First Life: The Wizard Prince & The Half-Blood Prince | Covert Romance

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JAMES POTTER

Following a mere mile of walking, we hear the cry of a phoenix.

"It's Fawkes," I assumed.

Albus Dumbledore's pet phoenix, that means that the headmaster must've been told that we're missing.

I dashed toward the sound, wondering if he had already dispatched The Keepers on a search party for us. Centaurs trotted nearby, avoiding my presence. I turned back and realized that I was all by myself. The trail back towards where I last charmed my tent is at least 0.8 miles away from where I currently am.

I know that I can survive in this forbidden forest alone, heck, I survived last year's Triwizard tournament. But I'd be dumbstruck to best believe that Severus stood a chance. All the while, I'm debating if I should head back for him because he brought me here in the first place.

I thought maybe if I just stayed where I was, he would eventually catch up, so I made the decision to wait for him by resting against a big tree. After a few minutes, I heard footsteps approaching, assuming that it was Snivellus, from the remains of the moonlight casting from this distance. Snivellus not only failed to give up my wand, but he also managed to keep my glasses after his shoddy demonstration of my presence earlier.

However, from my vantage point, I could see that the person approaching was a Slytherin by the green on their cloak.

When he had finally made it close enough to me, he pointed his wand at me.

"What are you doing out at this hour, Potter?"

Even at this close range, I recognized this man to be Lucius Malfoy. He is a pureblood like me, but because he is the patriarch of the illustrious Malfoy family, he was raised differently and doesn't appreciate mudbloods.

Although I don't know him well, he seems arrogant, unpredictable, and biased from the surface. His immense status sets him apart from other wizards, thus even if our statuses are the same, I am currently sensing his disdain.

In all actuality, this is the first time that he has ever made contact with me.

"Did the Keepers send you?" I ask,

With a scowl, Lucius revealed his wand to me. A few more people in cloaks surrounded me. In total, there were at least 6 of them, 7, including Lucius. Everyone concealed their identity with ugly white masks over their faces.

"Join us, Potter," Lucius says,

I scanned my surroundings and took a step back. Each of them surrounded me blocking any possible way of escaping.

"W—What is this, an occult?" I say,

"Expelliarmus!" A woman's voice shouted, fortunately, I was defenseless.

"He doesn't have a wand on him!" She whispered to the person next to her.

"This shall be easy," The man next to her says,

Lucius put his left hand up as he came behind me and placed his hand on top of my right shoulder.

"You're despicable, Potter," Lucius says stern. "But allow me to introduce ourselves, we're called, death eaters,"

The entire occult members expressed joy clapping their hands as Lucius suddenly pushed me to the ground, my face falling flat on the ground.

"I don't know what the Dark lord sees in you, but you are below me, do you hear?" Lucius says.

Rounds of applause resume in a mixture of giggles and wands out.

I never claimed to be superior than him, so I'm not sure why he is so furious with me.