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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The fault in our •Cars•
Chapter 2
They were all curious.
Ginny pulled hers out first. The three had heard footsteps, yet they all stood still.
“Well, why are we standing here?”, Hermione asked/yelled. They all ran, and Hermione was actually the first to come to a halt. They care to a muggle contraption, but everybody here was familiar with it. “Alohomora!” Hermione shouted, panicked. “Well, get in the car”! , commanded Ginny. They all did as said. Harry has respect for Ginny, amongst other things, like a small dose of fear. Ginny didn’t mind, she liked that she had control. None of them knew how to properly drive, but nobody cared at the moment. Harry took the wheel, stepped on the gas, and took a deep breath. He slowed down a little bit, stopped driving like a maniac, and rolled the windows up. “Harry, go faster!” Hermione shouted. Harry visibly gulped, and responded with, “Do you want to make us noticeable? I’m driving like a muggle! You should know that, being muggleborn.” He checked the windows, and drove towards the highway. Nobody spoke for the longest time. They reached a motel, and Harry pulled over.
“What is this place?” Ginny asked, being Pureblood, she never saw a motel before. Hermione answered this. “A motel. Like a house, but with strangers and you only stay for a few days.” She said as they walked in. Ginny wrinkles her nose at this. “Sounds unpleasant.” She remarked. “It sort of is.” Harry told her. They make their way over to the receptionist. “Names?” Asked a male voice. They all thought it would be best to fake them, they didn’t speak to each other on this, but they just knew. “Mary Smith, Jo-Ann Williams, and Roonil Wazlib.” Says Ginny, smirking at Harry when she said the latter of the names. Harry scoffed. “Now, if you could each pick up a pen and sign your names here.” They did as said, or tryed to. As soon as they touched the pens, they were attached to them. They glowed blue and started spinning. They were all thinking the same thing. ‘A Portkey.’ They ended up in who knows where, because they were immediately blindfolded until they reached the dungeons. They were silent. Around 10 minutes later, the Polyjuice wore off. Someone came down, and they all knew where they were. It was Draco Malfoy. They were in the Malfoy Manor.
Ginny pulled hers out first. The three had heard footsteps, yet they all stood still.
“Well, why are we standing here?”, Hermione asked/yelled. They all ran, and Hermione was actually the first to come to a halt. They care to a muggle contraption, but everybody here was familiar with it. “Alohomora!” Hermione shouted, panicked. “Well, get in the car”! , commanded Ginny. They all did as said. Harry has respect for Ginny, amongst other things, like a small dose of fear. Ginny didn’t mind, she liked that she had control. None of them knew how to properly drive, but nobody cared at the moment. Harry took the wheel, stepped on the gas, and took a deep breath. He slowed down a little bit, stopped driving like a maniac, and rolled the windows up. “Harry, go faster!” Hermione shouted. Harry visibly gulped, and responded with, “Do you want to make us noticeable? I’m driving like a muggle! You should know that, being muggleborn.” He checked the windows, and drove towards the highway. Nobody spoke for the longest time. They reached a motel, and Harry pulled over.
“What is this place?” Ginny asked, being Pureblood, she never saw a motel before. Hermione answered this. “A motel. Like a house, but with strangers and you only stay for a few days.” She said as they walked in. Ginny wrinkles her nose at this. “Sounds unpleasant.” She remarked. “It sort of is.” Harry told her. They make their way over to the receptionist. “Names?” Asked a male voice. They all thought it would be best to fake them, they didn’t speak to each other on this, but they just knew. “Mary Smith, Jo-Ann Williams, and Roonil Wazlib.” Says Ginny, smirking at Harry when she said the latter of the names. Harry scoffed. “Now, if you could each pick up a pen and sign your names here.” They did as said, or tryed to. As soon as they touched the pens, they were attached to them. They glowed blue and started spinning. They were all thinking the same thing. ‘A Portkey.’ They ended up in who knows where, because they were immediately blindfolded until they reached the dungeons. They were silent. Around 10 minutes later, the Polyjuice wore off. Someone came down, and they all knew where they were. It was Draco Malfoy. They were in the Malfoy Manor.
