45. Tarantallegra
Harry, Ron, and Hermione went their separate ways once outside the office of the Headmaster. Harry was going out into the forest to meet Voldemort himself. Ron would be joining the others in the Great Hall. Meanwhile, she would be retrieving whatever the Dark Lord left behind of Severus in the Shrieking Shack. She hoped that it was as she expected, he’d use his snake. She knew it would probably seem like ironic justice to the evil git. She didn’t dwell on the thought of all the ways he could kill Severus without using the snake. She would need her full faculties for traversing the battlefield. Thankfully, most of Voldemort’s followers were going to meet Harry in the Forest for whatever plan Harry had to kill him. She hoped it was a good one. So she only encountered one giant who was still trying to knock the walls off the castle, she yelled fiercely, “Tarantallegra!” It danced haphazardly, also making a diversion so she could slip into the shack unnoticed.
He was pale, lying in a pool of his blood. He had managed to swallow the bezoar at least but he was still bleeding from a violent looking neck gash. |