Together [HP]

Hermione didn't show mercy to Jacqueline, and Jacqueline had been in a coma. In the chaos, she seemed to see her father, Uncle Sean, Uncle Rufus, her mother, and Hermione Granger.But there seemed to be someone shaking in front of her eyes again, a man was getting up from the ground with slow movements, and he rushed out of the room.And then a short woman seemed to get up from the ground, stumbled, screamed and ran out.

Why are there so many people lying on the ground, Jacqueline thought vaguely, her brain was a little dull, where was she, what was she doing.Shouldn't she be standing up like them?A few minutes later, she heard the door of the room being opened, and the room was filled with the sound of chaotic footsteps. Did a lot of people come in?What are they going to do?who are they?

"Wake her up!" A furious voice sounded in the room, and several green rays of light flew over the sky in front of Jacqueline's eyes, and then her face turned cold, and Jacqueline woke up completely.Lucius Malfoy's pale face was hanging in front of her, seeing Jacqueline open his eyes, he sneered, and then looked behind Jacqueline.

"She's awake, master."

Immediately afterwards, Jacqueline felt being lifted straight from the ground, and Voldemort's face appeared in front of Jacqueline without any surprise.

"There he is!" yelled Voldemort, holding his wand to Jacqueline's throat. "Where's Harry Potter?"

"I don't know, my lord," replied Jacqueline, a little frightened. "After he had killed Yaxley, I drew my wand, but I saw nothing. I thought he must be wearing his cloak, Then I was hit by his spell and I didn't know anything about what happened after that."

Voldemort's scarlet eyes fixed on Jacqueline's, and the Death Eaters around them all looked elsewhere, as if they were afraid that they would be burned by such cruel eyes.Jacqueline was not afraid at all. She knew that Voldemort would not be able to see that she was lying from her face. She looked back at Voldemort's face calmly. After a while, Voldemort let go of his grip on Jacqueline. With her hands on the front of her front, Jacqueline took a step back slightly, and stood beside her with her body bowed.

"So many people! But they didn't even catch a single Potter!" Voldemort frantically waved his wand, where the green light swept, Death Eaters ran away with their heads in their arms.

"I have an idea, my lord." Jacqueline stood where she was, she said very clearly, and Voldemort stopped, his scarlet eyes were full of anger, and his wand was pointed at Jacqueline again.

"Say." He shouted angrily.

"This matter may involve some of the adults' secrets," Jacqueline swallowed slightly, "so I personally think, maybe, we should go back to the manor..."

Relieved, Hermione stood up, drew her wand, and began walking in a wide circle beside Harry and Ron, muttering.Just when Hermione took them to apparate, Ron split up, and although Hermione painted him white, Ron was still pale, lying next to him wet, and he didn't try to sit down. Woke up, seemingly unable to do so.

"Where are we?" Ron said hoarsely, touching his injured arm, wincing in pain, "Where are we?"

"The forest where the Quidditch World Cup was held," said Harry.

"Safe guarding... all protection... Muggle shielding... close your ears and listen..." Hermione drew a complicated figure-eight pattern with her wand, "Trap the enemy." Hermione finally waved her wand towards the sky, " That's all I can do. At least, if they come, we should be able to find out, but I don't guarantee that this will stop Fu..."

"Don't mention the name!" Ron cut her off sharply.

Harry and Hermione looked at each other.

"I'm sorry," Ron moaned softly, pulling himself up to look at them, "it makes me feel like a, a jinx or something. Can't we call him You-Know-Who, please?"

"Dumbledore said the fear of a name..." said Harry.

"Remind, buddy, calling the mysterious man by his name didn't bring Dumbledore any good results." Ron said quickly, "Just, just show a little respect to the mysterious man, okay?"

"Respect?" Harry repeated, and Hermione gave Harry a warning glance, obviously not to argue with Ron in his frail condition.

"I'll set up the tent," Hermione said, pointing to her little bag, cast a coming spell, and a pile of canvas, rope and poles flew out.

"Whose tent is this?" Harry asked, starting to untie the tent's nails, a little confused as to where Hermione dug out such a new tent.

Hermione was a little nervous, and she glanced back at Ron as if to get some support from him. "Well," she paused slightly, "it's not important, it stands upright." She pointed to the messy canvas.Immediately the pile rose into the air, and all at once it fell to the ground in front of Harry, the last nail flying from the startled Harry's hand and thumping into the end of the stay.

"Where did it come from?" Ron asked loudly.

"Yes, Jacqueline gave it to me," said Hermione.

Ron said 'oh', but Harry jumped up as if he had been burned.

"Are you using that traitor's thing?"

"She's not a traitor!" Hermione shrieked.

