Taking a set for himself, Draco paused, gazed down at the uniform, and his face hardened; a slight grimace curled his lips as his fingers hesitated over the smooth mask and glossy robes. For a moment, he stood still, memories of past horrors and bitterness flickering across his face—reminders of nights when he had cloaked himself in these robes and carried out orders he could never fully accept. The fabric’s texture seemed to drain warmth from his skin, and the uniform’s empty stare felt almost accusatory, confronting him with ghosts of choices he wished he could forget. Yet, he swallowed his revulsion, gathered the kit, and prepared for what lay ahead.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZDMnUHvtAF
Unease settled over the cramped space as they shed their familiar robes and picked up the crisp, unfamiliar uniforms from the battered shelf. Each of them moved slowly and carefully—Hermione’s hands shook as she fastened the harsh silver clasps at her neck, her brow furrowed with concentration as she tried to steady her nerves. Ron snagged his cloak on his elbow and clumsily wrestled with the heavy black fabric, wincing as the coarse material chafed his skin. Draco, meanwhile, buttoned each fastening with methodical precision, his face set in grim resolve as he focused on the task, determined to ignore the memories the uniform stirred. The hoods fell forward, draping over their faces to cast concealing shadows. They paused, holding their gazes on their own reflections in the faint glow of Draco’s wand—Hermione pressed her lips into a thin line, Ron’s freckles stood out starkly against his pale skin, and Draco’s dark eyes remained unreadable. They gathered themselves for the next stage of their risky mission, acutely aware that their disguise offered their only hope of moving unseen through the perilous Ministry corridors. Wearing the uniforms granted them anonymity, yet also relentlessly reminded them of the roles they must adopt and the dangers that awaited them.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwoJV3cFO7B
Draco scrutinised Ron and Hermione, checking their Death Eater uniforms with care. He adjusted every fold of their heavy black cloaks to perfection, fastened the silver clasps securely at their collars, and made sure the long sleeves hid all traces of their familiar features. Once he confirmed that no stray hair or sign of their identities remained visible, he silently reached for a splintered shelf and handed each of them a plain, bone-white mask. These masks, unnervingly simple, felt smooth and cold in their hands, devoid of markings or warmth, with hollow eye slits and a mouth that offered no comfort or humanity. Draco picked up his own mask, pressed the cool porcelain against his skin, and expertly slid it into place. Instantly, the mask concealed all emotion, hiding his features behind its imposing surface and leaving him with an anonymous, unreadable stare.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzmBKZc2tlo
Ron trembled as he accepted his mask, the icy surface sending a shiver down his spine. He pressed it to his face, and his freckles and worried frown vanished, while everything around him grew muffled and distant—an overwhelming sense of isolation wrapped around him. Hermione paused briefly, apprehension filling her eyes, and then she raised her mask and placed it over her face. The heavy disguise suffocated her; each breath inside the mask came hot and damp, echoing back sharply. They exchanged nervous glances through the black slits, nausea fluttering in their stomachs. Only the quick, shallow breaths behind the porcelain masks reminded them that beneath these sinister disguises, they remained themselves.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7kwFIX8YgU
Draco moved towards the door, tapping his wand lightly against his palm in precise, deliberate motions. As soon as the wand tip made contact with his skin, three bright green spots pulsed on the back of his hand. At the same time, two menacing red dots flared at his fingertips. These magical marks flickered and shifted with almost sentient energy. Draco quickly analysed the signals, his blue eyes flicking downward and narrowing as he whispered, ‘There are no Death Eaters nearby, but they’re close.’ Draco signalled urgently and cautiously for Ron and Hermione to follow him, making his alertness clear. He pressed his body against the door and listened intently for any movement outside. He took a final, steady breath, grasped the handle, and prepared to lead Ron and Hermione into the dangerous hallways, their fate teetering between hiding and discovery. Draco opened the door quietly and scanned the corridor to ensure the path was clear. Once he confirmed it was safe, he stepped out purposefully, moving with precision and deliberation. Ron and Hermione followed swiftly but cautiously, their masked faces unreadable and their footsteps muffled as they walked down the corridor.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFdxiEChCGh
As they arrived back at the Atrium, Hermione’s breath caught in her throat. They encountered a formidable assembly—hundreds of Death Eaters and dark creatures occupied the expansive space, their presence creating an intimidating and oppressive atmosphere. Everywhere, masked faces turned inward, eyes hidden, with stances that either commanded authority or bristled with tense anticipation. Dark silhouettes clustered together, whispering in low, threatening voices, while bulky, deformed creatures prowled at the fringes, their inhuman forms bristling with barely restrained hostility. The sharp caw of a crow-like Inferi perched on a bannister and the deep snarls of two grey-skinned werewolves interrupted the faint hum of conversation. Surrounded by so many enemies, Hermione’s confidence wavered; she struggled to steady herself as she prepared to blend in and carry out their plan.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5qBiX5rgRL
Ron muttered a curse under his breath, sharing Hermione’s thoughts. The low, urgent sound barely rose above the tense hum of the crowded atrium, but the anxiety in his voice made it clear. He shot an apprehensive glance at Draco, his blue eyes wide behind the shadowed mask, and asked softly, ‘Won’t the dark creatures sense we’re not Death Eaters?’43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCnrkO3c4xY
Draco paused, revealing through his expression that Ron’s worry reflected his own unspoken fears. Draco released a quiet sigh and stretched his shoulders, purposefully trying to shake off his unease. The slight, deliberate movement helped him brace against the rising dread. He leaned in so only Ron and Hermione could hear, and whispered, ‘Just stay calm and follow my lead.’ 43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeVAISWuuJA
Ron and Hermione exchanged a quick, unsure look; Hermione furrowed her brow with worry, while Ron tightened his jaw, his muscles tense. Despite their nervousness, they silently chose to trust Draco’s judgement. They took Draco’s advice and blended into the crowd as they moved alongside him. They squared their shoulders and held their heads high, copying the confident swagger of the nearby Death Eaters so they wouldn’t stand out. They walked with slow, natural, and deliberate steps, never rushing or pausing, as if they truly belonged among their enemies. With each step, they reminded themselves to stay calm, fighting the urge to glance nervously at hostile faces or fidget with their disguises. They kept their arms at their sides and tucked their hands within their robes, moving with the composed control expected of Voldemort’s followers. When they caught each other’s eyes, they shared brief, determined glances as they navigated the crowd of dark figures, fully aware that any slip could expose them. 43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtedERIYfMb
As they moved forward, Hermione and Ron quietly observed that none of those around them took any notice. The dark-robed witches and wizards remained distracted, focusing on other matters and ignoring any newcomers. Their masks and robes rendered them almost invisible—just two indistinct figures adrift in the sea of black fabric and silence. As they recognised this, the Gryffindors felt the tension in their shoulders ease, and relief gradually replaced their earlier anxiety.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzzaKPHNeuD
Draco moved silently towards the lifts at the far side of the crowded atrium, purposefully and cautiously. Ron and Hermione stayed just a few steps behind him, with their masks and disguises making them indistinguishable from the surrounding dark figures. The lifts waited at the far end, with their ornate golden gates shimmering in the flickering torchlight, representing both escape and danger. Two Death Eaters guarded the entrance, standing stiff and intimidating. They positioned themselves behind a heavy wooden table—once used by Ministry staff for wand inspections, now serving the regime’s grim control. Deep gouges and stains scarred the battered table, silently testifying to the building’s decline. The guards stood at stiff attention, kept their hands near their wands, and scanned each newcomer with cold eyes, radiating authority and suspicion.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡf2qBqlC02h
Draco let out a soft groan and turned to them. ‘Let me handle this,’ he whispered with clear resolve. He straightened, setting his face with a determined expression and actively channelling the confidence and composure he had often observed in his father. As he rolled his shoulders back, his eyes grew colder and his jaw tightened, transforming him into a near mirror image of Lucius and radiating aristocratic authority. Drawing on his inherited features and the familiar tone of his voice, Draco relied on years spent watching—and sometimes admiring—his father’s commanding presence. He recalled Lucius’s footsteps echoing through grand halls, the force of his commanding stare, and his clipped speech—each memory now serving as a tool. He put those lessons to use, preparing to imitate Lucius convincingly and face the challenge ahead, knowing he must command respect and avoid suspicion in this dangerous masquerade.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnBwoX2GKZg
The Death Eater guards watched Draco, Ron, and Hermione approach, their dark, hooded forms looming in the flickering torchlight. Their polished black masks reflected the grim environment, the eye slits revealing only vigilant stares. The guards immediately stepped forward, their heavy boots thudding dully on the scuffed marble floor as they formed a tight barrier in front of the ornate lift gates. One guard, taller and broader, squared his shoulders and confidently tilted his chin. He fixed an icy stare on the newcomers, keeping his gloved hand near his wand in silent warning. In a cold voice, he cut through the low hum of the atrium, ‘What is your business here?’43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIY1bQFF4fQ
