Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings, or Harry Potter. I only own the original ideas that I come up with and characters that I created (even though some information is based on HP)
Also, the title of the story is based of the Of Monsters And Men song, King and Lionheart
Why did I have to be such a stupid moron? Attacking Harry like that; it's just marking my first victim.
Running, I think is much easier when you're running to (hopefully) your death. It's what I want now. Nobody attacks 'the-boy-who-lived' and gets away with it, even if that person is his god-sister- who is also the daughter of the murderer who just broke out of prison, which nobody else had done before.
Do you want to know what happened?
~~ Flashback ~~
20 minutes earlier...
It's Christmas Eve. Yay (!) first time with no friends over the holidays, who would care? Not me, surely?
I glance at the clock on the wall; 11:50am. I slept in till 9, and the dorm was empty apart from me; Hermione went down to breakfast without me. She, Ron and harry have been avoiding me a lot in the last 3 days. I didn't ask for a murderous criminal as a father! Nobody would!
Starving, (I haven't eaten in at least 2 days...) I made my way down to the Gryffindor common room, which I thought was empty, leaving my wand on my bed. But, when I reached the floor, I saw three of the people who used to be closer to me than anything or anyone else.
Silently and with my head down- so my hair covered my face, I bee-lined for the portrait hole, but, halfway there, someone grabbed my left forearm and I squealed quietly in pain.
"Celeste." the person stated an invisible tone of pity and sympathy in their voice. I went to walk, but they held onto my arm tighter then spun me around, so that I faced them. Harry Potter stood there looking at me. "I don't want to talk to you." I said, trying to get away, attempting to wrench my arm from his grasp.
This however, causes more suspicion to harry, as I'm now almost yelling at him in pain. He loosens his grasp on my arm, and gets Hermione to pull off my jacket, all three of my fellow gryffindors gasping at what they saw: my arms covered in small, horizontal cuts and scars, and one word carved into my right wrist; TRAITOR.
Harry regains his grip on my arm, still staring at the scars, unable to wrench his eyes away.
"Let go!" I scream at him, and he then protests, saying he wants to find out what happened, yeah (!) like I want to tell him (!)
With each attempt to leave, Harry pulls me further into the room. I swear I was stronger than him two months ago…
Eventually, I had enough. I lash out with my right hand, screaming at Harry to 'Piss off'. My nails caught Harry's face, and within seconds, he had three lines of attack on his face, all bleeding.
Shock made me freeze for a moment. Did I really just do that? But I don't want to face the truth anymore, so I fled. Running full out towards the staircases, not caring where I end up, as long as it ended this hell – one that I'd gotten myself into.
~~ end flashback ~~
The edge of the forbidden forest had just past me, but I didn't stop. Not until I reached the small lake at the heart of the forest, with trees so dense, the castle and sky were hidden from my sight. Despite all the dementors and snow around, I don't feel the least bit cold, wearing wet (from melted snow and tears), ripped jeans and a short sleeved top. I fall to my knees when I reach the water's edge and then onto my butt, hugging my knees into my chest. Thinking, the only, quick way of death now is pneumonia, but, I'm having second thoughts. Running away from Hogwarts and all of this would be much easier. I mean, it's not like they bloody cared about me anyway! The 3 people, who I thought were my friends, didn't even bother following me out here. Yeah, okay, I did attack one of them... but -
I can't face them again.
In anger I rip the necklace I received from my parents from when I was little from around my neck and throw it, as hard as I can, into the lake, where it sinks to its depths, unable to be seen by the normal eye.
There's the sound of footprints heading toward me in the background, but I don't react; I just continue to stare at the opposite edge of the lake.
Before my mind registers what's going on, a jacket is thrown over my shoulders and somebody sits down beside me. Tears spring my eyes as I turn to see the three long scratches going down his face. But I hold them back; now is not the time to be going weak.
Harry turns to face me, and opens his mouth to speak, but before he can, a pair of hands are lifting him up and carrying him away.
