Summary: Raven has deep, dark secrets, almost as dark as a well known Potions Master. She strives to keep her secrets from Chamber of Secrets to the final book. I suck at summaries, lol, but just read it and you'll get what I mean. This story should be okay at the moment, although I will most likely have to change it in two years when the final book comes out.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, his co-characters or the original story line. I do own my main character, but not her secret XP
Hagrid grumbled as he searched the ground beneath him for the crossbow he had dropped. This was the third time Fang had distracted him and caused him to trip over a log that he hadn't seen until it was too late. The appearences of these logs were distressing him. There weren't normally logs in the Forbidden Forest. No creatures in the Forest were refined enough to actually make logs out of the surrounding trees, save for the Centaurs, but the Centaurs wouldn't make logs and just leave them scattered around like these were.
These logs were just the latest indication that something was amiss here. He had now been in the Forest for something bordering on six hours searching for the cause of disturbance that the Centaurs had been complaining about for the last two days. It wasn't like Centaurs to leave the Forest, especially on something so trivial as an extra guest that they didn't want, but apparently the addition had them unsettled. They had been unable to identify what exactly was in there. Everytime they had gotten close the thing had run off faster than their eyes make out. According to Firenze however, the only Centaur that Hagrid really trusted, whatever it was was weakening.
Fang's low growl caught Hagrid's attention. He stopped fumbling in the dirt for his crossbow and looked at his bear-hound in alarm. Fang was staring skywards, clearly feeling threatened by whatever was up there. Hagrid looked up in time to see a large black blur fall, screeching to the ground a short distance ahead of them, quickly disappearing behind a large clump of bushes. There was a frantic rustling and a very human scream before silence fell.
Hagrid was more than alarmed now. He hadn't seen the creature leave, he wasn't certain that it was safe to approach yet, but that had definitely been a human scream, and he had to get whoever was in there. Still unable to find his crossbow, he inched cautiously towards the bushes with Fang at his heels, ready to lunge at the beast with his bare hands if need be. The Forest had never been so ominously silent as it was now. Hagrid could hear every movement he made, the laboured breathing from his own mouth that still hadn't returned to normalcy after his fall.
He reached the edge of the bush and stopped for a moment, listening. It was completely silent, not a stir or even a whisper of life. Slightly fearful of what he would find, Hagrid poked his head around the bush. The beast was long gone, but there was a small girl laying in the dirt, covered in blood, and not moving.
A/N: Yeah, It's short, I guess it should be the prologue, but I don't like writing prologues anymore. Sorry! It'll fall into place soon enough XD If you love and forgive me, you'll reveiw XP