Draco faced the Death Eater guards head-on, keeping his stare cool and indifferent. He stood with the aristocratic confidence he had learned from observing his father, his posture unwavering. He kept his expression perfectly unreadable, lifting his chin just slightly to show his disdain for any challenge to his status. In a calm yet steel-like voice, he declared, ‘My business is my own and that of my two companions,’ and ensured his tone was firm and unarguable. Draco fixed the guards with a cold stare and said, ‘Our Lord has directed me to search the archives for any information about his artefact. Surely, you would not impede me on such an urgent mission.’ He spoke with steady authority—calm and deliberate—as though he expected instant compliance and remained unfazed by the guards’ intimidation. His tone carried an underlying threat, subtly making clear the risks of opposing a Malfoy serving Voldemort. 43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgwdry3X8mr
Draco’s performance amazed Hermione and Ron; they struggled to hide their awe at how convincingly he mimicked Lucius. The resemblance sent chills through them, making them realise how easily Draco could step into his father’s persona when needed. For a moment, Lucius himself seemed to stand before the Death Eater guards, every bit as powerful and commanding as they remembered from their own dark encounters.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡO8O2LfYrTL
The two Death Eater guards glanced at each other, surprise clear at Draco’s commanding presence. Prompt obedience replaced their hesitation; they moved aside and bowed their heads in a formal gesture, their stiff, rehearsed movements showing the respect expected for those with recognised authority in their ranks. One guard, lowering his voice to a soft, apologetic tone, said, ‘Our apologies, Mr Malfoy, we didn’t recognise you. Please proceed.’ He kept his gloved hand near his wand’s hilt, poised for action but cautious, as if wary of causing further trouble. The guard swept forward and opened the golden gate, making its intricate lattice gleam in the flickering torchlight. The hinges squeaked softly, and the resonant clang echoed through the atrium. The hallway stretched out ahead, lined with ornate, wrought-gold grilles. 43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡujBt2ML23l
Draco nodded curtly at the two Death Eater guards, subtly acknowledging their deference with a slight tilt of his chin. He held himself perfectly erect, radiating a cold authority. Without hesitation, he strode forward, leading Hermione and Ron through the ornate golden gate. The guards maintained their stiff stance and immediately began shutting the gate; the heavy metal door swung shut with a loud clang, echoing down the corridor and sealing the trio inside. The barrier clicked firmly into place, ensuring no disturbance. Inside the luxurious, gilded lift, the tense silence of the atrium dissolved into an anxious, enclosed quiet.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5rPIGAVxIw
Draco focused on his task and pressed the button embedded in the lift’s wall, letting his fingers linger on the cool, polished brass. As the mechanism engaged, the trio instinctively grabbed the gold ropes hanging from the ceiling. Each rope felt thick and hefty, its braided fibres smoothed by years of anxious hands and hurried climbs. The friends held their breath, anticipating the unpredictable movements that always came with the Ministry lifts—a wild lurch followed by a sudden rush, as though the building itself tried to shake off its unwelcome passengers.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdTZWIK2f7n
The lift jerked violently backwards as they had anticipated, jolting the trio and throwing them off balance. Draco, Ron, and Hermione gripped the golden ropes tightly, their knuckles turning white while the old mechanism groaned beneath them. Each rough movement shook the walls, making the torchlight above flicker and cast unpredictable shadows across their masked faces. Chains rattled and gears ground loudly in the confined space, merging with the sound of their accelerated breathing. Suddenly, the lift shuddered and shot straight upward, pressing them down and leaving their stomachs queasy.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfV6dUmlE29
Hermione watched Draco as he leaned resignedly against the lift wall. His shoulders, which he usually held with calculated elegance, sagged now from exhaustion and strain. She furrowed her brow in worry and pressed her lips with genuine concern as she stepped closer. With fear on her face, she gently asked, ‘Are you okay?’ She hesitated with her hand at his elbow, torn between reaching out and respecting the fragile composure Draco still clung to in the dim, shifting light.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡF6FcNLUxBX
Draco nodded absently, barely registering the gesture as he kept his thoughts tangled in the aftermath of their intense encounter. ‘It’s hard to impersonate my father,’ he murmured, the strain of maintaining the façade evident in his posture. His voice lost its usual sharpness, sounding almost frayed. Draco sighed tiredly and straightened himself with deliberate effort. He squared his shoulders in an attempt to reclaim the cold composure from moments earlier, though it now felt elusive. Draco gripped the gold rope overhead, his fingers trembling slightly as he tightened his hold. The cool, reassuring rope steadied him in the confined, turbulent space, its thick braids serving as his lifeline. As soon as he secured his grip, the lift jerked sharply to the left, jolting everyone inside. Draco’s knuckles whitened as he held on firmly against the unpredictable sway. The sudden movement pushed Hermione and Ron against the walls, and they caught their breath in surprise. For a moment, the world seemed to tilt, the rattling chains echoing through the marble-walled chamber as Draco quietly resolved to face whatever awaited them.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡciQq48iizC
The lift jolted to a halt at the designated floor, making the trio shudder as the golden gates swung open with a loud clang that echoed down the corridor. The intricate latticework of the gates caught the torchlight, scattering glimmers across the smooth marble threshold and unveiling the grand entrance to the Department of Magical Law and Enforcement. Hidden speakers overhead crackled briefly, and an authoritative female voice filled the space with a formal, rehearsed tone. She spoke with a clipped, impersonal cadence, offering no warmth or friendliness. ‘Welcome to the Department of Magical Law and Enforcement. Please present your wand before entering the department,’ she directed, clearly highlighting the enhanced security measures.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhIPOP6fkrN
Draco rolled his eyes in exasperation and led Ron and Hermione to the next door in the Department of Magical Law and Enforcement. Their footsteps echoed across the polished marble floor, sounding eerie in the empty department. Draco, maintaining his composure, smoothly drew his wand and placed it in the engraved slot beside the door. The slot, set within an elaborate brass panel adorned with runes and the insignia of magical authority, responded instantly when Draco presented his wand. A soft green glow emerged from the slot, casting an ethereal light on the metalwork and reflecting faintly on Draco’s tense face.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKo0Hp2fKFV
A cold, impersonal voice echoed through the silent department as the trio waited, delivering its curt and emotionless message: ‘Thank you for your patience. Work smart, work safe, your future depends on it.’ Hidden speakers projected the steady rhythm, bouncing it off the marble walls and polished floors and stressing the Ministry’s bureaucratic efficiency. A soft mechanical whirr filled the air as the door opened smoothly and deliberately. The hinges released a gentle metallic sigh. Golden light from the hallway spilt across the threshold, lighting their way. The voice echoed with sterile finality as it said, ‘Have a safe and productive day.’ At the same time, the trio entered the Department of Magical Law and Enforcement, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLknFzCxRoo
Draco led Ron and Hermione into a large chamber that evoked a grand hall more than a typical office. The ceiling soared high above them, elegantly arched and supported by polished marble pillars that gleamed in the light. Carefully arranged rows of desks filled the centre, each one stacked with parchment, quills, and enchanted inkpots, their surfaces marked by official scrolls and Ministry seals. The soft buzz of magical typewriters filled the air, and the faint scent of aged paper blended with the subtle aroma of potion ingredients drifting from nearby offices. Offices lined the chamber’s edges, their doors adorned with elaborate plaques listing officials’ titles and ranks. Portraits of stern witches and wizards adorned the walls, their eyes following the trio as they moved through the busy space.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡf3xycMk57E
Draco guided them through the eerily silent environment and stopped at a specific doorway, instantly recognisable by the silver plaque beside it. The plaque caught the faint light, causing the word “Illegal” to stand out in bold, elegant golden script engraved across its surface. ‘Here we are,’ Draco murmured, his voice carrying confidence and a subtle tension. He shot Ron and Hermione a quick, almost playful smirk, then firmly grasped the door handle. His pale fingers wrapped around the polished brass, feeling the cool metal against his grip. His calm briefly faltered as a flicker of uncertainty crossed his eyes. The door stood formidable before them—its surface gleamed in the warm light, edged with delicate filigree and secured by a complex lock.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTTUUo0HSAE
Draco’s eyes flashed with alarm as a piercing siren erupted throughout the chamber. The sharp, urgent noise bounced off the high ceilings, directly signalling a security alert. Red warning lights flickered along the walls as footsteps thundered from the lift, boots clanged, and shouts rang out—people issued commands and prepared spells.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpTebDskIoF
‘Well… shit,’ Draco muttered, his shoulders slumping with fatigue. He gave Ron and Hermione a weary, resigned glance before turning to confront the Death Eaters advancing towards them. Annoyance showed in his clenched jaw and furrowed brow as he took in the seriousness of their predicament.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡC8wNI94tjP
The Death Eaters strode forward, raising their wands and aiming them at different parts of the trio’s bodies. The tips of their wands glowed menacingly, signalling swift punishment should anyone resist. Hooded shadows shrouded their faces as they drew closer, their boots thudding heavily on the marble floor. 43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWDwzKIWw3M
Draco swiftly assessed their opponents and counted only four so far. The Death Eaters exhibited faces marked by cold calculation and barely restrained hostility, their eyes glinting with cruel anticipation. One flicked his wrist dismissively, eager to cast magic, while another sneered at the trio, curling his lips in contempt.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0XK6l3IuID
Draco, Ron, and Hermione kept perfectly still and silent. Adrenaline surged through them, and they dared not move or speak, determined not to provoke the Death Eaters or reveal more enemies. They kept their hands close to their wands beneath their robes, knowing that any sudden movement could trigger disaster. Their muscles tightened, and their breaths grew shallow as they prepared for whatever might happen next.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡotlhLDvZIy
