Aftermath

The Fox and The Wolf pt. 1

She arrived to the large training room alone and fierce. She walked in with her dark hair lightly cascading over her shoulders. Her battle armor was a tight fitting, her red lips in the color of a vampires eyes, and her eyelashes so long she could almost fly. Doesn't sound quite fitting for exercise but Hestia was incapable of breaking a sweat regardless of the circumstances, as she's learned over these past few years. It was almost like she was blessed with a spell that made her unstoppable to something as human as physical exhaustion.

When she entered the room all eyes turned to her and everyone stopped speaking in that exact moment. She studied the room, her eyes analyzing everybody and putting suggestions to who they are. Hestia recognized them all from Hogwarts, three dozen semi-familiar faces. She gave Harry, Ron, and Draco but a faint glance as she already knew of their magical capabilities.

The room was full of people of all types. Races, religions, gender, and size. The range of differences were infinite, but still she found the common similarities. Hestia looked past race and religion, those factors are irrelevant in the battlefield of life. Instead she saw the weak and the strong. The smart and the dense. Within minutes Hestia could put a weakness and strength to everyone in the room.

More importantly, however, she labeled the sensation that filled them with one very strong name. It wasn't towards her or anything in particular but it held a strong presence.

Fear.

Before anything further could happen another person walked into the room and past the crowd of kids. An old woman walked out tapping a long wooden stick in front of her repetitively. Hestia instantly noticed the woman's eyes were those of white marbles.

Everyone thought it was a misunderstanding or a joke. Whispers filled the silent air when the old lady stopped walking and stood in front of the group. While everyone else was busy being confused, Hestia decided to study the woman. She sensed a great power. Hestia noticed every small detail she could.

The old woman was short but held herself up high. Her right hand lingered by the dark brown wand in her pants, constantly on alert as if prepared for an attack. Though her face and eyes weren't giving anything away, Hestia saw the smallest movement in the woman's ears. She was listening to everyone. The lady was completely bald, most likely a choice made for the battlefield. She had faint scars scattered like a puzzle all across her dark wrinkled skin.

The moment Hestia saw the tick in the old ladies right hand, she grabbed her wand and yelled out "Protego!" Just as a large glass-like shield covered all the other people in the room, the old lady had her wand in her hand and a killing curse headed straight toward Harry Potter. The green spell hit the shield and disappeared before slowly the shield shattered into nothing.

The entire room fell silent after the event happened. It occurred so fast that it took a minute for everyone else to comprehend what happened. Suddenly screams of outrage erupted from everyone and aimed at the blind lady who stood perfectly unfazed.

"What the bloody hell just happened? You tried to murder Harry Potter! Somebody, go get help!" Yelled out a large man, his face red with anger.

Hestia watched the entire scene unfold like a collapsing building. She saw Harry Potter take out his wand and aim it at the old lady, face slathered in uncertainty. He never had the opportunity to make up his mind because the blind lady brought her wand to her throats and boomed out, "Silence!"

Every person stopped talking and looked to the lady. They all waited rather reluctantly for an explanation. They never got one.

"You," the skinny finger on the woman pointed through the crowd and straight at Hestia. The group parted as the woman walked closer to the girl. "How did you know? How did you create such a large shield?"