von Linda Black
The wind burned in her eyes like fire, the branches hit her face but she rode on. She couldn’t afford being late. Her black horse ran as fast as it could but she still pushed it on. Finally she arrived on a clearing. Antonin Dolohow was already waiting for her. She jumped off her horse and hugged him. He quickly kissed her, but let go as she pushed him away. Ashamed, he looked away. She pretended to not see his red face and said: “Is he there?”
“Yes”, he answered, relieved she had changed the subject so quickly. He started walking through the forest towards the castle. She followed him. In doing that, she pulled the mask over her eyes. They passed the dementors without being stopped. Dolohow was an often-seen visitor and he had announced that he would be accompanied tonight. They walked into the great hall, past some death-eaters, all with their masks on. In a far corner, they saw a man lying on the floor. His face was covered in blood and he was shivering. The black lady looked at him. She couldn’t take her eyes of him. So this was Sirius Black. A silent tear trickled down her cheek, a tear that Dolohow quickly swept away. She looked at him and nodded. Then she left again. As soon as she was out of the castle, she ran as fast as she could. She ran through the trees, until her heart was beating so fast that she couldn’t breathe anymore. Her knees got week and whimpering, she leaned to a tree. Suddenly he was beside her again. Antonin had followed her and now had his hand around her shoulder. He pulled her towards him and she silently cried on his shoulder. “You’re going to find him, right?” he asked. She nodded. Actually, she had decided a long time ago. “Yes”, she whispered. “I need to find Harry Potter. I need to get revenge.”
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