❛ 𝗪𝗘'𝗟𝗟 𝗕𝗘 𝗔 𝗙𝗜𝗡𝗘 𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗘 ❜
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in which mavis black was known all around hogwarts, but mostly for her name. after losing both her parents on one fateful night, she has many questions about who she is and i...
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FINE LINE - AWAITED CONFRONTATIONS
Mavis' mind had gone blank with shock. The four of them stood transfixed with horror at the top of the hill. The very last rays of the setting sun were casting a bloody light over the long-shadowed grounds.
"Hagird," Harry muttered. Without thinking about what he was doing, he made to turn back, but Mavis pulled him back by his hand.
"We can't," Mavis said, a pained look on her face. "He'll be in worse trouble if they know we've been to see him."
Harry was reluctant, glancing back and forth but eventually gave in. Mavis let go of his hand with a sorry smile, knowing how much Harry wanted to be there for him. Turning to her side, Mavis noticed Hermione's breathing was shallow and uneven.
"How - could - they?" she choked. "How could they?"
Mavis felt her heart clenching for her best friend, wrapping her arms around Hermione and pulling her closer into her chest.
The two stayed like that until Ron said, "Come on, we best get back."
They set off back towards the castle, walking slowly, still in shock with what they had just seen. Light was fading fast now and by the time they reached open ground, darkness was settling like a spell around them.
"Scabbers, keep still," Ron hissed, clamping his hand over his chest. The rat was wriggling madly. Ron came to a sudden halt, trying to force Scabbers deeper into his pocket. "What's the matter with you, you stupid rat? Stay still - ouch! He bit me!"
"Ron, be quiet!" Hermione whispered urgently. "Fudge'll be out here in a minute -"
"He won't - stay - put -" Ron grunted.
Scabbers was plainly terrified. He was writhing with all his might, trying to break free of Ron's grip.
"What's the matter with him?" Harry muttered, glancing over at Mavis, the young Black shrugging her shoulders in response.
"Scabbers - no!" Ron shouted.
Too late - the rat had slipped between Ron's clutching fingers, hit the ground and scampered away. Before Harry, Mavis or Hermione could stop him, Ron had ran off himself and pelted away into the darkness.
"Ron!" Hermione yelled, sharing a glance with Mavis and Harry, the three following after Ron at a sprint.
"Scabbers, come back -" Ron said, his voice fading as he got further away.
The three finally caught up to Ron, finding him on the floor, cuddling Scabbers close to his chest.
"You both realise what tree this is, right?" Hermione said, stepping back slightly.
"That's not good," Harry muttered.
But before they could even catch their breath, they heard the soft pounding of gigantic paws. Quickly turning around, something was bounding towards them out of the dark - an enormous, pale-eyes, jet black dog.
