Chapter Three; Sarah
I'm sorry, I've been sick,.. AGAIN. I'll TRY to get this finished before Halloween but please don't be upset if it's a little afterwards. I can't tell when I'm going to be sick and when I'm not these days. All due to sinuses and change of weather. Anyway, here's the next chapter sorry for the delay and I really hope that you enjoy it!
On Monday morning Tobey and Eve went to their classes while Harry and Ginny decided to go for a broomstick ride. However, they second that they stepped outside Neville started racing towards them. "Harry! You've got to come quick!" he exclaimed breathing frantically.
"What is it Neville?" Harry questioned him anxiously out of concern.
"It's Hagrid. He found an injured and orphaned unicorn." He told him. "You have to help it! It's just a baby so it's alright with men." He explained.
"I'm sorry Neville but I really don't know all that much about unicorns." Harry admitted with a shake of his head. "I mean I like unicorns, I like all animals. But I'm really only an expert on dogs and dragons." Harry told him.
"I can help. I know a lot about horses and unicorns." Ginny began. "Plus, I'm a healer for a living." She told him before she turned her head over to look at Harry. "I'm sorry Harry. We'll go for a ride later."
"It's alright. I'll come with you." He told her before followed her and Neville down to Hagrid's hut. Sure enough a golden foal was lying on top of the sofa next to Hagrid while lying its head down on top of his lap. The foal gave out a frantic whinny and a snort.
"What happened to her Hagrid?" Ginny wondered before Hagrid sniffed and caught one of his tears on top of his fingertip.
"Her mother was murdered. Some kind of wild animal got her. It was probably a werewolf or a wildcat." He told her when all of a sudden Harry remembered his very first year when Voldemort was drinking the unicorn's blood to survive and become stronger.
"Poor thing." Ginny said while she sat down beside it before it snorted again and she reached her hand out towards its head and stroked its face gently.
"Is she going to be alright?" Harry asked her before she turned her head and looked at him nervously. "I'm not sure. She doesn't look so good. If she's got any chance at survival she's going to have to get plenty of milk and rest. And she's also going to need plenty of love to gain her confidence and will to survive again. So I think that first I should probably give her a name so that she'll actually feel like she'll have an identity." She told him.
"So what are you going to call her?" Neville wondered before she slowly glanced back down at the filly who lifted her head and snorted again and then laid it back down on top of Hagrid's lap.
"Her name is Sarah since that is another word for princess and that's what she deserves to be treated like." Ginny told him.
"I remember that. I think there was something about that in the Bible." Harry began. "I've always liked that name." he admitted before Ginny turned to look at him again.
"Harry, go down to the Hogwarts kitchen and get some unicorn milk out of the fridge and heat it up. Sarah is used to warm milk and she won't start her weaning process for months. She's also used to her mother's body heat keeping her warm, so she'll need a warm blanket since she doesn't have any fur of her own yet. Otherwise, she'll freeze to death." She explained before Harry nodded.
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Harry ran into Ron once he got into the kitchen. "What are you doing in here?" Harry asked him. "I'm hungry." Ron began. "Why else would I be in the kitchen?" he wondered. "What are you doing in here? I thought that you and Ginny were going for a ride." He said.
"We were, but I was getting some unicorn milk for Sarah." Harry told him.
"Who's Sarah?" Ron wondered.
"She's a unicorn. Her mother was killed." Harry began before he opened the refrigerator and got out the bottle of milk. "And I don't think that it was by any wild animal either." He told him before he placed it down on top of the counter.
"Well then, what do you think it was?" Ron asked him.
"Come on Ron, think!" he exclaimed. "My father's been telling me that he's having nightmares, Hermione's always in the library, and most of the time Ginny's afraid to leave my side. Tell me that you don't have a sickish bad feeling that Voldemort's back." He said.
"But he can't be. You killed him when you were seventeen." Ron said.
"Yeah but you forget. I've always had the ability to sense his presence. I sort of have a feeling that there's somebody else in relation to him. Like a son or something." Harry told him.
"But if he does, the first thing that he'll do is come after you seeking revenge." Ron said.
"I know. But I can't tell Ginny that. She's already got a lot to worry about now that she's got Sarah." That's when Harry removed his wand and with a complicated wave casted hot air at the bottle of milk. "I have to go give this to her." He began once the milk was warm and then storing away his wand again. "If Sarah doesn't get any warm milk in her system soon she'll die. Have you seen Eve lately? I've got to ask her if I can borrow her cat's blanket." He said.
"Yeah, she's in DADA." Ron told him.
"Thanks. First I'll go give this to Ginny, and then I'll go ask to speak to Eve. Since it's my father's class I'm sure that he'll understand." He said.
"If you say so." Ron told him.
"I'll see you later and then we'll go ahead and decorate the Great Hall for Halloween." Harry told him before he turned around and walked away.
