Layla Wright had no inkling that magic existed, the name Voldemort went right over her head and she had no clue what a muggle was. So how is it that she got stuck right smack in the middle of a wizarding war? When Draco Malfoy walked into the antique shop that she happened to work in, she had no clue that it would be destroyed by Death Eaters. And she definitely never thought that she and this stranger would have to go on the run.

Now, hiding from Death Eaters, she learns that this mysterious Voldemort won the Battle of Hogwarts, the infamous Harry Potter is dead, and the wizarding world, along with the muggle world, has no hope. At least, that's what they were led to believe...

Completely out of her element, with just a long barrel pistol as protection, Layla is thrown into a world she never knew existed in the midst of a takeover. She is persuaded to not only protect the wizarding world, but her own as the two collide.

Alternate Universe FF (FF Royale competition)


3. hitchhiking

The next morning was awkward to say the least. "So, uh, I thought we could walk to the next village today." His face was red and it had been that color since we'd woken up. He had apparently turned over in the middle of the night and cuddled up against me to warm up. Needless to say, he was embarrassed.

"Walk? I don't think so," I said adamantly. We were standing outside of the house now, leaning on the fragile-looking yet surprisingly sturdy structure. The ground was wet and muddy, bathing my white tennis shoes in icky brown muck which I was currently trying to scrape off with a stick. It was no use though, since we'd be trekking through it again soon so I quickly gave up, throwing the stick on the ground in annoyance.

"What else are we supposed to do? I've been walking from place to place for weeks now," Draco argued. He seemed to be getting over his earlier embarrassment, or at least forgetting about it momentarily.

"Can't we do that magic thing that you did yesterday?"

"What part of 'they're tracking all magic use' did you not understand?" 

I sighed. "Well, we're sure as hell not walking. I'll think of something," I promised, already digging in my bag that was wrapped across my torso. I grabbed a hair tie and put my hair up, which is what I always did when I had to think.

"Why is your shirt all red?" he asked once my hair was up.

I looked at him curiously before stretching out my shirt so I could see what he was talking about. I groaned when I realized what had happened. "The rain got my hair wet... This color always stains everything," I explained, trying to get rid of it to no avail.

When I realized it was a lost cause, I began digging through my bag again, which was completely soaked on the inside.. My heart lept when I saw my cell phone and I took it out with a grin on my face. "I can just call my parents to come get us!" I squealed, attempting to turn it on.

But it didn't work. Frustrated, I tried again. Nothing. "Great! My phone is ruined. God, my parents are going to be so mad..."

I heard Draco snort from where he was standing. Just as I was about to say something, I remembered that he didn't even have parents anymore. And here I was, worrying about what mine would say about my phone. My problems were so insignificant in comparison. "I know how you feel...," I began. "About the parent situation, I mean."

"Do you?" he said in a grim tone, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Well, sort of. I mean, obviously my parents are still alive but...remember when I said that I got into Oxford but couldn't go because of...stuff? Well, my dad got cancer and I swear, for months, I honestly thought he was going to die. It was so hard..."

"Well, the difference is that your parents are still alive and mine are dead."

I looked down at my feet. "I know. I'm sorry."

Silence fell between us. Once again, I felt like a helpless, pathetic idiot--a feeling so familiar. I busied myself by searching my bag once again. And within that was my, our, nirvana. My hands wrapped around a soggy wad of cash that I had forgotten was in there. "Money," I breathed, thanking the heavens.

I ripped it out and counted it. Forty pounds. It may not have been much but in that moment, it was as valuable as a million. But what were we going to do with it? There wasn't a train station around... And we obviously didn't have a car... "We could pay someone to take us back to my village...," I suggested.

"So you're saying we should hitch a ride with some stranger?"

"Says the guy who just spent the night with 'some stranger'!" I said, my voice rising. If we were going to get out of here, he would have to start cooperating a little.

His face turned red again and he looked down. "Fine. I guess we don't have much choice here."

"Exactly my thoughts," I said, stuffing the money back in my bag. "We should head into town, then. Wouldn't want to get caught in another rain storm." I gestured to the dark, cloudy sky. 

