Somewhere Over The Rainbow

Thanks to all that reviewed, favourated, and alerted! After this chapter and the next, things start to speed up, considering that I spent already too much time in September. Now I can't say much right now cause I've got to get ready for my mom's birthday.

Veronika: Lol yeah, the model I used is named Bartek Boroweic. He's really cute, in my standards at least. And he's the only model I know that has long red hair. Though I had to photoshop it to look more red than ginger.

Random Fact:
Evangeline is the Anti-Dorothy
Hector is the Scarecrow (Even though he is smart, he needs to find a certain kind of wisdom)
Basil is the Cowardly Lion
And Iris is the Tin Man who needs a heart.

CHAPTER SEVEN.
Don't Fear The Reaper

November 1st, 2001

Morning came, and the Bennett-Bilson house was slow to wake. Katherine, like usual, was the first one to get up. She walked in the hall yawning tiredly. Today was a school day, though she considered letting the kids stay home today...But that would mean she would need to stay home. Sighing, she trudged into the kitchen, seriously considering letting them eat candy for breakfast. Deciding not to, she began to prepare serial for everyone, then make everyone's lunch, which consisted of Halloween candy.

Mean while, back upstairs, Evan was trying her hardest to hide the bags and bags of Candy in her room. Iris had fell asleep with their parents, so even though she shared a room with the girl, so was able to do everything undetectable. It had been a long Halloween night. Since her mother and father both took the kids trick or treating, they assumed she had stayed in her room the entire time. Instead, after that argument she had with Rob in the TV room, Evan had went into the garage, and stole an old goalie mask from it. In there, she spent the entire day making a costume. She spray painted the mask dark silver, and painted little lines with black ink. She used her costume for the reaper as a cloak, and used a stick as a wand. Yes, tonight, she was going to be a Death Eater.

When they left around seven o'clock, so did she. Instead of trick or treating, she stole kids' candy bags, hoarding them in the hallow hole in the trunk of the tree outside her bedroom window. When they had returned, she sat in the branches, and waited to make sure they were all in bed, which took a longer amount of time than she thought, and ended up falling asleep in the tree. When she woke up, it was about 6 in the morning, so she crawled back into her bedroom, relieved that Iris had conveniently slept with mom and dad. She hid the costume, and a couple of the bags of candy in the highest and farthest corner of her closet.

That was when she started to hear people wake up. Quickly, Evan changed out of the clothes she wore yesterday, and into a new pair of clothes, and washed her face so she looked refreshed. At that moment, Iris came back in to get changed herself. They were about to go downstairs when the heard their mother yell, "WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?" Evan's heart skipped at beat, thinking maybe it was something she left behind in the garage. A mess, or something random that she dropped. The two girls ran out of their room and went down stairs to what the damage was. But she wasn't inside the house. She was outside, staring at the lawn, hands in her hips. When Evangeline reached her side, her heart raced even more, eyes wide.

There were at least four dozen owls sitting perched everywhere along the street.

The Hosgmeade trip was enjoyable. Though it would have been better, had Honeydukes and The Three Broomsticks had been open in this time. But they weren't. Three Broomsticks wouldn't be open until the 70s, and the owner of Honeydukes happened to be in my year, in my Charms class. In the end, we ended up buying extra school supplies, a couple of butterbeers at the Hogshead, I bought some hats and scarves for the up coming winter, and Hector had bought Remembrall. I spent a particularly large amount of time looking longingly at the magical instruments at one of their many music shops. They were all very expensive - in this time, in comparison to instruments in 2010, these were cheap - and I had promised myself not to spoil myself with the money we were given.

It was about time that we should get back to the train station. On our way back, we met up with Vandal, Weasley and Prewett. Kay had pulled me aside and showed me a large bag she didn't come here with. Inside was the very thing I needed. The Invisibility Cloak. I would have used it tonight, but I reminded myself of the tutoring lesson I had with Daniel.

