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Bloody Kitsune: Almost done first year. Wow, it feels like forever since I started this story, but I'm only on first year.

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Forbidden forest

"Why am I even out here?" Pansy complained for the nth time in the last thirty minutes, "And why do I have to walk the damn mutt?"

It was taking all of Calla's patience, which wasn't as infinite as Hagrid seemed to believe when he paired her with Pansy, to not put her training to use. What she wouldn't give to be able to use the silencing spell, but no, she had to wait until fifth year to learn it. She was so tempted to tie the inbred twit to a tree and leave her there. Night Terrors wasn't helping since he kept giving her new ideas about whys to make the girl shut up which were getting more violent by the minutes. She cut Pansy off, "Why did you have to get any of us into trouble? You could've left well enough alone."

"Because you're taking my Drakey-poo away!" Pansy screeched at her, "He doesn't need to be around a hussy like you,"

Calla stared at Pansy in shock before she burst out laughing at the sheer stupidity of the twit. When she finally managed to calm herself, she shook her head, "You're even more of an inbred hick then I thought. It makes me glad Draco's mom's actually forcing his father to look for a proper spouse outside of England for him," Pansy flushed angerly, "I'm not taking 'Drakey-poo' away. You've already done that by acting like a spoiled little cunt nugget," Night Terrors let out a snort, "Besides, I have no interest in Draco whatsoever save for as a friend. Besides, we're only 11. How in the world am I a hussy?"

Pansy's angry flush only got brighter making Calla wonder if by taking off the twits head, would her blood fly out of her throat like a fountain? She quickly caught the first coming at her face as Pansy snarled, "I'm going to teach you a lesson you littl-"

Pansy let out a cry of pain as Calla squeezed down on Pansy's wrist in a way that Candy Cane had showed her. She didn't use enough pressure to snap the girl's wrist or sprain it. She only used enough force to make it hurt. Pulling Pansy towards her, she twisted the girl's arm behind her back and sent her to her knees while pressing a knee into the pureblood twit's back making Pansy cry out. Bending down, she said, "You will listen and listen good otherwise I'm going to snap your arm," She felt Night Terrors tighten his grip of her waist while he caught Fang's lead before the boar hound could run off, "For the rest of this year, you will do your best to avoid us. If you can't, you will be on your best behavior like the spoiled little pureblood bitch you were trained to be. Am I clear?" Pansy let out a whimper and she put a bit more pressure on the twit's wrist causing the the girl to cry out, "I asked, Am I clear?"

"Yes," Pansy whimpered and Calla eased up her grip.

"Following that, you will also stop annoying Draco so badly. Is that clear?" Calla glared down at the girl.

"Crystal," Pansy swallowed only to cry out when Calla tightened her grip a bit more.

"Adding on, you will not speak of this. If anyone asks, you got the bruises from falling down or whatever's attacking the unicorns," Calla told the girl earning a nod, "Good!" She released Pansy's wrist and moved away from the girl as she took Fang's lead from Night Terrors, "Now, we should continue going. Do try not to be too loud. Otherwise we might attract either whatevers attacking the unicorns or something worse,"

Pansy sniffled and began crying as she stumbled to her feet. Calla tossed the twit Fang's lead and Pansy fumbled with it before catching the braided leather. With that done, they continued moving with her wondering what had just happened. She reached up to her forehead as she felt the beginnings of a headache beginning to form. Night Terrors spoke as they walked, "That was interesting."

'I don't know what happened,' Calla tapped out on Night Terrors' tail, 'I felt kind of cold when she tried to punch me. It felt like it wasn't me that I was doing it, but it felt like I was too,'

"I do not know what is going on, but I suppose only time will tell," Night Terrors placed a hand on her head, "Don't worry about it, Doll,"

Tears began forming in Calla's eyes as the trail of silvery blood increased, the blood splatters were larger and large. She felt a little sick to her stomach at the feeling of terror filled energy coming from the spilt blood. Unicorns were too pure for anyone to kill and no Pasta outside of those loyal to Slenderman's opposite would dare hurt one. As they continued to follow the bloody trail, Night Terrors' tail got tighter around her waist. It help ground her and remind her that she wasn't alone. When they finally found the source of the blood trail, bile filled her throat as horrified awe ran through her.

The unicorn was a sight of tragic beauty laying in the center of the clearing. A mane the color of starlight spread across the grass mixing with silvery blood alongside a similarly colored tail. Its powerful legs were bent at odd angles as its golden hooves drooped towards the ground. The unicorn's horn lay against the ground with cracks running through it. The worst part of it all was the scent coming from the clearing. The scent of fallen leaves and crisp winter wind mixing with the dying scent of spring.

