Author's Note: Well it's finally here! Chapter Three is up and running, and hopefully grammatically and linguistically correct thanks to my beta readers pyro_spam and harry's tulip. If you like Sirius Black stories I highly suggest "The Trial of Sirius Black" or something like that. It's a great story, Rachael might have been on the borderline of being too Mary Suey but other then that, it was phenomenal. Again, I do not own any of the characters or settings etc. They all belong to JK Rowling. There are you happy? Sheesh you take out all the fun of writing fan fiction! LoL! Please read and review!





Arabella sat up, screamed and started to run in roughly 0.0036412 seconds (more or less). Funny how fast one moves when met by a snarling, yellow- eyed werewolf. Limbs and roots seemed to reach out and grab at her and her robes were quickly torn and snagged. She was hurdling over root after root trying desperately to keep herself upright. But one fateful missed step sent her plummeting to the ground. Her head hit a hard root that left her disorientated for a moment.

The werewolf galloped towards her his mouth dripping white foam. She tried getting up but the roots had grabbed hold of her feet and she just fell right back down. She tried reaching for her wand but the willow's limbs soon grabbed hold of her arms. The tree then pulled her so she was sprawled on her back. Her breath was ragged and the wind stabbed at her through the holes of her robes. She heard the steady beat of the werewolf's paws and it's raspy growl. She craned her neck to see where he was but could only see a jungle of tree limbs and roots.

The pounce came suddenly to her, knocking the wind out of her chest. It's claws, four inches long sank into her stomach and she cried out in pain. She could feel it's hot smelly breath on her face and shut her eyes not wanting to see the initial bite. With eyes clinched she held her breath in anticipation. But it never came.

At that moment she could hear it ring out a hideous howl and detected a growl of another. Oh great, two of them, maybe I'll be dinner for their cubs thought Arabella. Curiosity got the best of her and she opened her eyes to witness the scene. She attempted to lift her head again but once more could see nothing but intertwined roots and limbs. She could hear growls and whines but could not differentiate between beasts.

Just as she was thinking that it couldn't get any more bizarre, it did. She saw

some type of creature arch over her and head it gallop towards where the other two were fighting. It was white like a unicorn but it had the antlers of a deer. White, antlers, white, antlers she repeated to herself. Care of Magical Creatures was never her forte.

Her thoughts were interrupted when her ears told her that the noises were getting louder. The vibration in the ground was increasing and the three beasts were coming straight towards her. The first gray wolf was wedged in between the white animal with antlers and the black wolf. But they didn't stop at her but jumped over her and continued running towards the base of the tree. She looked at where they were heading and saw a large black tunnel big enough to for her to fit through at the foot of the giant willow. The gray werewolf went in but the hole had miraculously closed before the other two could go through.

The other two beasts were looking back at each other and then at her as if wondering what to do. But the limbs and roots started to move towards them and that seemed to make up their mind. They dashed over her and away from the reach of the tree. The willow decided to feast on her instead and limbs and roots from every directions dove towards her, poking and wrapping itself around her. It squeezed her making it hard to breathe and she felt herself drifting off. Her energy and strength was slowly being sapped out of her. Her eyes burned and her vision blurred and her ears went deaf. Just as everything was beginning to go dark her once impaired vision and hearing flooded back and her senses were overwhelmed with sight and sound. She felt like icy cold water was splashed on her and she was gasping for air. She felt the limbs and the roots recoil and she attempted to get up but her legs were too numb and weakened to support her weight and she fell on all fours. She began to crawl when something tugged on the hem of her robe. She glanced behind her to see the black wolf with her wand in his mouth.