"Then why does she work for the Death Eaters!" shouted Harry, pointing at Hermione and asked, "You told me she had the Dark Lord's mark on her arm! And what else did she give you! She must be spying on us through this."

"She's..." The word 'undercover' lingered on the tip of Hermione's tongue, and she almost said it, but she remembered what Jacqueline had told her, Harry and Ron couldn't know This matter, if Jacqueline said so, there must be her reasons. "She has her reasons." Hermione stood up, her chest folded, and she looked firmly at Harry. "I trust her!"

"So you're on her side!" Harry said a little rudely with an angry look on his face, "I see, you'd rather believe her, believe V..."

"Hey, buddy." Ron tried to hold himself up. "Can you not say that name?"

"Don't you trust a traitor too!" Harry yelled at Ron, his fingers shaking with rage, "You'd rather trust a Slytherin than me!"

"What are you talking about," snapped Ron, "Me and Hermione, we've all abandoned our families to follow you around. We just escaped from the Ministry of Magic under the protection of Death Eaters, and you That's too much to say, man."

"But she's still using that traitor's thing, and she still trusts that person because she's her ex-girlfriend!"

"She's not my ex-girlfriend!" shrieked Hermione, flushing with anger for the first time. "She's my life, Harry Potter!" Hermione pulled herself away excitedly. The coat, the soft armor on the facade looming, "She also gave me this armor, it keeps me from being affected by the ghosts. Also! If you noticed Harry, she helped us get us from the Ministry of Magic Escape." Hermione took out a small bag from her arms, and she threw it to Harry, "She gave me all the things in it, potions, herbs and canned food! Check, tell me, what is she going to do?" How to use these to spy on us!"

Hermione crouched down, and she hugged herself tightly, sobbing softly.Harry glanced at Hermione, who angrily threw the little bag on the ground and walked to the other side, panting like he saw a red cow.

"I don't know what she's thinking." Ron glanced at Harry, who looked at Hermione, "but Hermione, if there's one thing I'm sure of, it's that Jacqueline loves You, if you don't trust her anymore, I don't know how she's going to go on. And Harry," Ron sighed, "we never didn't trust you, but you shouldn't doubt us either."

Hermione looked at Ron, she sniffed, her eyes were still red, "I'm going to make some tea," she said breathlessly, took out the kettle and cup from her pouch, and walked towards the tent go.

This tent was completely different from the one Hermione lived in during the Quidditch World Cup last time. On the first floor was a relatively spacious kitchen connected to the living room, and there was a staircase leading to the second floor.

Ten minutes later, Harry walked in with a sullen face, and it seemed that he and Ron had talked a lot.He was standing in the living room, watching Hermione pour tea into a cup. "I'm sorry," he said, "I shouldn't have gotten mad at you. Here," he paused, looking around, "it's not too bad , I originally thought we were going to sleep in the wilderness."

"Maybe she thinks we can only do our jobs well if we eat well and live well." Hermione carefully handed a cup of tea to Harry, and Harry held the cup tightly, as if trying to make his heart palpitate. Moving fear and anger burn away. "Harry, Jacqueline she..."

"Can we not talk about her?" said Harry firmly.

Hermione sighed. "Shall we go and move Ron in? It's getting dark."

Harry nodded stiffly, and he and Hermione walked out, dragging and hugging Ron into the tent.

"We still have a second floor?" Ron looked as surprised as when Hermione came in for the first time. "I thought we were hunting Horcruxes, not traveling."

"She also prepared a lot of food for us." Hermione smiled at Ron, "But before you get well, I can only wrong you to rest in the living room first."

"Are you kidding me?" Ron lay on the sofa in the living room, looking at Harry and Hermione sitting next to him, "This is much better than my room at the Burrow."

Hermione chuckled, and she looked at Harry, "Shall we go up and have a look?"

Harry nodded. "We'll save you a room, Ron."

"It's nice to have money," muttered Ron.

Hermione and Harry walked upstairs. They each opened the door of a room. Harry walked into the room on the left, but he backed out quickly. "I think she prepared this for you, Hermione."

Hermione looked at Harry, she was a little surprised, she walked into the room, and immediately understood why Harry said that, there was a bottle of perfume on the table in the room.

Hermione hurried over to pick it up, and there was a piece of parchment under the perfume bottle, with Jacqueline's handwriting on it:

Miss Hermione Granger,

This was your birthday present last year, and your birthday present this year is that set of armor, which will only be effective if worn by someone recognized by the castle.In addition, the next room is your study, where I put many books that I personally think are useful.I'm a firm believer that it's okay for two boys to squeeze together.

It was signed by Jacqueline Graham.

Hermione hugged the letter tightly to her chest, biting her lower lip.