Shriek. {H.P}

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The cold air, the cold ground. The squawking and chirping... Birds? The sound of leaves rustling... wait. Leaves?

Her eyes open immediately. Blinded by the light hitting her eyes that was just seeing dark, she closed them again. A bit of time went by, and she slowly opened her eyes again, fluttering, adjusting to the light. Once she adjusted, she sat up and finally and studied the area she was in.

Outside.

She looks down at her body. Scratches and marks on her arms and legs. Dirt under her fingernails. Lastly, she realized that her clothes had been ripped and stretched out pajama pants and t-shirt. A rip straight down the back of her t-shirt.

Why was she outside? What happened to her?

She immediately covered herself up out of terror that someone might see her like this, and she was right. Someone did see her. From behind her she could her footsteps, running. Towards her. More than one person, she figured. She turned her head to see who it was, but didn't see anything. That's when panic kicked in. Getting up and running was her immediate reaction, but she couldn't. Her body hurt. She was sore. Too sore to run. Before she could call for help, she heard a voice, then, people standing. Three.

"Amala!"

"Shh, it's okay."

Standing there was Remus Lupin, Hermione Granger, and Harry Potter.

She covered herself even more in embarrassment. Only Hermione came closer.

"Hand me the cloak," Hermione tells Harry, and he does just that. Hermione puts the cloak around Amala. "This is the invisibility cloak, they can't see you now, only your head." She tells her.

"Someone explain to me why the hell I'm in the Forbidden Forest with this rubbish on me—" Amala forgets she can't get up and covers herself, then immediately tries to stand up, but can't. She winces at the pain. Her voice calms, but is still very aggressive.

"How'd you know I was out here?" She glares at Hermione, then turns her head to the two others, and gives them the same stare.

Hermione and Harry both darts their heads at Lupin. He looks at Harry, then Hermione, then Amala, sighing.

"Amala, we have a lot to talk about. Come with me." Lupin says sternly.