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from Rambles with a Magical Flare

Greyback's Revenge

I was about five whenever it happened.

My father had had an argument with a man called Greyback earlier that week. I couldn't get the picture of this man out of my head…his long yellowing fingernails…his sharp, elongated teeth…his blood-stained clothes…

I was playing in the backyard, blissfully unaware of what was lurking in the grass as I chased the fireflies that lit up the darkening field as stars to the midnight sky. The moon arose and I heard the screams of a man in pain, but thought nothing of it. My mother heard the shrieks and recognized them as the monthly, ominous danger. She called for me, but I was too far in the field to hear her. She ran out into the field.

Then it leaped for its prey.

It resembled a colossal dog, hunger flickering in its eyes as it saw me running….I was fleeing from its bloodstained jaws….It grabbed my right leg, I felt a sharp jolt though me and heard a snap. I fell and screamed and thrashed and kicked and grabbed at the ground…none of it worked. Grass being pulled from out of my tiny fingers' grasp. A shock of fear passed through my body as I realized, It wants to take me away from my parents. This was a fear beyond anything else for my young mind. Through my tussle with the wolf, I saw my mother's feet come into view through my eyes wet from terror….She screamed something and a red light burst from her wand. I heard a yelp and a thud. The jaws were no more clamped on my leg, but the damage had been done…the edges of my eyes were darkening…