A chilling, almost childlike voice suddenly echoed through the room, shattering the tense silence and instantly alerting all three to its source. The sound rippled mockingly and menacingly across the chamber, its unnatural sing-song tone sending a wave of fear through them. Bellatrix Lestrange, gleeful and expectant, stepped forward towards them. ‘Well, what do we have here?’ she said, her words resonating in the vast hall, each syllable dripping with sadistic amusement. The sound froze the trio in place. The slight tremor in her voice, an unsettling blend of excitement and madness, made the hairs on their necks stand up and confirmed they had drawn the attention of one of the most dangerous witches in the wizarding world.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKCbdNKgbgw
Hermione’s heart hammered with panic as she heard her voice. She instantly recognised it—the same voice that had haunted her since Malfoy Manor, one she desperately wished never to hear again. The memory of Bellatrix’s cruelty surged up; her arm’s jagged scar, a brutal reminder of that ordeal, prickled uncomfortably in response. The scar burned with a cold, phantom pain, as though Bellatrix’s malicious magic reawakened it with her mocking tone. For a moment, Hermione lost her composure and instinctively flinched at the sharp pain, pressing her lips tightly together to conceal any sign of distress. She clenched the folds of her robe until her knuckles whitened, and the tension in her shoulders exposed the storm of emotion beneath her poised exterior. 43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhMSU8ZsU7S
Hermione kept her face composed, steadying her expression with Gryffindor courage while fear gripped her chest. A flicker of defiance crossed her features as she refused to let Bellatrix see her fear—a small victory amid the torment. Internally, she clung to thoughts of escape, aware that her survival hinged on staying calm. Determined, she resolved that when they reached safety, she would recall the detailed spell Professor Snape had taught for treating cursed wounds. Even a brief respite could let her soothe her pain and halt the spread of dark magic temporarily.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfdWE7RYwIq
Hermione kept her movements as subtle as possible, her heart pounding as she carefully slid her hand inside her sleeve. Her fingers closed around her wand, and with a discreet glance at the Death Eaters, Hermione angled her wrist and, barely moving her lips, quickly cast three Sticking Charms. She channelled her anxiety and resolve into each spell—one for each mask that concealed their faces and protected their identities. The magic glowed faintly along the edges of the mask, sealing them securely against any attempt to remove it. Even as doubt flickered in her mind—uncertain whether her spells would withstand a determined effort—Hermione recognised that her quick thinking might buy them precious moments to plan or escape.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCL705eaVCD
Bellatrix tore off her mask, her pale features twisting into a crazed expression of delight. She bared her infamous manic grin, showing uneven, yellowed teeth, while her wide, glassy eyes, brimming with sinister energy, darted swiftly between Draco, Ron, and Hermione. She stood with anticipation in every line of her posture, fingers twitching as though eager to inflict pain. ‘Let’s see, shall we?’ she purred, her voice light and feverish with childlike excitement, masking a threatening undercurrent.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡArdWweZMlm
Bellatrix didn’t hesitate; she lunged at Draco and clawed at the edge of his mask. Her long, sharp nails scraped the enchanted surface as she yanked and twisted with growing desperation. The mask refused to give way. Her features contorted in frustration, and she bared her teeth, summoning all her strength in an effort to tear off the disguise. Veins bulged on the back of her hand, and a flush crept up her neck as frustration overtook her initial excitement. No matter how furiously or frantically she tugged, Hermione’s Sticking Charm held the mask firmly in place, preventing any movement.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcW8Yv02K5W
Bellatrix twisted her face in frustration, gripping her wand firmly as hostile energy glowed in her eyes. She aimed the narrow tip straight at Draco’s mask, sneering as she cast a spell to break Hermione’s enchantment. Her wand sparked eagerly, but as the magic struck the mask, it fizzled out harmlessly, leaving no impact. The mask stayed securely in place, its enchantment pulsating with a faint, protective glow—a silent testament to Hermione’s skill. Bellatrix furrowed her brow even deeper, her initial excitement simmering into rage. She flicked her wrist a second time, sending out another magical burst, but the spell deflected off, leaving the mask as still and unyielding as before.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtwjpfsA2ad
Hermione let a slight twitch cross her lips, a small smile almost breaking through her composed exterior. The urge to gloat pressed at her, yet she sealed her lips, deliberately masking her triumph with an air of calm. She instinctively suppressed any sign of satisfaction, knowing it would provoke Bellatrix and risk worsening their predicament. Inside, Hermione welcomed a surge of relief and pride—her meticulous planning and skilled spell-casting had thwarted the dark witch’s fierce assault. A quiet glow of vindication lit her eyes as she watched Bellatrix become increasingly irritated, satisfied that her magic had withstood such a powerful attack.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNfvj9AKDC7
Bellatrix screeched furiously, shattering her calm like glass as she glared at the trio. Crazed energy spun in her eyes, and her lips curled into a snarl. ‘Tie them up!’ she commanded, her voice whipping through the tense atmosphere. The three Death Eaters beside her flinched at her tone, immediately recognising the warning—she would deal harshly with any disobedience. She radiated an intense, almost overwhelming presence as she advanced, clutching her wand in her pale hand. The disguises stubbornly remained on the captives’ faces, only increasing her frustration. She snapped, ‘I’ll find someone who can cut these masks off,’ while her impatient eyes flickered between her prisoners and her followers.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9D6auTC3Vz
Before she left, Bellatrix shot the Death Eaters a fierce glare, narrowing her eyes into slits. ‘Don’t let them out of your sight, or else,’ she muttered in a low, threatening tone that pulsed with suppressed rage. With a dramatic spin of her dark, ragged robes, she sharply turned on her heel, and the click of her boots sounded ominously as she stormed down the corridor. Her tangled hair bounced with each furious step. She didn’t look back, her stance radiating contempt and impatience, and she left the others to carry out her orders as she disappeared into the shadows, likely heading off to summon reinforcements or find a way out of the deadlock. The Death Eaters glanced nervously at each other, knowing that any mistake could bring her wrath upon them.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYpYC0ckiSB
The three Death Eaters exchanged a silent, menacing nod, their intentions clear in their eyes behind the masks. Suddenly, two of them moved swiftly and grabbed Hermione and Draco with firm, relentless force. Icy fingers gripped Hermione’s upper arms tightly, bruising and unyielding, and held her still before she could even summon her wand. The Death Eaters wrenched Draco’s arms painfully behind his back and pressed a wand coldly against his spine as a warning.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmtMdDsL57B
The third Death Eater raised his wand at Ron, his eyes gleaming with cruel anticipation. He sharply commanded, ‘Incarcerous!’ and his voice resonated off the stone walls. Thick ropes shot out from the wand’s tip, hissing as they snaked through the air. They wrapped tightly around Ron’s wrists and forearms, biting into his skin and restricting his movement. Ron growled defiantly and tensed his muscles against the magical restraints, but the ropes only tightened, leaving angry red welts. The Death Eater yanked the ropes even harder, forcing Ron down to his knees as the rough fibres scraped his flesh and sparked a surge of pain.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoETlpsJ23N
The Death Eater gripped Hermione tightly and bound her hands with ropes that cut into her skin. Each pull of the coarse fibres scraped her wrists, leaving them red and raw. He pressed the rough bindings hard against her wounded arm, intensifying her pain until it felt as if fire burned through the injury. Hermione clenched her jaw to hide her suffering, but the pressure only worsened her wound, spreading discomfort from her arm to her shoulder. She tried to stay strong, but a small, involuntary whimper escaped her lips in the tense silence. Her fingers twitched as she fought for relief, hiding her pain behind firm resolve and refusing to show her vulnerability.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcigXh02gBT
Meanwhile, as the Death Eaters tightened the ropes around Draco’s wrists, he couldn’t resist making a typically sardonic remark. He rolled his eyes and pretended indifference, though the tension in his jaw and the flicker of anxiety in his pale blue eyes betrayed his true feelings. The rough ropes pressed into his skin, leaving faint red marks, but Draco kept his chin high, determined not to show weakness. ‘Easy on the goods, gentlemen,’ he said, his voice carrying his usual bluster.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAjWfSwykxs
The Death Eater, clearly irritated by Draco’s sarcasm, grabbed Draco by the front of his robes and slammed him against the cold stone wall. The collision sent a dull pain through Draco’s shoulders, and his head struck the wall with a muted thud. The Death Eater pressed his masked face just inches from Draco’s, letting his hot, sour breath escape through the mask’s slits. The Death Eater snarled, ‘Shut the hell up!’ His low, dangerous voice vibrated with barely held-back fury. His words and actions made it clear that he would immediately and harshly punish any further attempts at humour or defiance.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFJku9328oy
Hermione growled low and frustrated—a primal sound that sliced through the tense atmosphere, startling everyone present. Draco, Ron, and the nearby Death Eaters snapped their attention to her, eyes wide with shock. Nobody expected such fierce rebellion from the usually composed witch, and, for a moment, even the Death Eaters’ rigid discipline faltered. Hermione spotted the confusion and acted decisively. She twisted her body, forcing the coarse ropes to bite into her wrists. Summoning her courage, she drove her knee sharply into the Death Eater who gripped her, targeting his most vulnerable spot. The blow made him gasp harshly, contorting his face in pain behind the mask. He doubled over, clutching himself, and the agony forced him to release her arms. Hermione broke free, and her heart thundered in her chest, overpowering the shouts that rang out around her. The wounded Death Eater’s groans bounced off the cold stone walls. For a fleeting moment, time slowed and her senses sharpened. She vividly recalled the rough ropes scraping her skin, the chill of the hall, Draco and Ron’s stunned faces, and the wild, furious eyes of the remaining Death Eaters as they realised she would not go down without a fight.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDMw1WqC4pD
