Chapter 4
"Umbitch." Rebecca muttered over her dinner. "Couldn't be another insufferable-"
"That'll do." Remus scolded and pointed at her plate. "Eat those green beans. I had to, you have to."
Rebecca took a forkful and ate them with a scowl. Harry and Sirius' conversation had been going on for ages and she had only just begun to listen with any semblance of attention.
"Now we know where the locket is, we just have to go and get it." Harry glared at his dinner as if it would give him an answer. "The bloody question how."
Hermione's head shot up. "We need to get into the Ministry."
Ron didn't look away from his plate. "He jus' 'aid 'at."
Hermione rolled her eyes at his manners. "We need to get into the Ministry...as Ministry workers."
Rebecca's fork froze in the air and she met Hermione's eyes with clear understanding. "You are a genius."
Remus snapped. "Will someone tell us what's going on?" He slid his chair back and stood at his spot a moment before fading back into the Remus they all knew. "I-I'm sorry." Remus left quickly, embarrassed at such an outburst.
Sirius furthered his partner's apology. "We're coming up on a moon. He didn't mean-"
"It's alright." Rebecca looked out the door worriedly. "Maybe you should check on him."
Sirius mussed her hair as he walked behind her. "Leave the plates, we'll get them. It's probably for the best if we don't know anyway. The less who know, the less chance of anything happening."
Ron raised his eyes from his nearly-cleared plate at last. "We have a plan?"
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"This is not a plan." Ron muttered beside Rebecca as they looked down at the four unconscious Ministry workers. "This is a bloody death sentence."
"It's the plan, Ron." Rebecca snapped at him and plucked hairs from the two men in front of her while Hermione took from the other two.
"And it's a very good plan, it just has to work." Hermione poured the Polyjuice Potion into the four vials she had taken out from her bag. "Remember what we said: don't talk to anyone unless absolutely necessary. We have to try and act normal."
Rebecca dropped the hair from her person--a large, bearded, scowly man unlike Rebecca in every way--and swirled the potion around as it began to fizz. "Their normal though. Don't act like yourselves, do what everyone else is doing."
Hermione nodded and looked at her potion carefully. "If we do that, with a bit of luck we'll get inside. Then..."
"Then," Rebecca raised her vial like it was a toast. "Then it gets tricky."
"Right!" Hermione raised her vial too. The boys glanced at each other, concerned at how in-sync the girls were and slightly afraid by how they finished each other's sentence. "This is mental!" Hermione cried out as if she were about to burst into laughter.
"Entirely!" Rebecca added as she felt the changes begin to take place.
Harry cleared his throat and raised his vial to his lips. "Let's rein it in a bit. We've got a horcrux to find."
Rebecca opened her eyes after shutting them tightly to off-put the dizziness of her body transforming and found that her glasses now impaired her vision instead of correcting it. Hermione held her hands out for both Harry and Rebecca's glasses to keep them in her bag. The man Rebecca had taken the shape of didn't carry identification or a keycard, but they didn't want to risk paralysing another Ministry worker with three already missing.
Outside the decrepit ground floor they had charmed to repel Muggles, the street was busy again. The streets in London, Rebecca had discovered, rarely seemed to sleep. Down the road they were on, there was an uncharacteristically long line to a nearby park's public toilets.
"That'll be where we go in." Harry muttered. "You'll have to go to the other one, Hermione."
"Mafalda." Hermione corrected sharply. "The name's Mafalda, Albert. Good luck."
Rebecca looked around the mens' toilets and grimaced. "Should've picked a bloody woman."
"That's what I always say!" A man near her jested and knocked her shoulder roughly. Rebecca grit her teeth and stepped forward as the queue moved. By the time her seething had receded, she and Harry were the next two to enter the stalls that they had watched a number of people enter and not exit again.
Ron had entered a person or two ahead of them, but that stall hadn't opened again. When Rebecca stopped in front of the door, it swung open and revealed an equally-disgusting interior.
Ron hoisted himself up over the divider. "You've got to flush yourself in." He only remembered that Harry and Rebecca wouldn't know how to get in after he had entered. "It's bloody disgusting, but how go!"
There was a harsh pounding on the doors to their stalls and Rebecca stepped up onto the toilet seat with the body that wasn't her own. At least this way, she rationalised, it wasn't like she was stepping into this filth. Rebecca reached up for the chain and took a deep breath before pulling it. Similar to apparating, the transport made her feel as if she were spinning or being pulled through a tube and, once she had arrived, she opened her eyes in a fireplace inside the Ministry of Magic's entrance.
