A Match Made In Hell
written by Avery Vollen
What comes next, when there is nothing to come? What if nobody was who you think they are? What if we’re all in an alternate reality, masking the true world from our eyes? What if the only people that can figure this out are the Golden Trio.... and Draco Malfoy?
Last Updated
05/31/21
Chapters
7
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565
A second prophecy that may kill us all.
Chapter 1
The trio ran as fast as they could through the icy air blowing past their faces.
“Don’t hide.” They hear, but they don’t turn around. They know exactly who the voice is coming from. They speed up, and so do their followers.
“Drop it!” Exclaims another, deeper voice, also chasing them. Harry took a deep breath. ‘So this is it.’ He thought, and jumped into the icy water from the top of a hill. The coldness of the water rushed through him, but the pain did not come. The others did the same. Again, the pain did not come. The crystal ball still in Harry’s hands, he opens his eyes. The others did the same. “Somebody tell me where we are!” Hermione exclaimed. She was scared, but didn’t dare show it. Ron was the only one who could tell. Was. They had lost track of him while journeying farther. Harry and Hermione agreed that it was for the best, but both couldn’t hide their obvious sadness, and the blank space in the air around them. They couldn’t hold a funeral for Ron, as they didn’t have his body. Both young adults said that there was hope he was alive, but deep down in their sorrowed hearts, they knew there was no point in saying that. Ginny had heard the news, and tagged along against her mother’s wish. Molly hopes that her daughter would not meet the same fate of now two of her sons, but she knew that anyone accompanying Harry Potter could die too. She did know, though, that if she did, she would die a hero’s death. Molly knew, from experience, though, that dying a hero’s death does not distract from the fact of death. “I don’t know.” Said Ginny simply. Harry and Hermione were both scared, but Ginny wasn’t, and she made that plain and simple.
They dried themselves with blankets, and sat down to eat.
Hermione started to spread something on slices of bread, and passed them out. “What is this?” Harry asked. Hermione coughed befor answering. “It’s called Nutella.” She said. “It’s a muggle thing.” She finished. Ginny smiles. “It’s a delicacy.” Ginny said, clearly trying to break the ice. There wasn’t much of that, nowadays. They had found a new prophecy.
The Boy Who Lived, he will lose a close friend, and he will gain new. The Dark Lord shall remain dead, but his followers shall peak, but not go down. An unexpected figure will change sides, and accompany him on his journey.
Nobody was quite sure what if meant. Everybody was scared, though. One time Hermione walked in on Harry and Ginny kissing. But not in a happy way. Just kissing, then not saying anything for the rest of the night. Harry hoped that he wouldn’t lose Ginny. Although he would gladly take a killing curse for her, to save her. But to her, losing Harry would be a fate worse than death. Nowadays, fates worse than death were easy to come by, with Death Eaters ruling the streets using the Cruciatus Curse on anybody who dares to stand in their way.
All of a sudden, they hear the same deep voice. “We’ve got you now.” Everyone looks up, and they see no voice, but without speaking, they figure it best to run. Ginny points at a sign reading, ‘GREAT HANGLETON 15 MILES’. Only Harry and Hermione knew what this meant. Harry took a deep breath and resumed running. The girls followed. They find three people on a walk. They silently knock them unconscious with magic. They gather hairs for Polyjuice potion. “The Gaunt house!” Hermione exclaimed. “We can get the ingredients there, potion ingredients never expire!” She explains. Harry tells Ginny about the Gaunts on the way there. When they arrive, they find that the door is still locked. “I might have a solution.” Said Harry, and the two girls understanding him, Hermione first, and then Ginny. “Ha-sey-ah-cha-seya.” Harry spoke in Parseltongue. Ever since Delphi broke out of Azkaban, he regained the ability. The door swung open. They walked in, and grabbed the ingredients without saying a word to each other. They had no cauldron, so they used a mixing bowl. Once the potion was finished, Ginny split the potion into three cups, and Hermione added the hairs. They drank it, and transformed into three muggles. Or, seemingly muggles. Immediately they found that in the back of their pockets, there were three wands. One for each robe.