The most horrifying sight of all was the cloaked figure ghosting across the clearing towards the unicorn. A screech sounded from beside her as Pansy stumbled back drawing the wraith-like figures attention to them. Pansy took off running with Fang and their lanter as Night Terrors let out a low growl of anger. The wraith-like figure began to stalk towards them as her head began to hurt like it did during Defense. As it got closer, her scar began to feel like someone was stabbing with a hot fire-poker causing her to stumble back against Night Terrors. The demonic entity looked down at her with concern and she whispered, "My scar. It hurts."

Night Terrors' eyes widen before narrowing. He growled out, "Stay here. I will take care of that creature."

Calla nodded slowly as Night Terrors unwound his tail from her waist and summoned Candy Pop's hammer to him. The wraith-like figure stumbled back as Night Terrors stepped into the clearing and glared at whoever they were. She wondered if it was Quirrell which would make a lot of sense before focusing as Night Terrors darted towards the creature. It tried to get close to the unicorn, but Night Terrors kept it away. Night Terrors sent the creature running and chased after it. As soon as her head stopped feeling like it would split apart, she finally noticed something about the unicorn. When a being dies, it stopped emanating the energy that its body once produced and started emanating what she had begun to call death energy.

The unicorn was still emanating its pure energy which meant it was still alive. Calla stumbled to her feet while wondering when she had sat down before rushing over to the unicorn. Its eyes which were closed opened revealing deep chocolate pools that stared at her as she dropped to her knees beside it. She spoke while reaching for her pendant to call Night Terrors back, "Easy. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm going to try and save you."

Night Terrors returned with a growl, "Why did-Doll, I told you to stay-"

"The unicorn," Calla cut him off as she carefully laid her hands on the dying unicorns side and began trying to press her magic into its wounds willing them to heal, "It's still alive. We have a chance to save it. Please help me, Night. Please,"

Night Terrors was silent for a few minutes before he bent down behind her and placed his hands over hers, "It may still die."

"I know," Calla didn't care right now, "But there is a chance we can save it,"

"Let my energy guide yours," Night Terrors told her earning a nod and she felt his energy surround hers, "Imagine it being whole once more,"

Calla's eyes slipped closed and she tried to picture the unicorn whole. She pictured it laying in the clearing with its legs underneath it and its side healed. She imagined its legs healed. She kept up that image in her mind as all her energy began to follow Night Terrors guidance. Even her usually untouchable Creep energy that she got from her father was obeying Night Terrors.

It seemed like hours passed before Night Terrors withdrew his energy and hers followed. She felt exhausted as she slowly opened her eyes and leaned against Night Terrors. He carefully picked her up and moved away from the unicorn which looked less like a tragic beauty. Its wounds were healed and its legs had returned to normal. The unicorn slowly began to stir and she watched with quiet awe as more unicorns entered the clearing. One of them, a large unicorn with a coat of obsidian fur and eyes the color of moonlight, strode towards the unicorn laying in the center of the clearing. It bent down its head and touched the other unicorns side which was covered in scars. It whinied and the one on the ground let out a weak one. The black unicorn turned its gaze on them and she felt her breath still in her chest as a whispery male voice spoke, "Child of the toymaker, Dark Dreamer, you have saved one of my kin. Why?"

"Calla wished to save her and the Slenderman decreed that no unicorn should fall if one of us is around," Night Terrors answered earning a low huffing sound from the black unicorn as the one on the ground began to rise up slowly.

"You have my thanks then," The black unicorn looked at Calla and she noted that it was radiating curiosity, "Why did you wish to save her, Child?"

Calla looked at him in confusion even as she struggled to keep her eyes open, "A unicorn dying isn't a nice sight. I didn't want her to die, so I tried my best to save her."

"Perhaps the spirits are wrong about you," The black unicorn stamped his hoof on the ground, "Thank you, Child. You save one that could have been lost and I thank you for that. Is there anything you wish?"

Calla shook her head, "I didn't do it 'cause I wanted somethin'. I did it 'cause I had ta."

The black unicorn let out a what would have been a laugh if horses could produce that kind of sound, "Not yet tainted. We will be watching her, Dark Dreamer," Calla's eyes felt heavy as did her whole body, "Watch over her. The demon will attempt to take her the moment he discovers her,"

"He will not succeed. I refuse to allow it," Night Terrors growled as he tightened his hold on her.

The black unicorn bobbed his head before turning to the unicorn on the ground and whinied. The one on the ground slowly got to her feet and the herd of unicorns took their leave. With slowly closing eyes, she watched the sight and murmured, "Pretty."

"Indeed they are," Night Terrors looked down at her in concern, "How are you feeling, Doll?"

"Tired," She laid her head on his shoulder.

"Rest, Doll. I will get us back to the school," Night Terrors rumbled and Calla stopped fighting the urge to sleep.

