Book: Courage
Chapter 11
Word Count: 3988
The following morning, Layla told her friends the story about how she and Cedric were caught on the Quidditch pitch after curfew and were given a detention. In return, much to Layla's relief, Hermione told her that she, Harry, and Neville were also given detention. Hermione didn't go into much detail about why the detention was given, mainly because it looked like she was deeply ashamed, so Layla didn't question it. She was just happy that Hermione, Harry, and Neville would be in detention with her. But her mood slightly dampened when she heard that apparently Draco was also given detention...
At breakfast, Layla was opening her usual package of white chocolate exploding bon bons from her dad when a note fell in front of her. She opened it.
I'm sorry for getting you in trouble yesterday.
I really wasn't expecting us to get caught.
It's all my fault and I'm so so sorry.
I promise I'll make it up to you when I can!
From Cedric
Layla looked around until she saw Cedric staring at her from the Hufflepuff table. She shot him a smile and mouthed to him, 'it's okay, you're forgiven'. Layla was never the type of girl to hold grudges. She knew that Cedric never meant for last night to end the way it did. They just should have been more careful.
Moments later, another note fell in front of her at the breakfast table, but the same note also fell in front of Harry, Hermione, and Neville. All of them read:
Your detention will take place at eleven o'clock tonight. Meet Mr Filch in the entrance hall.
Prof. M. McGonagall
At eleven o'clock that night, Harry, Layla, and Hermione said good-bye to Ron in the common room and went down to the entrance hall with Neville. Filch was already there — and so was Draco.
"Follow me," said Filch, lighting a lamp and leading them outside. "I bet you'll think twice about breaking a school rule again, won't you, eh?" he said, leering at them. "Oh yes... hard work and pain are the best teachers if you ask me... it's just a pity they let the old punishments die out... hang you by your wrists from the ceiling for a few days, I've got the chains still in my office, keep 'em well oiled in case they're ever needed. Right, off we go, and don't think of running off, now, it'll be worse for you if you do."
They marched off across the dark grounds. Neville kept sniffing so Layla grabbed his hand, giving it a small squeeze and shooting Neville a reassuring smile. When Neville smiled back and calmed down a little, Layla let go of his hand.
Layla wondered what their punishment was going to be. It must be something really horrible, or Filch wouldn't be sounding so delighted.
The moon was bright, but clouds scudding across it kept throwing them into darkness. Ahead, Layla could see the lighted windows of Hagrid's hut. Then they heard a distant shout.
"Is that you, Filch? Hurry up, I want ter get started."
Layla's heart rose; if they were going to be working with Hagrid it wouldn't be so bad. His relief must have showed in her face, because Filch said, "I suppose you think you'll be enjoying yourself with that oaf? Well, think again, girl — it's into the forest you're going and I'm much mistaken if you'll all come out in one piece."
At this, Neville let out a little moan, and Draco stopped dead in his tracks.
"The forest?" he repeated, and he didn't sound quite as cool as usual. "We can't go in there at night — there's all sorts of things in there — werewolves, I heard."
"That's your problem, isn't it?" said Filch, his voice cracking with glee. "Should've thought of them werewolves before you got in trouble, shouldn't you?"
Hagrid came striding toward them out of the dark, Fang at his heel. He was carrying his large crossbow, and a quiver of arrows hung over his shoulder.
"Abou' time," he said. "I bin waitin' fer half an hour already. All right, Harry, Layla, Hermione?"
"I shouldn't be too friendly to them, Hagrid," said Filch coldly, "they're here to be punished, after all."
"That's why yer late, is it?" said Hagrid, frowning at Filch. "Bin lecturin' them, eh? 'Snot your place ter do that. Yeh've done yer bit, I'll take over from here."
"I'll be back at dawn," said Filch, "for what's left of them," he added nastily, and he turned and started back toward the castle, his lamp bobbing away in the darkness.
Draco now turned to Hagrid.
"I'm not going in that forest," he said, and Layla was pleased to hear the note of panic in his voice.
"Yeh are if yeh want ter stay at Hogwarts," said Hagrid fiercely. "Yeh've done wrong an' now yeh've got ter pay fer it."
