Entwined

Sometimes You Just Know

Chapter Eight

Sometimes You Just Know

 

            “Neville, you have to calm down.” Harry said, putting a hand on Neville’s shoulder.

“I can’t Harry, I just can’t!” he stood up and began to pace, noting that dawn had begun to creep across the fields in all directions.

“Here Neville,” Ron said, handing him a drink “This’ll calm you down.”

“I don’t need to calm down, Ron, I need to get out of here and help Jazzmyn!”

“Neville, please just calm down.” Harry said, sitting down on the couch and crossing his legs.

“No, for once Harry, I am not calming down.” He sat back down across from him and put his head in his hands “I need to find her, Harry. What if it was Ginny, or Hermione? What would you do?”

“I’d probably do something stupid,” Harry replied, handing Neville the drink again, which was a deep purple “So drink this and lets think, okay? I’m not saying we’re not going to help her, Neville, but we need to be rational. If we freak out, we’re never going to find her.”

He sighed “Alright, alright. I’m sorry,”

Ron laughed “You have nothing to be sorry about, Neville. If it was Hermione, I would probably be ten times as crazy as you are right now.”

Before anyone could say a thing, there was a pop and McGonagall stood in front of them. She looked grim as she surveyed the room, and her eyes fell on the knife.

She looked up, and they all knew they were going to have to work very hard to get Jazzmyn back. “I know where she is.”

“What?” Neville asked, getting up.

She nodded “Dress warmly boys, we’re going to Canada.”

            “Why is it so much colder here?” Ron shivered, rubbing his arms in hope of warmth.

“Closer to the arctic,” McGonagall said, leading them through the forest. The time difference was different from Britain, so it was already nine at night. The moon hung low over the trees and the sky was full of stars, like sugar spilled over a black table cloth.

“This is it,” McGonagall said, pointing to a small shack on the edge of a lake.

“Is this where I think it is?” Neville asked, looking at the cabin.

“Yes Longbottom; we are at LeerLake, where Daniel Divine was murdered all those years ago.”

“Do you think Jazz’s inside?” he asked, fear freezing his insides. Though, it might have been the cold.