hunted - dm x hp

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I got up, shaking. I didn't know where I was going, or planning to go... But I do know that my immediate thought was that Fenrir would be back and would sniff me out. I had to go away, and fast. Fear grilled through my stomach and burned the bottom of it to ashes. The fire it lit inside of me curled back my skin like wallpaper and burned my chest more and more as it rised.

My limbs burned as I ran into that forest behind Malfoy Manor. I used to play here as a child, but now, everything looked too high. I couldn't figure out where I was- and it's not like I could stop and think with the soon-to-be enraged werewolf on my tracks.

My blood was rushing, and the feeling of my time running out just made me run faster than before. Nothing could make me think, or feel at that moment. The eminent danger, The rush of the wind and the pulse in my chest were the only things I could even wrap my head around. I was panting heavily, and I could see my breath in front of me in the cold winter early morning air.

My muscles in my arms and legs felt torn and stringy when I finally stopped at least a few miles away from the Manor. My joints creaked and my throat felt agonizingly dried. I limped farther still, however. I refused to die by some half-breed mutt's hands.

I could feel my warmer breath brush against my face as I kept running forward. Everything hurt and I hadn't smelled danger but I was still running. Not out of fear nor panic. Maybe shock? I dont know what was going through my head, and I assume nothing was.

So I kept running. And ran until I didn't need to think. Not one thought passed me by.

And when the brink of one surfaced I pushed it down till I couldn't hear it at all over my beating heart and heavy pants as my feet and hands slammed against grass and fallen leaves.

All I knew, was that I had to run. So I did.

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I came to a stop after hours of madly dashing. I couldn't even feel my legs until I finally stopped and let all the adrenaline fade. I was miles away from the perimeter of the forest behind the Manor, far behind what we owned.

I stayed still for a while, letting the painful ache burn and push into the spaces between every muscle before I limp slowly to a stream passing by. I felt as though I would collapse at any moment, every muscle tensing and stiffening my every movement.

I so desperately just wanted to soothe my sore bones in the stream before me. And I couldn't think of anything better to do. Maybe I could even wash my usual scent away, so I don't get sniffed out.

I wouldn't have to worry about that if it weren't for that damn feral mutt.

Just as I reached the brink of said stream, I looked down to dip a finger in, and froze at the sight staring back at me...

"EEK-KEK-KEK-KEK-KEK!" My reflection screamed, it's fluffy back hunched and ruffled, pale white fluffy tail bottle-brushed behind it. It's curved stubby little ears were pulled back in repulsed fear and a disgusted sneer shone on its furry face, making the thing's nose twitch. Dark grey eyes stared down at me, glistening in repulsed fear.

'It's happened again. I must be having this nightmare again... Please, this truly can't be real!' I tried to reason to myself, curling up in panic. I could feel myself shrinking into a tiny ball of desperation and fear. The panic attack was coming, and coming soon.

'...Cant be real, it's not true!..'

'...These nightmares stopped after 5th year, but maybe...'

'...Mother wouldn't do this to me! She knows how scared I was after! Surely, it was an....'

'...this...can't be real...'

But it was. I was stuck in this god-forsaken, fur covered, rancid pest body.

'I was once again a ferret. I swear if she did this on purpose, I'll!-'

I huffed in frustration and looked back into the stream.

Furry little eyebrow spots, faintly off-white in comparison to the rest of the milky fur, were furrowed in a similar way as to how I was feeling. An angered pout was brushed onto my face, which had a small amount of dirt on it from my paws - which I put on my snout whilst squeaking in indignant anguish.

I pushed both my front paws into the clear-ish waters, to scoop up to wash off the dirt on my muzzle and such.

But they wouldn't come out.

I pulled and tugged and squeaked, but they only seemed to be sinking in deeper.

'If I need my ferrety fucking arms amputated because of this weird quicksand water, I swear to Merlin! I'll never talk to my mother again!'

And right after that last thought, the water pulled me much harder than before, and with a squeal into the early morning forest... I was gone underneath.

And all the trees stood still, with the wind softly brushing their needles and leaves.

And then, it was silent.

End Scene.

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a note to those reading:

i apologize about the inactivity of this book! i have a chapter in the works currently and some already made ones ready if i get very busy again. life has been hectic so it hasnt been at the front of my mind recently. hopefully, i can get back on track!

thank you to those who found or are just reading this! i hope you like it! 

discuss in the comments, or talk to me! ill respond as fast as possible!

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