(y/n) - your name

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The kids all stand up slowly, inching towards the door and Harry quickly opens it to reveal an elf eavesdropping. He quickly grabs the elf and pulls him out of the cupboard before he could apparate away. "Been spying on us, have you!?" Harry hisses as the elf hides behind a table, flinching away from the stare of (y/n).

"Kreacher has been... watching."

"Maybe he knows where the real locket is." Hermione quickly says and Harry nods, turning to grab the locket and show Kreacher. The elf's eyes widen, massive like he was hypnotised as he watched it sway back and forth.

"Have you ever seen this before?" Kreacher grumbles. "Kreacher!" Harry warns.

Kreacher grimaces mightily, then gives in. "That was Master Regulus' locket.

"That's right. But there were two, weren't there?" Kreacher's eyes widen in surprise and he nods again. "Where's the other one!?" Harry asks and the elf whimpers as he comes out of hiding from behind the table.

"Kreacher doesn't know where the other locket is..."

"Yes, but did you ever see it? Was it in this house?" Hermione asks and all of a sudden Kreacher spins to face her, his face ugly and vicious.

"Filthy Mudblood! The Death Eaters will soon be coming for you!" (y/n) stomps in front of the elf to stop him from attacking, sneering down at it and it cries and stumbles back.

"Don't you dare!"

"Yes madam Malfoy! Kreacher is sorry! Kreacher will not defy fiance of Draco Malfoy." (y/n)'s cheeks burst red as her friends smirk at her and she glares at them.

"Answer her." (y/n) warns Kreacher and he does.

"Yes. It was here, in this house. A most evil object..."

"How do you mean?" Harry asks, advancing on the elf as he stumbles back.

"Before he died, Master Regulus ordered Kreacher to destroy it. It was the last thing he asked of Kreacher. But no matter how hard Kreacher tried, he could not do..." a distant look reveals in the elf's eyes, a look of regret and failing of his master.

"Where is it now? Did someone take it?"

"He came in the night. He took many things, including the locket."

"Who did? Who was it Kreacher?"

Kreacher pauses, looking up at Harry. "Mundungus. Mundungus Fletcher."

The kids all glance at one another, then Harry turns back to Kreacher and looks him in the eye. "Find him." the elf nods his head once and then apparates away with a crack, vanishing.

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It was a rainy night as the group huddled inside, trying make do with the peace they had in this moment. Hermione was trying to teach Ron the piano and Harry toys with the snitch while he watched (y/n) practice her new so called abilities, frowning from her wincing in pain as the streams of ink floated around her.

She calls it back to her hands, trying to focus on her powers and bring them back but it was difficult to do without the ability to feel in her hands. They lay upright on her thighs, lightning crackling across her skin and face but it fizzles out at her wrists.

"Come on..." she hisses, trying to make a part of her invisible. She flickers in and out of view but pants out in defeat.

"You should take it easy (y/n). You're going to hurt yourself more." Harry frowns as she tries again, ignoring him while trying to summon a large object from her room. A shelf, a chair, table something. There was a pop and she blinks when Draco's cloak appears, a soft smile on her face when she realised it was still in perfect condition. 

The kids all jump when they hear a crack and loud thuds, quickly standing up to investigate while (y/n)'s bandages wrap themself around her hands tightly again. They rush out from the living room and into the kitchen to see Kreacher, Dobby and Mundungus Fletcher tumble in from the other side of the kitchen. The elves had clung themselves on the grunting thief, trying to shake them off him and making all three fall over on the floor.

"As requested, Kreacher has returned with the thief Mundungus Fletcher!" Kreacher announces as he got up to shut the door, Mundungus also getting up and taking his wand out but Hermione was faster.

"Expelliarmus!" Mundungus' wand soars into the air and Harry and (y/n) duck to avoid the wand that sours into Hermione's.

"What are you playing at!? Setting a pair of bleedin' 'ouse-elves on me!" Mundungus snaps, the humans at a stalemate on either side of the table while the elves jumped on the table to talk to Harry.

"Dobby was only trying to help! Dobby saw Kreacher in Diagon Alley, which Dobby thought was curious. And then Dobby heard Kreacher mention Harry Potter's name, which Dobby thought was very curious." Kreacher was trying to grab Dobby but he shrugs him off, continuing his story. "And then Dobby saw that Kreacher was talking to the thief Mundungus Fletcher-"

"-I'm no thief, you foul little-" everyone glares at Mundungus before he could say something worse. "-git." Harry and Hermione sneers at him, closing in on the thief as he tries to get out of this situation and they eye him down. 

(y/n) opened her arms for Dobby and he smiles happily before jumping on her for a hug while she carries him in her arms. "Dobby has missed (y/n)."

"I have missed Dobby too." she smiles as the elf giggles, holding her.

"I'm a purveyer of rare and wondrous objects!"

"You're a thief, Dung. Everyone knows it!" Everyone turns and sees Ron as he walks into the kitchen.

