Shrieking Shock
Harry snaps back from his reminiscing when he realizes he is about to be crushed by the whomping willows branches. Flustered and distraught he dodges out its path, "Bloody hell!" he curses as he ducks into the secret passageway to the Shrieking Shack. "Lumos!" he yells before he walks for what seems like an eternity, until he found himself in the decrepit structure that was the shrieking shack. It seemed that every step he took made the floor creak even more than the last. As he tentatively opened the attic door, he peered cautiously around the room that he was praying to be empty.
He wasn't surprised when it wasn't.
Standing in the corner was a scraggily, dark grey wolf. At the site of the creature he lurched backward against the wall with his wand up and at the ready for a fight. As the animal ran towards him he bellowed "Aresto Momentum!" With the small amount time he bought he struggled to find the words to another spell. "Locomotor Mortis!" he stuttered afraid of dying from his ill-thought out plan to stop the beast. The wolf's legs were instantaneously bonded together from the leg-locking curse inflicted upon it and fell to the floor writhing to try and move its legs and attack the boy standing only a few feet away. The shock of the creature he'd never seen before caused him to pass-out onto the hard wooden floor.
Harry didn't realize he had fainted until the sun was shining into his eyes, comprehending that his life was in danger he staggered to his feet not believing what he saw.