“Don’t hide.” They hear, but they don’t turn around. They know exactly who the voice is coming from. They speed up, and so do their followers.
“Drop it!” Exclaims another, deeper voice, also chasing them. Harry took a deep breath. ‘So this is it.’ He thought, and jumped into the icy water from the top of a hill. The coldness of the water rushed through him, but the pain did not come. The others did the same. Again, the pain did not come. The crystal ball still in Harry’s hands, he opens his eyes. The others did the same. “Somebody tell me where we are!” Hermione exclaimed. She was scared, but didn’t dare show it. Ron was the only one who could tell. Was. They had lost track of him while journeying farther. Harry and Hermione agreed that it was for the best, but both couldn’t hide their obvious sadness, and the blank space in the air around them. They couldn’t hold a funeral for Ron, as they didn’t have his body. Both young adults said that there was hope he was alive, but deep down in their sorrowed hearts, they knew there was no point in saying that. Ginny had heard the news, and tagged along against her mother’s wish. Molly hopes that her daughter would not meet the same fate of now two of her sons, but she knew that anyone accompanying Harry Potter could die too. She did know, though, that if she did, she would die a hero’s death. Molly knew, from experience, though, that dying a hero’s death does not distract from the fact of death. “I don’t know.” Said Ginny simply. Harry and Hermione were both scared, but Ginny wasn’t, and she made that plain and simple.
They dried themselves with blankets, and sat down to eat.
Hermione started to spread something on slices of bread, and passed them out. “What is this?” Harry asked. Hermione coughed befor answering. “It’s called Nutella.” She said. “It’s a muggle thing.” She finished. Ginny smiles. “It’s a delicacy.” Ginny said, clearly trying to break the ice. There wasn’t much of that, nowadays. They had found a new prophecy.
The Boy Who Lived, he will lose a close friend, and he will gain new. The Dark Lord shall remain dead, but his followers shall peak, but not go down. An unexpected figure will change sides, and accompany him on his journey.
Nobody was quite sure what if meant. Everybody was scared, though. One time Hermione walked in on Harry and Ginny kissing. But not in a happy way. Just kissing, then not saying anything for the rest of the night. Harry hoped that he wouldn’t lose Ginny. Although he would gladly take a killing curse for her, to save her. But to her, losing Harry would be a fate worse than death. Nowadays, fates worse than death were easy to come by, with Death Eaters ruling the streets using the Cruciatus Curse on anybody who dares to stand in their way.
All of a sudden, they hear the same deep voice. “We’ve got you now.” Everyone looks up, and they see no voice, but without speaking, they figure it best to run. Ginny points at a sign reading, ‘GREAT HANGLETON 15 MILES’. Only Harry and Hermione knew what this meant. Harry took a deep breath and resumed running. The girls followed. They find three people on a walk. They silently knock them unconscious with magic. They gather hairs for Polyjuice potion. “The Gaunt house!” Hermione exclaimed. “We can get the ingredients there, potion ingredients never expire!” She explains. Harry tells Ginny about the Gaunts on the way there. When they arrive, they find that the door is still locked. “I might have a solution.” Said Harry, and the two girls understanding him, Hermione first, and then Ginny. “Ha-sey-ah-cha-seya.” Harry spoke in Parseltongue. Ever since Delphi broke out of Azkaban, he regained the ability. The door swung open. They walked in, and grabbed the ingredients without saying a word to each other. They had no cauldron, so they used a mixing bowl. Once the potion was finished, Ginny split the potion into three cups, and Hermione added the hairs. They drank it, and transformed into three muggles. Or, seemingly muggles. Immediately they found that in the back of their pockets, there were three wands. One for each robe.