During the train ride here, Basil spent a hefty amount of time telling me how his time in Hogwarts was so far. "Care of Magical creatures is my favourate class," he went on. "It's only that I miss Hagrid. I keep on forgetting that it's so long ago..."

Hector sighed, "Yes I agree. Arithmancy would be much easier if we had some kind of advance calculators. How are your classes?" His question was directed at me.

I shrugged, "Dumbledore has me taking Potions and Astronomy tutoring. Potions with Iris..."

He laughed, "Yeah, Riddle told me."

That took me off my surprise, "Riddle told you? You talk to him?"

Hector shifted uncomfortably, "Yes... Well, I hang out with Daniel Pocock a lot, and Riddle is sometimes there. Mostly in the library though."

I grit my teeth while giving him a pointed stare, "You are being cautious right? You remember what he is going to become?"

He rolled his eyes, "Yes, of course. But I should be asking you the same question... You've been acting like you've got this handled ever since the train. You're not going to try to interfere are you?"

I quickly covered Basil's ears, despite his protests, "You do realize that he is going to kill Myrtle any time soon right? I can't let that happen, and have him kill so many people too."

"Evan, listen to you. This place isn't real. It's fictional. You're acting like you're trying to save the world."

"Fictional?" I looked at him like he was delirious "We've been here for over a month; I think this place is pretty much real. And by stopping Voldemort now, I can save a lot of lives."

Hector groaned, "This isn't your responsibility, Evan. We are here by accident. It doesn't give you a right to fix something that should never be fixed. And even if you do fix him - which I know you can't - what do you expect will happen? It will effect this world, but ours as well. This isn't our world. We should be worrying about ours and how to get to it."

"Dumbledore is trying to figure that out for us. The least we could do is try to help his situation now... Of all times, why would be sent at this exact moment?"

He sighed frustratingly, "I don't know, Evan. Why was there a Port Key back home in the first place? I don't know. I don't really care. I just want to go back. And you do realize if you try to change things, where Voldemort never existed, then there would be no Harry Potter series back in our time, right?"

That got me to shut up, but in my stubbornness I forced myself to reply, "I am still going to try to get close to him."

Hector snorted, "What do you think this is? Some cheesy self-insert fan fiction? No one can get close to him. He has a Trojan wall around his emotions - if he has any."

Crossing my arms, releasing the struggling Basil free, I gave Hector smug little look. "Well then, I guess I'm just gonna have to disguise myself as a horse."

Hector groaned and rolled his eyes. At that moment, the train began to slow down in Hogwart's station, and we all piled out. Though Hector and I held some tension on our way.

When we got back to the castle, it was about time for dinner, and then after that I had time to kill, so I went to the Library. I walked up stairs and stared at the restricted section curiously. The lock wasn't entirely guarded, so to get in there wouldn't be terribly hard. Trying not to draw suspicion, I walked over to the transfiguration section, and pulled out the most recent book about animaguses. I was still determined to become one before we go back home. I know it probably won't last very long, considering, but it's on my bucket list before we leave. If we leave. I come to accept the fact that there might be a chance that Dumbledore might not find a way at all to get us home.

I spent the last remaining hours reading about animaguses. Disappointingly, the process of becoming an animagus takes longer than I thought it would be. And I barely even understood these instructions. I leaned back into my chair, sighing exhaustingly. I shoved the books in my bag, intending to leave the library, though when I passed by the restricted section, I spotted a familiar face. Riddle. He wasn't gazing at the gate like before, he was actually sitting at a desk doing homework. I guess he didn't want to be disturbed, so I made to walk passed him.

"Bennett," when he called my name I froze, as if I was caught in an act that I wasn't even aware I was making. I turned around when he called me, unwillingly reminded of that dream. My face was growing hot. "Riddle?" I hated how my voice sounded timid. He was facing me in his chair, hands on the arm rests and legs slightly apart. I suddenly had an unwanted urge to crawl onto his lap and snuggle into his chest like some kind of child.

