New Harry Potter Adventures: Chapter 8 – Rescue

This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, or have any affiliation with the author.

Chapter 8
‘Say that again,’ said Voldemort dangerously as he sat in the living room of Malfoy Manor.
‘The n-news just came in an hour ago my L-Lord,’ replied Bellatrix shakily, ‘they s-say Potter broke into Gringott’s.’ Voldemort’s nostrils flared in anger as he began to stroke his newly acquired Elder Wand.
‘Whose vault had he broken into?’ asked Voldemort quickly.
‘R-Ron’s my Lord,’ said Bellatrix quietly.
‘Was anything taken?’ asked Voldemort even quicker.
‘Just one item my L-Lord,’ replied Bellatrix who couldn’t bear to look in her Master’s eyes, ‘they say a large cup has gone missing.’ Voldemort gave a terrible scream of rage as his snake-like red eye’s widened in shock. Bellatrix gave a little whimper before quickly fleeing the room as Voldemort placed his hands on top of his head.

The boy knows…….the boy knows…….how could he possibly know about my horcruxes?….. has he destroyed anymore?…… surely I, the greatest wizard of all time would have known, would have felt it if he had?
Voldemort stood up from the chair as these dark thought’s clouded his mind.
‘I need to go and check if the others are safe, I need to be sure,’ said Voldemort to himself before quickly departing the room.

*

The cry of a cockerel filled the air as the first rays of Sun on an early spring morning shone on Shell Cottage. Ginny was sat by her bedroom window, looking out across the front garden in the hope of seeing Harry’s return. He had been gone for over a week and worry was beginning to set in. News had reached them that Harry and Hermione had successfully broken into and escaped from Gringott’s and Ginny had expected them to be back by now. Ginny sighed as she looked back at the bed where only a week ago, she and Harry had slept peacefully together.
Reluctantly, Ginny stood up and went to go back to bed as she gave one last look out of the window. Suddenly, a movement by the gate outside caused Ginny to grip the window ledge tightly and focus her eyes on the disturbance. Ginny watched as two figures slowly made their way up the white, gravel path towards the house. Both of them were wearing backpacks and one of them seemed to be holding a large shiny cup.

‘Bill! Fleur!’ shouted Ginny joyously as she ran from her room, ‘they’re here! They’re back!’ A weary looking Harry and Hermione began to make their way up the path when suddenly the front door burst open. Harry gave a wide smile as Ginny, still dressed in her pyjamas, bounded towards them with a look of pure happiness etched on her face.
‘Thank God your both safe,’ said Ginny in a happy relief as she flung her arms around Harry’s neck and gave him a flurry of kisses. Hermione smiled as she walked to the front door where a smiling Bill and Fleur stood arm-in-arm waiting to greet them.

‘God I’ve missed you,’ said Harry quietly to Ginny as he placed his hands on her curvy bum and lifted her off the ground. Ginny laughed as Harry spun on the spot as he gave her a passionate kiss on the lips. Eventually, Harry placed her back down as the two of them joined Hermione, Bill and Fleur on the doorstep.
‘Good to see you Harry,’ said Bill as he gave Harry an enthusiastic hand-shake, ‘how the devil did you manage to escape?’
‘Bill,’ replied Harry as he and Hermione shared a knowing smile, ‘if I told you me and Hermione escaped by smashing through the main atrium of Gringott’s on an old, blind dragon and then rode it all the way to Scotland would you believe me?’
‘I would say you’re mad,’ answered Bill whose eyes were wide in amazement.
‘Then I’m a mad man,’ replied Harry as all five of them laughed and made their way into the cottage.

