"Trust me, you shouldn't want anyone like me on your back."
"Maybe I don't want anyone like you on my back," His eyes darkened as he stepped closer, confining me tighter into barely any space as my back pressed against the wall.
"Maybe I want you. U...
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CHAPTER FORTY
IT SEEMED THAT MY HANDS were ready to bleed, when we apparated to the castle ruin in the dense night, only to have an iron arrow pierce clean through the muscle in the palm of my right hand before I could even comprehend that my feet had touched the solid ground.
The chaos shattered my senses then, making the pain and the sight of my own blood no longer a travesty.
My eyes saw it plain and simple, Flora Fischer had apparated us into an ambush. The dwarf witch shrieked in her own shock, grabbing her wand out of her dress as Harry Potter whipped out his own.
Though my limbs felt heavy suddenly, my brain felt quicker than ever, as it directed my eyes to the daunting dark mark on the displayed wrist of one of the male attackers.
Death eaters.
I saw the Durmstrangs first then, Viktor, Zubair and Yordanka were firing repeatedly—the girl sparking jabs from the tip of her wand at a unruly haired witch while Viktor bore a sharp glistening sword as he dragged it across the neck of a wizard, the man's head sliding clean off as it rolled to the ground, the rest of his body following in the head's wake.
Zubair Dimitrova was the one firing arrows, and it were his eyes that met mine—appalled at his shot piercing my hand instead of where he had directed it.
He had directed it behind us as we had appeared, and before that fact had registered, Harry Potter grabbed my elbow and yanked me away, the aim of his wand directed behind us.
"Sectumsempra!"
Harry's voice was loud, unrelenting as the witch he had targeted, crumpled in place—her scream reverberating in my ears. The skin on her burst at some places, her flesh wounding itself as blood spurted out of her form, the stench of hard iron slick in the humid air around us. I glanced at Potter as he pulled me to a safe side, for somebody who had just been taught the danger of the element of surprise, he was a startlingly fast learner.
Quickly, my eyes searched for Bridgette, Elias and Gabriel, and I found them just in the distance, with Gabriel tackling two death eaters as Elias and Bridgette fought with the largest one of them all—a tall, muscular, fleshy death eater who's movements were slow yet harsh.
He didn't wield a wand, and merely thrashed around with his giant form, crushing the standing walls of the castle ruin in an attempt to crush Bridgette and Elias. The death eater was a human, his being a mix between one of les dorés and a human wizard. Those kinds of mixes were not common, but they weren't entirely unheard of. They only occurred when a male wizard mated with a female from les dorés. These mixes gave the resulting offspring the size, and the strength, instead of the natural affinity of being enslaved, overpowered by wizard kind, or even the ability to transform themselves into mists. The resulting offspring could then be untethered with its connection to its mother, because no such laws existed in her favor against a wizard.