The witch Hermione had taken the body of had frozen a few paces outside of the fireplace exits, creating a blockage that left a line of irritated Ministry workers weaving around her.
"Not now, Mafalda." Rebecca whispered. "You will tear this statue down one day, but not today."
Hermione blinked, tearing her eyes away from the horror now gracing the centre of the atrium. Witches and wizards in dress robes and formal wear were carved into a massive marble configuration. Underneath the feet of the magic-doers were Muggles being crushed and smashed down, their faces crying out and startlingly realistic grimaces. The words at the bottom of the statue could be read as they all walked nearer to get to the bulk of the Ministry building beyond, "Muggles in their rightful place."
Harry and Ron followed Hermione and Rebecca's disguises until they were out from the crowd that ballooned at the arrival point.
"I'm starting to freak out a bit." Ron whispered to their backs.
Rebecca looked over her shoulder and stood taller in the body of the man she impersonated. "Look, we're wasting time. We've got no idea how long this batch will last, we need to get a move on." She turned on her heel and led them towards the lift that had opened across the hall. They could discuss where they needed to go in the more-private location.
"Cattermole!" Though the lift's gate had begun to close, a man had thrown it back in and shouted up at whom Ron had impersonated. "It's still raining in my office!" Ron gulped, he thought someone named Reginald Cattermole would have been someone good to take over, someone who lived under the radar. Certainly not someone who got shouted at in the lift. "That's two days now!"
Ron cleared his throat. "Have you tried an umbrella?"
Yaxley stared at him a long moment. "You do realise I'm going downstairs, don't you, Cattermole?"
"Downstairs?" Ron echoed. The threat was clear enough, but none of the infiltrators had any idea what it meant.
"To interrogate your wife." Yaxley nodded once. "Now, if my wife's blood status was in doubt, and the Head of the Magical Law Enforcement needed a job doing...well, I know what I'd make a priority. You have one hour."
Yaxley let the lift close and continue on its path as it had been trying to do.
Ron looked to the others in a panic as they scrambled for handles to keep from falling down. "What am I going to do? My wife's all alone downstairs!"
Harry looked at Ron and waited for his friend to take a breath. "You don't have a wife, Ron."
"Oh, right." Ron sighed. "Now how do I stop it raining?"
The lift jerked to an abrupt stop.
"Try 'finite incantatem.'" Hermione told him as the gate lifted again.
Rebecca had to reach forward and nudge Ron out of the lift. "If we don't find Umbridge in the hour, we'll meet back here and have to come again another day."
Ron turned around to agree with the plan, particularly the leaving part, but the lift had already begun its travelling to its next stop.
While the elevator wove its way around the Ministry of Magic, Rebecca read over the list of each stop's contents. "I'll take this one." She said, taking a step towards the door before Harry or Hermione could offer to. "If this is the Minister's offices, it'll have hers too."
Harry grabbed Rebecca's arm as she passed him. "Be careful."
"Thought I'd be stupid." Rebecca gave him a wink so her he could almost see her face hidden underneath the bearded man's. Harry and Hermione, still inside the lift, went off to wherever it was headed next while Rebecca walked down the corridors like she had a purpose.
Eventually, she found a long hall with names on the plaques of every door. Near the end, where the largest door was, Rebecca found the familiar words: 'Dolores Umbridge, Snr. Undersecretary to the Minister.' Rebecca looked around to see if anyone was near and tapped her wand to the metal so that the letters rearranged themselves into 'I am an ugly toad.'
The ministry office was as pink as her Hogwarts one had been, but a whirring sound dragged Rebecca's attention away from the cat plates. May-Eye's enchanted eye had been hung on the wall like it was a trophy, the spoils of a battle that shouldn't have ever happened.
Rebecca paralysed the eye into silence and jammed it into her pocket. No one's memory should be disgraced by having to look at Umbridge for eternity. It would be given the burial his body had never gotten.
Returning to the task at hand, Rebecca locked the door and went to Umbridge's desk to find out as much as they could about what the undersecretary's whereabouts should be.
Muggle-Born Registration Committee, 10:00
The best part, and now Rebecca learned, the worst part to a detailed diary was that you were easy to find. Rebecca looked through documents needing signatures and invitations to work-place functions and such. Underneath a stack of dead or suspected-dead posters of Order members, Rebecca found the wanted posters with she and Harry's faces. Rebecca plucked a quill off Umbridge's orderly pile and scrawled a signature for the woman, "To my number one fan, RJ Potter-Weasley!"
