SORRY: HAVING TO MANUALLY CHANGE ITALICS due to FF Chapter 2

I watch as the Veela gracefully climbs up the scree slope towards me. The sunlight reflecting off his silver hair. I was slowly out to meet him. Emerald met Silver in silent greeting. Before We both turned and walked back to the cave that had became our home. After it ha happened they had scoured all of Britain and Europe in an attempt to find them, but never had they guessed that we were so close to them.

A sudden flash and in my minds eye I saw them, the anger in their faces, the hate, the implacable loathing.

I stagger back, an arm catches and steadies me and I turn to face the Veela, another unspoken sentence and we carry on back up the scree path leading to the cave.

--

The night air was as cold as ice as I slowly glided through the countryside, looking for my next meal. The bitter cold meant the farmers locked their cattle in their barns, making it a tad bit harder for one to get a decent meal. Silver had already eaten earlier that day, so he slept back in the cave. Below me I spot a small ramshackle building surrounded by what looked like bundles of hay. A smile creeps to my lips as I slowly descend. My bare feet touch the frost-covered ground but I feel no pain at the biting cold, another perk to being what I am. I slowly creep towards the barn door; stealth is the key to this. I slowly slide off the latch on the door and slink in.

It is dark, but my vision alters so I can see clearly the outlines of the sleeping cattle, I slowly creep up to one of the beasts and sink my now elongated fangs into it's pulsing jugular. The creature spasms before going still and I am left to feed in peace.

--

The sound of voices reaches my ears, I am suddenly alert cursing myself for the need to rest, it was rare that a creature such as my self actually fully slept but sometime sit is necessary to rest to allow the body to assimilate to the blood that now filled my veins, it really sucks not having a giant organ-pump that did the job for you.

Silver is also awake, his back rigid and his eyes wild as he stares at me in desperation. He knows what will happen if they find him, a Veela is a prize worthy of kings, I remember back in my mortal years seeing several auctioned off during a trip to Diagon alley.

Just thinking the name sent imaginary shivers through my spine. A vampire knows fear, but not to the extent to produce bodily reactions to such a trivial emotion. Few have ever experienced true fear, not even myself.

The voices are getting closer. Silver is getting even more frightened with every second. I recognize the accent of the voice as English, and luckily the English vary rarely venture this deep into the land of the Scots, though obviously me and my fellow wizards had once gone to Hogwarts there, no English man would ever venture too deep into the highlands without purpose.

We were in luck. The only people who ever ventured up here that would know of the location of the cave were the Scottish farmers who only came when a sheep ran off or something and I recalled the various close instances that nearly led to our discovery.

"Harry…" the voice was nearly an inaudible whisper, and that was with my extraordinary hearing.

I slowly place my hand on his arm as a silent comfort before slowly creeping up to the mouth of the cave.

I began to inch my head around the rim of the mouth and saw the group of people outside, they were dressed in muggle clothes and I relax. I slowly pushed out with my mind and as one the group of men slowly turned and looked down the hill.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!" I swore and pulled my head back behind the rim.

We had been found!

"DAVE WATCH OUT!"

"What?"

"There's something in the cave there!"

I ran back to petrified Silver and with a simply inhuman speed slung him over my shoulder.

"Hold on tight"

I flew out of the cave and arched towards the sky, from below I heard the pounding of a gun, a quick look down confirmed my suspicions as I saw one of the men aiming an old double-barrelled shotgun.

I swore as another twin noises sounded and I felt a shell clip my leg. I cursed as I began to loose control and wished that my speed could be used while in mid-air.

Below me I spot a small rotting shack. I slowly begin to glide downwards towards it.

--

I laid Silvers body down on a small rotting piece of timber that had maybe once been a desk. He had long since departed from the realm of the waking and I was left alone to contemplate my course of action.

We had been seen. The next day, Aurors and hit-wizards would be crawling all over the mountainside. The description that the muggles would give was a creature that could move with super speed and fly. It would not be safe for them to stay in the area.

I sighed and watched Silver's sleeping form. Where could we hide?

The forest

My brain was suddenly alert as I searched for the new voice, spotting nothing I realised the voice must have been my conscience.

Forest?

You know which one I mean

I swore never to go back to that place!

It is the only place they will never dare to look… the castle yes but the forest…

The voice left the proposition open. Was it safe to trust such a strange voice in my head?

Who are you?

I am you, you are me. Bound together are we, for all eternity.

I smiled at the bad poetry.

Something funny?

I never knew I was so good at poetry