The two remaining Death Eaters, seeing their companion collapse, lunged at Hermione with aggression. The first—a prominent figure whose jagged scar showed beneath his mask—seized her arm. Yet Hermione, surging with adrenaline, acted instantly. She drove her foot sharply into his shin, feeling the jolt shoot up her leg. The Death Eater howled in pain, stumbled backwards, and let go of his wand as he clutched his leg. Hermione spun without hesitation, her cloak billowing like a shadow. The second Death Eater, quicker and more agile, lunged at her from behind, trying to seize her. She twisted sharply, used her momentum, and drove a fierce drop kick straight into his chest. The impact slammed him against the stone wall with a sickening thud, snapping his head back. His mask crashed into the cold marble, and he slumped to the ground, stunned and clearly beaten. Hermione’s heart hammered in her chest, and she drew quick, uneven breaths. For a moment, the echo of her kick reverberated down the corridor, while the two Death Eaters lay motionless at her feet. Hermione suddenly shot her foot out with precise force and struck the kneeling Death Eater right beneath the chin. A sharp, sickening crack bounced off the cold stone walls as his head snapped back. Then, he fell onto the flagstones with a heavy, awkward thud, limbs sprawled as the last signs of resistance faded.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1lF4Tr4sHZ
Draco tensed and stared in disbelief, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise. He let a slow, genuine smirk spread across his face, dropping his usual composure and revealing genuine admiration. He glanced at Ron, who was rooted to the spot—mouth agape and eyes wide with shock. Awe and a hint of disbelief filled the silence, broken only by the faint groan of the defeated Death Eaters. Hermione straightened, her chest rising rapidly with adrenaline, and brushed a stray curl from her face. Her hands quivered slightly—not because she was afraid, but because determination surged through her, compelling her to act. For a moment, she met Draco’s gaze; his smirk grew broader, as if to say, “I always knew you had it in you, Granger.”43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEED0BsRdAt
Ron remained motionless and, as he grasped the full extent of Hermione’s fighting skill, he could only manage a weak, almost inaudible, ‘Blimey.’43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmlRP6VS8CT
Draco chuckled softly, a sound of disbelief that echoed down the corridor, then said, ‘Somehow I knew Granger would save us from this,’ his tone mixing relief, admiration, and a hint of amusement. The burden of their situation seemed to lift, and Draco allowed himself a rare, grateful smile. Nearby, Ron stood frozen. His freckled face turned pale, his wide blue eyes still shocked. He moved his jaw silently for a moment, searching for words that refused to come. All he managed was a silent nod, his mouth working in stunned silence at Hermione’s unexpected heroism.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡT4NdubtRz9
Hermione steadied herself, still breathless from adrenaline. Her dark eyes shone with resolve as she straightened her shoulders and pushed aside fear and the aftereffects of violence. Sweat and dirt streaked her face, but she stood tall and firm, refusing to show exhaustion. She let the rope that had just bound her wrists fall heavily to the ground with a loud thud—a sign of her regained independence. Ignoring Draco and Ron’s wide-eyed, almost awestruck looks, Hermione set her lips in a determined line and focused on her practical instincts. ‘Come on, we have to go,’ she said firmly, her voice confident and unwavering. She moved over to them without hesitation and knelt beside Ron first, swiftly untying the knots around his wrists with gentle yet firm fingers. She finished undoing the last knot, her hands steady despite a slight tremor in her limbs. Her intense determination to escape shone in every movement, her focused expression making it clear that nothing—not even her own shaken nerves—would stop them.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtktiOtE5t4
Ron was still reeling from how quickly everything had unfolded. Astonishment played across his face: his freckles stood out against a pale complexion, his blue eyes remained wide and unblinking, and his mouth hung open, as if he’d forgotten how to close it. ‘Bloody hell,’ he muttered as he finally found his voice, the words slipping out in a half-breath, raw with wonder and disbelief. His eyes flicked between Hermione and the fallen Death Eaters, as if he couldn’t quite believe what he saw. ‘Where did you learn to fight like that?’ Ron asked, his voice quivering.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOFVpbeQkGu
Hermione smirked slyly, her expression daring enough to win a Slytherin’s approval. She curled her lips mischievously, letting triumph flicker in her eyes. ‘I don’t like being tied up, and my arm…’ she trailed off, her voice carrying an undertone of defiance, then she glanced at Ron with deliberate meaning. She fixed her eyes on him for a moment, silently conveying the pain she’d endured. Ron caught her look and nodded, recognising instantly the fierce determination and unspoken plea for support she offered for what lay ahead.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡz0qwwBnTok
Hermione moved quickly and purposefully to Draco’s side, kneeling to free him from the ropes that bit into his wrists. She kept her fingers firm yet gentle, ensuring she did not cause him further pain. The rough rope left red marks on Draco’s pale skin, and Hermione winced, loosening the bindings until the fibrous strands slipped to the flagstones. Without hesitation, she reached into her pocket, drew her wand, and fixed her expression with determination. She cast a swift, precise counter-charm and shattered the stubborn Sticking Charms binding the Death Eater masks, and they removed them, feeling relieved to be free of their restriction.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡROuMvbxVJI
Hermione kept her focus on their mission. ‘I think we need to get into this room now. We need the book,’ she declared firmly, gripping her wand more tightly. She strode forward, her footsteps ringing briskly across the cold stone. With unwavering resolve, she advanced towards the heavy door at the corridor’s end. The formidable slab of dark oak, reinforced with iron bands and scarred by time and secrets, loomed before her. Draco and Ron shot each other nervous glances, then hurried after her, their footsteps quickening as they closed the gap to Hermione’s determined figure.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsjEWCYis22
Hermione softly whispered, her voice quivering slightly, ‘Edr or,’ letting the melodic, unfamiliar language—ancient and commanding—spill effortlessly from her lips. The spell, infused with magic older than Hogwarts, resonated through the stone corridor. A faint blue glow shimmered across the door’s surface, tracing its grain like quicksilver. After a gentle, almost sacred pause, the ancient lock released with a firm click, and the door swung open smoothly, as if eager to heed her command. (A/N: Sindarin Translation: ‘Open up,’)43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡg4k0onehUx
Draco and Ron watched her with clear curiosity and awe, tracking her every move. Draco narrowed his blue eyes, scrutinising her as suspicion and intrigue deepened on his face. Ron, still pale from the ordeal, kept his mouth slightly open, as if he were witnessing something both wonderful and unsettling. They fixed their gaze on her, silently questioning the unfamiliar, almost musical incantation she had just spoken to open the imposing door.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5M6vlBoEwA
Hermione muttered, ‘Uh… that was a spell Dumbledore taught me,’ and gave a slight shrug as she stepped aside, letting them pass. She deliberately avoided making eye contact, and her shoulders revealed her discomfort with their silent questioning. Her posture hinted at her preference not to explain, and she protected her secret with the same careful effort she used to untie their bonds.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAlTCilIpRv
Draco shut the door behind them, a muffled thud echoing through the quiet chamber. He paused, placed his hand on the old iron handle, and fixed Hermione with a steady gaze. ‘Most spells are in Latin. What language did you use? I’ve never heard it before,’ he asked quietly, his voice serious and focused. He crossed his arms, standing stiff and confrontational, his brows furrowed in concentration.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNFheIejpRJ
Hermione deliberately avoided Draco’s gaze and shrugged, keeping her shoulders tense as though she suppressed a flood of thoughts. ‘Some form of Elvish, I believe,’ she said, maintaining a tone that was both casual and guarded while her eyes flicked away to conceal her unease. She gripped her wand tightly, raised it once more, and pointed it at the door with silent authority. She spoke her incantation in a lilting, strange manner, letting each syllable flow in an unfamiliar, musical, and ancient language. The magical seal clicked gently, resonating through the room. Without glancing back or offering reassurance, Hermione turned away from Draco and strode towards the room housing the forbidden books. She moved with purpose and secrecy, her posture exuding resolve, leaving Draco with unanswered questions and acutely aware that something extraordinary was unfolding before him.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoFsFMM48df
Draco and Ron exchanged a suspicious glance, then turned their focus directly onto Hermione. Ron shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot and broke the tense silence. ‘When did Dumbledore teach you spells?’ he asked, disbelief and a hint of envy tinging his voice. He struggled to recall any moment when Hermione had private lessons with the headmaster. His tone sharpened as he added, ‘And why was Harry or I never taught them?’43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ02OI6rXezP
Hermione drew a sharp breath, hesitating to revisit the subject, but she knew Draco and Ron deserved an explanation. ‘I learned those spells during my years at Hogwarts,’ she said, her voice tired yet honest. She shifted her gaze between the two boys, meeting Draco’s intense, expectant eyes before glancing at Ron’s furrowed brow; both still looked shocked by her admission that she possessed magic they had never witnessed. She clutched her wand tightly, her cautious yet determined attitude apparent. Hermione shook her head slightly as she remembered her lessons, her eyes growing distant and thoughtful. ‘Professor Dumbledore could only show me the pronunciation and explain the mechanics of the spells.’ She hoped they would understand, her tone softening into an almost confessional register, ‘He couldn’t actually cast the spells himself, which made everything even more difficult.’ For a moment, Hermione drew inwards, her posture more introspective, shoulders slightly hunched as she felt the burden of her special duty.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKV1igidTzd