Rebecca checked the time and thought back to the committee meeting Umbridge was supposed to be at. If the others hadn't found her, she might be the only one who knew where to find her. "And besides," Rebecca thought as she dug around in her pockets. "Late is my calling card." It took longer than it should have with the strange feeling of someone else's clothes and hands, but she eventually found the pill-like shape she had been looking for.
Fred and George had both questioned when a Pocket-Tornado would be handy, and Rebecca tried to think about how good it would feel to tell them that they were both wrong instead of how badly her heart ached missing them.
Rebecca let the sound of destruction seep out from under the door a moment to soothe her sadness before enchanting the sounds away. It would certainly bring a shock to Umbridge the next time she entered her office all the same.
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The lift jerked into a climb first and Rebecca was unable to figure out how to make it take her back down before someone else got in. She kept her eyes turned towards the corner as the gates opened, though the sound of the entrant dripping caught her attention.
"Ron?" Rebecca stared at the soaking wet man and waited for any recognition to show. "It's me, Rebecca."
Awareness grew. "Rebecca! I forgot. The beard, it confused me."
Rebecca reached up and poked the excess that her copy had. "I'm not really a fan either. Did you get the rain to stop?"
The lift stopped again, still not where Rebecca was trying to get. Miraculously, the next entrant was also a familiar face. Harry checked behind Ron as if Hermione would have been hiding and looked to Rebecca with a spark of worry. "Hermione's still there?"
"Still where?"
"The courtrooms with Umbridge." Harry reached in front of Rebecca and pushed a few of the buttons in an order she had yet to try. The lift launched into backwards motion before falling like a stone.
Rebecca smirked. "Good that Umbridge will be down there a while." Harry eyed her warily. "What? It's not like she'll know until she goes back to her office!"
Before Harry could really get into his scolding about Rebecca losing focus, the gates opened again. The three infiltrators filed out orderly, taking on the roles that they had assumed.
As they turned left to the courtrooms, guards exited a door farther down the hall with a pleading man between them. "No! There's been a mistake! I'm a half-blood, my father worked here for thirty years!" The man's voice grew louder as the guards ignored him. "Billy Aldrich! He always work his coat inside out! Take me back, there's been a mistake!"
Rebecca reached into her jacket for her wand, but Harry knocked her arm with his shoulder.
"Not yet." Harry warned. "We have to get the locket."
Rebecca slowed down until she was behind Harry and Ron as the entrance to the courtroom Umbridge was scheduled to be in neared. Something inside of her was growing taut, something that told her her role wouldn't be with the others.
Across the courtroom, Umbridge was sat in the same seat Cornelius Fudge had been in during Harry and Rebecca's face-off with the entire Wizengamot before their fifth year had begun. Umbridge's cat patronus played on the podium around her, though the woman mostly ignored it and addressed the mostly empty chamber as if there were an audience. "Mary Elizabeth Cattermole?"
The woman in the trial chair seemed to be pulling herself in, to minimise how much space she took up as if that would save her. "Yes."
"Of 27 Chislehurst Gardens, Great Tolling, Evesham?"
"Yes."
Harry clenched his jaw as the familiar buzzing of a horcrux near grew stronger. "It's here." He whispered to Ron, still beside him. With their objective so near, Harry didn't notice how Rebecca lingered at the door. His focus laid entirely on the locket hanging against Umbridge's dark pink jumper. It was the locket Regulus had died for, and it was right there.
Umbridge continued to read off the questions in front of her, oblivious to the changes looming over her. "Mother to Maisie, Ellie, and Alfred? Wife to Reginald?"
"Reg?" Mary, the woman on trial, called for Ron.
Harry acted with only a slight delay, realising that he would need to play his role a little longer if he were to get close enough to Umbridge to get the locket. He grabbed Ron by the shoulder as if he had been bringing 'Reginald' to the trial.
In the sparsely filled judicial seats around Umbridge, Yaxley smirked at the wet appearance of Reginald Cattermole.
"Thank you, Albert." Umbridge nodded her head to Harry, in the body of 'Albert,' and questioned why he had felt it necessary to accompany Mr Cattermole downstairs.
