Non Omnis Moriar

5: Flash of Green

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I didn't expect to be woken up.

One second, my mind floating in blissful darkness, was unawareness. The next, there was cognition.

The scent of damp soil was what registered first. I grumbled lightly as the pungent petrichor burned pleasantly in my nostrils. It wasn't until my ears started working that my will power allowed me to raise my head.

I was in the Forbidden Forest.

Wow...why wasn't I surprised?

My body slung numbly, held by a spell that stopped me from moving about. I floated inches off the floor, the body binding hex keeping me hovering so I could see the dark cloaked figures crawling about.

None of them seemed to have realized that I'd woken up. Did that mean nobody had decided to make sure to keep the spell Snape had put on me?

Where was Snape?

Keeping my eyes narrowed to slits, just in case anyone turned their heads to me, I did a quick sweep of the camp site.

There were about twenty or so death eaters...humans. They were either walking – no, pacing – or they sat around a green fire, huddled close within themselves as they thought about whatever it was that death eaters thought about...eating death, maybe...

Although their cloaks were still on, some of them had lost their masks. Some were hit hard as well, carefully trying to dab away at specks of blood or trying to sew back torn skin, tapping wand at their injuries.

I spotted the Malfoys, looking apprehensive as they stared at their wounded comrades. The woman who clutched at Lucius's arm, glanced around every once in a while. I made sure to close my eyes every time she would look in my direction.

The death eaters weren't alone. Two enormous giants hunkered just outside of the human group. Their shadows cast large spots of darkness around the place. Rock like faces stayed fixed upon the ground. I didn't know if they were maybe regretting leaving the mountains and coming here to this.

A woman stood up, tall, so thin she was probably starved and clad in a tight black corset dress that would've made it impossible for her to fight in...but I knew she had probably rained hell.

Bellatrix, her posture nervous, looked around at the Malfoys. I saw her thin lips twist in disdain before she looked away into the forest again, as if waiting for someone. She stood still, unmoving, her eyes still fixed firmly on the tree line and I stared at her, transfixed when another movement drew my eyes away. They soon widened in horror.

I wasn't the only one who had been trussed up in the Death Eater's captivity. I didn't know how I could've been so blind and careless to not think about it before when I'd been canvassing the castle earlier.

How could I forget Hagrid?

His huge body – still much smaller than the two pure blooded giants – trembled under his own weight. Unlike the spell that made me unable to move, leaving me at the base mercy of whoever had charge of me in the bunch of cruel bastards, Hagrid was tied with ropes, a tree acting as anchor point.