IMPORTANT: Obviously I don't own Harry Potter or anything else J.K. Rowling
already owns. I do, however, own Dib the berserker, Gareth Rein, Ninja Mel,
and Luther. Don't use them. See them in Bloodlines by benedict at
fictionpress.com
Harry crept through the woods, his heart pounding. Maybe it had been a bad idea to come out here alone. People were always telling him that he should be more careful, that with so many powerful wizards out to kill him he shouldn't wander around alone. Still, his insomnia had been so bad that he had been unable to resist the urge to go for a midnight stroll. Near the edge of the forest, though, he had wandered into a bank of mist. When he came out he didn't see any recognizable landmarks. At first he thought the fog was just hiding things from his eyes, but as he walked along he became more and more sure he had never been here before.
Suddenly, he heard a rustling. As he rounded a gnarled old tree he saw a clearing with a bonfire in the center. A tall figure wrapped in a green cape stood across from him. Suddenly the figure raised its arm and something knocked Harry to the ground. It clawed at the back of his neck, raking at his flesh. He managed to get his wand pointed over his shoulder.
"Wingardium Leviosa!" Instantly the weight lifted. Harry looked up to see a slender blond girl dressed all in black spitting and clawing like a cat six feet in the air. Just then Harry heard a low growl. He turned to see a tall broad man in a crouch, just at the edge of the clearing. His eyes glowed a deep red and his lips pulled back from a beastlike snarl. Harry didn't want to risk using too mellow of a spell here.
"Stupefy!" Amazingly, the man didn't fall. He didn't even flinch. He shook his head like a fly-covered horse and began to approach Harry. Harry was desperate-
"Crucio!" Harry saw with satisfaction that the man stopped dead in his tracks. His relief quickly melted when the man continued to come, albeit slower- as if he was now wading. Harry stood, frozen by terror, as the man raised a huge hammer above his head.
"Get me down!" Ninja Mel cried angrily. There was no need, though, as she was already slowly sinking. Dib shook his head and straightened as the red light of the berserk faded from his eyes. Gareth eyed the bloody corpse with distaste.
"I don't even want to know where in the Hells he came from," said Dib, "I thought Luther said nobody could enter this clearing! Where is that old fool anyway?"
"I don't know," said Gareth, "but as soon as he gets back lets move on. I never liked the feel of this place anyway.
Harry crept through the woods, his heart pounding. Maybe it had been a bad idea to come out here alone. People were always telling him that he should be more careful, that with so many powerful wizards out to kill him he shouldn't wander around alone. Still, his insomnia had been so bad that he had been unable to resist the urge to go for a midnight stroll. Near the edge of the forest, though, he had wandered into a bank of mist. When he came out he didn't see any recognizable landmarks. At first he thought the fog was just hiding things from his eyes, but as he walked along he became more and more sure he had never been here before.
Suddenly, he heard a rustling. As he rounded a gnarled old tree he saw a clearing with a bonfire in the center. A tall figure wrapped in a green cape stood across from him. Suddenly the figure raised its arm and something knocked Harry to the ground. It clawed at the back of his neck, raking at his flesh. He managed to get his wand pointed over his shoulder.
"Wingardium Leviosa!" Instantly the weight lifted. Harry looked up to see a slender blond girl dressed all in black spitting and clawing like a cat six feet in the air. Just then Harry heard a low growl. He turned to see a tall broad man in a crouch, just at the edge of the clearing. His eyes glowed a deep red and his lips pulled back from a beastlike snarl. Harry didn't want to risk using too mellow of a spell here.
"Stupefy!" Amazingly, the man didn't fall. He didn't even flinch. He shook his head like a fly-covered horse and began to approach Harry. Harry was desperate-
"Crucio!" Harry saw with satisfaction that the man stopped dead in his tracks. His relief quickly melted when the man continued to come, albeit slower- as if he was now wading. Harry stood, frozen by terror, as the man raised a huge hammer above his head.
"Get me down!" Ninja Mel cried angrily. There was no need, though, as she was already slowly sinking. Dib shook his head and straightened as the red light of the berserk faded from his eyes. Gareth eyed the bloody corpse with distaste.
"I don't even want to know where in the Hells he came from," said Dib, "I thought Luther said nobody could enter this clearing! Where is that old fool anyway?"
"I don't know," said Gareth, "but as soon as he gets back lets move on. I never liked the feel of this place anyway.