"Someone..." Harry's mind was moving faster than his mouth and he had to wait for everything to catch up. "Someone once told me the best safety is preparing theoretically, so I prepared as such."
Umbridge nodded once, pleased with the answer. Then she turned her attention back to the woman undergoing trial. "Mary Elizabeth Cattermole? A wand was taken from you upon your arrival at the Ministry. Mrs Cattermole, is this that wand?"
Rebecca, backing out of the doorway, saw the similarity between how Umbridge held the wand and stared at Mary and how Umbridge had stared down at the scores of students she had tortured.
"From which witch or wizard did you take it from?"
"I-I got it in Diagon Alley from Ollivander's when I was eleven." Mary's voice broke. "It chose me."
Umbridge smiled a terrible smile and moved onto her next section of interrogation. Harry began to slowly work his way around the circular room and Rebecca could see how he was inching towards Umbridge--and the horcrux--with every second. With Ron, Hermione, and him all focused on the task at hand, Rebecca quit fighting against her need to do something drastic.
The corridor outside the courtroom was empty as it had been and heavily coated in grieving silence. Rebecca turned down the direction the guards had dragged the man from before down, the one who had been deemed impure of blood. It wasn't hard to find where they had taken him. There was only one door with a guard posted out from and the sound of people crying seeped out through the metal bars over the window adjacent.
"Wotch 'ou wan' down 'ere?" The guard barked through a thick scouse accent. "'Ou ain't 'pposed to be-"
Rebecca stunned the guard and searched his pockets. "I want the keys."
Rebecca was grateful that the body she had taken over was taller than hers as it allowed her a glimpse inside, though it forced her heartbeat to her ears. The room was packed with bodies; men, women, children.
Footsteps echoing down the hall forced Rebecca into action; she unlocked the door and dragged the guard inside before shutting it and ducking with her finger to her lips for the Muggleborns in the room to stay quiet.
"Stupid bastard always takes doubles!" The other guard kicked the door angrily when he saw that his colleague was taking an extended break again. "I'm not doing the work of two men, not anymore!" He raised his voice and then marched away, off to find his superiour.
After the guard had retreated far enough, Rebecca reached for her wand. The room gasped and cowered away.
"No, no!" Rebecca held her still-empty hands up to them so that they knew she meant them no harm. They had no idea that she wasn't a Ministry worker who had done who-knows-what to them, they didn't know this wasn't her body. "I'm not...whoever this is." Rebecca looked around the room and kept her hands up. "I'm not going to hurt you?"
"Who are you then if not him?" A woman demanded, her body placed firmly in front her daughter. "Is this another trick to get us to confess? I didn't steal any magic!"
Rebecca shook her head and looked over her shoulder out the window in case there was any sign that someone was nearing. "No, it's not a trick and who I am isn't important. I'm here to help get you out of here."
"Help?" One man shook his head. "We should just stay here!"
"They're not going to kill us all!" Someone added.
Rebecca stood and glared out at those frightening everyone back into submission. "You can stay if you want, but they will kill you. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but how long do you really want to play that game?
The silence of the prisoners prompted Rebecca's plan into its next step. She separated them quickly into handfuls of groups, families and anyone who looked similar enough to pass as such. "You lot come first," She directed, nodding to the young man she had left in charge of the door. "And look sad. There's a fireplace in Arthur Weasley's office and a flowerpot under the lamp."
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Harry knew that Rebecca wasn't with them, but he couldn't worry about where she had gone or what she was doing with how loudly the buzzing of being near a horcrux had filled his head. Through Umbridge's questioning, he had gotten closer and closer.
"Wands only choose witches and you are not a witch." Umbridge declared. "You lie."
"I am a witch!" Mary cried out and looked to the body of her husband for help. "Tell them Reg, tell them what I am!" Ron stood silently, frozen in his panic. "Tell them, Reg!!"
Harry climbed the last few steps so that he was directly in front of Umbridge and dropped his wand out of his sleeve into his hand. Hermione braced herself at Umbridge's side, tightening her hand on her wand too.
"What on earth are you doing, Albert?" Umbridge demanded, her lips pursed in shock.
"You're lying, Dolores." Harry's tone was dark and his face began to twitch.
Out in the corridor, bringing one of the last groups to the lift, Rebecca stumbled as the legs she had been using shrunk back to their usual length. Their disguises were fading and they were out of time. Rebecca turned back around and pushed the last groups together into one large one. Running behind them, trying to herd them towards the lift, Rebecca was herself in too-large clothes looking like a child playing dress up.