Dobby smiles happily as he reaches out for him. "Master Weasley! So good to see you again!" Ron nods and shakes the elf's hands, eying the bright red shoes on his feet.

"Wicked trainers."

"Listen, I panicked that night, all right!?" Everyone advances on Mundungus and he falls back on a chair, surrounded by the terrifying kids and the elves-more like Kreacher as he pokes the obtuse man.

"When you turned this place over-don't deny it! You found a locket, am I right?"

"Why? Was it valuable?" Kreacher pokes Mundungus again and (y/n) groans out in annoyance.

"Are you that much of a jackass to be worried about the fact that you should've gotten more money from the damn locket!?" she hisses and the man flinches.

"Bleedin' gave it away, din' I? There I was, flogging me wares in Diagon Alley when some ministry hag comes up and asks to see my license. Says she's a mind to lock me up. And would've, too, if she hadn' taken a fancy to that locket."

"Who was she? The witch? Do you know?" Harry asks and Mundungus sighs as he rubs his head.

"No, I-" his eyes catches something on the floor of the papers he had bumped to the ground, picking one up before standing up. "Well, she's there. Look. Bleedin' bow an' all." he slaps the paper on the table and everyone looks at it. He points to the yellowed Prophet where a squat woman with the face of a toad blinks fromthe front page and (y/n) gasps in shock.

"No way! You've got to fucking kidding me!? That bitch is still alive!? How is Umbitch still alive!?"

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"You can't come (y/n)!"

"You don't just expect me to not help! You took me with you Harry! How can you say that I can't come!"

"It's too dangerous! You've lost your powers! You're not well!"

"Bullshit! I can handle myself! I can't just stay here-!"

"-yes you can! Because I'm the reason you get hurt! Draco was right! I put you in danger!"

(y/n) grinds her jaw, unravelling her bandages as ink swarms around her. Fury blazes the growing bright red streaks on her skin that explode out with a loud crackle, sending books and objects flying around her as she floats up in front of Harry.

"Draco isn't here is he!? I'm not fucking defenseless!" she screams out, the ink blobs shrieking with her before they explode into spikes.

"I'm not saying you are! You're losing yourself! (y/n) please!" Harry begs her and she looks in the mirror, frightened by what she was becoming. Ink crawled over her as her eyes turned black, canines growing with a snarl and she gasps. She quickly shakes away her powers, tightening the bandages back up again before standing in front of her friend. "I can't let you hurt yourself like this..."

"I can't stay here alone... Harry please..." she begs him and he sighs in defeat.

"We'll be back in an hour-"

"-and if something goes wrong? If something happens to you-"

"-nothing is going to happen to us-"

"-don't say that! You don't know! We have gone through so much shit, nothing ever goes our way-"

"-fine." Harry pinches the bridge of his nose. "Fine... but you can't take the polyjuice potion."

"What-"

"-you can come with us only if you manage to turn invisible." Harry thought that this ultimatum would help him since (y/n) was having trouble with her powers but she fists her hands as red lightning ripples around her and she slowly turns invisible.

"I can do it!"

Shit...

"For more than an hour?" he questions and she reappears.

"Yes." she lies and he hesitates before nodding. He sits her down and tells her the plan that the trio had been concocting for days, the plan they will act on tomorrow.

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"Hold on." Hermione whispers to (y/n) as she held her shoulder in the bathroom, invisible and hovering above her as she flushed them in the toilet down to the ministry. The latter clutches her stomach from the spinning, trying to keep quiet to not throw off the plan. Hermione, Harry and Ron had snuck up on three ministry wizards, morphing into them to infiltrate the ministry and find the locket from Umbitch. (y/n) was to stay with them and stay hidden, to help them in case things went south but everything was going smoothly so far. Except for the pain rippling through her.

She holds her mouth shut as she hovered above the trio in the elevator, but she starts to worry who she should follow when they start getting separated. "I say if we don't locate Umbridgewithin the hour, we go find Ronand come back another day. Deal?" Harry says.

"Yes." Hermione and (y/n) agree, quickly shutting up when the doors open to reveal the pink bitch herself.

She looks upfrom the clipboard in her hand and sees Hermione. "Ah, Mafalda! Travers sent you,did he? Good. We'll go straightdown." Umbitch enters the elevator and stands there, eying Harry. "Albert, aren't you getting out?" Harry nods mutely and slowly steps out awkwardly.

"(y/n) go." Hermione whispers and she gets out with Harry.

"Sorry what was that Mafalda?"

"Nothing." Harry and (y/n) watch warily as the elevator doors close and it speeds off leaving Hermione with their target.

"Well shit..."

"Let's go." the Gryffindor whispers, the Hufflepuff following him as he walks down the hallway. She hisses in pain and panics when her powers start to waver, flickering in and out of view.

"Harry!" he turns around and gasps, quickly holding her hand and looking around. 

"Hide in here! Just rest and I'll come back for you!"

"But-" he opens the door and shoves her in, closing it shut unknowing of the person that was inside.