"I heard about your... Encounter with Lestrange earlier the other day," ugh, why did he have to remind me.

"I'm not entirely surprised..."

He stood up, putting his hands behind his back. "You realize, Lestrange has yet to get over your little display of affection."

"It wasn't a display of affection...and what are you talking about?"

He didn't answer my question, instead he stepped closer to me, looming practically over my head, a reason so he could look down at me. I hated when people looked down on me. "It's not wise to be infatuated with or by anyone in Slytherin, Bennett. Stick to the familiar."

I narrowed my eyes at him, "Who are you to tell me who I should fancy and who I should stay away from?"

"So you do fancy Letrange?"

"No!" I scoffed crossing my arms. "I don't. What happened yesterday was a dare."

He examined my face for a moment, as if trying to see if I was lying. I kept my eyes locked on his, despite the overwhelming urge to look away or hide my face in something - like his chest. After what felt like an eternity, he finally cut the silence. "It is still best that you stay away from Slytherins, Bennett. I have been planning to talk to Professor Slughorn about only tutoring your sister in Potions from now on," at this, I took a step back from him. "Why would you do that?"

"It's the best decision," he answered. "After what I've witnessed, you are the catalyst for many of your quarrels with your sister."

For what ever reason, I felt like I was betrayed. No one had ever preferred me over my sister. My sister was the annoying one, not me. I was rejected as a student. Normally, I wouldn't have taken this personal, but for what ever reason, Riddle's tone made this sound as much. It also made it difficult for me to continue on with my little game plan if he chose to try to avoid me at all costs. I wondered what the sudden change was. Lifting and dropping my arms in defeat, I made to turn to leave, "fine. What ever. Have fun with my sister," I started to walk away, leaving him hanging again. On my way down the spiral staircase I shouted, just to get on his nerves. "The Slytherin Stereotype lives on! How predictable," I was nearing the bottom of the stairs when I heard foot steps try to reach the top. "Bennett!" I turned around and saw him standing at the top of the stairs looking down at me, looking non-too-pleased. "What exactly are you implying?"

Leaning casually on the railing, I gave a half shrug, "Slytherins only help other Slytherins. I thought you were different," I tilted my head back a little bit with my brows upward, "but, it seems that you're just like the rest of them. Nice knowing you, Riddle," I waved at him as I walked away, knowing fully well my statement was probably going to eat him until he figured out that I only said that to get to him. I thanked Merlin for knowing so much about Tom to help me understand his character. Tom Riddle may be the most powerful student in this school, but he isn't Voldemort yet. He hasn't split his soul, and he hasn't killed anyone. Tom Riddle is just a teenage boy that's bitter towards the world. And as much Fan Fictions I read about him, how people make him completely perfect, and able to know everything and anything, it isn't entirely true. Tom has more than the obvious flaw of being evil. His biggest flaw is that he wants to be perfect, and the slightest imperfection that you point out, he will react to it. Whether it for him to improve it, or get angered and stubborn and believe it is not true. Either way, both reaction trigger his anger bone. Luckily for me, I know this. But no one in this school - save for my siblings and maybe Dumbeldore - have no idea who he will become if someone doesn't intervene.

It was nearing midnight, so I headed towards the Astronomy Tower. Being that I had floated up the stairs the first time around, I was completely unprepared for the walking I had to do. It was one thing going down the stairs, another thing climbing up. When I got there, I was completely tired. I collapsed on the railing, beat. When I looked around, I noticed that Daniel wasn't even here yet. Sighing, I made my way over to the edge of the astronomy tower, and sat on the ground, swinging my legs over the edge, and rested my forehead and arms on the railing. I looked down around the castle, looking over the Lake were a Hawk was flying just above it. Other than that, it was pretty silent and empty outside. I shut my eyes, enjoying the light breeze on my face for the longest time that I probably nodded off to sleep for a mere minute.

