Harriet Potter

Obviously, I've jumped into a trap, but how could Malfoy—?

"I knew you'd come, Potter, because you're such a meddling fool," Malfoy said slowly. "It's so easy, you're not even wearing the Invisibility Cloak."

"I didn't even have two complete legs when I first faced Voldemort, and he had a lot more helpers than you." I sarcastically, and quickly figured out how to get out, "When you come back empty-handed, remember to ask How easy it is for your master."

I don't know how many people Malfoy brought, and the Marauder's Map is useless here.

Malfoy let out a sneer, but I could hear the tremor in it, "Maybe you'll be able to ask yourself before long, if you're still able to talk then."

"I thought your mission was to kill me," I said.

I'm going to the principal's office...take me to the principal's office...give me a way to the principal's office...I try all forms of this sentence with concentration and the room is silent.

"Of course, I almost forgot how arrogant you are." Malfoy snorted, "Thinking the whole world revolves around 'The Chosen Girl'."

This sounded very similar to Snape, and my heart moved, "I even learned how to speak, but you flattered Snape really well. He advised you to change the target to me, and you just Did you do it smugly?"

I'm going to Professor McGonagall's office... I'm going to the kitchen... I'm leaving the castle... Still nothing, apparently Malfoy has asked the house not to let anyone out.

"Only him?" Malfoy said through gritted teeth, "but he's kind of useful. I thought he was referring to Dumbledore when he hinted that someone had discovered my activities, but soon you're—no, Potter, I know what you want to do. I have already prepared this room, and once you come in, you don't want to go out."

The Iron Armor Curse was broken, and the crate shook violently. I flung myself into a pile of rubbish next to me in a panic, and the fragments of the crate flew past my scalp.I returned two disarming spells in the general direction between their spells, and a few piles of debris collapsed. Crabbe and Goyle jumped away, swearing, heavy feet, but I heard no one else.

"Disarming Curse, seriously?" Malfoy sounded surprised. "I'm almost taking that as an insult."

The most convenient part of the Disarming Curse is that it has a large attack range, and it can disarm several people at the same time, which is especially useful in this environment.But this isn't DA training, and I'm not interested in teaching Malfoy actual combat experience, so I hit him again in the direction of the voice just now.It was more accurate this time, and I heard Malfoy swearing over the thump of something heavy.But I still haven't been able to disarm any of them, the spell rattles the shelf I'm using for cover, and some bottle bursts, sending the foul-smelling liquid splattering my face.

Take me to the secret passage... Open the door for me... Until I used up the last words I could think of, the house still didn't have the slightest intention of letting me go.I wiped the sticky fluid off my face, knowing I was on my own now.

All right. "I'll repeat the original words. A second generation ancestor wanted to kill me with two potatoes. Has my price dropped so much this year?"

"Who told you that there are only three people on my side?"

Malfoy let out a snarl, but apparently he's figured it out, the pile of books next to me burst into flames.The flames quickly surrounded me, and I blindly cast the Thunderbolt Explosion Charm in Malfoy's direction, and I said the Clear Water Like a Spring Curse to myself.There was a sound of explosions and collapses, and I covered my face with my sleeves and crawled through the fire wall, hiding behind a huge stone sculpture.The fire is still spreading rapidly, I'm coughing in the thick smoke, the collapse of those old things is still going on, I can't judge Malfoy's location at all now.

A green light hit the stone sculpture very close to me, and I still hit back with the disarming spell, shocked by the killing in some corner of my heart.It seemed to be successful this time, and at the same time, Malfoy yelled: "No, Crabbe! The Dark Lord is going to kill her himself!"

I cast a blocking spell at the source of the sound, and regardless of whether it hit or not, I moved as quickly as possible among the piles of broken furniture. Before I could check my surroundings, a wand stabbed me hard in the ribs.I gasped for breath and heard Goyle laughing smugly above my head.

"I got her! I—"

I poked my wand back with my backhand and hit Goyle in the eye. He bent down with a scream, but one hand grabbed my arm holding the wand like a pair of iron pincers.I pointed to his upper arm and said "relax", and Goyle let go of me, but the delay was enough for Malfoy to locate me.The next second, I moved behind Goyle, Malfoy's Stunning Spell hit him, and I rolled over again to avoid being crushed by his huge fallen body. Feel the pain.

