Chapter Two: A Wren's Power
Harry stared blankly after Wren as she turned. She crouched slightly, and leaped, landing some twenty feet ahead. He was in absolute shock. So was everyone else. Wren leaped again, and was in front of Lucius Malfoy, who was maskless.
"Lady Wren, Master requires your return, and if you don't come cooperatively, Master instructed us to take you by force," Malfoy said, pointing his wand at her chest.
"Heh! And go back to eating rats? I don't think so, Malfoy!" snapped Wren.
Mr. Malfoy looked beyond frustrated. "Lady Wren, you must come back to your enclosure, to prepare for the battle. You must recall."
"Malfoy, if I had a dog that had your face, I'd shave its arse and teach it to walk backward!" snapped Wren.
"As you wish. Then we'll have to take you by force. Protego!" Malfoy yelled.
Wren jumped up, and Harry was taken aback, as she jumped at least ten feet on her own accord. But when she landed, she landed lightly. "Really, Malfoy, I would have expected more of a challenge."
"Crucio!" Malfoy yelled, sending a jet of red light at Wren. Again, she jumped up, but as she did, her wand fell from her pocket. None other than Pettigrew hurried over and snatched it up.
"Wren, your wand!" Hermione cried, looking panic-stricken.
"Don't hold your breath, Hermione. Now I can fight my way," Wren said, smirking at Malfoy. "Keep the wretched thing, Pettigrew, it only slows me down, trying to remember silly incantations!"
"Aw, whassamatter, poor wittle baby. You afwaid to go back?" taunted Lestrange, who stood next to Malfoy, her wand out as well.
"Feh! If I ever do go back, it'll be to rip out your guts and put 'em in a bowl, Lestrange," said Wren, who was still smirking. "If you had any sense, you'd all be playing dead right about now. Unless you don't want to play pretend," she added nastily.
"Aw, poor wittle puppy thinks she's going to come get the big bad Bella?" mocked Lestrange.
Wren only smirked. "Well, you're right about one thing, Bellatrix. You are big," she said. Malfoy sent another Cruciatus Curse her way, but she only jumped again. As she came back down, she landed on top of Bellatrix, smirking.
"What are you smiling about, Isaacs? You'll be dead soon," shot Malfoy.
"I was just thinking about what your face would look like when I did this…" Wren took a Galleon from her pocket and flipped it high in the air. Malfoy's eyes followed, giving Wren the perfect chance to…
POW! Wren's clenched knuckles collided squarely with Lucius Malfoy's jaw, and made a sickening crack. He was knocked out by the blow.
"Heh. This was easier than I thought," she said, smirking. "All right. Who's next?"
"Isaacs, go back now and I won't have to harm you," threatened Nott.
"Feh. Yeah, right. You harm me? Personally, Nott, if I were you right now, I'd be running for my life…or something perhaps more valuable to you," Wren said, her eyes quickly shifting up and down the man.
"You wouldn't dare…" started Nott, whose voice was an octave higher.
"Oh, I would. Now, let's see… An arrow would have you pinned by a very delicate part. Or a blade would make a nice clean cut. No, I'd much rather use an arrow. I don't want my blade having hacked that off," Wren said, a manic glint in her eyes. Harry winced as he realized what she was talking about.
"Stupefy!" yelled Nott. Wren hopped up, and easily dodged the spell. She landed gracefully, smirking.
"My turn," she said, and sprang forward twenty feet, arm outstretched. Before Nott could react, she hit him in the side of the head. Nott hit Wren in the face, but she seemed undaunted. Kicking and clawing at him, Wren seemed inhuman. Nott only got a couple more hits in before Wren sent a powerful blow to his head, knocking him unconscious. Wren picked up Malfoy's wand and muttered something. A bow and a bag of arrows appeared in her hand, and she dropped his wand.
Suddenly, Harry felt two hands wrap tightly around his neck, and Harry began struggling and choking for breath. He could tell that Lupin and Sirius were already fighting against his attacker, but he had his arms locked and wasn't going let go.
