Catching Water (Discontinued, rewrite in progress)

Unicorns and Centaurs

Demigods are naturally labelled troublemakers. The ADHD and the Dyslexia obviously doesn’t help. Because of this, I’ve received hundreds of detentions (probably not hundreds, I just can’t count. Hey! I didn’t even get to go to school for the first ten years of my life.) Cleaning out cauldrons, writing lines like ‘I must not poke Crabbe with my wand,’ cleaning the trophy room, you could name it and it probably would be on the list just for this year. And yes, that does include going into a potentially dangerous forest to track down a unicorn. Well… technically, that’s what my current detention is.

I had volunteered to help Harry and Hermione deliver Norbert out of the castle when they arrived. The plan was to sneak into the astronomy tower and deliver the dragon into the hands of Charlie’s friends. I was to keep an eye out for them and explain things to them when they arrived.

Unfortunately, though it worked like a charm, we were idiots. Even me, I’d admit, though several people would argue that I’m always an idiot. We left the invisibility cloak at the top of the tower, and were caught by Filch. The smile on his face was probably the scariest expression I’d ever seen him make. That doesn’t say much, since I had about a bajillion half siblings (scary faces run in the family) try to kill me last summer. Still, he practically pulled us into Professor McGonagall’s office, where she took about 200 points from Gryffindor and gave the four of us detention. What was worse was the fact that Neville had been out also, trying to warn us. Of course, he’d been caught too.

I only complained about being given detention because there were many more useful things I could be doing; figuring out on how to multitask helping Percy back in America and keeping Snape from getting the stone (Harry had heard Quirrell being threatened again.

The silver lining: Malfoy got detention as well. He had spied on us while we had been with the dragon and had warned Professor McGonagall. He probably should have done it during dinner or something. That way, he wouldn’t of had to come with us.

“Serves you right.” I mutter to him as we walk through the forest with Hagrid. “We were trying to help someone. You wanted to help yourself. Now, not only are my friends incredibly miserable, I’m incredibly angry with you. And that’s saying something, because I’m normally just angry with you. You need to think about your morals a bit more.”

I can tell he’s not in the mood to make snarky comments, because he doesn’t reply.

I nod my head, strutting forward towards Neville. “Are you alright?”

He sniffed. “My gran is going to be so angry.”

“Don’t worry about what your gran is going to say.” I try to reassure him. “Worry about you.”

He groans as a wolf howls. I tense, and get ready to change into my animagus form. This is unnecessary.

“Look there.” Hagrid says. “See that stuff shinin’ on the ground? The silvery stuff? That’s unicorn blood, that is.”

“There’s been a hurt unicorn?” I ask, reaching for my wand. I’d grown quite fond of the idea of a unicorn, as I’d technically be related to them. I did have a tail hair in my wand.

“Yes.” Hagrid replies. “We’re gonna try and find it. For now, we’re gonna split int’ two parties an’ follow the trail in different directions.”

“I want Fang.” Malfoy says quickly.

“Alright.” Hagrid says. “I warn you, ‘s a coward.”

He explains that Malfoy, Neville, and I would be one group, and he, Harry, and Hermione would be the other. Unfortunately, those groups don’t work out well. I try to concentrate on finding the unicorn, but Malfoy’s too intent on scaring Neville.