"Do you understand what you've done?" A woman grabbed her arm before Rebecca could shut the gate. "You saved us all."
"You're welcome!" Rebecca tried to pull her arm from the woman so that they could get to the fireplace before the Ministry went into lock down.
"You will always have a place to rest in Caterham." The woman, so overwhelmed in her gratefulness, didn't see the widening of Rebecca's eyes or the catching of her breath. "The house with four candles, understand?"
"If I say yes," Rebecca looked over her shoulder. The others' disguises had to have faded or be fading as they spoke. "Will you take this bloody life to safety?!"
Rebecca gave a quick agreement and slammed the gate shut to hurry back to the courtroom the others hadn't yet left. Just as Rebecca threw the door open, Hermione ripped the necklace from the unconscious Umbridge's neck. Around the rest of the room, Death Eaters sat where they had been in varying states of unconscious.
Hermione grabbed Ron by the back of his shirt and shoved him towards Harry, away from the back of the courtroom. The ceiling had disappeared at the recognition of intruders and a flood of dementors began to descend.
Their footsteps echoed up to the ghouls as the four ran back towards the lift. The chill of the dementor and their accompanying grief only spurred them on harder. The lift, luckily, had returned from the last group of prisoners.
Harry slammed the gate closed and held his arms out across the fronts of the others to shield them the best he could.
The dementors fought to get through the metal gate before realising that the closest dementors of the swarm could feed. Rebecca, unprepared for the echoing of James' last moments, hesitated. Harry raised his wand and sent his stag to clear the darkness.
"Wh-Who-" Mary, luckily having followed them, stared up at the now entirely himself Ron. "Where is Reginald?"
"It's..." Ron grabbed at his hair in frustration. How can you explain what they had been had been up to in the little time they had. "It's a long story. Listen, go home. Get your kids and get out of the country. Do you understand?"
Mary didn't move.
Ron grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her once. "Do you understand?!"
Mary nodded and grabbed Ron by the neck of his shirt to bring him into a heated kiss that only ended when the lift doors opened.
Rebecca looked over her shoulder at the others and grimaced. "Move with a purpose and no one will notice."
Harry tried to follow suit, tried to walk as calmly as his twin was. Hermione was firmly at his side and, although walking stiffly, managing to move. Ron was behind them all with his shoes squeaking noisily due to the leftover water from Yaxley's office.
Eyes passed over them before doubling back, their faces all familiar in a nagging, concerning way. Harry and Rebecca had graced the cover of more Undesirable posters than most, after all.
"It's-that's the Potters!" Whispers came before raised voices. "They're right there!"
Rebecca walked on as long as she could pretend that they were talking about others. But when the collection of security guards turned the corner, their formation had to break. "Run!" She shouted, sprinting forward. The waist of the pants the man had fit into had been rolled down enough so that she had both hands free, and it was lucky that they had. One hand was needed to knock away all those reaching for her, to stop their escape, and the other was needed to cast spells back at their chasers.
Hermione cast spell after spell behind them, but looked forward at Rebecca's voice.
"Today is that day!"
Hermione knew what Rebecca was talking about: the statue looming over them as menacingly as it had when they had entered the Ministry earlier. Hermione raised her wand up at the carving, at the image of everything wrong with the Wizarding world. "Bombarda magnifica!"
The statue exploded. The explosion sent some of their capturers in other directions and paused the others in the thick dust that rose as the marble fell. Yaxley dissipated the cloud and the security guards not stunned began the chase once more.
Harry threw a table on its side near the exit of the Ministry's atrium. On top had been piles of posters calling for his and Rebecca's capture, they flew up in the air as Rebecca sent a gust of wind through them with hopes of covering their path as the smoke could no longer.
Harry, glancing over his shoulder to make sure that the others were still behind him, felt a flash of a memory go off in his mind. The posters--momentarily--were his first Hogwarts letter. The time for reminiscing had never arrived, and Harry was forced back to the present when Rebecca shoved him towards the hall with the fireplaces.
They had both been running in the same trajectory, Rebecca and Harry, but her momentum moved him into one of the fireplaces before the gates slammed shut as they were going down the length of the hall. Rebecca, busy making sure the others got out, scrambled away from the witch she was forced into after slamming into a security wizard who had been unsure of what to do once he had a Potter in his grip. She stunned him and made it into the last of the two fireplaces open without a second to spare.