I tossed and turned in the utility room, and from time to time I responded to the direction from which the spell was sent.A pair of blood-stained armor allowed me to temporarily hide, and I poked my head around to check Malfoy's position, and a red light hit my face.The fire had been extinguished, the collapse had finally stopped, and Malfoy evidently realized that I wouldn't be the only one with the fire, and the situation was at a stalemate again.

"Surrender, Potter," Malfoy called. "Your resistance is futile."

"If I could get a Knut every time I heard this..." The air seemed to drain from my chest with the words, and I gasped, surprised to see the increase in blood around the armor's feet, and then realized that it was my own blood.I followed the blood and found an incision on the back of my waist. It was as long as my palm, and the surrounding area was slippery. It was obviously bleeding.

Malfoy obviously understood something and stopped making any noise.I fell down at the armor's feet, and cast a few thunderbolt explosion spells indiscriminately outside, but the spells were quickly stopped by Malfoy.I press down on the wound, take a deep breath and try to calm myself, and then I hear Crabbe knocking something down, very close.

"What tells me you don't have any other helpers? Because a pig would never choose Crabbe and Goyle as partners." I let out a loud laugh and cast the Iron Armor Charm again. "Come on, whose idea was that necklace? Because I don't want to think the Malfoy heir is so stupid."

"Go on with your mouth." Malfoy said coldly, and I added an Iron Armor Charm, even though I knew it would be lifted sooner.

My hand slipped through the pool of blood and touched the invisibility cloak in my pocket, but even if it wasn't stained with blood, I didn't have the energy to put it on and run away without making a sound, and the dripping blood would give me away.

I've been waiting for that day long before I even learned of the prophecy, but it ended at Malfoy's hands?I will send myself to hell.

I grabbed the belt of the armor and tried to stand up, going through the request again from the beginning in my mind, trying to think if there was any request that Malfoy must not have thought of for me to get out again.If I could put it off longer, maybe Ron and Hermione would realize I'd been away too long when they had breakfast and went to class - yes, breakfast.

I'm hungry.I concentrated on thinking, take me to something to eat.

The floor tiles in front of me turned into a square door, and I thought I wouldn't have the strength to pull it up, but it's pretty light.I nearly fell in, staggering to steady myself.

"Hey, Malfoy," I called out as loudly as I could at the moment, "can you answer my last question?"

"Why would I do this?" Malfoy said confidently.

"Look, you're about to hand me over to Voldemort, and he's going to kill me." I felt the hole move before my eyes. "Can you tell me who he was going to give you before?"

I didn't expect it to be of any use. I counted to three and planned to jump, but Malfoy hesitated and gave the answer: "Dumbledore."

Thank you and bye.I smiled to myself and almost fell into the hole.Malfoy yelled something else, probably telling me to put down my wand and go out by myself, but I didn't listen.I fell on my back to the stony floor and felt myself split in two from the cut.The door clicked shut in my blurred vision, and everything fell silent.

I'm not sure how I got through the long steps, only the brass wall lamps passing overhead and climbing up and down the steep slope.After falling from the air for the second time, I lost consciousness briefly. When I opened my eyes again, I felt the warmth of a fire on the side of my body, and a pair of bright and piercing blue eyes appeared in my sight.

"Sir..." I said urgently, but only mumbled that I couldn't understand myself.

"Damn it," said the blue-eyed master, with a voice that was very different from Dumbledore's.

White light captures me.

Before I opened my eyes again, I smelled a mixture of wine, dust, and moldy fabrics. I lay on the bed, covered with a goat-smelling quilt.I fumbled under the mattress, the Invisibility Cloak, Marauder's Map, and wand were all there, the wound in my lower back was bandaged, and the burns and scrapes were medicated.The wound is still numb, but I know that when I open my eyes, there will be a sharp attack of pain soon.

"The last time I saw someone wake up like this was when the hapless Mad-Eye lost a nose piece."

The rough voice sounded, I opened my eyes suddenly, and instinctively wanted to sit up, but in the end I just slammed myself on the bed.Great, the pain didn't just flare up, it exploded.But I finally recognized the owner of the voice. He was Aberforth, the owner of the Hog's Head, which was not one of the places I imagined the Room of Requirement would send me to.Aberforth cursed and ordered me to lie down. After making sure my wounds were not open, he sat back in the chair beside the bed, but still held my hand tightly until I recovered from the onslaught of pain and slowly I got up and sat down, and stuffed a few soft cushions under my body.Then he left the room without a word, and returned with two cups in which flames danced on the surface of the amber liquid.

"My dear brother," Aberforth shoved a glass roughly into my hand, "he's not making life easier for you, is he?"