Hannah felt bad that Harry always seemed to get dragged into these types of situations. He really was a nice guy. Hannah was almost positive though that if he wanted to, Harry was more than capable of taking this Lestrange guy on and beating him. After all, he did survive all those encounters with You-Know-Who. “And what is it that’s coming?” asked Hannah. He seemed as though he wanted to talk about it, and the blonde figured the longer he continued to speak, the less likely he was to lash out at her. She hoped anyway.
That’s right. Hannah had been a Hufflepuff, and if that meant anything at all it was that she was fiercely loyal to those she cared about. Almost stupidly so sometimes. “No,” said Hannah angrily, as she struggled with no success against the spell holding her in place. “You leave them alone. You do what you want with me, but you leave them out of it. You . . . you people. You’ve already done enough damage.” This time the tears did start to fall, but she didn’t even notice. She was far too desperate to stop the images that had popped into her head. She couldn’t lose her father too.
“No,” shouted Hannah when Rodolphus made the order. She felt sick to her stomach and wished desperately for her magic to come back to her. But it didn’t and Hannah could only think of the ways she had let her family down. She knew her father, and she knew that he would agree to whatever the letter said if he even thought there was a chance that he could help his daughter. Hannah did not want these men to win, and she certainly didn’t want her father to be forced into something because she was stupid enough to get caught. “Don’t you dare!”