Hermione gave a slight shrug, accepting the oddity of her abilities was as much a mystery to herself as to others, and a faint, resigned smile formed on her lips. ‘Not everyone is adept at learning this kind of magic, apparently. I was one of the rare few who this type of magic answers to.’ She let her gaze rest briefly on Ron, silently apologising for the secrets she kept and the distance that separated her. With a determined movement, Hermione turned back towards the large section of books, stepping forward with steady confidence and making it clear that the conversation was over.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡamC3XSrlyJ
Ron positioned himself quietly beside Hermione, accepting that she wouldn’t reveal the secrets behind her mysterious spell work. Hesitation marked his movements, betraying the nervous energy beneath his strained exterior. ‘Whatever you did, let’s hope the door will hold,’ he said nervously, glancing at the old wooden door. ‘We don’t have much time,’ he added as the distant sound of hurried footsteps and muffled voices from the corridor beyond served as a grim reminder of Bellatrix’s intentions. ‘Lestrange left to gather others. I’ll keep watch at the door while you look for the book,’ Ron said confidently, his voice now steadier as he took up a defensive stance. He gripped his wand tightly and stationed himself directly in front of the door.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡarLOMjqlo4
Hermione nodded in acknowledgement and then glanced at Draco with a serious gaze. She scanned the endless rows of shelves that brimmed with towering books—ancient leather-bound volumes, dusty titles adorned with gilding, and fragile scrolls wedged between the stacks. The scent of parchment and ink mingled with the musty odour of age, filling the air with promise and danger. The immense collection threw shadows that climbed into the darkness above, transforming the library into a space that felt sacred and cathedral-like. Hermione studied the winding pathways that twisted between the shelves, the narrow aisles concealing countless forgotten stories. ‘Any bright ideas?’ she asked Draco softly but urgently, sweeping her gaze over the many titles and silently seeking his advice on how to tackle the daunting archive.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaShk79qpb1
Draco swept his grey eyes across the wall archives, scanning the neatly labelled sections that stretched from floor to ceiling, forming a vast, intricate tapestry of wizarding knowledge. Elegant, gilded lettering adorned each plaque—“Transfiguration”, “Potions”, “Law”, “Dark Arts”, “History,” and many more—hinting at shelves brimming with ancient books, fragile scrolls, and obscure treatises. ‘It won’t be with anything related to Time Travel, obviously. What’s the opposite of that?’ he pondered, his eyes lingering on sections labelled with abstract ideas—“Fate and Destiny”, “Chronomancy”, “Eternity”—words that seemed to mock their search with cryptic promises of answers. The grand, maze-like archives radiated a nearly living presence, each shelf standing as a silent guardian of long-buried secrets.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡr5quD7DLzA
Hermione narrowed her eyes as she weighed their options, glancing nervously between Draco and the imposing shelves. She drew a slow, steady breath and spoke softly, her tone cautious. ‘I’m not sure,’ she said, her voice tinged with worry, ‘but we both know that only the theory of Time Travel is not illegal.’ She glanced over her shoulder, as though even mentioning the forbidden magic might summon trouble from the darkness. She gripped her wand more tightly as she said, ‘Time travel is a serious crime. It would land us in Azkaban if the Ministry of Magic were still in control.’ Hermione actively weighed the consequences of their quest, her thoughts racing about the catastrophe their actions could cause. The seriousness of tampering with time pressed on her, and every thump of her heart underlined the razor-thin boundary between harmless research and serious crime. She clearly recognised the difference between the safety of academic exploration, where one could freely test ideas, and the perilous territory of practical Time Travel.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvWquSo3U3g
Draco nodded, speaking anxiously as he glanced at the towering shelves, momentarily overwhelmed by the enormity of their task. The vast number of books pressed in around him, and the countless spines formed a dizzying wall of knowledge—each hiding a potential secret, each gap possibly a clue. ‘It wouldn’t help to check if a book is missing from the Time Travel section,’ he reasoned, frustration tightening his voice at their impossible situation. ‘I believe this is a book Dumbledore placed here himself,’ Draco added, his tone mixing resignation with grudging respect. He shrugged, rolled his shoulders, and exhaled slowly and shakily, trying to relax despite the tension.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡO9u0UVhqmC
Hermione scanned the vast collection lining the shelves and immediately understood that searching each book by hand would be impossible. The enormous room, filled with towering stacks, pressed down on her with centuries’ worth of accumulated knowledge. Every book seemed to conceal dangerous or profound secrets. The sheer size of the task made her chest tighten as she gazed at the endless rows of books, fading into shadowy alcoves where secrets seemed to whisper from the dark corners.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWMZUWTzHTK
Hermione reached into her beaded bag and purposefully pulled out the letter Dumbledore had left for them. The parchment crackled gently when she unrolled it, her brow knitted in focus. She swiftly examined the riddle inside, moving her eyes over the elegant script as she tried to decipher its meaning. As she read, sudden understanding struck her, and her eyes widened in surprise—the subtle clues woven through the riddle finally aligned, revealing an answer they had missed until now.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoyK6r3WghM
Hermione leaned in and whispered, barely audible in the quiet of the library, ‘There’s a hidden message here.’ Desperation and hope spurred her mind as she interpreted the coded clues. With confidence and precision, she drew her wand and focused her gaze on the shelves, softly saying, ‘Revelio Time Travel.’ The moment she uttered the spell, all books on Time Travel shimmered with a green glow. Ethereal light spilt across the dusty shelves, making dust motes dance, while luminous green shadows shifted over the stone floor, transforming the library into a tapestry of hidden knowledge. The glow marked each illuminated book like a guiding beacon, offering the answers they so urgently sought.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOqAdiyhr5b
‘There!’ Draco exclaimed excitedly, pointing towards a book hidden among the Law volumes. Its unusual placement told him that someone had intentionally concealed it, confirming Draco’s earlier suspicion that Dumbledore had deliberately hidden it. The book’s cover stood out—a deep burgundy leather with detailed gold filigree running along the spine, partly shadowed by the books beside it. Unlike the neatly aligned legal texts, this book sat slightly askew, as if someone had placed it there in haste but with clear intention. Draco instantly recognised the subtle eccentricity—an intentional flaw among the orderly legal volumes.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ08WVEScP99
Hermione gripped her wand tightly and stepped closer to the shelf, keeping her gaze fixed on the book Draco had pointed out. Her knuckles turned white as she clutched her wand. With a smooth flick of her wrist, she declared, ‘Revelio,’ her voice ringing out clear and steady in the quiet library. At once, the book shimmered and burst into a rainbow of colours. Iridescent light swept across the cover, casting shifting patterns on the nearby books. Hermione’s face soured; she rolled her eyes and let out a tired sigh—her annoyance at the book’s complex magical protections obvious. She recognised that these enchantments had been layered to confuse and delay even the most capable wizards and witches. The book’s vibrant, magical aura simultaneously mocked and warned her, signalling that its secrets would not be easily unlocked.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCFK66lhrCq
Hermione sighed and began chanting in an unfamiliar language. Her wand shone with a bright blue glow, casting shifting, ethereal shadows across her concentrated face. Sweat beaded on her brow as she transformed her chant into a melodic song, her voice resonating with the ancient stones all around them. She sharpened the rhythm, making it more intense and distinct, as though she were summoning the hidden energy slumbering within the towering shelves. The book lifted from the shelf after a moment, guided through the dim air by Hermione’s magic. She gasped from the exertion, her chest rising and falling as the complex enchantment took its toll. Sweat beaded on her brow in the faint blue glow of her wand; she wiped it away before reaching out with a slightly trembling hand. She hovered her fingers for a heartbeat, poised to grasp the floating book.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRw6hiTd8e5
The loud, frantic shouts from the corridor startled the two, and they quickly turned towards the heavy oak door. Their pursuers’ desperate voices echoed off the stone walls, mingling with the sound of hurried footsteps and murmured incantations beyond the threshold. The Death Eaters tried to use magic to force open the door, but their spells failed; sparks flickered at the edges of the ancient wood, yet the stubborn barrier resisted everything they threw at it. The pursuers raised their voices, urgency and frustration sharpening their tone, as fists pounded the door—loud thuds rattled the hinges and shook the floor. Ron, standing near the entrance, nervously glanced over his shoulder at Hermione and Draco, his worry plain to see.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgXHFJNBbIM
Ron gripped his wand tightly, his knuckles whitening as he urgently shouted, ‘You need to hurry!’ He stood alert by the heavy oak door, muscles tensed in anticipation. Sweat glistened on his forehead from the mounting pressure, and he clenched his jaw as the Death Eaters intensified their assault. The pounding of their fists and the muffled sounds of spells being readied echoed through the ancient wood. Ron planted his feet firmly, keeping his wand steady and ready to cast defensive magic at a moment’s notice.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡK6lJiovJ21
