Run

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)

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5. stalking

I squinted at the fuel gauge as it flirted with the empty line. "I hate to throw a wrench in our momentum but we need petrol. Now," I explained, breaking Neville's concentration.

"Right. Forgot about that... This muggle thing is so...taxing...and time consuming."

Luckily, we were just outside of some town, so the car wouldn't have to be on empty for too long. We had been driving for a couple hours with no purpose and absolutely no idea where we were going to go or what we were going to do, despite the determination we drove away from my house with. 

I had my hair in a ponytail, which usually triggered the part of my brain that came up with decent ideas, but nothing came. Either I was out of juice or out of my element. Nevertheless, I was irritated. Of all the things that have failed me in the past, my brain wasn't one of them. At least until I met these two wizards...

Neville pulled into the petrol station and parked the car quite crookedly. "I guess I'm going to have to pump," I said with a sigh, climbing out of the car and doing what only muggles could do.

I filled the tank up, thankful for my mum's cash, and walked back to the window. "I'm parched and even though you guys are wizards, I'm pretty sure you get thirsty too," I said, motioning for them to come into the store with me.

They followed, reluctantly on Draco's part. The store was empty aside from the cashier and a boy near the drinks, which is where we were headed. I scanned the shelves for something that looked good and became so absorbed in the task--which happened to me often--that I didn't notice what was going on behind me.

Draco and Neville stood still, their mouths open wide. "What's wrong?" I asked, instantly on guard. I searched for something out of the ordinary but nothing stood out.

Then something happened that I never expected. Neville went up to the boy, Draco following. He had blonde hair, though it clearly wasn't natural since his eyebrows were dark. Nothing about him stood out but there was some recognition in Draco and Neville's faces so maybe he was a wizard.

"Harry?" Neville asked, confusion and awe coating the question.

The boy furrowed his brows. "Excuse me?"

"Harry... Is that you?" Neville asked again.

"My name is Thomas...," he explained, scratching his head. In the process, he'd moved his bangs slightly, revealing a particularly funny shaped scar underneath.

"You've even got the scar! You're Harry! Why are you lying to us?" Draco accused, his voice rising. 

I moved closer to the confrontation. The boy, who claimed to be Thomas, was looking less confused and more annoyed by the second. I decided to intervene. "I'm sorry. My friends are tired and apparently delusional. We've been driving all day, you see. Again, I'm really sorry. C'mon guys," I said, narrowing my eyes at them once I knew the boy couldn't see me. I took their drinks and headed to the checkout, paying for them and immediately stalking out of the store with two confused wizards behind me.

"Well, so much for being inconspicuous! Clearly the muggle world is making you two crazy!" I said once we got to the car.

"That was Harry. There is no way that it wasn't! He even had the lightening bolt scar on his forehead. The only things missing are his black hair and glasses," Neville said.

Draco nodded in agreement and crossed his arms over his chest. "He has to be lying."

"But, why would he do that? From what I've heard, he doesn't seem like that type of guy. And you all saw him die! I don't understand how this could even be possible," I said, though I hushed my voice at the end after seeing the boy leave the store. He gave us a look of suspicion but continued walking straight down the road.

"Harry was one of my best friends. I'd know him if I seen him and I just saw him. Though he didn't seem to recognize me..." Neville's voice was laced with hurt. It struck a chord in me.

"Okay, fine... I believe you."

"Well, what should we do?"

I thought for a moment. "Follow him," I suggested. "That way we can see what he's doing here or if he's hiding something." Not to mention the fact that it would benefit us immensely to have the only person who could stop You-Know-Who with us.

So, abandoning our car on a road nearby, we followed Harry on foot, managing to stay at least a street behind him the entire time. The roads were smooth until he turned onto a rocky, beaten path. There were dozens of slanted trees that created a natural archway with their branches and leaves while unkempt underbrush scratched the bare skin of my arm and poked me in my wounded leg. It was difficult to be quiet and stealthy in these kind of conditions, but still, Harry didn't notice us.