An arrow grazed just above Harry's head. As it passed, he could even feel the feathers. A loud gasp came from his attacker. Harry managed to look forward, where Wren stood, another arrow already in a taut bow.
"Release him, Pettigrew, or the next one goes through your skull," snarled Wren. The strangling grasp was suddenly gone, and Harry fell from his seat, choking and gasping for breath. Ron and Hermione both hurried over to help him. He looked up and saw Pettigrew running.
"He's going to get away!" wailed Hermione.
"Not in my lifetime," snarled Wren, positioning the bow with one eye closed and her tongue between her teeth. She released the arrow, which sped far across the Great Hall and hit Pettigrew in the leg. With a yelp of pain, he fell.
"Oh, I'm dying!" he wailed pathetically.
"You're not dying, idgiot. The wound isn't fatal. It's just to keep your sorry hide from running away," Wren said shortly.
"Look alive, impudent puppy," growled Malfoy, who had obviously come to. "Filthy Mudblood," he snapped.
Wren turned, but just as she did, Malfoy shot a spell at her. She was blown backward, and fell into Harry and Ron. "Sorry," she heaved, trying to pull herself to her feet. Harry's eyes widened as he saw a deep gash on her front. "Persistent bastard!"
The other (conscious) Death Eaters just watched with widened eyes.
"I tried bringing you back the polite way, I tried it by the forceful way, but now, now I must kill you," snarled Malfoy.
"Feh! Right, like I'd let you kill me," Wren said, dropping her bow and arrows.
"What are you doing, idiot girl?" Malfoy asked, smirking.
"I'd rather kill you with my bare hands."
"Avada Kedavra!"
Wren leaped forward, ending up being within reaching distance of him. Malfoy looked shocked for a moment, and Wren punched him in the face, again knocking him out. Just as she did, she winced, and fell to her knees. Wren grabbed her bow and held herself up with it.
With another series of green flames, the other Death Eaters disappeared, taking with them, the fallen ones.
"Dammit," Wren spat, putting a hand to her bleeding chest and stomach.
Dumbledore got to his feet. "Bed time!"
Harry stared blankly after Wren as she turned. She crouched slightly, and leaped, landing some twenty feet ahead. He was in absolute shock. So was everyone else. Wren leaped again, and was in front of Lucius Malfoy, who was maskless.
"Lady Wren, Master requires your return, and if you don't come cooperatively, Master instructed us to take you by force," Malfoy said, pointing his wand at her chest.
"Heh! And go back to eating rats? I don't think so, Malfoy!" snapped Wren.
Mr. Malfoy looked beyond frustrated. "Lady Wren, you must come back to your enclosure, to prepare for the battle. You must recall."
"Malfoy, if I had a dog that had your face, I'd shave its arse and teach it to walk backward!" snapped Wren.
"As you wish. Then we'll have to take you by force. Protego!" Malfoy yelled.
Wren jumped up, and Harry was taken aback, as she jumped at least ten feet on her own accord. But when she landed, she landed lightly. "Really, Malfoy, I would have expected more of a challenge."
"Crucio!" Malfoy yelled, sending a jet of red light at Wren. Again, she jumped up, but as she did, her wand fell from her pocket. None other than Pettigrew hurried over and snatched it up.
"Wren, your wand!" Hermione cried, looking panic-stricken.
"Don't hold your breath, Hermione. Now I can fight my way," Wren said, smirking at Malfoy. "Keep the wretched thing, Pettigrew, it only slows me down, trying to remember silly incantations!"
"Aw, whassamatter, poor wittle baby. You afwaid to go back?" taunted Lestrange, who stood next to Malfoy, her wand out as well.
"Feh! If I ever do go back, it'll be to rip out your guts and put 'em in a bowl, Lestrange," said Wren, who was still smirking. "If you had any sense, you'd all be playing dead right about now. Unless you don't want to play pretend," she added nastily.
"Aw, poor wittle puppy thinks she's going to come get the big bad Bella?" mocked Lestrange.