Hermione and Draco locked eyes for a moment, their expressions serious as they focused on the book Hermione gripped. When she read the title aloud, her breath caught, her eyes widened in shock, and her voice was edged with disbelief. ‘Time Travelling for Dummies!?’ she exclaimed, her frustration evident. The words, oddly frivolous amidst the tension, stood in stark contrast to the gravity of the moment, while the playful font seemed to mock her rising anxiety. Draco let out a brief chuckle at the absurdity, his quiet laugh echoing off the ancient stone walls and mingling with the distant shouts and pounding at the door behind them. Dumbledore’s bizarre choice of reading material momentarily revealed his eccentricity. Hermione’s frustration at the absent headmaster showed clearly as she furrowed her brow, narrowed her eyes, and pressed her lips into a tight line. ‘Dumbledore, this is not the time for your stupid jokes!’ she muttered irritably, her exasperated tone leaving no doubt about her disdain for his humour, even in serious moments. The ridiculous book title intensified her annoyance, and she gripped the cover so tightly that the leather creaked. She took a deliberate, deep breath, fixed her attention on their urgent task, and quickly opened the book. The pages rustled as she flipped through them with practised ease, her hands trembling slightly from adrenaline and nerves. She spotted the letter tucked carefully between the pages, its edges just visible in the faint glow of the tome. Hermione did not hesitate; she swiftly pulled out the letter, her movements quick and purposeful, determined to push forward despite the ever-present danger.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡI9rmurWyTW
The heavy oak door shuddered as the banging intensified, each impact echoing through the library like thunder and shaking dust from the ancient stone walls. The relentless pounding sent adrenaline surging through Ron’s chest. Without hesitation, he sprang into action—clenching his jaw in determination, he raised his wand. He aimed steadily at the door, ignoring his growing anxiety, and shouted, ‘Colloportus!’ Silvery magic surged forward, striking the door and weaving intricate patterns into a protective matrix, sealing the cracks with shimmering light. Ron didn’t know if this would reinforce Hermione’s earlier locking spell, but he stood resolute. He squared his shoulders and kept his post at the barricade, determined to keep the attackers at bay and defend them, even as the onslaught outside grew fiercer.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaiROruHSYP
‘Shit,’ Hermione muttered, her voice tense with frustration. She grabbed the book and shoved it swiftly into her beaded bag with a muted thud. Without hesitation, she tore open the letter, crinkling the parchment as her trembling hands moved. She split the wax seal with a soft pop and quickly unfolded the page. Hermione darted her eyes over the inked words, racing to decipher Dumbledore’s message before it was too late. Hermione looked up at Draco from the parchment and said, ‘Malfoy, stand with Ron while I figure this out.’ 43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡY0XS2Ier0y
Draco, his eyes filled with concern, nodded and hurried to the large oak door at the library’s end. Draco straightened up as he reached Ron, mirroring the redhead’s tense stance and raised his wand. Together, they stood before the battered door—the final barrier against the relentless Death Eater assault. Ron shot Draco a quick, nervous glance, tightening his jaw and wiping sweat from his forehead, but the presence of his unlikely ally seemed to bolster his resolve. Both gripped their wands firmly, knuckles white, squared their shoulders, and braced for the fight ahead. 43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpQIgEBdrgo
Hermione quickly scrutinised the letter and picked up the key details. The urgent banging and shouting outside threatened to break her concentration, but she focused intently and absorbed Dumbledore’s instructions. She furrowed her brow in concentration, and a bead of sweat traced down her temple as she silently mouthed complex passages:43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUedmGHyHtl
Dear Hermione, Draco, and Ron,43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOCalQQyxI9
If you’re reading my letter, congratulations are in order. You have overcome every obstacle between you and my message. Please take a moment to recognise what you have already accomplished, for you have proven yourselves worthy of the trust I have placed in you.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡG5WyYIhwXk
In my previous letter, I included a necklace that you will need, along with this book, to reach this era. This is no ordinary jewellery piece: the necklace functions similarly to a Time Turner, but its power is far greater and more unstable; it is considered forbidden because of the immense time travel it enables. Unlike a standard Time Turner that bends the rules, this artefact breaks them—allowing travel across centuries rather than hours.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrPZXayhWOY
When you arrive in my time, please return the book and necklace to me so I can keep them safe. These artefacts are not only incredibly powerful, but also extremely rare—imbued with magic that could cause disaster if left unprotected or if they fall into the wrong hands. Once your mission ends, you may need their special properties to return to your own time.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4zAwTnOpaL
Hermione plunged her hand into her beaded bag and deftly retrieved the other envelope. She tilted the envelope and let the necklace slip into her palm. She withdrew the book next, its dignified, worn cover embossed with arcane symbols that pulsed at her touch. Focusing intently, she scanned Dumbledore’s instructions:43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡE6jJxHAx6G
The necklace called “Anann K'ɔvn” takes its name from Sindarin, the language of the Grey Elves, meaning “Time Void”—a fitting title for its impressive power. Unlike a typical Time Turner, which only allows short-term temporal adjustments, the Anann K'ɔvn is a device of immense complexity and strength.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbMeYDIFckR
To activate it, you must place the Anann K'ɔvn on the enchanted Time Travel book, ensuring the artefacts’ magics are correctly aligned. The activation involves careful adjustment: the top and middle parts of the necklace need to be twisted correctly until the internal mechanism engages and the necklace starts to spin independently above the book. Once spinning, Miss Granger must recite the Sindarin spell written at the bottom of the letter, each syllable spoken clearly and with purpose. The ancient Elvish words serve as the final key, unlocking the necklace’s potential and aligning its energies with the exact moment the spell’s caster has chosen.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2dnepoSdqI
I have attuned the Anann K'ɔvn to my current location and time. There’s no need to worry about navigating the uncertainties of time or space. The necklace’s runes have been primed, and its latent energies will focus like a beacon, aligned with my presence.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvHEjTpFoSH
The spell you need to speak, Miss Granger, is as follows:43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTufeHJBlQu
Tul ammen na a anand i na lelya. I ín, 3018, i third anrand, na mín baur na n43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3mkK7wce2K
Please remember to call me Gandalf during your visit to avoid confusion. My presence is well known in this era, so using my name will help you gain trust and recognition.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2EnpPKykk8
Good luck and Godspeed.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlrUhx5Fory
Yours faithfully,43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYVfn8kOOyK
Gandalf the Grey43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwRzfElSR4p
Hermione recited the Sindarin spell softly to herself, her voice trembling slightly but brimming with resolve. She carefully articulated each syllable, shaping the ancient words as if she drew their essence straight from memory. A loud crash splintered the door and scattered shards across the floor. The noise echoed through the room, reminding her how little time remained. She moved efficiently and gently placed the book on the floor, its cover vibrating with latent power. Hermione carefully untangled the necklace, then twisted the top and middle sections until the device began spinning on its own. Instantly, a bright green aura radiated from both the book and the necklace, flooding the library with an eerie, pulsating glow that flickered across the ancient shelves and cast tall, wavering shadows on the walls. The necklace floated up from the book’s surface, spinning faster and faster in a strangely graceful manner as it hovered above the glowing tome. Magic crackled loudly in the air, thick and tangible, making Hermione’s hair stand on end while the ancient artefacts vibrated in perfect harmony.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡacq5NpGL6C
Hermione drew a deep breath, and although her heart pounded in her ears, she maintained a look of firm resolve. She met Ron and Draco’s gaze, her eyes shining with determination, and called out, ‘I’m ready!’ Her clear, steady voice rose above the chaos—cutting through the noise of spells and shouts outside the battered door like a rallying cry.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0bca1vcLBc
Draco sensed the urgency and swiftly levitated several heavy desks across the floor with his wand. The wooden legs screeched against the stone tiles, their noise rising above the chaos as he stacked the furniture at random before the battered door. The pounding on the door intensified with every passing second, each forceful blow shaking the fragile barricade and sending splinters and flakes of old paint tumbling to the floor. ‘They really want in here!’ he shouted as he hurried to Hermione’s side. Ron trailed close behind, gripping his wand tightly.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡE6AlOgT5Aq
Hermione handed the letter to Draco and Ron, and they swiftly read through it. After reading, Ron returned the letter to her. Their faces were solemn and thoughtful as they considered the significance of Gandalf’s words. Ron looked at Hermione, his eyebrows raised in surprise. ‘You know quite a bit of Elvish. I thought you only knew a few spells,’ he said, a hint of admiration in his voice.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAQ44KLnveJ
A deafening explosion violently shook the ancient library, sending splinters and fragments of the door flying outward like shrapnel. The blast whipped up a whirl of dust and debris, momentarily blurring Hermione’s sight and making her ears ring. Before she could react, something yanked the battered door from its hinges and sent it skidding across the stones until it crashed to a stop. Ron instinctively raised his arm to block his face, his expression shifting instantly from awe to immediate fear as the danger became real. ‘Here they come,’ he muttered nervously. Through the haze, masked Death Eaters burst relentlessly into the room. The sudden onslaught triggered panic, but Ron straightened, clinging to the last of his courage. Without hesitation, he brandished his wand and shot beams of crimson and gold in a desperate attempt to hold the attackers back and give Hermione crucial moments. Each spell crackled and flashed, lighting up the ancient shelves of the library with brief bursts of light as the fight for survival continued.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHMWyE3UTow
