Standards

CHAPTER 19

Lucius looked around field, fear clenching at his heart. There were too many of them. He will never be able to defend himself with the little knowledge he had of magic. They were all bigger then him too.

"Pretty." One of the said as the one holding his arm slowly touched his cheek. Lucius flinched back and gasped, finally coming down to earth and swinging the hand that was not trapped in the Night Walkers grip. He swung his fist and punched the Night Walker on the shoulder.

"Let go of me. I don't have anything for you." Lucius cried out in fear. He did not know how to deal with them and just blurted out whatever he thought will help him.

"Looks tasty." A creepy voice said and Lucius almost fainted. He does not think he should look like he was tasty, he was not food. He was not going to become dinner.

"He looks like an angel." One squeaked and then giggled loudly. Lucius frowned and slowly tried to pull his hand away from the Night Walker that had grabbed him, but he was not successful.

"He is too pretty to live. Let's eat him." The one holding him said in a crazed voice and pounced on top of him.

Lucius does not know how or when he moved. But he was glad that he moved because if he had not, then he would have been bitten. The Night Walker had let go of him and Lucius used it to his advantage and got to his feet and ran, ran as fast as his feet could carry him. The Night Walkers had a slow reaction and then when they did realize what was going on they all jumped to their feet and started to run after him.

It seemed like Lucius' elf magic was trying to help, because everywhere his feet landed, it turned into a bush of thorns.

Lucius stumbled a little and grabbed a tree to balance himself. And his one gentle touch seemed to ignite the whole tree on fire. Lucius gasped and flinched back from the tree, the fire seemed to not hurt him though. Lucius looked down at his hands and then to where he had ran from, just now noticing the bushes of thornes that had been created as he had ran. His magic was trying to help him unconsciously.

If his magic was so strong when he didn't even know how to wield it. How strong could it be if he had known how to wield it?

He questioned himself as he stared down at his hands. In this moment he wished he knew how to protect himself. He wished he could wield earth to help him. But all he knew, was from books. Harry was too scared to allow him to try magic, he thought that it would affect him badly because of his fragile body. Harry knew Tom and Severus could handle it, but Lucius looked to delicate. But Harry was wrong, Lucius' magic was not delicate, his magic was strong enough to make the whole of gryffindor kingdom bow.

He quickly shook his head and turned on his feet and started to run again when he heard the sound of feet getting close to him. This time he imagined small cracks forming on the ground he walked, and he could hear shouts as the Night Walkers fell into the open ground. He glanced over his shoulder and smiled when he saw the earth parting as he ran, it was working.

He turned back around and sped up even more. Soon he lost control and he could no longer part open the earth behind him. He panted as he fell to his knees. He could no longer run. His lungs felt like they would burst and his whole chest was burning. His legs felt like they were on fire and his vision was blurred. He leaned up on his hands to try and get up but his legs immediately gave up.

"He is there." He heard a shout from behind him and he struggled to get up but after awhile he gave up and started to slowly crawl.

He shouted when he felt a hand grab his feet and in that moment he seemed to be filled with energy again. He kicked back and finally was able to lift himself back to his feet but was immediately knocked over. He screamed again as he came face to face with a Night Walker.