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As I gathered my things to go to my next class, Professor Trelawney walked over to me and patted my shoulder sympathetically.

"Dark things await you, my child. Such horrid things. Remember The Two! Remain in the beyond."

Not knowing what to make of Trelawney's message, I stared at her for a few moments.

"I will," I furrowed my brow. "Goodbye Professor."

I heaved my bag over my shoulder and followed Seamus out of the door. Once we were down the spiral staircase, he spoke.

"What the hell was that about?"

I shook my head, "I have no clue."

As the two of us wandered onto the lawn for Care of Magical Creatures, my stomach began to tie into knots. We were supposed to meet at the Whomping Willow today to examine a couple of bird species, but I had a really bad feeling about it.

"Sarah, are you okay?" Harry asked. "You look a little peaky."

I raised my eyebrows, "Peaky? I'm okay. I just have this twinge in my stomach."

"Do you need to see Madame Pomfrey?"

"No, no. You know that feeling you get in the pit of your stomach when you think something bad's going to happen? I have that."

Harry nodded, "I know what you mean. Only I've learned to ignore mine over the years."

"Yeah I can imagine your scar hurting would outweigh the aching gut."

"Yeah, that and if I didn't ignore it, I'd vomit every day from fear of being ambushed by Voldemort."

I chuckled and Harry wrapped his arm around my shoulder, the two of us walking towards the Whomping Willow. Once we got to the Willow, we got into our usual group with Hermione, Ron, Neville, and Seamus and, since we were having class with the Ravenclaws, Luna.

"We have Professor Grubbly-Plank today," Hermione mentioned.

"Really?" I groaned. "Fantastic."

Finding this out really wasn't helping the pain in my stomach. Before anyone else could say anything, Professor Grubbly-Plank began to speak.

"Today class, we're going to observe the Swabbledack. Can anyone tell me what the Swabbledack is?"

Hermione's hand shot up at lightning speed. Everyone began to groan since their chance to answer the question had been taken.

"Yes, Hermione?"

"A Swabbledack is a type of blue bird that resides in Whomping Willows. They tend to make a lot of noise as well."

"Very good," Grubbly-Plank smiled. "10 points to Gryffindor. Miss Black, point one out, will you?"

I pointed at myself and she nodded. A string of curses swarmed through my head. My stomach felt as if I'd just fallen off my Firebolt. Leaving my bag next to Harry, I cautiously walked towards the Willow where a blue Swabbledack sat. I felt like I was going to either throw up or pee my pants.

"Walk a little faster Sarah," Grubbly-Plank advised. "They're not easily scared creatures."

"Honestly Professor, it's not the bird that that I'm concerned about." Walking to the branch, I pointed at the bird. "There's the Swabbledack."

"Very nice. You may return to your classmates."

"Thank G-"

Suddenly a branch the size of an anaconda swooped down, smacking me in the stomach. I fell to the ground and tried to crawl away when another branch scooped me up. Screams pierced the air, and they weren't my own. Professor Grubbly-Plank tried to calm down my classmates but was failing miserably. Hermione was shouting something at me, but I could barely hear her.

"Help!" I managed to yell. "Get me down!"

Wrapping my arms and legs around the branch, I hugged it close to me so I wouldn't fall. The Willow swayed madly, sending me twisting and twirling through the air. Before I could scream again, I was yanked roughly through the treetop. Branches scraped my face, leaving gashes and cuts along my cheeks and neck. The tree spit me out of the other side, sending me flying through air once again.

"Sarah!" Hermione yelled. "Stay calm!"

I screamed, "How can I? This tree won't quit moving!"

The branch I was grasping sent me racing through another thicket. I could feel my robes catching and ripping on the branches. My arms and hands began to sting just as the branch swung me into the air. I screamed at the top of my lungs.

"Sarah! Try to let go!" Harry called.

"I can't!"

"Let go!" Hermione urged. "Harry and Ron will catch you."

"What?" My eyes widened.

Ron and Harry looked at her, "What?"

I was paralyzed with fear. I was clutching a malevolent tree branch, screaming like a demon, too scared to let go. Tears blurred my vision and I shrieked again. Where the hell was Professor Grubbly-Plank?

"You're going to have to let go Sarah!" exclaimed Hermione. "It's too risky for me to stop it!"

Harry held his arms out, "Let go! Trust me!"

It's not that I didn't trust him, it's just that letting go would be complete and utter suicide. I felt something warm and sticky trickle down my cheek and knew it was blood. Suddenly, a searing pain swept across my back. I began to grow weak and my arms felt numb. I couldn't hold on any longer. I heard screams from all around me.

"Oh my God!"

"She's bleeding!"

"We need Madame Pomfrey!"

My eyelids grew heavy as I felt myself begin to fall. The wind blew against my face, easing the burn of my wounds for a moment. Tumbling downward, I landed on a soft service.

"Sarah, are you alright?"

Harry's voice filled my ears and I noticed him beneath me. I must have fallen on him. I closed my eyes as everything swirled around me.

"Sarah? Sarah, answer me. Sarah!"

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