Rebecca, narrowly having escaped, didn't see how Yaxley had grabbed onto Ron as he and Hermione apparated away. She didn't even know how she had made the jump from Floo travel to apparation, nor how she had made it anywhere at all with the destination being solely 'to Hermione.'
Yaxley and Ron exchanged blows viciously while they were interdimensional. Eventually, though not before wandering to close to the physical realm while still travelling, Ron made it so he and Hermione weren't being followed.
Rebecca landed in a pile on crunchy, leafy ground with trees forming a sparsely covered ceiling high above. The air had been forced out of her lungs at the collision and she turned onto her side.
Harry, also landing in a pile nearby, forced himself to his feet far quicker. He scooped his wand and the locket off of the ground next to where he had landed and shouted triumphantly into the forest they were in. Their mission had succeeded, they had done it. They had-
"Oh god," Ron gasped. "Oh god." He wasn't capable of saying anything else at the moment.
Rebecca, barely remembering how to breathe, lifted her head at the sound of Ron's panic.
"Hey now," Hermione kneeled over Ron and applied pressure to the wounds that were bleeding profusely. "It's alright. It's okay. You're going to be okay."
The panic in her voice forced Rebecca to her knees, then to her feet. Hermione was grateful that Rebecca stirred on her own--her powers, inexplicable as they were, may end up being needed. Hermione gave Harry instructions while she continued to hold pressure to Ron. "In my bag. There's a bottle labelled 'Essence of Dittany.'"
Rebecca couldn't believe the sight in front of her as she fell back to her knees at Ron's head. She held her hands to the sides of his head to keep him from trying to look as he had been. He had splinched himself so severely that the skin going down his arm--from his shoulder to his forearm--was torn like a ribbon. Ron sobbed and shook as the pain overloaded his body.
"It hurts, it hurts!"
Rebecca nodded and tried to speak calmly as Harry searched in Hermione's bag. "Harry's getting it, okay? Hermione's going to fix you right up and you'll be just fine."
Ron closed his eyes. Tears streamed down his cheeks. He turned his head away from his arm as if more distance would lessen the agony.
"Unstopper it." Hermione directed before taking the full dropper from Harry. Her hands shook as she administered it, warning Ron that it would sting.
Ron writhed and let out a moan Rebecca heard echo in her heart. Once the dittany had seeped into the depths of the wound, though, he stilled slightly.
"I thought we were going back to Grimmauld Place." Harry looked around the wilderness they were in.
"We were!" Hermione looked up at Harry and the pile of medicinal items he had dumped onto the ground in his searching. "We were, but then Yaxley had a hold of my arm and Ron was-I knew that if he saw where we were that it would have brought attention back onto the others."
Rebecca brushed the hair off of Ron's forehead as he settled into a pain-laden semi-consciousness. "I'll bandage it up."
Hermione nodded and gave her the roll. Hermione had questioned even bringing Muggle first-aid, but then she remembered who exactly this insane expedition was being undertaken with.
Once the potion had worked the best it would, Ron's arm was reduced to a collection of barely-formed scabs and raw flesh. Rebecca started at his shoulder and wrapped his arm tightly. She didn't even notice Hermione stand or how Harry followed her.
"What are you doing?" Harry asked as Hermione raised her wand a few paces away from Rebecca and Ron.
"Protego totalum." Hermione cast the charm and waved her wand in a diagonal strike. "We don't want another visit like on Shaftesbury Avenue. We need protection. Salvio hexia."
Harry raised his wand to try and help, but miscast the second enchantment.
"It's alright." Hermione looked down at her blood-stained hands and tried to still their shaking. "There's a tent in the bag. You start on that."
Harry nodded and crouched next to the pile he had left earlier. Putting the supplies back into the bag, he couldn't help but listen to the words Rebecca was murmuring to Ron.
"You would have liked to stick around and see it, I bet. I told them a pocket-tornado would be handy one day. I've got more tucked away in...well, you just need to know that I have more." Rebecca sniffed and shook her head. "Once this is all over, I'm going to give you one to throw at Fred. Okay? Pay back for that horrible prank my first summer with you all. I won't even care that it'll be my room that gets tornado-ed either."
Harry stood up once he had the tent and left Rebecca to her comforting--both of Ron and herself. He closed the bag with a sense of dread. It had already saved one of their lives and they had only been on the road for a couple of days. What would they do once it was empty?
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