We made it to the end of the path undetected, though someone--Neville or Draco, I couldn't tell--kept stepping on twigs and snapping them noisily. The path opened up to a small clearing in which a small house sat. It looked as if the structure had occurred in nature by chance--not as if it was built by human hands. It just looked like it couldn't belong anywhere else. The wooden walls and the classic chimney perfectly complimented the emerald vines that winded and crawled up the sides of the house. This is exactly where I would picture a wizard living.

I watched Harry walk into the house without knocking or signaling his arrival so I assumed it was where he lived... Immediately, an abnormally huge shadow passed in front of one of the windows. 

"Hagrid," I heard Neville breath.

"He's living with Hagrid?" Draco said within the same beat.

"That was a person?" I questioned.

"Half-giant," Neville explained.

My head spun. I had just gotten used to the idea of magic, now I was faced with the fact that giants were real too? "Is there anything else I should know about?" I whispered, but I didn't get answered because Neville was charging the house.

I mentally chastised him but followed when I realized that Draco had gone too, leaving me alone in the pathway. Since we had apparently decided against being quiet, I let the twigs crunch beneath my feet on the way without feeling too guilty. 

Neville pounded on the door with his fist continually, sending a banging noise throughout the area, until the door opened. Harry was almost punched when he opened it abruptly. And once he had gotten a look at who his visitors were, he slammed it shut again. 

"I know it's you in there Harry! Why are you lying to us?" he screamed at the door, clearly frustrated at this turn of events. I could only imagine how it would feel to have one of your best friends, someone who you'd know most of your life, pretend like he didn't even know who you were. The pain I tried to imagine was etched in his features.

Draco stood with his hands in his pockets, kicking a rock across the ground. His face was a mask--completely void of emotion other than slight annoyance. I knew he felt something. I remembered when he told me that Harry saved his life the night that he died--or didn't die--and looked as if he could cry. I knew he cared--he just wouldn't show it.

"We saw Hagrid!" Neville continued. "If you decided to give up on the entire wizarding population, you could have just told us instead of pretending to die! Do you have any idea what's been going on? My Gran is dead! Draco's parents are dead! Layla's parents have been--" The door opened abruptly, revealing the largest, and hairiest, man I have ever laid my eyes on. He had to bend down just to show us his face.

"Alright, alright, Neville. You can stop tha' now. No reason to 'arm the wood. Come in, come in, all of yehs," he said, stepping out of the way.

Neville went straight in, his head held up in a sort of bravado facade. Draco went in afterwards, still staring at his feet. I was scared, which made me feel like a child, but he was just so big and...foreign. But if I was going to get my parents back, I was going to have to do things that scared me. And this seemed like a good introduction to conquering my fears.

I stepped across the threshold into a room that was bigger than I could have imagined. The ceilings were high enough to accommodate Hagrid's size and then some. The width was much smaller, though still big enough to fit one Hagrid, plus us and Harry, and maybe a few more. There was a mattress on the floor that could fit at least six people comfortably and a couch with a blanket strewn across it, a pillow on one side. Anyone could tell what the sleeping arrangements were after just one look. 

I heard a growl and jumped, reaching into my bag and wrapping my hands around the gun I carried, before meeting the eyes of a dog. Instantly, my face grew hot from embarrassment. "There, there Fang. Jus' another wizard," Hagrid assured the dog.

"Actually, I'm not--" I was cut off by Harry.

"Wizard? What do you mean wizard? Who are these people?" His face looked troubled and confused.

Hagrid sighed and sat down on the lone chair. "I didn' wanna tell yeh this... Mind you, I was jus' tryin' ter protect yeh, but yer name isn't Thomas. It's Harry. We...we though' yeh died. Then You-Know-Who won an' yeh woke up. So we needed to protect yeh. Professor McGonagall took yer memories. Yer a wizard, Harry."

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