Chapter: 6. Sheer Lunacy
Rating/Warnings: PG-13/R for dark situations
Summary: AU. Voldemort won the war many years ago, and this year's Summer Games features a traitor from their midst.
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“We can’t just let him kill them! Too many have died already!” Harry hissed his protest in a well-practiced manner that was both quiet while still managing to convey his outrage.
“We’ve had to let him kill far more than one bitch Slytherin and one of our old housemates.” There was no vehemence in Hermione’s tone. In fact, it was two parts exhaustion and one part resignation. It was just so hard to care anymore. With her gaunt face and chopped short, ragged hair, she looked as battered as she sounded.
Harry’s mouth opened to argue, but Luna slipped sylph-like between the two of them where they were hidden in the copse of trees not far from Voldemort’s death maze, where the crowd was just now gathering in anticipation of some fun. “Shh,” she said quietly, placing a thin finger on Harry’s lips.
Her grey eyes turned on Hermione. If the bookworm expected validation, it wouldn’t be coming from Luna, however. “We need her,” Luna said, her voice barely a wisp of smoke in the damp air, not much changed from their Hogwarts years. “Pansy knows everything we can use to finally end this war.”
Luna’s intense optimism and hope seemed to burn Hermione, making her look away, but it simultaneously seemed to feed the fire that still somehow burned within Harry. His green eyes were unnaturally bright behind his glasses. Luna turned to him, her finger never having moved, and she leaned forward to press her lips gently against his around her pale digit.
His hand reached up and took hers, twining their fingers together. “We have plans to make, and very quickly,” Harry said quietly. “We don’t know how long they might last in the maze, but we need to get them out.”
“This is crazy. We can’t just steal condemned prisoners right from under his nose and that of his queen.” Hermione’s protests seemed more obligatory than anything. Her voice was quieter and more fierce as she went on. “You’re risking everything we have left. Everyone.”
Neither green nor grey relented, though, and Hermione bowed her head slightly. “Fine. Fine. Let’s just end this one way or another.” She turned and slipped away, far enough back that she could Apparate to gather their forces for this insanity.