"You're early," I bonked my head against the railing out of surprise. Hissing at the pain, I rubbed the sore spot and glared up at Pocock. He raised his eyebrows at me, a small smile, apparently amused by my pain.

"Yeah, well," I grumbled. "Nothing else to do. C'mon let's get this over with, I want to go to bed." I pulled myself off from the ground, and arched my back to release on the kinks.

"Tired?" he asked, putting his books and material on a table.

"It's been a long day," I sighed, joining him, and opening up my telescope.

"It's only a forty-minute session. Before you know it, you will back in your dorm."

"I know you love Astronomy, Pocock, but for us normal people, it's very boring. Forty minutes might as well be four hours," I collapsed on a chair. "Alright, where are we starting?"

"The planets and their moons," he began, sitting down next to me. "Do you at least know those?"

Rubbing the sore spot on my head, I scrunched my nose trying to remember, "Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, and Neptune."

"You forgot Pluto," he pointed out.

"Pluto isn't a planet..."

He gave me an odd look, and I inwardly grown. 1943. I gotta remember that date more often. "Yes, it is," he gave me a are-you-stupid look, and turned back to his book and skipped the planets all together, until we go to a section specifically on moons. "Now, do you know the moons for Jupiter and Saturn?"

"They have moons?" My answer was a sigh.

"Saturn has 9 known moons, and Jupiter has 11 known ones," He pulled the book, showing me ink drawn sketches of orbs - I'm guessing are the moons - and rings around them showing me the rotation. "Jupiter's largest moon is Lo, and Saturn's is Mimas. They were discovered by..." I zoned out, to be honest, for most of it. He went on for all their names and their histories and the muggles and wizards who discovered these moons. All I caught were the names "Galileo", "Europa", "Carme", "Cassini", "Atlas", and Titan. I only knew Titan was Saturn's moon because from Star Trek. After 30 minutes of learning of these moons I doubt I will ever need to know in the future, he made me draw their rotations and phases. I really doubted I'd be able to finish them all tonight. Argh, more homework.

"How's your Potions tutoring going?" Pocock suddenly asked, making conversation.

"Annoyingly. I had it with my sister," I answered, eyes not trailing off the paper. I wanted to get this as finished as possible so I didn't have to do it later.

"Ah. I had warned Tom not to put the two of you together. Hector had warned me before hand that you two don't get a long," he added, and I just nodded. "May I ask why?"

I shrugged a shoulder, "Conflicting ideals, I suppose. I mean, she is a Slytherin and I am a Gryffindor. It doesn't matter now, since Riddle had dropped me for her."

"Yes, I've heard. I also heard of-"

"About Lestrange, yes I know. It seems everyone has. Before you ask, that was a dare," I looked at my work, "I think I'm done." Daniel took it and looked it over, his eyes lingering on the mistakes.

"I'll leave it on the professor's desk," he stood up without a word and strode over to the desk. Sighing, I got up myself and packed my materials and moved my bag off the table, in the process, the books inside all fell onto the floor. Grumbling, I got down to my knees and began to pick up my books, and shortly after, Daniel came to help me. His hand went to grab the first book he saw, and that happened to be the animagus book I picked up at the library. "Planning to try to become an animagus?"

"Uh yeah," I took the book from him. "It's incredibly harder that I thought it would. I didn't think it would take so long."

"Sometimes the hardest things are the only things worth doing," He gave a smallest of smiles as we both got up from the ground. "I guess I will be seeing you on Monday?" he asked me as we climbed down the stairs.

"I suppose so. Tutoring will be on Saturdays, I'm guessing?"

"Until Christmas. Then you will be free," his nose was pointed downward as he watched the steps that practically flew underneath him.

"Do you know how long I'd have to take Potions?"

He thought for a moment, "Riddle had told me you are rather good at Potions. I can't imagine that you would have to do it for long. Probably until Thanksgiving, or perhaps earlier."

"That's good to knoow. I already have 2 hours of that class, I don't need another 40 minutes."

