Disc.-I shall write it no more. Look in the previous two chapters please.
FYI…- This is more of a filler- hence why it came so fast and it's shortness.
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While enjoying his chilly ice-cream treat with his siblings (and Lyra's many Puffskeins), Corvus thought back on what particular incident brought him closer to dear little Lyra. It had been only two weeks with his new family and identity that he decided he wanted to go into the Dark Greenhouse- the one that held the dangerous creatures. He hadn't been prepared to be nearly burnt alive- he'd thought they'd be in cages like the Quintaped was in the normal creature-habitat. But no.
He screamed, he knew he did but he couldn't even hear himself over the loud and angry roar of the gigantic thing that was getting ready to pounce on him and rip him to sheds for a meal. The human-like face of the creature on a very much lion body alongside a giant stinger that was swaying from side to side hypnotically made him freeze in terror for all of two seconds. He had his wand! He quickly pulled it out, casting the most dangerous spell he knew- hence Fiendfyre. He wasn't thinking when he cast it, he was too terrified out of his bloody mind, thank you very much!
The magical fire began to grow and grow and the Manticore growled lowly as it scuttled back and away from the ravenous flames. The initial purpose completed he almost sighed with relief before realizing just what he cast.
"Bugger,", he hissed, "Bugger, bugger, bugger!"
Soon the enchanted flames were growing and spreading, threatening to destroy everything in its path. He ran from it. Oh, did he run. But the fire was faster and had already blocked any exits he may have seen or thought of. He heard the terrified yowls and anguished moans of the creatures inside and his panic built to new heights as the thought 'I'm going to die,' pervaded his mind. He began to hyperventilate but soon he was choking on noxious fumes. Black was beginning to tread upon his vision as his body was being scorched by the heat alone as the fire began to close in on him. But just before the scalding heat could reach him to destroy its master, "Corvus!"
The one call of his new name made him struggle to some back to conscious. He knew that voice as his new sister, the one he was supposed to protect. The panic and desperation in it made him feel a bit warm inside that someone cared so much. Even if it was some little girl he'd only known for a few weeks. Blackness took him over as a slight smile spread his parched and cracking lips.
When he woke up, he was in a large bed. He recognized it as the small hospital wing of the Manor. He was incredibly thirsty but he didn't feel as though his skin were slowly peeled off because the heat was too high and scorched his flesh.
"Ah, you're awake.", came a calm male voice. His dark eyes swiveled to the Healer and tutor. "You had quite severe burns young man. In fact, if it weren't for that little lady right there, you probably wouldn't be here right now.", he said as he nodded to a space on his shoulder. He then realized a weight was there and looked down. A sleeping face met him but he saw the tear tracks falling down her face and her red nose. Her hand was tightly clutching his own. "Lady Lestrange,", the man greeted with a bow. She nodded in response and looked at him darkly. He was in trouble.
And indeed he was. His Fiendfyre had destroyed that entire greenhouse and had to be replaced, which it was in the week-long time he was in a light healing coma. It had cost quite a pretty galleon. Then there was the punishment for worrying Lyra, putting her in danger and killing some of her very rare and hard-to-get creatures. That is, a week in the dungeons with little food and water and one sound thrashing. She had said he was lucky that Lyra missed him or she would have kept him down much longer. And Lyra hadn't left his side for almost a month, even sleeping cuddled up to him in his room. He wasn't too sure why Pavo was so dedicated to her though. It happened almost half a year ago. All he knew was that Pavo was now deathly afraid of flying and practically worshipped their sister.
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As I said, it's a filler, but I hope it helps a bit for the future. And I can't really write fire and death scenes too well…So sorry about that.