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Harry Potter Goes to Redwall Chapter 3
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"Who are you?" asked the squirrel angrily, "and what are you doing in Mossflower?"
"Mossflower, that's where Malfoy said we were," noted Ginny to herself, with a slight smile.
"We're new here," said Harry, the natural leader. "I'm Harry, those two squirrels are Ron and Ginny," for a moment he paused, still unnerved by the fact that they were animals, "the mouse is Neville and the otter is Hermione. Who are you?" he demanded in return.
"Lady Amber, leader of the Mossflower Squirrels," she replied in a much more polite manner, having taken a better look at the small group.
"They can't be more than ten seasons old," said a lithe squirrel to his leader, raising his eyebrows. "Perhaps we should take them to Brockhall."
Amber looked at him for a moment, and then turned back to the group. "Very well. Please follow me."
"Where are we going?" asked Ron.
"Brockhall, home of Badgers."
"Is there any food?" he asked, curiously. To his surprise the squirrels groaned.
"I hope so, if those gluttonous hares haven't eaten it all yet. Let's go!"
The strange group of creatures walked through the trees, down a beaten track. Through the branches, they could hear the sounds of the work at the quarry Malfoy had mentioned.
"What's that sound?" queried Hermione, looking at Amber, but she did not reply.
"Squirrels, get the other three up into the trees, quick! Someone's coming!"
Ron and Ginny helped the lithe male to haul Hermione up, as Amber lifted Neville by herself. It took seven strong males and females to lift Harry into the trees. Neville held tightly to a branch with his eyes closed, thinking.
The sounds of creatures shouting loudly echoed through the trees.
"Yer trespassin' on our land, vermin!" said a nautical voice.
"What is up with you? Cats aren't vermin, they hunt them!" came the obvious voice of Draco Malfoy. The five relaxed, although Neville was still thinking, muttering the name of 'Mossflower' to himself.
"Let him go! He's not gonna hurt you!" said the unusually harsh voice of Luna.
"An' as fer you! A cat an' a mouse, friends?" said the nautical voice again. A group of otters strolled into the clearing, dragging a tied up Draco along with them and holding Luna's arms tightly. Harry, who had been standing carefully on a low branch, leapt heavily to the ground.
"Release them, otter," he said commandingly. The obvious leader spun around. He was wearing a cap at a jaunty angle, but his face was set as if in stone. He stepped back slightly when he saw him.
"Yeah, let them go," said two voices at once - Ron and Ginny - who had climbed back to the ground.
"I'd advise you to do as they say, Skip," said Lady Amber from the tree. The otter looked up at her, and sighed.
"Alright mates, let 'em go."
Two strong-looking otters untied the ropes from Draco, and then scrambled back to get away from the vicious sweep of his paw. Luna was released; her eyes were not vague but full of a mad light. She moved quickly over to Draco and held up her paws in a fighting position.
"We ain't gonna hurt ye," said Skipper in what he thought was a soothing tone. Luna glared at him angrily, her face set.
"Luna, it's alright," said Harry, raising up both his forepaws to calm her. She looked at him suspiciously, before lowering her own. However, she still eyed Skipper warily.
"Look, I thought he was dangerous, okay?" said the otter. "I'm Skipper of Otters, but ye can call me Skip."
"I'm Neville the Wanderer," said Neville suddenly, dropping to the ground. He walked forward, his paw outstretched. "These are my friends. We do not have a home, but travel around. Ron and Ginny are brother and sister. We found Draco when he was just a kitten, lying injured in a ditch. We were young too, of course, but Harry said we should look after him, so we did."
Skipper, looking rather surprised at this revelation, shook hands with the young mouse. He did not notice the looks on the faces of the other six, who were trying to come to terms with what their friend had said. They were attempting to look familiar and uncaring about Neville's story, which they didn't manage very well, being unfamiliar with animal faces.
Amber frowned at them, but Draco spoke up. "Actually, it's been kind of strange. We're all orphans, you see, from the Southlands and further North. When Neville found me he was with another lot, but I stuck with him. Okay, Harry was with us, but we found Ron and Ginny in the marshlands, and Hermione was…"
Amber held up her hand, smiling sympathetically at them. None noticed the surprised look on Neville's face except Draco.
"Very well, onward to Brockhall!"
"Where?" asked Luna, still looking fierce.
"Home of the badgers," said Ginny, remembering what Amber had said.
The gang of otters, squirrels, one cat, two mice and one young badger set off down the winding trail through the woods.