We parted eventually, and I made a beeline towards the Gryffindor tower, meeting Prewett on the sixth floor as he was doing his Prefect duties. During our short chat, he happened to tell me that he got offered to be my new tutor. I agreed, thanking the lord that it would be at least someone I knew. Though I was still slightly disappointed. I was hoping that Riddle would have reconsidered. I went to the dorm, showered, and crawled into bed for the night. And once more, I had the unwanted dream about tangled limbs, sweaty chests pressed together, and curious fingers. And once again, when I woke up Sunday morning, I had to take yet another shower.

Sunday was really uneventful. I spent most of the time outside with Kay, Weasley, Prewett, Kathryn, Myrtle and my brother Basil. It was still considerably hot since it was still only the beginning of the school year, so we ended up fooling around in the shallow end of the Black Lake, the farthest point away from the Giant Squid, Mermaids and Kelpie. Though that didn't last very long until a 5th year Slytherin Prefect had to ruin our fun by telling us to get out. So yeah, Sunday was pretty drama-free besides being kicked out of the Black Lake. The real action started at night, where I waited well passed midnight and took Kay's cloak.

Getting down to the floor was easy, considering no one was in the staircase. But once I got to the second floor, my pace slowed down. Everywhere I turned there was a prefect heading in my direction. I had narrowly missed the Head Girl, Irma Pince, when I neared the library. Finally, the crowd began to thin out once the wave of Prefects went up to the third and forth floor. I made a beeline towards the library, only being guided by the faint light of the torches. If I lit up my wand, I would be noticed by the portraits and draw attention towards me. I really wished that the Marauders map was invented now.

I found the large oak doors and pushed it open quietly. I froze in spot when I heard talking within. When I saw no one near me, I proceeded further until I saw a dull light to the right of me between two units of shelves. "I won't rest until I find it," the first voice said once I got to the point of earshot. "I've check all four corners of this blasted building, and came out of it empty handed."

"What have you found in your research?" asked the second voice. I inched closer, and saw the dull yellowish light bounce off of their features. I realized how often I bumped into these two in mid conversation.

"Absolutely nothing. That is why I hope to find some information in the restricted section," Tom answered, looking quite sour as usual.

"Are you sure it is not just an urban legend, Tom?" Pocock asked, looking small in comparison to Riddle's seething self, even though the Ravenclaw had a good two and a half inches on him.

"Of course it isn't," Tom hissed, obviously not in a very good mood. I wondered if my comment was still bothering him. "Professor Binns told me he had built it somewhere under the ground of Hogwarts."

They were talking about the Chamber of Secrets, and by the sounds of it, Tom hadn't found it yet. So I had some time left.

"Perhaps the sewers? The pipes?" Daniel suggested, which made my stomach drop.

"Perhaps. I will go through the books I found, and hope they have some information of where it might be hidden," Tom turned out of the corner heading towards the door, I shrunk back into the corner, holding my mouth with my hand to stop my heavy breathing. "C'mon, before they start realizing we're missing." I waited until I heard the door shut behind them, and suddenly I was in complete darkness. After a few seconds of unsettling silence, I poked my head out from under the invisibility cloak, but kept it draped around my shoulders. Pulling out my wand, I muttered lumos and headed up the spiral staircase towards the restricted section. The gate was locked like expected, so I pointed my wand at it, hoping that this would work. Otherwise, I'd have to do some major climbing. "Alohomora," to my relief, it had opened, though I cringed when the gate made a screeching noise that echoed around the library. I waited, hoping that no one noticed, and when I heard no voices or footsteps, I proceeded on towards the M section.

