Fred Weasley (sonnerie) wrote in snitchers, @ 2018-04-30 21:14:00 |
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The howl cut through silence of the night like a knife. Dread fell over Fred's shoulders like a cloak. Even before the sun set, Fred had felt a certain sense of foreboding that he couldn't shake. He heard the beast crash through something in the distance, and a scream of terror. He leapt down the stairs, taking them three at a time, and burst into the dark shop floor, his wand ready. He wasn't stupid enough to rush out into the street, not silly enough to run into the danger without knowing where the beast actually was, but he couldn't hide in his flat and let someone fall victim to another of Lucius Malfoy's murderous plans. He crept towards the window, keeping low, assuming the outline of his figure would be hidden in the shadows. He could hear something running along the cobblestones. If it was someone fleeing from the wolf he could grab them and bring them into the shop. He could at least barricade them both in the basement until the sun rose. He pressed his face against the window, trying to peer down the rows of shops. Like an explosion the shop window shattered. There was no warning, no glimpse of the thing before it threw itself at him. All of a sudden Fred's world was full of fur, claws and snarling, gnashing teeth. His wand was gone from his hand, though he hadn't felt himself lose grip of it. The shards of glass had slashed his fingers. He cried out and tried to dodge behind a shelf of brightly-coloured joke products, but the little wooden frame wasn't going to protect him against a werewolf. Not one that could taste his blood in the air. He screamed as the weight of it fell on top of him and he felt a eruption of agony in his shoulder. Hot blood soaked through his clothes, and somewhere far away in Ivy's pocket, the hand of her pocket-watch swung around to mortal peril. |