Swiftly and silently we scouted around the forest Wychwood. I think you could guess there were a lot of wych elms, and you're right. Gigantic wych elms, with oversized leaves that ruffled in the breeze. It was dim and gloomy, since the leaves blocked out almost all of the sunlight, even during the day. I felt an eerie silence pouring in. It was around midnight. I could tell by the shadowy lights that rained through the gaps in the leaves. Annabelle stayed beside me all night through - wait, no. Almost all night through, but I'll get to that later.
Occasionally our feet got tangled in vines, but otherwise we kept walking. We got thirsty, so we stopped for a few mouthfuls of freshwater from creeks and went on our way. Suddenly, we heard a low buzzing sound. "Clover, what was that?" she asked, trembling and pulling at the sleeve of my blue woolen sweater. "I don't know, maybe a-" I paused. Then I heard padded footsteps coming from a shrub, and then two big, nasty yellow eyes, with sharp black slits in them. "Wolf."
Anna gasped. "Shh!" I whispered, cupping my hand over her mouth. "Move very, very slowly...step backwards." I encouraged Anna, who was now whimpering, to back up behind an elder tree. The wolf prowled around, snuffling and tracking our steps. "Follow me." I muttered. I tried to seem like I wasn't afraid, but really, I was so scared I nearly just screamed "RUN!" but I didn't want to have us both eaten.
We cautiously went step by step around the tree, fooling the wolf with every move. Then a very strange and frightening thing happened. I heard a familiar voice yell, "Avada Kedavra!" A jet of green light came out of nowhere. Anna and I squinted. With my hand shading my eyes, I peeked out from the side of the tree. It was the woman. I didn't know how she did it, but she found us. Then my eyes glided over to the wolf - no. The dead wolf. "Fenrir! Come on, you bloody furball!" she snapped. "Alright, alright," I heard an abnormally gruff voice say. "Well? Do you smell them or what?" she hissed at the man, Fenrir. He sniffed in our direction. "Over 'ere."
He nodded his head towards the elder tree. Anna gasped. I held her tightly. Fenrir snuck up behind us and whispered, "Right there, you see, Bellatrix?" and pointed at Anna. "Oi," Bellatrix murmured. Annabelle squeezed closer to me to try and hide, but it was no use. Fenrir licked his lips and steadied his hands as if he were going to catch a ball. But that's definitely not what he did. He plucked Anna from my arms. "Anna! NO!" I shouted. "YOU GIVE HER BACK!" I screamed at him, close to tears. When I looked at him, he looked like a bloodthirsty beast. Well, really, he was. He had fur everywhere, and fangs like a wolf. "Sorry dearie," Fenrir said with an evil grin, "but she's ours now."
Bellatrix began to laugh. She sounded relatively like a hyena. My lip trembled. Annabelle screamed and yelled and kicked. I pulled on her legs with all my might, but Fenrir slapped me square across the face and I fell to the ground. He turned to Bellatrix, and she nodded. Fenrir looked at the sky, and Bellatrix did the same. When she looked up, her left sleeve pulled up a bit, and I saw a mysterious tattoo on her arm. Fenrir, somehow, turned into a glossy black mist and rose up into the atmosphere, Anna in a chokehold. Bellatrix followed him. I was alone, in the creepiest forest I'd ever been in, and the only family I had left had just been kidnapped.
