Chapter Nine
Well, not so much as startled but pleasantly surprise.
"Elizabeth?" John exclaimed, embracing her quickly before feeling some embarrassment and quickly let go. "I mean, thanks for…you know…helping us."
"You can thank me later," she urged, grabbing his hand. "There's another way to get up here, and the rest will find it any minute now, so let's get going." She pulled him away from the cliff and further into the forest. John grabbed Frito as they rushed past.
"Why'd you help us?" John asked her, breathing heavily as they darted through the trees. "I mean, I thought you liked George, why would you help us escape?"
She glared at him for a second, before explaining. "I love George like a father, so don't get any ideas that I'm doing this because I hate him or any of the group back there. They're like my family."
"Then, why help us?"
She slowed down to a speed walk. "It's complicated. I guess, it's because I believe you're innocent. I have no reason to think any different. The rest of them, back there. They think you're a spy, but I don't know why they can't believe that you're one of the heroes…"
John slowed down too. "Heroes?" John asked. "What do you mean, heroes?"
Elizabeth sped up again, and John hurried after her. "The heroes that are going to save us all…" she told him, quietly. "You, your house elf and two others…"
John stared at her in amazement. "Why do you think I'd be that hero?" He stopped walking, and just stood there, looking at her.
She turned to him but didn't say anything.
"Lizabeth?" John questioned.
She took a deep breath. "The prophecy, John. Back in the states, there was a prophecy written on a cave wall. It said that a darkness would fall upon the world, unless a man garbed in a hood and flanked by an elf, along with a canine lady and a Knight from another world would rise to stop it… I know, it's pretty far-fetched sounding." She smiled at him. "But you seem to match that description."
"It's not that far-fetched." John said, smiling back at her. "It's actually more accurate than you may believe." His thoughts lingered back to Hogsmeade for a moment, and he felt a sudden pang of sickness. Was it home-sickness? He wasn't sure.
He wondered where Sam and GileS where at that moment, and if they were planning on rescuing him or if they even noticed he was gone.