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
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Learning what’s fake from reality.
Chapter 3
“Get out! Left, right, straight, left.” He says. They all stare at their savior. Then they leave in a rush, out of the manor before anybody can see them. They run, run, and run, and turn up at the same LITTLE HANGLETON sign. Harry sighs. “This has been pretty pointless, hasn’t it?” He asks. “Oh yes, it has.” A voice replied, a voice that didn’t belong to Hermione nor Ginny. It was the higher-pitched of the two voices that belonged to their followers. The unhooded themselves.
Scabior and Bellatrix LeStrange!
“ ‘Ello there, beautiful.” Scabior said. “Why, hello there.” Said Bellatrix, as she jabbed Hermione in the face with her wand. “Mudblood.” She whispered audibly.
She muttered a spell and they all saw the same thing.
Harry’s mother dying.
Hermione erasing her parents’ memories.
Ginny leaning over Fred’s dead body, crying.
They were all separate, until now. Except that they weren’t memories. They were replaying right in front of them, not quite fake, but not quite real.
Bellatrix laughs her awful laugh. “Maybe you need to tell what’s fake...” The memories flash.
“... from reality.” She finishes. A vision of the trio, knocked unconscious, with an ownerless wand waving over them. “You’re supposed to be dead!” Harry states, clearly shocked. “That, is a clear example of fake.” She says, and with that, they are knocked out.
They all turn to look at their savior. Draco Malfoy. Again. “You can’t let them!” He says. “They’re messing with you’re heads!” He exclaims. Ginny scoffs. “I don’t know what your planning, but stop it!” She says, and throws a people at him. It goes right through him, though he is 100% real. “See what I mean?” He says, and with that he disappears.
Scabior and Bellatrix LeStrange!
“ ‘Ello there, beautiful.” Scabior said. “Why, hello there.” Said Bellatrix, as she jabbed Hermione in the face with her wand. “Mudblood.” She whispered audibly.
She muttered a spell and they all saw the same thing.
Harry’s mother dying.
Hermione erasing her parents’ memories.
Ginny leaning over Fred’s dead body, crying.
They were all separate, until now. Except that they weren’t memories. They were replaying right in front of them, not quite fake, but not quite real.
Bellatrix laughs her awful laugh. “Maybe you need to tell what’s fake...” The memories flash.
“... from reality.” She finishes. A vision of the trio, knocked unconscious, with an ownerless wand waving over them. “You’re supposed to be dead!” Harry states, clearly shocked. “That, is a clear example of fake.” She says, and with that, they are knocked out.
They all turn to look at their savior. Draco Malfoy. Again. “You can’t let them!” He says. “They’re messing with you’re heads!” He exclaims. Ginny scoffs. “I don’t know what your planning, but stop it!” She says, and throws a people at him. It goes right through him, though he is 100% real. “See what I mean?” He says, and with that he disappears.
