A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Sci – fi September Day One -Dialogue: "Tell me who did this to you," the villain growled as they held the barely conscious hero in their arms.

Word Count: 610

It had been a game they played for years, decades as they ran amok through the city. The Otter stopping the Potion Master at every turn. She always seemed one step ahead of him, catching onto his nefarious plots before he had a chance to do much.

"Caught you again," she laughed, trapping the man on the roof of the bank. He glowered at her.

"Really? That's all you can say, Otter?" he asked, pulling a box with a single red button from his pocket.

"Really!" she chirped, taking a step closer. "We've been doing this so long, I know all your moves, all your little plans, I know you. I also know that button's not going to do anything since I disarmed your missals while I was chasing you through the Golden Tower. Why do I think I herded you there?" she asked.

"You little know it all!"

"You like it, you like that I do know it all, that I can stop your little plans, admit it! Admit that half of this is just a ploy to get my attention."

"I have no clue what you mean, Otter. Just so you know, I'll be out of Azkaban before you can blink your pretty brown eyes."

"I wouldn't be surprised," she laughed, as the wail of police sirens filled the air. The Potion Master glared at her one last time before the police cuffed him. The Otter shook her head, her brown curls bouncing as she watched. He was right, he would be out before she knew it and she needed to make sure she was ready.

As she walked home, thinking about all the ways the Potion Master could try to destroy the city, or poison the city, or whatever he was planning, she wondered who he really was. She knew the name, but knowing the name of the man under the mask meant nothing. She had finally reached her flat, a modest place, when it happened. A sharp pain in her shoulder, her arm losing movement. She felt something hit her back, her knees buckling beneath her. As she fell, she turned, seeing red hair, a red cape.

"What are you doing here? You're supposed to be dead," she whispered, her vision getting black around the edges.

"My dearest Otter, the former love of my life, I could never stay dead while you breathed," he hissed, pulling her from the ground and stabbing her through the heart. "Now, my mission is done," he stated, tossing her to the ground.

True to his word, the Potion Master was out in an hour. Knowing the right people who would vouch for him was always nice. He really should thank the Otter for this whole thing. He loved the way she challenged him. He knew who she was, he'd never admit it though. A smile on his lips as he headed towards her flat, just to make sure she was working on figuring out his next move. His smile turned to horror at her body. He rushed to her, scooping her up in his arms.

"Tell me who did this to you," the villian growled as he held the barely conscious hero in his arms. She slowly looked up at him, her eyes dull.

"Ron," she whispered. "Ron the Terrible," she finished before passing entirely in his arms. The Potion Master stared at her, knowing if Otter recovered, she would never be the same. He rose, carrying her to the nearest hospital. He'd made a new enemy today, he would find this Ron the Terrible and destroy him for what he'd done to the one person he cared about.