Wolf-Blood (Harry Potter Fan-Fic) Sequel

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"Fred!"

Her voice screamed out as she had flung herself towards the Room of Requirement, and yet for all it's worth it was useless. Her efforts were barely even a whisper in the surrounding chaos that consumed the castle. Running with such speed, it was only then she realised the searing pain in her legs, something was definitely not right, but for all that was happening she didn't matter. Skidding round the corner she barely even found stable ground. The corridor she now faced was filled with dust so thick there was no point in opening her eyes.

There was dust in the air.

There was screams from the lower castle floors.

There was a million possible outcomes.

There was only one person on her mind.

"Fred!" She coughed through the dust, her voice heavy and on the verge of fresh tears.

"Who's there?" A voice cried out. It was definitely someone who was filled with worry but caution. It was definitely filled with an intellectual memory of familiarity. It was definitely female, it was Hermione.

"Hermione! It's Scarlet, where's Fred?" Scarlet's lips trembled, and her eyes burned.

"I'm not sure the rocks, I can't see, my wand." Hermione struggled for words as she coughed heavily, making her way towards Scarlet.

Other people had begun to stir, she could hear people fumbling around the large chunks of wall, as they scrabbled and clawed there way through the descending blindness. Without much thought Scarlet punched her hand into her pockets in search of her wand. Pulling it out with such ferocity it could have snapped in two. The thin piece of wood shook violently.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" Scarlet thrusted her wand desperately at the debris, they rose and with a swift swipe of her hand they were thrown out of the gaping hole in the castles walls. "Wingardium Leviosa! Wingardium Leviosa! Wingardium Leviosa!"

The debris was cleared and yet for all it's worth it meant nothing there was too much dust, and deep down she knew more rocks remained to be unseen.

"Dispersia!" The dust particles where pushed to the sides as though one were opening up double doors.

Lunging herself towards the few rocks that remained, her wand surprisingly still in her shaking hands, she cast the final charms so that she could see everyone. Harry, Ron and a Weasley that wasn't Fred.

"Fred!" She screamed, he wasn't gone, he couldn't be.

Despite how clear the hallway was, Scarlet was slowly descending into a darkness, it closed in around her it cold touch making her shake violently, yet it was the tears in her eyes that brought her more pain as they singed her very skin.

"Fred!"

As though there to guide her to the other side a light came shining through her darkness. Yet it glowed with such an intense familiarity that it brought her spinning relentlessly into a harsher reality. The glow was burning from a figure that had clearly been thrown against the wall. It was unmoving and still, but the light that radiated from it made it seem to be alive, with burning red hair.

"Fred!" She choked, and hobbled over to the light that had burned brighter at his name, she didn't even remember falling.

The other Weasley was screaming his name too, and with every utterance he seemed to shine with light. Whoever else was around did not matter, she was first to reach him and in her state she almost didn't realise what was making him glow. His body was encased in a bright silver, that was stained with blood. But, the smears of red were lined more elegantly than if it had been spattered out of a body.