This is written for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Challenges and Assignments).
Halloween Party: Halloween Bingo.
[33.] (Scenario) Lost in the woods
Gryffindor!
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!
Hermione Granger was lost. Simple as that. She was on her way to meet her -secret- boyfriend, Draco Malfoy, in the Forbidden Forest. But, she was lost. The time they were supposed to meet was ticking closer as the minutes slipped by.
Darkness was falling, and she feared she would have to turn back soon. She was certain she had already passed that set of tree's there, three times, now. The only clearing she had walked into was empty of life, overrun with shrubs and piles of dirt. She continued her trek, gathering mud on the hems of her jeans. Scratches adorned her arms, blood was slowly trickling out in miniature droplets.
She could see the moonlight peeking through the limbs. Hermione knew she would have to turn back, now. The darker creatures of the forest would be awakening. Just as she pulled out her wand, to point her back to Hogwarts, back to -relative- safety, she heard a wolfish howl in the air. Goose-pimples sprung up on her arms, the hair on the back of her neck felt like static against her collar.
She didn't think logically, she turned tail and ran. Stumbling over the jutting trunks and the overgrown vines, she struggled to get out of the mess she was in. Hermione heard a pounding on the forest floor, the low, deep growls that followed were reaching her ears.
She slashed her wand behind her, erecting a shield charm. She knew it wouldn't last, wouldn't hold her assailant. But, she had to try. A few seconds were worth the small hassle. Looking back, she saw the large, platinum wolf bound toward her. No, it was too late, she shouldn't have looked back, it only slowed her down.
Pumping her legs as hard as she could, she saw the edge of the trees opening up. She saw the large expanse of grass, the great, looming castle was illuminating the grounds.
Hermione felt a sharp sensation in her back, ripping the shirt on her back. She felt the claws mutilate her flesh, tearing it from bone, sinew, and muscle. She was able to let out one, earsplitting scream before the mutt clamped its mouth on her throat.
The last thing she saw was the silver-grey eyes of her boyfriend, edged with a striking yellow.
