Somewhere in England, Saturday
Cedric didn’t see Harry much nowadays. When he did, Harry always looked worn and tired. Cedric couldn’t really fault that considering the war had basically started when Voldemort had tried to kill Harry so long ago but still, Cedric wished Harry would get some sleep.
He never actually vocalized that to Harry, though. There were more important things to discuss other than a luxury that neither of them had. Sleep could wait until everyone was safe.
The last time he’d seen Harry was to deliver the latest information on the whereabouts of the resurrection ring. It hadn’t been much, just a vague location but it’d been more than they had before. Harry had smiled briefly, a rare sight, before thanking Cedric and sending him on his way.
They were traveling by foot because it was safer. Brooms in the sky tended to make easy targets and those that chased them were growing smarter and bolder by the day. They were a small group, tired and bedraggled, but alert. They didn’t talk. Any sort of sound could draw attention to their location and there biggest advantage was stealth.
If all went right, they’d re-join Harry’s group at the same place at the same in hopes that they would surprise whomever might be after the same thing they were chasing. If they got lucky, no one would be there. But they were never lucky.
At the first touch of a breeze in his hair, Cedric narrowed his eyes and looked into the inky black distance. Nothing moved. The trees were seemingly unaffected by the breeze.
“Stop,” Cedric said, holding a hand out to signal to the rest of the group. The footsteps ceased and all that could be heard was the sound of breathing.
Cedric waited. Maybe he was growing paranoid in his old age. He’d been dead before, he deserved to be paranoid.
Nothing moved. A trick of his mind, then.
Cedric dropped his hand, signaling they could start moving again when the wind increased. His cheeks turned pink with sudden cold. For an instant, he just froze, seeing nothing but knowing what was coming.
Coming out of the darkness of the night, they swooped. Countless Dementors, shrieking and swooshing as they sped towards the group of students.
They were outnumbered.
“Run!” Cedric shouted, already feeling his feet moving towards cover. They were going to lose people this time. He knew it. “Run!”
There was no plan, no way out, no nothing. It was cold.
Cedric ran.
[NFB, NFI, OOC good to go. TBC, obvs.]
He never actually vocalized that to Harry, though. There were more important things to discuss other than a luxury that neither of them had. Sleep could wait until everyone was safe.
The last time he’d seen Harry was to deliver the latest information on the whereabouts of the resurrection ring. It hadn’t been much, just a vague location but it’d been more than they had before. Harry had smiled briefly, a rare sight, before thanking Cedric and sending him on his way.
They were traveling by foot because it was safer. Brooms in the sky tended to make easy targets and those that chased them were growing smarter and bolder by the day. They were a small group, tired and bedraggled, but alert. They didn’t talk. Any sort of sound could draw attention to their location and there biggest advantage was stealth.
If all went right, they’d re-join Harry’s group at the same place at the same in hopes that they would surprise whomever might be after the same thing they were chasing. If they got lucky, no one would be there. But they were never lucky.
At the first touch of a breeze in his hair, Cedric narrowed his eyes and looked into the inky black distance. Nothing moved. The trees were seemingly unaffected by the breeze.
“Stop,” Cedric said, holding a hand out to signal to the rest of the group. The footsteps ceased and all that could be heard was the sound of breathing.
Cedric waited. Maybe he was growing paranoid in his old age. He’d been dead before, he deserved to be paranoid.
Nothing moved. A trick of his mind, then.
Cedric dropped his hand, signaling they could start moving again when the wind increased. His cheeks turned pink with sudden cold. For an instant, he just froze, seeing nothing but knowing what was coming.
Coming out of the darkness of the night, they swooped. Countless Dementors, shrieking and swooshing as they sped towards the group of students.
They were outnumbered.
“Run!” Cedric shouted, already feeling his feet moving towards cover. They were going to lose people this time. He knew it. “Run!”
There was no plan, no way out, no nothing. It was cold.
Cedric ran.
[NFB, NFI, OOC good to go. TBC, obvs.]