‘Shit!’ Draco cursed, his voice cracking through the chaos like a whip as he sprang into action. He quickly stepped between Hermione and the advancing Death Eaters, squaring his shoulders in open defiance. With a swift, practised flick of his wrist, Draco unleashed a barrage of spells—blinding blue and fiery red bolts tore through the haze, each one exploding with fierce bursts that sent sparks and smoke swirling across the ancient library floor. Splinters of wood and scraps of torn parchment spun through the air, caught in the crossfire as Draco held his position. He shouted, ‘We’ll keep them busy, you focus on the spell!’ His voice rose above the battle’s noise, both a command and a promise. Hermione nodded firmly, gratitude and determination shining in her eyes as she blocked out the surrounding turmoil, gripping her wand tightly and focusing on the complex spell she needed to perform.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0ZDjLMO5y5
Spells whizzed past, and Death Eaters threatened at every turn as Hermione fought to stay focused. Crimson, gold, and blue streaks of magic shot through the ancient library, creating a chaotic symphony of crackling energy and shouts that shook the floor beneath her feet. Danger hovered behind her, leaving her exposed and vulnerable, but her instincts demanded she remain at her post rather than seek cover. Despite the relentless dread and the unceasing assault, Hermione refused to yield.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcgZqhwVIce
Hermione closed her eyes, steadied herself, and aimed her wand directly at the book and the spinning necklace. With quiet confidence, she began to chant, articulating each word with clarity and purpose: ‘Tul ammen na a anand i na lelya. I ín, 3018, i third anrand, na mín baur na n.’ As Hermione continued, her voice subtly transformed; what started as a steady incantation gradually became a soft, haunting melody. She blended the words into a hypnotic tune that soared above the chaos, its eerie harmony echoing against the battered walls and shattered shelves. Hermione’s chant drew out the hidden energy from the artefacts, and the green glow from the book and necklace pulsed in sync with her voice. The melody intensified, taking on an almost otherworldly quality that embodied her desperation and hope. The necklace floated higher, spun more rapidly, and its runes shone brightly as Hermione’s spell wove itself around it, uniting artefact, caster, and purpose in a single moment of powerful magic. As the last note faded, the room fell into a charged stillness. The spell’s energy coiled and waited, poised for transformation.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZD5gAWcVVS
Shock flooded Hermione as she stared at the book and necklace, her mind racing to grasp what had just happened. She caught her breath, fixing her wide, disbelieving eyes on the artefacts. The ancient book glowed faintly with lingering magic, while the necklace hovered a moment longer, its runes flickering erratically with the spell’s last energy. Her heart hammered in her chest; for a brief moment, triumph and panic warred within her as she tried to process the silence that followed her incantation, a stark contrast to the preceding chaos. Every detail—the crackling green glow, the gentle vibrations at her fingertips, the echo of her voice—stood out vividly as she replayed the spell in her mind. She trusted that she had spoken the chant and cast the spell precisely, her words careful and deliberate.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQD0dq2GkS2
For a fleeting, painful moment, nothing happened, and doubt gripped Hermione. Time froze, each heartbeat stretching endlessly. Suddenly, the book and the spinning necklace erupted in a loud, overwhelming burst, unleashing a surge of pure magical energy. The shockwave vibrated through the air—a brilliant flash of light and force exploded from the artefacts with a thunderous noise. The powerful wave surged through the room, making ancient books flutter from the shelves and loose stones rattle from the vaulted ceiling. The magical force struck the approaching Death Eaters with brute force, flinging them violently across the room. Their masked faces showed pure shock as they tumbled through the air, black robes flying behind them like torn sails, until they crashed into the far wall with a deafening bang. The crash echoed sharply, and stunned silence followed as the Death Eaters lay tangled and dazed on the floor, overwhelmed by the immense power of the shockwave.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUJOR4VtIIF
Draco and Ron rushed to Hermione’s side, their footsteps echoing through the stunned silence that followed her devastating spell, unaffected by the magical shockwave. Residual sparks shimmered in the air behind them while the artefacts pulsed with an otherworldly energy. The bright green glow that had lit the book and necklace intensified suddenly, bathing their faces in an eerie emerald light. The radiance twisted and rippled, forming a swirling vortex above the floor—a portal edged with shifting shades of jade and silver, resembling a doorway to another realm. Magic undulated in the air around it, casting long shadows over the battered shelves and debris-strewn floor. The portal reflected the library’s chaos in distorted fragments, yet its swirling surface beckoned with the promise of an unknown realm filled with possibilities. In that instant, the spell’s success became undeniable, and the portal offered a tangible promise of escape and hope amid the danger closing in.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ77QL0S3tNJ
Hermione watched as the enchanted necklace, now stripped of its magic, clattered onto the book. The bright runes grew dull and lifeless against the leather, their glow fading into wisps of residual light and leaving only the cold, metallic shine of the chain amid the dust and splinters. She didn’t hesitate; she bent down and scooped up both the necklace and the ancient book, her hands moving quickly despite a faint tremor. She swiftly packed them into her bag, determined to shield the artefacts from curious eyes.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhruJsGUmQ7
The portal shimmered into complete existence before them, its surface rippling like liquid glass and casting prismatic colours across the battered library floor. Swirls of jade, amethyst, and silver danced within it, intertwining in a mesmerising display of colour and light that stunned and slightly threatened. Magical energy shimmered around the gateway, distorting the environment and bathing the area in a heatless, iridescent glow. A soft, harmonic hum emanated from the portal—subtle yet powerful—vibrating in the trio’s chests. The chaos of battle quieted, and all three paused, irresistibly drawn to the portal’s mesmerising display. The vibrant, swirling gateway sparked their curiosity as shifting patterns revealed glimpses of hidden landscapes and unseen realms just beyond. Ghostly images—distant towers, starry skies, shadowy figures—flickered in and out of the swirling depths, suggesting countless possibilities awaiting them on the other side. The air crackled with both potential and peril, making the line between the familiar and the unknown razor-thin.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxXFOLziTo5
Suddenly, more Death Eaters stormed in and shattered the moment, unleashing a new wave of spells and shouts. Black-robed figures burst through the damaged doorway, brandishing their wands as they hurled curses and hexes that ricocheted wildly across the battered library. Ron swiftly raised his wand and cast defensive charms, forming a shimmering shield in front of them that sparked whenever streaks of red and green light struck it. ‘They just keep coming!’ he shouted over the chaos, his voice brimming with frustration and determination as the masked, furious attackers pressed forward. Spell-fire illuminated the dust-filled air, books exploded off their shelves in showers of torn pages, and the relentless tide of enemies forced the trio back, leaving them surrounded with barely any time to think or breathe.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡd9gFw1DVq3
Hermione exclaimed urgently, ‘Ron, hurry! We’re running out of time!’, her voice trembling with panic as she grabbed his arm with unsteady hands. Raw magic crackled in the air, and frantic shouts filled the room, and curses ricocheted off broken shelves. Suddenly, a powerful spell—a red bolt of light—shot through the chaos and struck Ron in the chest, forcing him to stagger back. The impact stole his breath, and shock and pain twisted his face as he fought to stay upright. ‘Ron!’ Hermione shouted, terror clear on her face as she rushed towards him, every instinct driving her to help him. 43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgg1REI4b5z
Out of nowhere, Draco lunged and intercepted Hermione just as she was about to step into the line of fire. He gripped her shoulders firmly, his hold both unyielding and protective, and pulled her away from the deadly crossfire. Hermione fought against his grip, her desperation to reach Ron clashing with Draco’s resolve to keep her safe, both framed by the flickering, emerald light of the swirling portal behind them. Draco looked at Ron and exclaimed, ‘Are you mad!?’ Disbelief twisted his pale face, which flushed with anger and fear. He deepened the crease in his brow and fixed his eyes on Ron with frustration that flickered between contempt and concern, struggling to comprehend Ron’s apparent disregard for his own safety.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmuJVEkOUGj
Ron straightened himself, battered but his spirit unbroken. Blood trickled from a shallow cut above his eyebrow, and dust coated his singed robes, yet he held his back straight with fresh resolve. He squared his shoulders, firmly planted his feet, and lifted his wand. Pain flickered across his face, but he clenched his jaw with grim determination, and his blue eyes blazed fiercely. He fixed his steady gaze on Hermione and Draco, his expression growing cool with fear and steadfast courage. ‘Go!’ he yelled, his voice slicing through the chaos of spells and shouts.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRC2ChU8oMC
Hermione shouted, ‘No, Ron! You have to come with us!’ Her voice trembled with fear and urgency as she struggled against Draco’s grip. With a desperate surge, she twisted sharply and broke free. Determination blazed on her face as she sprinted towards Ron, ignoring the burning tears. She clutched her wand tightly and unleashed a whirlwind of defiant magic—her voice echoed with each spell as bursts of light tore through the chaos. She sent streaks of crimson, blue, and gold from her wand, striking the Death Eaters with pinpoint accuracy, every move fuelled by her silent vow not to abandon Ron. Unfazed by curses and flying rubble, she kept advancing, her eyes locked on Ron, ready to fight alongside him, whatever the cost.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5h7OBo7r3b
Ron held his ground amid the chaos, his jaw clenched, his blue eyes blazing with fierce resolve. Raising his wand, he unleashed a relentless barrage of spells at the advancing Death Eaters—‘Stupefy’, ‘Expelliarmus’, ‘Incendio’—with sharp clarity, sending crimson and gold bolts slicing through the smoky haze. Driven by a desperate urge to stand with him, Hermione wove through the chaos, her heart pounding so loudly it nearly drowned out the cacophony of curses and shouts. She reached Ron’s side just as he flicked his wand in a sharp, practised gesture and shouted, ‘Incendio!’ Flames erupted from his wand, instantly setting a Death Eater’s robes ablaze in a roaring fire. The masked figure shrieked and stumbled back, flames licking his arms, as the sharp scent of burning fabric wafted through the air. Ron turned to Hermione, sweat and dust clinging to him, his urgency unmistakable. ‘Go, Hermione!’ he shouted, his voice cutting through the chaos. Enemies closed in, but he kept his attention fixed on his goal, refusing to let the danger distract him. He flicked his wand with steady concentration, casting spells that formed a protective shield around Hermione.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsfC26pO619
