frayednott
They had been found. How? Hermione felt sick just thinking about it. It was her fault; her fault that they had been discovered after running for so long. Harry and Ron were currently separated from her, surrounded by their own protections and charms. At the moment, they needed to stay apart. The snatchers had chosen to stay the night, setting up camp not too far from the young witch. All because one of them smelled her perfume. Of all the charms and spells she had used to protect them, she hadnât even thought about someoneâs sense of smell. Of course, now she was careful about that. Her back pressed against the tree, eyes focusing on the flames of their fire. She was sure they had captured someone, neither Ron nor Harry thankfully. Despite all her spells, she was afraid to speak, to breathe even. Was it someone she knew? Someone she had talked to at school? Fingers dug into the ground as she pushed herself behind the tree, head peaking around despite being invisible to the eyes. Someone was approaching and as he drew closer, recognition registered on her fact and she swallowed hard, a pit forming in her stomach and a rage building in her chest.                             THEODORE NOTT.