The other footsteps aren't Ron and Hermione's, I don't know who's they are. The group of about 20 creatures all look a bit like this:
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I swear I know these people, but what are they doing here? Not thinking, but going with my gut feeling, I stand, before the creature's friend can pick me up also, and race over to the nearby tree, where I know there are some weapons hidden in the hollowed-out trunk.
Sprinting over and already out of breath, I pick up the sword; it's the best choice for this type of combat, and I begin fighting for survival against these unwanted visitors.
I've killed 5 before any of the others have realized what's going on. The creature that began carrying Harry is absent, looking around, I realize this and get caught off guard by a foe, who throws me into the tree nearby.
The force of impact makes me let go of my sword, leaving me defenseless. I hope the battle does not go downhill from here, and I plan to not let it too. I scream for Ron and Hermione, who quickly arrive. They look shocked at what they see before them, and don't react until I scream at them "What the hell are you two staring at, huh? Can I have a bit of help here PLEASE!"
The two charge into the fight, just as one of the beasts rams me back into the tree as I try to copy my fellow Gryffindors. I am immobile and defenseless, when something is stabbed into my stomach, but I resist the pain; there is too much around me anyway. I head-butt the guy holding me to the tree, and then run to pick up my sword. A strange cry rings in the air and the weird animals run into the trees, leaving their dead behind. Standing straight, with my sword in hand, I realise that I'm covered in this black blood; which is clearly not mine!
I try to take a step forward, but the pain in my abdomen makes me fall to the floor. On my hands and knees, I look around the clearing to see only Ron running to my aid. No…
They got Hermione too.
Ron runs up to me and helps me sit back. When I do, I place the sword back in its scabbard and try to stand again.
"Can you fetch me the jacket?" I ask Ron, indicating the jacket still lying beside the water's edge. He runs over and fetches it. I nod in thanks and tie it around my waist. The cold isn't affecting me and I need to stop myself from bleeding to death, anyway.
"What are we going to do?" Ron asks, going to sit down next to me. I look at him in horror and he stops, standing upright again. I look at him and say, "We're going to rescue them, so come on: help me to my feet." He suddenly looked horrified at what I suggested. But he helps me to my feet all the same.
I smile at him and then jerk my head in the direction of the hollowed-out tree. Ron takes the hint and, by supporting me from under my left elbow, we manage to limp over. He lets go of my arm as I sink my hand into the tree, and pull out:
A spare sword (Which is instantly handed to Ron)
A quiver of arrows and a bow- which I place on my back
Two daggers, one I place in my right shoe, and the other, I hand to Ron, who loops it through his belt, next to his wand.
After that, I looked to the floor, and began following the tracks that the retreating party left, leading deeper into the forest, away from the school.
Mind on task, I forget that I've been injured, and set off at a run; Ronald Weasley struggling to keep up, but not wanting to tell me to slow down, indicating that he too, has his mind set on only one thing:
Rescuing his two best friends. And from now, because of recent events, Harry Potter and Hermione Granger are both in danger, all because I had to be totally selfish and run out into the forest.
MEANWHILE...
3rd Person POV.
Hermione Granger and Harry Potter were both stunned. How could such creatures exist? Did they work with Sirius Black? And where were they being taken? They were desperate for the answers.
Neither dared to speak, in fear of being beaten more than they were already.
But they were both thinking of one thing- or rather one person:
Celeste. They both saw her get stabbed and now they were being taken, with heavy hearts, away from what they thought was the scene of her murder.
Neither could move their hands or bodily positions, due to the fact that they both were in this predicament:
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But they could look around, although they never met eyes, taking in their surroundings instead.
What they noticed first was that after ten minutes, the density of the trees changed dramatically, turning into a different wood type and becoming extremely dense, at least 200% thicker than they were before.
Three days and nights running from the creatures later, and the two 'Istari' were delivered to here:
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Where a man, dressed in white was awaiting them, a foul look upon his face.
Man? No, he was Saruman the White, one of the five famous wizards in Middle-Earth. And he wasn't impressed.
Why? Isuldur's bane had been discovered and was in the hands of a Hobbit.
AND THESE WERE NOT HOBBITS!
Poor kids, they had no idea what they were in for, and when they did, would they blame Celeste, for getting them into that predicament?