My fingers grazed the spines reading each title. I had only stopped when a dusty gray-green book caught my eye, "Magick Moste Evile". I looked over my shoulder instinctively, and then pulled it out. I covered my mouth with the cloak to shield my lungs from the dust. The pages were old and yellow from the time it spent on the shelf. I flipped through the pages, wondering if this is the book that Riddle had found out about the Horcruxes. The title was defiantly familiar. I sat down on the nearest ledge and read under any section that could possibly have mentioned Horcrux. And it did. Near the back when it was talking about Harpo The Foul, and how he was the first one to create a Horcrux. Without really thinking about it, I put down the book, pulled out the parchment and pen I took with me, just in case I wasn't able to take the books out of the restricted section (by what ever magical force, so I'd have to copy down as much as I could). I scribbled down a small note in the black ink, and put it wedged in the page it was mentioned. I don't know why I did it, probably because I hoped when Tom comes across it, he would be too confused to read on. Before I could change my mind, I shoved the book back in it's place, and went on to look for Morgan Le Fey.

When I got to the 'mo' section, there was a large gap missing. When I stood up on my toes to see if there was anything further inside, I saw nothing, but a sheet of wood that looked as if dust had never been introduced. My eyes went small, "Fuckin' Riddle..." He was one step a head of me apparently. This fact is just driving me even more determined to do Morgan. In fact, I believe there is a book in here that will help me get it. I marched over to the potions section, and looked for a large book that could possibly have it. When I found one that looked like an encyclopedia, I quickly looked through the index until I saw what I was looking for; Polyjuice Potion. I stuffed the book into my bag, and headed towards another section, remembering something else. This time, it took a much longer time finding it, but I eventually came by a thin purple book, "Secrets of the Dark Arts". I knew this was the book that told all about how to make and destroy a horcrux, and eventually Riddle would be looking for it. So I went to a bookshelves in the restricted section that Riddle would never would want to go to, Muggle History, well, a darker history. I hid it behind the Black Plague books. After my job was done, I pulled the cloak over my head once more and left the library.

June 4th, 2004

The summer of 2004, after the kids had came home from school, Katherine took them on a vacation to Canada, where she lived in British Columbia to see their grandparents. They left on May 30th, much to Evangeline's dismay, because that was when the third anticipated Harry Potter film was to be released. Though her mother promised her that it was coming out on June the 4th in Canada. But if Evan wanted to go, she had to take her siblings, a 10 year old Iris, an 8 year old Hector, and a six year old Basil. Hector and Basil weren't even old enough to see the movie, so in order to see it they had buy a ticket for Scooby Doo 2, since it was the only kiddy movie that was out.

They were lucky that her grandmother's small town was rather peaceful, and had a friendly community. The theatre wasn't very packed for Harry Potter when they snuck in, and the only people there were those Evan's age. The theatre it self was not that far away from home, but the hardest part about walking home after the movie was that it was nearing dark - the sky was now purple and pink - and quickest way to grandma's house was through the woods. Now this all sounded very sketchy. All that was needed was for Evan to wear a red hoodie and carry a basket of food. To make matters worse as they trudged through the humid woods, was that Basil was on edge. After seeing the dementors on screen, he hasn't been very calm since they left the theatre. Evan knew he shouldn't have come. He was far too young.

Just when Iris was about to stress that Dementors were not real, for the umpteenth time, they heard a howl. One that was very close. The children stood frozen in spot, all huddled behind their older sister. They waited in silence for the longest time before Evan decided they needed to hurry. Sure there were Gray Wolves in this area, but never that close to the edge of the forest. The only real reason for them to be out here were to probably find something to eat. The Bennett-Bilson children were city kids, so they had little to none experience with wild animals. The only thing they ever had experienced out here were doe's and fawns, and that was with their grandfather years ago. Their pace was quicker, all heads darting around at the slightest noises. They reached a large rock that loomed over thick roots of the tree that was on top of it, with a dark hole underneath that was likely the home of a family of foxes.

