Blood. I smell blood.
Rapunzel lifted her head from the couch cushion, blinking groggily as she found that she had dozed off. Was she hearing things? That was weird. Must've been the tail end of a bad dream.
I want to rip you apart.
"What the..." Rapunzel whispered, looking around frantically for the source of the voice.
"What? Whasat?" Fred mumbled sleepily, words slurred and muffled as he spoke into Rapunzel's shoulder.
Books and parchment were scattered on the table in front of them, long forgotten homework assignments ditched when they both fell asleep.
"Do you hear that?" Rapunzel asked, deeply unsettled. "That voice, it's odd."
"I mean, I hear your voice, but I don't think there's anything odd about it." Fred grumbled, and Rapunzel could feel him begin to fall asleep against her again.
Kill. Kill.
"Freddie, get up." Rapunzel reached across him and grabbed his shoulder. "C'mon."
"Ugh, why?" Fred groaned as Rapunzel pulled him to his feet, becoming slightly more alert at Rapunzel's frightened expression.
"There's something, it's talking but it's not here...it's distant. It's saying awful things, Fred."
"And you want to go after the evil voice?"
"The voice wants to hurt someone, maybe we can stop them!" Rapunzel exclaimed, grabbing his arm and pulling him along. This got the attention of several Gryffindors in the common room who, out of curiosity, decided to follow them.
Rapunzel seemed to tune out everything around her, focusing solely on the voice and the direction it came from. It was hard to tell sometimes, it was echoey and it seemed to be coming from all around her. Despite this, Rapunzel still held Fred's wrist, leading him along.
Fred nearly ran smack into her back when she suddenly stopped, seeing her stiffen. Looking past her, it didn't take a genius to figure out what had happened.
"We're too late," Rapunzel whispered despairingly, staring at Mrs Norris in horror. She was hung by the tail, red eyes wide open and mouth frozen open in a snarl.
Harry was standing before the cat, and Rapunzel knew that it hadn't been him, but it definitely looked bad. Ron and Hermione stood a little ways away, and while neither of them were particularly fond of that cat, it was still a disturbing scene.
Dozens of students filed into the hallway through both corridors, horrified gasps and conspiratorial whispers rippling through the crowds.
"What's going on here? C'mon, make way, make way." Filch's unmistakeable rasp pierced through the whispers, and he pushed through Fred and George as he made his way to the front of the crowd and to the centre of it all.
Uh oh.
"Potter?" Filch had yet to notice Mrs Norris and the fate that befell her, but it wouldn't be long now. "What're you..."
Here we go.
"Mrs Norris?" Filch whimpered, lower lip beginning to tremble; and Rapunzel couldn't help but feel sympathy. If such a thing happened to Pascal she'd be distraught.
"You murdered my cat," Filch's shaky voice became cold and steely, grief underlying all the same.
"No," Harry shook his head, still somewhat in shock from what he had seen but also absolutely terrified of Filch and whatever was coming his way.
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LUCKY FLOWER||FRED WEASLEY {REWRITING/MOVED}
Fanfiction"Wait, your name is Rapunzel? Like-" "The fairytale princess, yes." Rapunzel was named after a storybook princess, and for good reason. Born with the ability to heal those with her own hair that grew very long very quickly, it's no surprise her pare...
