Fighting Death Eaters

Harry, Ron and Hermione are attacked by two Death Eaters, upon whom Hermione then performs a Memory Charm

Extract from Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

by J.K. Rowling

The severed ropes fell away. Ron got to his feet, shaking his arms to regain feeling in them. Harry picked up his wand and climbed over all the debris to where the large, blond Death Eater was sprawled across the bench.

‘I should’ve recognised him, he was there the night Dumbledore died,’ he said. He turned over the darker Death Eater with his foot; the man’s eyes moved rapidly between Harry, Ron and Hermione.

‘That’s Dolohov,’ said Ron. ‘I recognise him from the old wanted posters. I think the big one’s Thorfinn Rowle.’

‘Never mind what they’re called!’ said Hermione a little hysterically.

‘How did they find us? What are we going to do?’

Somehow her panic seemed to clear Harry’s head.

‘Lock the door,’ he told her, ‘and Ron, turn out the lights.’

He looked down at the paralysed Dolohov, thinking fast as the lock clicked and Ron used the Deluminator to plunge the café into darkness. Harry could hear the men who had jeered at Hermione earlier, yelling at another girl in the distance.

‘What are we going to do with them?’ Ron whispered to Harry through the dark; then, even more quietly, ‘Kill them? They’d kill us. They had a good go just now.’

Hermione shuddered and took a step backwards. Harry shook his head.

‘We just need to wipe their memories,’ said Harry. ‘It’s better like that, it’ll throw them off the scent. If we killed them, it’d be obvious we were here.’

‘You’re the boss,’ said Ron, sounding profoundly relieved. ‘But I’ve never done a Memory Charm.’

‘Nor have I,’ said Hermione, ‘but I know the theory.’

She took a deep, calming breath, then pointed her wand at Dolohov’s forehead and said, ‘Obliviate.’

At once, Dolohov’s eyes became unfocused and dreamy.

‘Brilliant!’ said Harry, clapping her on the back. ‘Take care of the other one and the waitress while Ron and I clear up.’

‘Clear up?’ said Ron, looking around at the partly destroyed café. ‘Why?’

‘Don’t you think they might wonder what’s happened if they wake up and find themselves in a place that looks like it’s just been bombed?’

‘Oh right, yeah ...’

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

By J.K. Rowling