None of us actually knew where we were going, but to me, it feels easier that way. The element of surprise seems much effortless than continuing to worry about whether we were safe or not. That adrenaline rush that swiftly bursts upon you is invigorating!
We were flying high, high enough that the world below was just a splatter of colours. Like a painting up close. We were spread out, flying to the rhythm of our own drum. My wing mans Iggy and Fang were at my side from a distance, Nudge Angel and Gazzy were behind us, having a conversation about the fashion in Paris we had recently visited. Right now, we were flying somewhere through the British countryside.
We were flying at an even pace, slowly enjoying the little sunshine around us. But hell this was to slow for me, I want to fly. I pushed off and started to burn ahead of the others, loving the feeling of the wind pushing against my face. I smiled to myself and pushed a little further, trying to gain more air. I closed my eyes and glided through the air in full power thinking of absolutely nothing. Loving life. Despite the lack of beds and actual tasty food. Preferably not from the dumpster outside of various restraunts. Suddenly, a feeling of pure ice fell through the air, burning my body.
I looked around and saw nothing but frosty air and grey clouds. Unexpectedly, a dark, cloaked figure with no face popped up, flying in the air just as I was. I felt sad, like all the happiness in the world has fallen. Could this be another creation from the school? It started to breathe in, like a gasp. It's weird, it seemed as though it was sucking out my soul. But that can't be possible...could it?
My body became limp and my wings gave way, I started to fall. Come on gravity you use to be cool. I fell rather fast through the air, beginning to spot the ground closer and closer. A sudden jolt shuddered my body to a halt. I could make out a voice, even over the pounding rain. I'm quite impressed.
"Can you hear me? Please talk to me," the voice sounded worried, I felt bad; I didn't want to make him worried. "I'm going to take you to Hogwarts, okay?" No, no don't take me away! I need to stay with my flock! Put me back! I tried to say something, but the only thing I could get out was a small grunt.
We started to spiral downwards, but in a safe pace, a controlled pace which made me feel a little less on edge. After a few seconds we had reached the ground, a booming voice shouted out in an excited tone. "Slytherin wins!" A loud cry rebounded through the world around us. We landed to a stop and I was delicately lifted to the soft grass. More footsteps hurried towards us, my eyelids were too heavy to lift, making it impossible to make out the voices.
"What happened, Harry?" a deep voice asked in question. "I'm not sure, professor. I think she may have been attacked by a dementor, she was very pale and highly out of it. I caught her while she was falling." I assume Harry, said nervously.
"Bloody ell'. I've never took a fancy to those dementors. Wait, how was she flying?" another boy asked in question.
"I dunno." Harry answered. Oh shit. How am I supposed to explain that? "Harry, Ron, please escort this young girl to Madam Pomfrey immediately. She desires help immediately." The first voice said. I felt my body being lifted from the ground and taken away from the noisy surroundings. I have to go get the flock. Dammit I need Fang! I need him. I nee Fang. I ne ang. I need ng.