After sighing loudly, something he was making a habit of, he started making his way towards the general population and I followed. The house we stayed in was out of the way, so it did take a few minutes before we saw the rest of the houses and buildings that made up the village.

My leg ached as we walked. It was a mistake to wait to attend to the damage because when I woke up this morning, my pant leg was stuck to the cut. I almost cried peeling it away from the wound. On top of all of that, it looked like it was getting infected. I needed to get back to my house so I could clean it properly.

"I think that we should walk a ways and then see if we can stop someone leaving town," I proposed. He shrugged in response.

We walked past all the buildings and houses and then some more until finally, I couldn't walk anymore. My shin was screaming at me to stop. "Okay," I said, catching my breath. "That should be enough."

Draco stood beside me, waiting patiently for me to do whatever muggle act he thought I was going to do. I saw a car just down the road so I stuck my thumb out and waited. The car passed by without even acknowledging our existence. "Okay, so, it may take awhile. But what do we have going on?" I said cheerily, trying to make myself feel more hopeful.

But just as these words left my mouth, another car came down the road. This time, I took a more proactive approach. I stepped into the road, sticking my thumb out so I was more visible. As the car advanced towards me, I notice it was swerving slightly. Not exactly a good sign, but I was desperate.

In some miraculous turn of events, the car stopped. I took this opportunity to go to the window. "Hey, me and my friend are looking for a ride. We're willing to pay," I pleaded.

The driver gave me with a curious look, as if he didn't understand what I was saying. "I have money... I'll give it to you if you bring my and my friend to my village. Forty pounds. Please?"

"Um, right, sure. That should be fine."

I smiled so big that my cheeks hurt. My savior. "Thank you so much. You have no idea how bad we needed a ride. C'mon," I said, turning to Draco and motioning to the car. He got up and climbed in the backseat as I climbed in the front, only he had his head down as if he was covering his face.

The driver had ginger hair, cut short. It looked foreign on him though, as if it wasn't his natural color. The buttons on his shirt were mismatched, leaving a gaping hole in between the middle two. As he started to drive off, I understood why he was swerving before. He looked absolutely uncomfortable behind the wheel like he had just started driving recently.

"So, thanks again for the ride."

"Sure, sure," he said, avoiding eye contact. Geez, he was weird just like Draco.

I wasn't sure what else to say so I fell silent. I wasn't used to hitchhiking. In fact, I was utterly anxious. And after about half an hour, I was also utterly bored. My eyes grew restless. I was taking in all the details of the car when they happened upon a very familiar stick. I held back a gasp when I realized what it must be.

"Hey, what's that?" I asked, gesturing to it.

He took his eyes off the road, yet not moving out of his stiff position, and his eyes grew wide when he saw what I was asking about. "Oh, nothing. Just a stick that I found..."

I narrowed my eyes in suspicion and saw Draco leaning towards us, showing his face for the first time, to see what I was talking about. His eyes widened as well and he looked into the face of our driver. "Neville?" he said, his voice hysterically surprised.

"Draco?" Neville said, taking his eyes off the road completely. He seemed to forget he was driving for a moment, the car drifting to the side of the road. 

"Woah!" I screamed. He yanked it back onto the motorway abruptly, making me hit my elbow on the gear shift. "You two know each other?" But I didn't get an answer. They were too busy talking to each other.

"What are you doing here? With a muggle?" Neville asked. How could he tell? Did muggles have a distinct smell or something?

"What are you doing driving a muggle car?"

"I think you know exactly what I'm doing here. Shouldn't you be somewhere kissing You-Know-Who's ass?" he spat.

Draco rolled his eyes. "Do you think I would be here, with a muggle, if I didn't have to be? I've been on the run just like you, Neville."

"Okay, now I'm offended. Can you two stop talking about me like I'm some disgusting creature?" I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

Neville looked at me apologetically. "Sorry. We've just got...history. What are you doing here with him anyway?"

"Well," I began. "It's kind of a long story..."

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