Paste your document heNikita Marne was cold,even in her beanie, scarf and gloves. She knew this type of cold only too well. Dementors.
Though Nikita had passed her final Defence Against The Dark Arts exam that involved repelling a dementor, she still wasn't very confident that she could take on a dementor in the real world where she had too think about muggles as well as her poor magic skills.
Nikita had always been horrible at magic. She wasn't a squib and she understood the theory of magic but whenever she tried to do a spell she started thinking about all of the things that could go wrong and ended up only half heartily casting it.
Scolding herself for being a chicken Nikita turned straight around and started almost running the other way.
The dark streets were empty except for the occasional drunk wandering home. Nikita was going down a narrow alley when a man stepped out of the shadows and said to her.
"Whats a pretty young girl like you doing walking around in the middle of the night."
Nikita didn't turn around, she kept walking. She felt a light wind and then the man that had spoke to her was in front of her barring her way.
"Leave me alone." Nikita said trying to duck around him and keeping her eyes down.
"No." He reached forward and forced her chin up.
The man didn't look like a typical drunk. He was handsome, with well groomed black hair and sparkling white wore an expensive leather jacket and a Rolex watch. His dark eyes surveyed her.
"Yes, you will do."
Nikita stepped back from him and pulled her wand out.
"Well, well, What are you going to do with that?" The man laughed quietly.
" This!" Nikita yelled as she waved her wand. "Stupefy!"
The man lunged forward, he grabbed her and knee her in the stomach. Nikita dropped to the ground and her wand spun away. This was what she got, she thought, for trying a attacking spell instead of a defensive one. The man tried to kick her but she rolled to one side. He pulled a large sharp knife out his pocket.
Nikita jumped up. She backed slowly away as he stepped towards her with an sadistic grin on his 's back hit a wall.
"NO ,please, don't!" Nikita pleaded as the man raised the Knife.
" I would have anyway you know, even if you hadn't tried to attack me, witch." The man said.
" Leave her alone Fisern and drop the knife!"
The man name Fisern didn't dropped his knife but turned to the speaker. Nikita should have moved but her eyes were on her savior.
He was probably her age, 17. He flicked a lock of brown curly hair out of his blue eyes as the man spoke. "This is Faerie business shadow hunter."
The boy didn't hesitate in answering. "You are holding a knife to a human girl. It is my business as a shadow hunter to keep downworlders like you in order."
Fisern glared at him." She isn't human, she's a witch!"
" Which in our world means human. Come along." The boy gestured to Nikita and started walking away. Nikita took one last look at Fisern, picked up her wand and hurried to catch up with the unnamed boy. re...
