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Warning for mentions of theft and trying to kill someone. Word count is 774 words. I hope you all enjoy Live to Steal Another Day.
"Will I ever have a normal day?" I asked, jumping on the horse that I had left waiting for me at the edge of the forest.
"Define normal?" my best friend and sidekick, Gideon asked, following my lead and pushing his horse to a trot. "Normal for us, Edgar, is this."
"What would you say that normal for other people was like then?" I asked, huffing as we could hear the approaching hoofs of the sheriff of Godric's Hollow's fast approaching horse. "I mean honestly you'd think it was his money the way he was getting all riled up about it."
"Techniquely…."
"Don't bother with that. We both know that this money belongs to those who are deserving. Like our friends James and Lily. Not to those Muggle killing morons."
"They probably think the same of us," Gideon said, smirking as we pushed our horses faster and faster.
There was a secret spot in the forest that had a cloaking spell on it and once we reached that part of the forest we'd be safe. But for how long? The sheriff of Godric's Hollow had been getting closer and closer to our group of merry people. Which drove us further and further from our home and deeper and deeper into the forest.
"You won't get away with this, Edgar Bones," Peter Pettigrew, the sheriff of Godric's Hollow called out to us. "You either, Gideon Prewett!"
"We're almost there," I said to Gideon, urging both our horses on. "We're almost to the cloaking spell and then we can take a rest."
I could see a grin of triumph cross the sheriff's face. His beady blue eyes shimmer with happiness at something. Then before I knew what was even happening I was tumbling to the ground feet away from the cloaking spell. My horse, who had been a gift from my father for a birthday during my youth and had grown up with me, was lying on the ground with an arrow shaft coming from its stomach.
"It's alright, Tessa," I said, stroking the horse's neck. I could see the light dimming from her eyes and felt a pang of sorrow. She had been a loyal steed and would be sorely missed.
Gideon turned his horse around upon noticing that I was next to him. He was beginning to canter back to me when the sheriff finally reached me. Peter grinned as he jumped the saddle of his own horse.
"Finally," he said, pointy nose in the air with an air of superiority to him, "I can say to Dark Lord with surety that I have caught the infamous, Edgar Bones and his cohort Gideon Prewett. The Dark Lord will shower praises upon me for sure."
"You have caught us yet, foul loathsome traitor," I said, jumping to my feet and pulling my wand at the same time.
I started to back towards Gideon's horse as I kept my wand trained upon the sheriff. I could see the glee in Peter's beady little eyes. The fact that he thought he'd pulled one over on us. I could see Gideon giving the signal to stand down to someone beyond the cloak of security around the camp's perimeter.
"You won't get away with it," Peter said, a laughing note to his voice that matched the look in his eyes. "Not as long as I'm still breathing." He fired a killing curse that I had just enough time to block with a shielding charm.
"Then let's fix that," I said, firing curses and jinxes as I back towards the cloaking spell.
I saw Gideon give a nod to someone and the next thing I know an arrow is whistling through the air towards the sheriff. I watch in shock as it pierces his arm and the sight of his own blood makes him pass out. I can't help but laugh and pick up the coin pouches that had fallen from my belt when I had fallen from my horse.
"Should we check and see if he has anything worth taking on him?" Gideon asked, pointing towards Peter's unconscious body.
"No," I said, allowing myself to be helped up on the horse behind my friend. "Let's live to steal another day, shall we?"
"I'm game for that," Gideon said, smirking. "After all, I promised Fabian I'd bring you home in one piece, didn't I?"
As we rode towards safety and Fabian the Marion to my Robin Hood, Gideon began to hum a familiar tune. I found myself smiling as I sang the last few refrains of the song.
"Oo-de-lally, oo-de-lally, golly, what a day. Oo-de-lally, oo-de-lally, golly what a day."
I hope you all enjoyed Live to Steal Another Day as much as I enjoyed writing it.