Crimson Tears
Prologue
With adrenaline pumping through her veins, Pansy Parkinson ran. Her breath was coming in short pants. Her lungs lacked the oxygen they needed, but that didn't stop her sprint to get away.
Her legs ached, muscles taut, and her sides were pinched with cramps. She cursed herself for being so out of shape, but then cleared her mind from such a petty though. I have to find them. Warn them...The school is under attack!
The night seemed to get darker. Nomore could she see what lay ahead of her. Grabbing at her side, she struggled for her wand. As she groped at her robe, the loop that held her wand broke and her wand fell to the ground. Blindly scraping to find it, she noticed a pale purple streak of light.
A curse was headed towards her. Panicking she ducked but was struck down upon her back. She could feel her blood rushing, pumping. Her veins pushed against her skin so strong, so fast as ifthey were to bust! Pansy could feel her eyes tearing. She looked up, in time to see a white figure standabove her.The face of her attacker was obscurred, but they seemed to have had aheavenly glow around them.
Is it an angel? She quickly dismissed the thought as soon as it came. The magical aura surrounding them was too dark, too corrupted.
Wiping her eyes from the tears, she noticed that they felt thick upon her fingers. Looking down at her hand..she saw blood. Eyes wide, with terror she looked up at her captor, panicking she tried to move back, but she seemed to be frozen to the ground. Someone help me!
The attacker drew a dagger from their whiterobe.Unknown wordsfell upon Pansy's ears as the dagger glinted from the light. Sheilding hereyes from the bright shine she was vulnerable for thenext move of her captor.Letting out a scream full of agony, she felt an sharp pain upon her abdomen...the last thing she saw was red. My crimson tears.