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In The Dark
It was him.
It was obviously him. I’m not sure how my aunt, my father or my mother, or anyone else in the room could think it would be anyone other than him.
The Golden Trio was famous in Hogwarts. And aside from the few weeks after his name came out of The Goblet of Fire, and that……… entertaining period during our sixth year when Won-Won and Lav-Lav were having a contest to see who could swallow each other’s tongue, they were never apart.
So when The Snatchers brought in three teenagers – a boy with red hair, a bushy haired brunette girl and a black haired boy – I knew who the third one was at once, even though he looked nothing like the boy I knew, the boy I loved.
The lack of glasses, the missing scar, the distorted face, the muddy brown eyes……… none of these could hide who he really was from me.
I thought back to the time he had pretended to be……… Crabbe? Goyle? One of my former minions. When he had pretended to be them and come to the common room to find out who The Heir of Slytherin was. The way he had walked, the expressions on his face – everything about him had screamed “Potter”, even if I hadn’t realised it right away.
And the same was true now – I could see the love in his eyes. The love for me, the love for his friends. And I could see the trust as well – the absolute trust that I wouldn’t betray him, that I would help him and his friends.
That I would get him out of this, so he could live to fight another day.
“We picked ‘em up in the forest” One of the Snatchers said, speaking to my aunt “Says they are Penelope Clearwater, Stan Shunpike and Dudley Dursley”
I nearly burst into laughter when I heard their aliases, but I managed to restrain myself, but I had to lower my head and stare at the ground for a few moments. Moments where my aunt stalked forward to stand in front of the three prisoners.
“Is it him?” She asked. It took me a second to realise she was talking to me, and when I did, I looked up.
“Pardon me?” I stared at her, stalling for time.
“Is it him?” She gestured at the black haired boy – the one who called himself Dudley Dursley “Is that Harry Potter?”
I stared at her for a moment longer, then slowly turned and looked at Harry. I looked into the eyes of my boyfriend – of my Adorable Annoyance, of the boy for whom I decided long ago that I would give my life for if it came to it – and made a pretence of looking him over, as if I hadn’t recognized him the first moment I saw him.
After a minute or so, I slowly turned back to where my aunt was standing, with my mother and father stood behind her, and I made my choice – if choice is the right word when you know what you are going to say long before you ever come to the point of saying it.
“No” I shook my head “It’s not him”