Three seconds later it was all over. A firework shot into the sky and Daphne looked down at the now stunned squirrel, currently wrapped up in the tight coils of her plushy toy snake. She nursed her hand.
"Here," Hermione said. She took said hand and waved a spell over it. Moments later, the bite marks were completely gone.
"Thanks."
"No problem." Hermione looked down too. "Shall we?"
"Yes."
Daphne reached down to her um, command you to return to me."
toy.
"I,
The fluffy snake looked up at her and slowly climbed back up her arm until it was once again snuggly hugging her midriff and chest. Hermione gave her a curious look. "You know, you are speaking English."
Daphne shrugged. "No idea, then." Hermione frowned and pointed her wand at the squirrel. "Finite Incantatem."
The squirrel instantly came back to life, shuddered, and changed.
"Well done, girls! Five points to Slytherin." Pandora Lovegood beamed at them. Hermione frown morphed to a wide smile. "Thank you, Lady Lovegood."
"A well played trick. I did not expect the toy. That's something a Lovegood would've done."
Daphne rubbed her hand, "Did you have to bite us?" "Fair play, my future daughter in law. You were hurling some fairly hefty shots yourself."
Daphne felt her cheeks heat up.
Pandora Lovegood's eyes glinted. "So, tell me more about these 'conversations' you've been having."
Daphne squirmed. She felt her cheeks flush. "It wasn't really anything. Not really."
"Nuh uh uh. You don't get away that easily. You're going to tell me everything."
Daphne groaned.
John Potter's reins bit into the palm of his hands like a shopping bag held all afternoon. He felt exhausted from the steep up and down landscape in this part of the forest.
The sun had almost set.
He, Neville, the two junior death eaters, and Zach seemed no closer either to catching Sirius or losing each other.
Neville pulled up along side the dead tree where he and the other four had stopped to get their bearings and bicker at each other. Dead leaves festooned the tree's base like a pebble beach. The Longbottom heir sighed. "I don't think we're going to find him before the sun sets."
John didn't want to admit it, but… "you're probably right. I've just about had it with this forest." Seriously, if he had to keep running after that damn dog, he was gong to scream. He missed enemies who just stood and fought like that troll at Halloween.
Malfoy looked around. "Which Greengrass's place anyway?"
way
is
John rested his wand on his palm. "Point me." The wand swung to their right. "Well, that way's nor—" He stopped. The wand swung back the other way, then it spun around rapidly in a circle.
The others all stared at it.
"You having snarked Nott.
problems
John growled. "You try it."
there,
Potter?"
"Fine, I will" Nott rested his wand on his palm. "Point me. …Oh." Nott's wand spun even faster than his own. "That's weird." A wind blew through where they all sat on their horses.
John shivered.
"Err…" Zach looked around nervously. "Is it just me, or did it just get a lot colder?" Colder? John's mind screeched to a halt. "No. It couldn't be, could it?" Neville's horse whinnied.
The frost on the ground suddenly started thickening, trailing up around them and all around the tree.
"What couldn't be?" Malfoy asked, eyes darting around the darkening forest. "Dementors." John whispered, eyes widening.
Nott's head whipped around, his voice low and urgent. "Don't be ridiculous. There's DMLE all round the forest edges, they'd never get in."
"And all DMLE can fight dementors?" "Well, no, but" "The DMLE use dementors, for fucks sake!" Smith looked around wildly, "We're not getting all depressed, it can't be them!" "Then, what?!"
The wind picked up and blew away the leaves by their horses feet and the blood drained from John's face. They were all standing inside the edge of a huge triangle painted in blood — a triangle holding a circle of blood, bisected by a line, also painted in blood. The line ran straight through the decaying tree they'd stopped by. Blood runes covered all the lines in intricate patterns.
Nott's voice lowered to a terrified hiss. "Death magic."
Malfoy looked do you know?"
sharply
at
Nott.
"How
"It's the deathly hallows — You know — The three brothers? The deal with death?"
"It's a dark ritual, whatever it is," Neville turned his horse away. "We should leave, now."
The wind seemed to pick up. "No." John said, his voice firm. "We should destroy the ritual triangle." He drew his wand.
"Are you crazy?!" Malfoy shouted.
John aimed his wand at the blood. "Tergeo!"
The moment he felt his spell hit, wind blasted into them with the strength of a hurricane, stronger than anything he'd felt before, raw magic swirled around them, pressing on them, demanding their submission. John's heart pounded in his chest. It was like that one time — that time in the grave yard.
"Shit!"
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