Chapter 5.1- Doom Days

Harry Potter would have frozen and then been saved by a fantastically unlikely sequence of events a la Ford Anglia appearing in the middle of the Forest to rescue him from the Acromantula two years ago. Tom Riddle would have turned his wand upon the Centuars that dared to threaten him and then ultimately lost because these were not creatures easily faced in such numbers. Victor Von Doom, phD, would have opened his mouth and weaved a tale that would have so thoroughly confused the waiting Centuars that they would have ended up allowing him to leave, and maybe even given him a ride out of the forest themselves. Of course, this unholy combination of all three did neither.

I pulled on my magic, took a deep breath and jumped straight backwards into the gorge. Flying for a few seconds, I waved my wand silently chanting ‘carpe retractum’, and pointed it at one of the sturdier trees on the other end of the gorge. I heard the sound of arrow whistling by me as I pulled on my magic and used the seize and pull charm to drag me towards to the tree. Heading there, I deactivated the charm and turned towards the flying arrows. A silent ventus tossed the arrows flying at me in every direction except mine and I used the force of that wind to carry me the rest of the way towards the other side. Turning back around, arresto momentum’  brought my speed to a crawl and I easily landed on my feet, none the worse for wear.

Looking over to the Centuars found them whispering furiously among themselves. And then they reared back and began to ready their hooves to jump the gorge. Spotting my opportunity, I dropped to one knee and stabbed my wand into the ground as they began their approach.

“Aqua Eructo” I vocalised at a volume just lower than a shout as I pulled on my magic to take control of the water flowing in the gorge between us. When the first few of them made to jump, the water snatched them all from the air in one wave of force and sent them flying down the creek. A few had managed to stop their run before jumping and instead glared at me in rage.

I met their eyes, not backing down. Quite the opposite in fact. “I dare you” I said, knowing full well that heir senses were developed enough to pick up my threat across the distance. Almost as one, they harrumphed and began to trot in the direction their fellows had just been taking. All but one of them it seemed.

“That was a mistake, Harry Potter” Firenze said, still standing next to the wolf he had killed.

“I don’t like being threatened. It was self defence” I replied.

“Bane would have never attacked you without prompting. In doing what you have done now, you have made an enemy of all Centaur-kind. Flee this forest, Harry Potter. Never return, for even I will hunt you if you do” He said, before reaching down to grab the wolf carcass and toss it over his shoulder. He left in a slow canter.

Fuck.

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