ALULA (VOL. 3)
Time to put things into perspective- into order.
When a war has begun there's no waiting for children to group up. Alula Nova Black knows this too well. The last thing needed is a government who are corrupt in thinking everything is o...
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fight & flight
{1996}
The Forbidden Forest
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It looked as though Harry had no idea what Alula and Hermione were planning. Alula walked half a pace behind Harry as they headed down the corridor outside Umbridge's office. None of the three dared attempt to talk to her; Umbridge was walking so closely behind them that Alula could hear her ragged breathing.
Hermione led the way down the stairs into the Entrance Hall. The din of loud voices and the clatter of cutlery on plates echoed from out of the double doors to the Great Hall - it seemed incredible to Alula that twenty feet away were people who were enjoying dinner, celebrating the end of exams, not a care in the world . . .
Hermione walked straight out of the oak front doors and down the stone steps into the balmy evening air. The sun was falling towards the tops of the trees in the Forbidden Forest now, and as Hermione marched purposefully across the grass - Umbridge jogging to keep up - their long dark shadows rippled over the grass behind them like cloaks.
'It's hidden in Hagrid's hut, is it?' said Umbridge eagerly in Alula's ear.
'Of course not,' said Hermione scathingly. 'Hagrid might have set it off accidentally.'
"It is very powerful," Alula added, hiding a smirk.
'Yes,' said Umbridge, whose excitement seemed to be mounting. 'Yes, he would have done, of course, the great half-breed oaf.'
She laughed. Alula felt a strong urge to swing around and seize her by the throat but resisted.
'Then . . . where is it?' asked Umbridge, with a hint of uncertainty in her voice as Hermione continued to stride towards the Forest.
'In there, of course,' said Hermione, pointing into the dark trees. 'It had to be somewhere that students weren't going to find it accidentally, didn't it?'
'Of course,' said Umbridge, though she sounded a little apprehensive now. "Of course . . . very well, then . . . you two stay ahead of me."
'Can we have your wand, then, if we're going first?' Harry asked her.
'No, I don't think so, Mr Potter,' said Umbridge sweetly, poking him in the back with it. "The Ministry places a rather higher value on my life than yours, I'm afraid."
"I haven't a clue why," Alula mumbled.
As they reached the cool shade of the first trees, Alula tried to catch Harry's eye; walking into the Forest without wands seemed to her to be more foolhardy than anything they had done so far this evening. He, however, merely gave Umbridge a contemptuous glance and plunged straight into the trees, moving at such a pace that Umbridge, with her shorter legs, had difficulty in keeping up.