Night Terrors was relieved when Calla fell asleep, but that relief fell away as he looked back at the bloody clearing. Tonight had been an odd night. It had been the first time he'd healed anyone outside of his sister, Jay, Lily, or the child in his arms in a very long time. But that didn't bother him too much, what bothered him were the events before then. Candy Pop spoke up, "Calla isn't normally that violent even when she gets angry."

'Do you think it might have to do with her breakdown?' Night Terrors asked earning a mental shrug.

"I can't say though it would make sense," Candy Pop frowned as he radiated worry, "She isn't going to snap is she?"

'It'll take more than an immature brat taking a swing at her to make the doll snap even with the fact she's still mentally healing from the breakdown,' Night Terrors scoffed lightly, 'We will need to tell Jay what happened tonight,'

"Yeah. He's definitely not going to be happy," Candy Pop muttered.

'You do have to admit that the Doll was adorable putting the twit into her place,' Night Terrors' tail wagged slightly as he remembered that sight, 'I can't wait to see what she's like when she's older,'

Candy Pop growled at him, "We are not discussing that again," The incubus frowned, "But that wraith. We couldn't catch it."

Which was quite frankly disturbing considering all the facts. Based on what they'd been able to find out from spying on the teachers and observing their dreams, the wraith, Quirrell he was fairly sure, shouldn't have been able to evade them. The man's body was deteriorating from the wraith of the dark idiot hitching a ride in his body. Is the wraith able to boost its host's body? If so, they would need to figure out a plan and quick. Whatever move the man was planning to make, he would make it before school ended which is barely two weeks and a smattering of days away.

When Calla woke up, she began to wonder if waking up in an infirmary was going to be a regular thing. If so, she didn't think her father would be very happy about it. She slowly sat feeling weak and heard, "Finally awake, Little One?"

"Poppy?" Calla looked at him in confusion, "Why am I in the Hogwarts infirmary?"

"After you passed out and we took you to where Hagrid was standing outside the forest with your friends attempting to organize a rescue mission after the brat left you alone, Hagrid freaked and sending you the infirmary was the only way to make sure he calmed down," Candy Pop explained as he picked up a glass of water and had her drink some of it which immediately made her dry throat feel better, "You've been unconscious due to magical exhaustion for a few days,"

"So that's why I feel tired," Calla murmured softly before asking, "So we did save the unicorn?"

"Yes," Candy Pop nodded lightly.

"Good," Calla relaxed against the pillows, "I was worried," She glanced at him, "Did you tell Papa?"

"Yes," Candy Pop smiled at her, "He's both extremely proud of you and annoyed at Night for not ensuring that you didn't become magically exhausted,"

Calla smiled at that before frowning, "What's the story that you told everyone?"

"As your guard, I decided to follow after you in order to protect you while in the forest if you had any need of me," Candy Pop explained earning a slow nod, "I explained that whatever was attacking the unicorns attempting to attack you and I faced it while you somehow managed to heal the unicorn with a burst of accidental magic. The only one that wasn't really believing that story was Dumbledore, but no one really cares about his opinion,"

Calla laughed at the last part, "So how long will I be stuck in here? I do have to take the exams."

"Now that you've woken up, I'm fairly sure you'll be allowed out by tomorrow morning," Candy Pop suddenly hugged her, "I am very proud of you, Little One. Healing a unicorn so close to death even with some help from Night is no easy feat,"

Calla flushed and hugged Candy Pop back feeling happy that she'd made him proud.

"So you really healed a unicorn?" Vivian asked once Calla was back in their dorm room and they were alone.

Calla picked up Shukaku and sat down on her bed as she replied, "Yes though Night Terrors helped to. I also got to meet a black unicorn...or maybe that was a hallucination."

"Either way, that's kind of awesome," Vivian grinned as she pull off her robe and tossed it onto her trunk, "I didn't think we could heal anyone,"

"I think we can or at least, those that have some ability to do it," Calla shrugged lightly as she laid back against her pillows and began playing with Shukaku, "To be honest, I'm just thankful I didn't have to see a unicorn die. That..." She trailed off remembering the scene that she'd come across and shivered, "It's horrifically beautiful. I wanted to puke,"

Vivian sat down next to her with Johnny, "You know something, Calla?" Calla hummed lightly, "You aren't what anyone would expect you to be," Calla looked at her in confusion, "You were raised by killers and demons, but you healed a unicorn. That isn't something anyone would expect someone raised like you would do, you know?"

"I guess," Calla shrugged as she dragged a piece of ribbon across her bed which both Jonny and Shukaku were attempting to pounce on, "But it doesn't really matter what other people think so long as I'm happy, right?"

"True enough," Vivian patted Calla on the shoulder, "So ready to start Hermione's study schedule,"

"No," Hermione really needed to take a chill pill or something.