I’m so hungry now omg
Hermione’s eyes closed shut as a stream of screams protruded her ears. All around her, chaos was taking place, madness running amok inside the Ministry of Magic. Someone has discovered them: two undesirable wizards running along with a werewolf accused of killing over a dozen muggles. Her feet kept moving, running towards Harry and Jacob. “Run. Run. Run,” she urged herself forward.
“Hermione,” she heard Jacob yell. She saw the fear in his eyes, the look of shock, of anger. She turned her head and found a group of wizards on her tails. Her feet ached and her heart raced. Just a few more steps.
Grabbing Jacob and Harry’s hands, they disapparated. Just in time to hear one spell echo across the vortex: Sectumsempra. When Hermione opened her eyes, they were in a secluded forest, one that seemed untouched. “Harry,” she called out as she rolled to her side and propped herself up.
“Here,” the reply came. Harry walked towards her. “Where’s Jacob?”
As if to answer his question, a scream shot through the stillness of the woods. Harry and Hermione ran towards the wounded werewolf. In his human skin, he looked vulnerable. Tears sting Hermione’s vision. “Harry, we need to do something. The man used a spell. Sectumsempra. Harry, this isn’t a typical spell we learn. It’s dark magic. Please…” Hermione’s eyes begged Harry. “Please Harry. He needs help.”
Harry’s mind shot back to the scene with Malfoy in the prefect’s bathroom. “Vulnera Sanentur,” he whispered to no one in particular.
“What,” Hermione asked.
Harry looked up to meet Hermione’s questioning eyes. “Vulnera Sanentur. Snape used it on Malfoy. Trust me.” Harry’s memory of that fight pushed him to the edge of his comfort. ”He’ll be alright, Hermione,” he reassured her, but Hermione was already chanting the spell over Jacob’s bloodied body.
I was too distracted by his arms.. so nice omg
G-Dragon’s response to the marijuana reports.
Water you doing you silly cat?