*

A few days later, Harry and Hermione found themselves alone at the kitchen table as they began to plan their next course of action.
‘Harry,’ said Hermione gently, ‘I want to go back to Malfoy Manor. Luna and Dean are still there, we have to go and save them.’ Harry gave a slight flinch as he thought back to his experiences of Malfoy Manor.
‘Ok Hermione, but answer me this truthfully. Do you want to go back just to save Luna and Dean or because you want to see Ron?’ asked Harry more sternly then he meant to sound. Hermione shuffled uncomfortably on her seat as Harry stared at her.
‘I want to save Luna and Dean from that awful place….but yes, I need to see Ron,’ replied Hermione truthfully.
‘Why?’ asked Harry as he leaned across the table to take hold of Hermione’s hand.
‘Because I still believe there’s some good in him,’ said Hermione softly, ‘even after all the things he has done, he never hurt Ginny in that place. Even when he had the chance to kill us, he didn’t. If I can just speak to him, try to convince him of the truth, I could save him.’ Harry and Hermione sat in silence for a few moments as Harry looked into Hermione’s resolute eyes. Harry swallowed slightly as he went to reply.
‘Ok Hermione, I’m with you…..we’ll go tonight.’

*

An owl hooted from a tree in the garden of Malfoy Manor as Harry and Hermione appeared out of thin air. Even though it was the dead of night, Harry still insisted on using the invisibility cloak as the two of them squatted slightly to make sure their feet didn’t show.

‘Ok Hermione,’ said Harry as he spied an open window on the ground floor of the house, ‘you go and look for Ron and I’ll find Dean and Luna. Remember, first sign of trouble and we’re out of there understood?’ Hermione nodded determinedly as they made their way to the open window and climbed in. Hermione landed softly like a cat in what looked like the pantry as she quickly stalked off deeper into the house. Harry joined her outside the pantry as he watched her begin to creep up the stairs. Harry spied a narrow staircase leading downwards as he decided to descend the stairs. Just as Harry reached the bottom step, a silver hand swooped around the corner and grabbed him by the throat. Harry gagged as he felt the air being choked out of him as the warm torchlight suddenly revealed his attacker.

‘Wormtail….please let me go,’ pleaded Harry as his eyes began to roll back into his head. For a split second, Harry felt the hand on his throat release as Wormtail looked down on the boy who had once saved his life. Suddenly, Wormtail gave a small yelp as his hand slowly made its way to his own throat.

‘No! Peter!’ Harry cried as he tried to help Wormtail fight against his own hand. Wormtail’s eyes widened in fear as his silver fingers wrapped around his throat and squeezed tightly. Harry tried desperately to prise the fingers away but it was too late. With a final violent shudder, Wormtail’s eyes glazed over and his body went numb. Peter Pettigrew had died for the second time in his life, for the moment of pity he had showed Harry. Harry lowered his head as he respectfully closed Peter’s eyes, before carrying on down the torch bracketed path.
Finally, Harry found Dean and Luna in the furthest prison cell as he released them and embraced them both.
‘Come on, we need to go now!’ said Harry hurriedly as they quickly made their way back out of the dungeon.

*

After meeting no resistance, Hermione peeped through the keyhole of one of the bedroom doors. Hermione eyes widened in shock as she saw Draco fucking what seemed to be Pansy, hard on the bed. Hermione watched his curvy, pale bum rise and fall quickly, his balls slapping into Pansy’s pussy loudly before Hermione turned away in disgust. Hermione crept over to the next door and looked through the keyhole. Hermione gasped slightly as she spotted Ron, sat with his back turned from her by a desk in the corner of the room. Holding her breath, Hermione silently opened the door as she made her way into the room.

‘Ron,’ said Hermione gently as Ron turned round sharply to face her.
‘You!’ replied Ron in shock as he went to grab his wand.
‘No wait….Ron, please. I’m not armed, please….I just want to talk to you,’ begged Hermione as she dropped to her knees and placed her hands high to show she was defenceless. Ron paused for a moment as he contemplated the situation.

‘How did you get in?’ asked Ron simply as he dropped his wand on the desk, ‘shouldn’t you be with your boyfriend Potter?’
‘What are you talking about Ron?