Wren only smirked. "Well, you're right about one thing, Bellatrix. You are big," she said. Malfoy sent another Cruciatus Curse her way, but she only jumped again. As she came back down, she landed on top of Bellatrix, smirking.
"What are you smiling about, Isaacs? You'll be dead soon," shot Malfoy.
"I was just thinking about what your face would look like when I did this…" Wren took a Galleon from her pocket and flipped it high in the air. Malfoy's eyes followed, giving Wren the perfect chance to…
POW! Wren's clenched knuckles collided squarely with Lucius Malfoy's jaw, and made a sickening crack. He was knocked out by the blow.
"Heh. This was easier than I thought," she said, smirking. "All right. Who's next?"
"Isaacs, go back now and I won't have to harm you," threatened Nott.
"Feh. Yeah, right. You harm me? Personally, Nott, if I were you right now, I'd be running for my life…or something perhaps more valuable to you," Wren said, her eyes quickly shifting up and down the man.
"You wouldn't dare…" started Nott, whose voice was an octave higher.
"Oh, I would. Now, let's see… An arrow would have you pinned by a very delicate part. Or a blade would make a nice clean cut. No, I'd much rather use an arrow. I don't want my blade having hacked that off," Wren said, a manic glint in her eyes. Harry winced as he realized what she was talking about.
"Stupefy!" yelled Nott. Wren hopped up, and easily dodged the spell. She landed gracefully, smirking.
"My turn," she said, and sprang forward twenty feet, arm outstretched. Before Nott could react, she hit him in the side of the head. Nott hit Wren in the face, but she seemed undaunted. Kicking and clawing at him, Wren seemed inhuman. Nott only got a couple more hits in before Wren sent a powerful blow to his head, knocking him unconscious. Wren picked up Malfoy's wand and muttered something. A bow and a bag of arrows appeared in her hand, and she dropped his wand.
Suddenly, Harry felt two hands wrap tightly around his neck, and Harry began struggling and choking for breath. He could tell that Lupin and Sirius were already fighting against his attacker, but he had his arms locked and wasn't going let go.
An arrow grazed just above Harry's head. As it passed, he could even feel the feathers. A loud gasp came from his attacker. Harry managed to look forward, where Wren stood, another arrow already in a taut bow.
"Release him, Pettigrew, or the next one goes through your skull," snarled Wren. The strangling grasp was suddenly gone, and Harry fell from his seat, choking and gasping for breath. Ron and Hermione both hurried over to help him. He looked up and saw Pettigrew running.
"He's going to get away!" wailed Hermione.
"Not in my lifetime," snarled Wren, positioning the bow with one eye closed and her tongue between her teeth. She released the arrow, which sped far across the Great Hall and hit Pettigrew in the leg. With a yelp of pain, he fell.
"Oh, I'm dying!" he wailed pathetically.
"You're not dying, idgiot. The wound isn't fatal. It's just to keep your sorry hide from running away," Wren said shortly.
"Look alive, impudent puppy," growled Malfoy, who had obviously come to. "Filthy Mudblood," he snapped.
Wren turned, but just as she did, Malfoy shot a spell at her. She was blown backward, and fell into Harry and Ron. "Sorry," she heaved, trying to pull herself to her feet. Harry's eyes widened as he saw a deep gash on her front. "Persistent bastard!"
The other (conscious) Death Eaters just watched with widened eyes.
"I tried bringing you back the polite way, I tried it by the forceful way, but now, now I must kill you," snarled Malfoy.
"Feh! Right, like I'd let you kill me," Wren said, dropping her bow and arrows.
"What are you doing, idiot girl?" Malfoy asked, smirking.
"I'd rather kill you with my bare hands."
"Avada Kedavra!"
Wren leaped forward, ending up being within reaching distance of him. Malfoy looked shocked for a moment, and Wren punched him in the face, again knocking him out. Just as she did, she winced, and fell to her knees. Wren grabbed her bow and held herself up with it.
With another series of green flames, the other Death Eaters disappeared, taking with them, the fallen ones.
"Dammit," Wren spat, putting a hand to her bleeding chest and stomach.
Dumbledore got to his feet. "Bed time!"