They heard the howl again, but this time it sounded like just a couple of yards away. Evan looked over her shoulder, seeing a large mass behind not too far away sniffing the ground just above the large rock. The colour drained from her face, "Guys, get under the rock...now!" She shoved her siblings under there into the shadows, waiting silently. Iris clutched her hand over Basil's mouth to stop him from wimpering. Hector stood wedged between both of his sisters, hugging his knees to his chest. Evan stood on her hunches, mouth shut trying to listen to the sounds of the forest.

They heard the padding of paws and a nose sniffing the ground just above them. Two sets of paws and noses. They were two wolves. So they waited and waited until it was dead silent for the longest time, and the sun was nearly passed the horizon. "Are they gone?" Iris whispered. "I don't know," Evan made to stand up and look. When she did a body flew over her head and landed in front of the four children. Shortly after, the second came along. When their large heads turned to them, their teeth were bared and their ears went back. Their hair was standing on end, and so was the children's. Evan pushed her siblings farther behind her as much as possible, not daring to look the wolves in the eye. One of them snarled and the supposed leader began to advance. They all shut their eyes, not baring to witness their untimely deaths.

Suddenly a piercing scream that they have never heard before cut through the air and their eardrums. It came from right behind them. When the four opened their eyes, all they saw was a blur of tan fur swiftly run past them and right in front of the advancing wolves. It was canine versus feline. The large mountain lion was growling and hissing at the offending wolves, daring them to go any further. The leader lowered his head, taking the challenge. Before they knew it, they tackled each other, aiming for neck and eyes. The second wolf growled at the cougar that was very obviously winning the fight. Evangaline moved her hand trying to find some kind of broken stick to scare it off before it could attack the large feline. instead she found something sharp. When she pulled it out of the ground, she noticed it was a bare bone - probably a deer's - that had been snapped in half, leaving a pointy edge. Evan clutched it in her hand when she saw the other wolf eyeing the fight, ready to get involved. But the fourteen year old would not let that happen. Evan jumped out from the rock's safety and lunged at the wolf, catching it off guard. It gave a soft yelp when she landed on it, and although she couldn't bring herself to kill the creature she did manage to give it a bad gash over his mussel. Evangeline kept it down, holding on his neck to the ground, and tried to hold its thrashing body with hers. It growled under her, staring at her with wide, seething gray eyes.

Suddenly there was a loud yelp and then a snap.

She looked over, seeing the cougar's paw on the wolf's face, and her mouth sunk into the dog's neck, successfully killing the predator.

In a moment of shock, Evan's grip on the wolf loosened, and he had taken advantage of that by twisting his large hand around and taking a large bite out of her shoulder. Evan screamed bloody murder, falling onto her back, and kicked the dog away, but it was already on his paws. But before he could jump on her and do further damage, the cougar and cut him off by standing in a protecting stance in front of the human girl. She was hissing and growling threateningly, not ever tearing her golden eyes away from the wolf who was bleeding from the nose and mouth. The wolf, now frightened, looked between the cat and the corpse of his brother, and began to step back, giving up. He turned around and high-tailed it out of there.

The hair on the large cat began to relax, and her ears went back to normal. She turned around to see the bleeding human and slowly approached her, sniffing the wound. Evangeline looked at her, both scared and curious. She flinched when she felt the animal brush her sandpapery tongue along the wound, cleaning off the blood. It stung like no other, and Evan should have recoiled away, had she reminded herself of the possible bacteria that could come from it.

Once the wound was some-what cleaned, Evangeline sat up, cautiously raising her good arm and reached out until her hand brushed against the feline's cheek. She gave a soft purr and licked the human's hand, before pausing when she heard a soft mew coming from her home in the small cave. Then, the cougar trotted off back to her kittens that were safely hidden inside, leaving four human children behind, all white-faced but relieved that they were alive.

I know this chapter is pretty short. Though Chapter Eight makes up for it as there is more intereting things that happen in the next chapter. Thanks to those that read until this far! I'll be starting on chapter nine once I get home later today, and hopefully get the chapter done by Wednesday. Because until Thursday to Sunday, I won't be home. Happy Readings xoxox

Queen T. Jack