Hermoines POV:

We race out of Hogwarts making a quick stop to collect our broomsticks before we leave then we fly off through the night. The other week I was reading a book about a spell which lets your broomstick follow a certain track and right now it sounds like the solution to our problem. Since that blonde man and Cedric were the last people to leave we could easily get our brooms on the right track.

"I'm glad you remembered that spell Hermoine," Harry says " Otherwise we wouldn't be able to find Cedric."

"It's nothing really," I say but I actually don't mind the attention. It's nice when someone acknowledges your wonderful mind.

"Yeah. You rock Hermoine." Ron says. I blush but luckily no one notices in the darkness of the night

"Ok I think we're almost there," I say, pointing at a house hidden in a forest.

We land our brooms about 50 metres from the house. We walk the rest of the way with our broom sticks in our hands being very careful not to make too much noise. We look through the closest window to see the blonde man and Cedric.

"How can that be him? I thought he was just some sort of mixed up spell," Ron says

"I have a feeling that he isn't a clone and that is really Cedric," Harry says.

We turn back to the window to see them walking at an incredible speed out of the door. It looked like two blurs moving really fast. We peek around the corner to see them disappear into the forest. We hop on our broomsticks and follow them staying close to the ground. We follow them deeper and deeper into the forest when suddenly they stop. We quickly get off of our brooms and hide behind a group of trees standing together. They're just standing there very still staring at something I can't see. I move my head to see a heard of deer looking the other way. It looks like they haven't even noticed the two men standing there.

"Just stay very still and when I say go we strike." The strange blonde man whispers.

"Ok Carlisle," Cedric replies just as quietly.

Oh so his name is Carlisle. It's not really a very common name but then again neither is Hermoine.

"3………2……….1…………go," Carlisle says.

They both run at a very fast speed towards the deer. The deer start to go crazy and run in all different directions. Cedric jumps on one of the larger deer and sinks his teeth into it. Carlisle finds a large deer also and sinks his teeth in as well. Harry and Ron gasp. I let out a shocked scream. Immediately Carlisle and Cedric stand up straight leaving the deer on the ground and look towards where the noise had come from. They notice us and stare with their strange eyes.

"Umm. Guys. I think we should leave," Ron says.

"Good idea," Harry and I say as we get on our brooms and fly straight up. The picture is replaying over and over again in my mind and I'm sure the same thing is happening with Harry and Ron. They were acting like animals, they were eating those deer. No they weren't. They were drinking them. As I realise this I can feel my face go pale as I start to feel sick. I lean over the edge of my broomstick and throw up my dinner.

Authors note: Tell me what you think?? Sorry it took me so long to write those two chapters I've just gotten distracted. Oh and By the way my birthday is in a week from now on the 17th of January if you'd like to know. I don't really know why you'd want to know but oh well now you do. Have a happy day!

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