Riddle & Granger | King Of Pain
The quick rap of her feet didn't deter them in the least from chasing her. Even when she wasn't the most agile, the most athletic, she would have liked to catagorise herself as fast to average when it came to speed. She had had been with Harry and Ron, after all, hiding running away, escaping the grips of trouble tearing through, away shenanigans. Surely she was trained in the art of elusion.
Yet it seemed that the Snatchers were now closing in, inches apart from her back, and she felt the wild panic slowly consumed her mind. Calm... Calm... You've got this...
Not once did she think of Harry. Or Ron. Or the others who had fallen, bodies still littered over the bloody grounds of Hogwarts.
She didn't understand why she was spared.
'Where ya goin', Muddy!' A boisterous series of ugly cackles droned in her background as the chorus of steps came to a gradual loudness. 'Ye can't run fureva... piece of shite!'
The hideous rumble down the pit of her stomach tightened as their gleeful laughter presevered, their heavy breaths
'Com' on, Mudblood,' a particularly lecherous hiss came from the crowd. 'Doin' it sweating and grimy isn't gonna b' comfy.'
Just like predators. Predators who play with their food right before its devouring. Scabior appeared a slight cavalier beside these ignoramuses.
She was ready to keel over.
How many turns... How much time... How long...
Her hand worked frantically and cautiously over the pendant which hung guiltlessly over its chain. They mustn't know...
The cracked bones in her fingers rattled as her palms shook violently, twitching the pendant to a turn. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight... How many turns...
To get to Voldemort. Tom Riddle.
The solution. It was the obvious solution. Go back in time. Kill Tom Marvolo Riddle. And all would be well. Even at the risk that she wouldn't be able to go back to their future. And of course, everything would have changed. How would Ron and Harry go about their life without her?
Twenty... Thirty... Fifty eight...
Excruciating was the burn in her lungs.
The Time Turner flashed blindingly.
The next thing she saw was the span of green field, their softness as she lay there. And then - serene black.
