Side Corridors, Hogwarts, Hermione Granger
Something was wrong with Harry Potter, and at the current moment, that thing was a tiny half-Fae girl who had just kidnapped him right in front of her and Ron before either of them could even raise a wand to stop her. She had reappeared in midair before latching onto Harry's back, and with her face screwed up in concentration, she had vanished again into a gray mist, taking Harry with her.
"Ah, did she just,..." Ron says, standing beside Hermione, trailing off in shock.
"Yes, she did," Hermione says before quickly walking over to Harry's fallen bookbag and quickly opening it to dig through it, "Where is it, where is it!?" she mutters under her breath.
"Hermione, do you think we should be going to a teacher, maybe even the Headmaster seeing that the world's smallest would-be-assassin just kidnapped Harry!" Ron tells her as he watches Hermione dig through Harry's bag, "We should probably tell Zoë too while we're at it because, Ya know, Harry got kidnapped!?" Ron yells, gesturing to the spot Harry just was.
"Ah-Ha! Found it!" Hermione calls out and pulls out an old piece of parchment, making Ron pause in his panic as he watches her unfold it and press the tip of her wand to it, "I solemnly swear that I'm up to no good," Hermione whispers and watches as the map of Hogwarts spring to life before her eyes.
"Or we could look at the map to see where she took him," Ron says as he walks over to look over her shoulder, he could tell where Hermione was looking by the way her fingers trace the page, a habit she had picked up from reading so much, so Ron checks the other parts of the map looking for any sign of Harry, "I don't see him," Ron mutters as he continues to scan the page.
Hermione's face is pinched, the look she would get when she was halfway between researching something and figuring something out, the look before an epiphany would suddenly strike her in the middle of a brainstorm, "I don't see him either," she says, worry lacing her voice as she looks up from the map chewing on her lip, "Harry's not in Hogwarts, and she didn't bring him to the carriage or else He would have shown up on the front lawns, where else…" Hermione trails off, her mouth working but no sound comes out because of the horror she feels choking her at the thought that had slipped into her mind.
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Harry Potter
The mist had thickened as Harry charges through it, and with the mist came the Fae, a conglomerate of different twisted things pulling themselves out of the hedge with claws made of silver and stone, blades of bone and fang, all looking to take a bite out of the boy who lived in the most literal sense.
"Well, they can fucking try," Harry thinks to himself as he barrels through two of the creatures, one whose skin was like dark leather with runes carved into it, the other seems to be a twisted up balloon man full of blood and both were wearing filthy rags, and both went down like sacks of flour when Harry takes a single swing of Serpent-Hunter, cutting their legs off just below the knee. Harry dashes past the growl Fae still clawing at him, seeing the back end of a cat taking a right turn Harry skids across the grass to a stop before bolting down the same turn.
Two more Fae step out of the hedge, drool dripping down the corner mouth of one that looks to be a flayed man in a bloody suit, while the other had mouths where his eyes should be and one big eye where his mouth should have been, and both wielding blades of bone.
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