Hermione gripped his arm with resolve and fear, saying resolutely, ‘No, not without you!’ The clash of spells and curses echoed loudly around them, frantic flashes of red and green streaking past. Yet, she focused intently on Ron, her eyes burning with desperate determination amid the chaos. She tightened her hold, knuckles whitening as she refused to let go, while her messy, dust and sweat-streaked hair framed her face, set in firm resolve.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFrniWtCTmC
A Killing Curse shot past Ron as he instinctively ducked, the sickly green bolt scorching the air above him and singeing the tips of his ginger hair. ‘You have to get out of here!’ he shouted desperately, wrenching his arm free from Hermione’s grasp. His fierce blue eyes locked onto hers—filled with fear, devotion, and resolve. ‘Don’t you get it?’ he asked, his voice thick with emotion, as he sidestepped another lethal curse that exploded against the ancient wall behind him, sending masonry and battered books crashing down. Without hesitation, Ron spun, raised his wand with practised skill, and shouted, ‘Stupefy!’ He fired a streak of crimson light through the dust and shadows, striking his enemy in the chest and knocking them backwards in a tangle of black robes.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqGU1XRny7H
Ron took a deep breath as the spell hit its target before turning to look at Hermione. He shouted, ‘I was never part of this mission! Dumbledore only said I should keep you safe, and I’ve done that!’ He moved his wand with precise, deliberate motions, letting his battered will drive each action—a desperate desire to protect those he loved fuelling him. He fired spell after spell from its tip, sending streaks of scarlet, blue, and gold piercing through the swirling dust and smoke, creating fleeting pockets of safety amid the chaos. Ron unleashed Fiendfyre in a final, awe-inspiring act of defiance—a forbidden, deadly magic driven by pure determination and sacrifice. The monstrous blaze lunged forward and consumed everything in its path—Death Eaters, broken shelves, and burning parchment. The roar of flames drowned out the Death Eaters’ screams of shock and terror, forcing them to retreat. The searing heat of Fiendfyre brushed past Ron’s skin, singed his hair and robes, yet he stood steadfast—unwavering and resolute.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4ibHXZ8rcq
Hermione’s voice trembled with emotion as she reached for his arm again, pleading, ‘No, Dumbledore didn’t mean for you to sacrifice yourself, Ron!’ She clenched his sleeve tightly, her knuckles whitening as if her grip alone could keep him from going to the edge. She pressed closer, breath ragged, determined to hold him back and resist the chaos threatening to tear them apart. 43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ56vmzGis0N
Ron remained resolute; he gently but firmly pushed her away, his touch tender despite the urgency. He met her gaze briefly, his eyes brimming with fear, love, and unwavering resolve, silently begging her to understand. He stood determined, every tense muscle and movement painfully declaring his choice to protect her at any cost. As she reluctantly let go of his arm, the gap between them widened, echoing the unspoken words and the heavy burden of sacrifice. 43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmlIop6ZWua
Ron shook his head wearily in response to Hermione’s shocked look, fully aware that the sight of her disbelief and anguish would haunt him for years if he survived this. Even as chaos raged, Ron kept his gaze fixed on Hermione, reading the desperation in her eyes—a silent plea imploring him not to let the moment separate them. Each shift in her expression pierced him, intensifying the struggle between his need to protect her and his fear of their perilous situation. The heavy weight of responsibility pressed down on him, forcing each breath as his heart hammered and he braced for the sacrifice he might have to make. He shouted, ‘Malfoy! Get Hermione out of here!’ He tightened his grip on his wand, his voice tight and choked with emotion as tears welled in his eyes. Each word emerged as a raw, pleading cry, thick with desperation and the heart-wrenching weight of imminent loss. He fixed his gaze on Hermione—terror, determination, and unspoken love burning in his eyes. Sorrow, grit, and the unbearable knowledge of what he might lose etched deep lines into his features, as he braced himself to stand alone in the storm if it meant Hermione’s safety.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡboZeiVrJcw
Draco hurled spell after spell at the advancing Death Eaters. Silver light burst from his wand, carving bright arcs through the smoke and debris. He moved with sharp desperation, his shoulders taut from the relentless fight. He fired off rapid curses—“Impedimenta!” and “Protego!”—in a relentless sequence, forcing their enemies to stumble back and granting brief reprieves for Ron. Draco’s face remained focused and grim, sweat streaking his dust-covered skin as he clenched his jaw in mounting fear. Draco did not hesitate; he moved straight to Ron’s side as chaos engulfed the library. He gripped Ron’s shoulder firmly, his fingers digging into the worn fabric of Ron’s cloak, grounding them both amid the turmoil. They locked eyes in an intense, fleeting exchange that swept away years of rivalry and misunderstanding through sheer honesty. Draco’s gaze, typically cool and guarded, became open and sincere, radiating respect and silent gratitude. He gave Ron a sober, meaningful nod—wordlessly acknowledging Ron’s courage and selflessness, and the immense risks he was taking for them.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0MxqjTMgUR
Draco acted swiftly, urgency flickering in his eyes as he seized Hermione, who stood rooted to the spot, overwhelmed by shock and grief. Tears streamed down her face, cutting streaks through the dust and ash on her skin, while her trembling hands continued to reach for Ron amidst the chaos. The noise of battle—the cries of curses, the crackle of Fiendfyre, and the crash of collapsing shelves—receded for Hermione as she concentrated solely on Ron’s desperate struggle. Her lips mouthed silent pleas, and her body shook with quiet sobs, refusing to abandon the friend who anchored her in this tumultuous world.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡU79JruXdap
Draco gripped Hermione firmly and pulled her towards the swirling Portal, wrapping his arm securely around her shoulders. He turned his head just in time to catch sight of Ron making a brave stand: Fiendfyre’s fiery glow outlined Ron’s wild, singed hair as he positioned himself as a barrier between them and the deadly attack. Ron cast curses and shields with unwavering accuracy, his battered body refusing to yield even as enemies pressed forward. Draco pulled Hermione along, but she barely managed to move her feet, keeping her eyes locked on Ron. Her gaze revealed the storm of emotions she felt—desperation, fear, and the crushing dread of losing him.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡN15MV1XYHZ
Exhaustion overwhelmed Ron after the relentless battle; his whole body shivered as his strength faded. He knelt among the smouldering wreckage, muscles aching, his silhouette outlined by the hellish flicker of Fiendfyre. Grey ash drifted down like snow, settling on his ginger hair and sticking to the tears that streaked his soot-stained cheeks. He drew ragged breaths, each one trembling with heartache and fatigue from the constant spell-casting. Shouts, the crash of collapsing shelves, and the distant screams of retreating Death Eaters merged into a dull, indistinct hum in his ears.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsY5p4hCsZQ
Ron gazed up at Draco and Hermione through blurred vision, their faces ghostly in the shifting light, surrounded by swirling smoke and the battle’s wreckage. He saw everything he cherished reflected in Hermione’s wide, tear-filled eyes—hope, fear, and a love he had never dared to voice aloud. He clung to his wand with trembling hands, knuckles whitening as he summoned his last ounce of resolve. Meeting Hermione’s anguished stare, he struggled to cut through the chaos with his hoarse, trembling voice. ‘I love you, Hermione,’ he whispered, his voice fragile and raw, and offered her a faint, sorrowful smile.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfUg1LmI6Vs
A Death Eater suddenly emerged from the swirling shadows, their mask gleaming in the fiery light. They swiftly raised their wand. A sickly green beam shot out, slicing through the dusty air and flooding the ruined library with its deadly glow. The curse streaked towards Ron, bathing his face in an eerie light as he confronted the oncoming darkness—his eyes still burning with love and courage, even as destiny closed in.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ85ajOSxulb
Hermione screamed, ‘RON!!!’ in despair as Draco, determined to save her, dragged her toward the swirling Portal. Her cry sliced through the chaos of the battlefield, raw and sharp, rebounding off shattered shelves and mingling with the sounds of curses and collapsing debris. Hermione fought against Draco’s grip with every fibre of her being, refusing to leave Ron behind; her heart thundered as she strained to reach him, her hands stretching out in desperation to close the widening distance. Tears streamed down her face, merging with soot and ash, smearing her vision until Ron’s silhouette—brave and resolute, standing alone in the flames—became all she could see. The Portal’s green and gold glow washed over them as time seemed to slow, and the roar of Fiendfyre and the flash of spells faded into distant, muffled thunder. In those last moments before darkness claimed her, Hermione fixed her gaze on Ron—his wild ginger hair, steadfast posture, and raised wand radiating courage in the midst of chaos. Every detail of his defiant face burned itself into her memory, forging an image she would never forget. Draco finally pulled her through the Portal, and as the world exploded in a riot of colour and sound, Hermione’s scream echoed through the ruined library, leaving behind the boy who had given up everything.
A/N: So, I decided to give Ron a bit more of a heroic end. After discovering that Book Ron had much more depth than Movie Ron, I realised I respect him so much more. I read something on Reddit called Book Ron vs Movie Ron, and I was shocked at how different he is in the books (I haven’t read them in so long!). He is such a cool character, and the movies did him no justice by turning him into an idiot! Unfortunately, Ron didn’t fit into the plot of this story initially, and he doesn’t now either, so I still had to KO him.
So, RIP Ronald Weasley.
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By the way, the Sindarin Elvish spell stands for: ‘Bring us to a time that is gone. The year 3018, the Third Age, is where we need to be.’
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