I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER
I Blood Guess Really Does Give Life
'Run, run faster you idiot.' Her breathing was ragged. She was sure he could hear her running through the empty roads. Philly had a way of being deserted after certain hours, besides for the usual gang members, but normally they left her alone.
But he had been watching her, he wanted her. Her run-down sneakers hit the muddy pavement. Making loud slaps. 'Did I loose him' she turned down a side street. Her side was cramping. pain shot threw her. But pain does not't matter if you want to survive out here. She could hear him now. He was right behind her.
She took a sharp left. She stopped dead in the middle. He stopped behind her and she could feel his stare, his smile. It was a dead end. 'Fuck' She whipped around. taking steps back wards quickly, she was panicking. He took out a green battered up pocket knife. Her back was going to hit the wall.
"Don't worry this will be fun" he grinned. She should be hitting the wall now. Her breathing was coming in short pants. He made a grab for her. She jerked and tripped back wards, landing sprawled on her back. Eyes closed waiting for the first blow. She felt nothing. She listened, then opened her eyes.
Nothing was there except a stone wall. She was looking around frantically now. She was in a corridor. Stone walls. She wasted no time, she got up and ran 'whats going on' She ran blindly. Turning and twisting threw the halls. 'I have to get out of here'
She saw stairs up ahead she made it half way down when she went to make a leap for the rest. But stopped dead when it began to move. 'What the fuck is going on the stairs are moving' When they stopped she took off on a dead run turning a corner she almost ran into a tall paled skin man with thick black shoulder length hair knocking him down, almost.
Snape automatically pulled his wand out and pointed it at the filthy child. She stopped. Standing rigid staring at him as if he were satin himself. "Stop" He hissed. He already knew she should not't't be here. She looked past him. The color automatically drained from her face.
Snape casted a glance sideways seeing Nearly Headless Nick looking on in curiosity. The girl kept her gaze on the insufferable ghost. But when he tilted his head and said good day she let out a blood curdling scream. The only thing going threw her mind was that she no longer knew if she was sane so she turned around to sprint down the corridor.
But she did not't move, all she felt was a sharp burning sensation just below her ribs. looking up she saw a pair of transparent eyes, wide with curiosity. Snape stared astonished at the scene in front of him. He saw peeves coming down the corridor drawing his sword before the girl turned to run.
He never thought twice about it. But when peeves thrust his sword into the girls chest, he was surprised to see the end of the sword sticking out of her back. covered in a thick red liquid, it was blood. And even more surprising it was now solid. Not transparent like when he first begun to "attack" her.
'Oh no' She could feel the blood slowly coming up into her mouth. She coughed and little splatters of crimson littered her attackers face. Snape walked forward. Seeing where this girls blood touched his face. Color slowly started to seep into Peeves face. Peeves could feel a cool breeze against his face.
He pulled his sword from this strange girl. Blood was starting to flow out of her mouth. The sword felt so heavy, he stared down at it. It was... real. Snape caught the girl before she hit the ground. He put his left arm behind her knees, and is right before her shoulder blades and lifted her up.
"Go to the hospital wing warn Madam Promfry. Then head straight to the Great Hall and get the Head Master." Snape barked at Nearly Headless Nick. "Peeves go to the Great Hall and meet him there, now!" With that he took off toward the hospital wing with a dieing girl in his arms. It just was not't his day.