Harry Potter Goes to Redwall Chapter 3
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"Who are you?" asked the squirrel angrily, "and what are you doing in Mossflower?"
"Mossflower, that's where Malfoy said we were," noted Ginny to herself, with a slight smile.
"We're new here," said Harry, the natural leader. "I'm Harry, those two squirrels are Ron and Ginny," for a moment he paused, still unnerved by the fact that they were animals, "the mouse is Neville and the otter is Hermione. Who are you?" he demanded in return.
"Lady Amber, leader of the Mossflower Squirrels," she replied in a much more polite manner, having taken a better look at the small group.
"They can't be more than ten seasons old," said a lithe squirrel to his leader, raising his eyebrows. "Perhaps we should take them to Brockhall."
Amber looked at him for a moment, and then turned back to the group. "Very well. Please follow me."
"Where are we going?" asked Ron.
"Brockhall, home of Badgers."
"Is there any food?" he asked, curiously. To his surprise the squirrels groaned.
"I hope so, if those gluttonous hares haven't eaten it all yet. Let's go!"
The strange group of creatures walked through the trees, down a beaten track. Through the branches, they could hear the sounds of the work at the quarry Malfoy had mentioned.
"What's that sound?" queried Hermione, looking at Amber, but she did not reply.
"Squirrels, get the other three up into the trees, quick! Someone's coming!"
Ron and Ginny helped the lithe male to haul Hermione up, as Amber lifted Neville by herself. It took seven strong males and females to lift Harry into the trees. Neville held tightly to a branch with his eyes closed, thinking.
The sounds of creatures shouting loudly echoed through the trees.
"Yer trespassin' on our land, vermin!" said a nautical voice.
"What is up with you? Cats aren't vermin, they hunt them!" came the obvious voice of Draco Malfoy. The five relaxed, although Neville was still thinking, muttering the name of 'Mossflower' to himself.
"Let him go! He's not gonna hurt you!" said the unusually harsh voice of Luna.
"An' as fer you! A cat an' a mouse, friends?" said the nautical voice again. A group of otters strolled into the clearing, dragging a tied up Draco along with them and holding Luna's arms tightly. Harry, who had been standing carefully on a low branch, leapt heavily to the ground.
"Release them, otter," he said commandingly. The obvious leader spun around. He was wearing a cap at a jaunty angle, but his face was set as if in stone. He stepped back slightly when he saw him.
"Yeah, let them go," said two voices at once - Ron and Ginny - who had climbed back to the ground.
"I'd advise you to do as they say, Skip," said Lady Amber from the tree. The otter looked up at her, and sighed.
"Alright mates, let 'em go."
Two strong-looking otters untied the ropes from Draco, and then scrambled back to get away from the vicious sweep of his paw. Luna was released; her eyes were not vague but full of a mad light. She moved quickly over to Draco and held up her paws in a fighting position.
"We ain't gonna hurt ye," said Skipper in what he thought was a soothing tone. Luna glared at him angrily, her face set.
"Luna, it's alright," said Harry, raising up both his forepaws to calm her. She looked at him suspiciously, before lowering her own. However, she still eyed Skipper warily.
"Look, I thought he was dangerous, okay?" said the otter. "I'm Skipper of Otters, but ye can call me Skip."
"I'm Neville the Wanderer," said Neville suddenly, dropping to the ground. He walked forward, his paw outstretched. "These are my friends. We do not have a home, but travel around. Ron and Ginny are brother and sister. We found Draco when he was just a kitten, lying injured in a ditch. We were young too, of course, but Harry said we should look after him, so we did."
Skipper, looking rather surprised at this revelation, shook hands with the young mouse. He did not notice the looks on the faces of the other six, who were trying to come to terms with what their friend had said. They were attempting to look familiar and uncaring about Neville's story, which they didn't manage very well, being unfamiliar with animal faces.
Amber frowned at them, but Draco spoke up. "Actually, it's been kind of strange. We're all orphans, you see, from the Southlands and further North. When Neville found me he was with another lot, but I stuck with him. Okay, Harry was with us, but we found Ron and Ginny in the marshlands, and Hermione was…"
Amber held up her hand, smiling sympathetically at them. None noticed the surprised look on Neville's face except Draco.
"Very well, onward to Brockhall!"
"Where?" asked Luna, still looking fierce.
"Home of the badgers," said Ginny, remembering what Amber had said.
The gang of otters, squirrels, one cat, two mice and one young badger set off down the winding trail through the woods.
