 Horses Forever! l l Writer for Life l Yearbook alumnus
Emerald Poison
26. Morsmordre
Firenze walked into the shadow of one of the ashes growing near Hagrid’s hut. This was as close as he dared to go to the Forbidden Forest, for fear of drawing out his herd again and seeing their eyes, bent on revenge, spark loathing at him. He didn’t want to think about them. He wouldn’t accept the way things were – he had seen it the stars that one day he’d be reunited with his herd. And he refused to contemplate that he might have misread this message.
Looking back to the castle, he froze. There was much to much activity going on there for such a late hour of the night, and why were there so many colourful flashes lighting up behind the many windows of the school?
The centaur had already turned back to his temporary home when he noticed the green fumes forming a skull with a snake protruding from the mouth, obliterating the pure stars with its emerald poison.
Voldemort. There was indeed something very wrong happening, and reflections concerning the Forest and his herd would simply have to wait.
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