Heat pressed against Albus as he numbly walked by Hope's limp body. If it hadn't been for the Poachers behind him pushing him along, he would have flung himself to the ground to take her into his arms.
To hold her one last time and beg that she open her eyes.
The moment to look at her passed too quickly, yet not quickly enough. It wasn't nearly long enough, yet the memory of her vacant eyes would haunt his nightmares for the rest of his life.
"Keep going." A Poacher scoffed, kicking the back of Albus' knee, which only made him stumble rather than move faster.
Any reason to lash out at him, he supposed.
Sylvia led the way to one of the Thestrial carriages, barking orders at the Poachers around her. Hardly paying attention, he found himself in the carriage seat, staring straight ahead. Newt's cries still rang in his head like deafening echoes.
"Would you look at this?" Sylvia's shrill voice cut through the space between them.
Albus focused his blurred vision on her but said nothing.
Grinning, she leaned forward until their knees touched, staring at him with wicked fascination.
"I can't believe it," she laughed as she reached forward and stroked a stray tear from his cheek with her fingertip, "I made the great Albus Dumbledore cry." Sylvia laughed again, high-pitched a grating.
Albus clenched his jaw as a new feeling entered him. Cold as ice and sharp like a dagger. It was the first time he'd ever felt true, undeniable hatred.
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The Tribrid and Her Prison {Book One - Complete}
FanfictionPoachers stalk the countryside not far from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. These criminals have managed to attain an unexpected prisoner. Hope Mikaelson. The powerful Tribrid has lost her memory and must test her courage and instincts a...