"But this is servant stuff, it's not for students to do. I thought we'd be copying lines or something, if my father knew I was doing this, he'd—"
"—tell yer that's how it is at Hogwarts," Hagrid growled. "Copyin' lines! What good's that ter anyone? Yeh'll do summat useful or yeh'll get out. If yeh think yer father'd rather you were expelled, then get back off ter the castle an' pack. Go on."
Draco didn't move. He looked at Hagrid furiously, but then dropped his gaze.
"Right then," said Hagrid, "now, listen carefully, 'cause it's dangerous what we're gonna do tonight, an' I don' want no one takin' risks. Follow me over here a moment."
He led them to the very edge of the forest. Holding his lamp up high, he pointed down a narrow, winding earth track that disappeared into the thick black trees. A light breeze lifted their hair as they looked into the forest.
"Look there," said Hagrid, "see that stuff shinin' on the ground? Silvery stuff? That's unicorn blood. There's a unicorn in there bin hurt badly by summat. This is the second time in a week. I found one dead last Wednesday. We're gonna try an' find the poor thing. We might have ter put it out of its misery."
"And what if whatever hurt the unicorn finds us first?" said Draco, unable to keep the fear out of his voice.
"There's nothin' that lives in the forest that'll hurt yeh if yer with me or Fang," said Hagrid. "An' keep ter the path. Right, now, we're gonna split inter two parties an' follow the trail in diff'rent directions. There's blood all over the place, it must've bin staggerin' around since last night at least."
"I want Fang," said Draco quickly, looking at Fang's long teeth.
"All right, but I warn yeh, he's a coward," said Hagrid.
"So me, Harry, an' Layla'll go one way an' Draco, Neville, Hermione, an' Fang'll go the other. Now, if any of us finds the unicorn, we'll send up green sparks, right? Get yer wands out an' practice now — that's it — an' if anyone gets in trouble, send up red sparks, an' we'll all come an' find yeh — so, be careful — let's go."
The forest was black and silent. A little way into it they reached a fork in the earth path, and Harry, Layla, and Hagrid took the left path while Malfoy, Neville, and Fang took the right.
They walked in silence, their eyes on the ground. Every now and then a ray of moonlight through the branches above lit a spot of silver-blue blood on the fallen leaves.
"Could a werewolf be killing the unicorns?" Harry asked.
"Not fast enough," said Hagrid. "It's not easy ter catch a unicorn, they're powerful magic creatures. I never knew one ter be hurt before."
They walked past a mossy tree stump. Layla could hear running water; there must be a stream somewhere close by. There were still spots of unicorn blood here and there along the winding path.
"You all right, Layla?" Hagrid whispered. "Don' worry, it can't've gone far if it's this badly hurt, an' then we'll be able ter — GET BEHIND THAT TREE!"
Hagrid seized Layla and Harry and hoisted them off the path behind a towering oak. He pulled out an arrow and fitted it into his crossbow, raising it, ready to fire. The three of them listened. Something was slithering over dead leaves nearby: it sounded like a cloak trailing along the ground. Hagrid was squinting up the dark path, but after a few seconds, the sound faded away.
"I knew it, " he murmured. "There's summat in here that shouldn' be."
"A werewolf?" Harry suggested.
"That wasn' no werewolf an' it wasn' no unicorn, neither," said Hagrid grimly. "Right, follow me, but careful, now."
They walked more slowly, ears straining for the faintest sound. Suddenly, in a clearing ahead, something definitely moved.
"Who's there?" Hagrid called. "Show yerself — I'm armed!"
And into the clearing came — was it a man, or a horse? To the waist, a man, with red hair and beard, but below that was a horse's gleaming chestnut body with a long, reddish tail. Harry's jaws dropped but Layla just smiled at the creature.
"It's a centaur! My dad's told me about them and I've researched them but I've never seen one in person before!"
"Oh, it's you, Ronan," said Hagrid in relief. "How are yeh?"
He walked forward and shook the centaur's hand.
"Good evening to you, Hagrid," said Ronan. He had a deep, sorrowful voice. "Were you going to shoot me?"
"Can't be too careful, Ronan," said Hagrid, patting his crossbow. "There's summat bad loose in this forest. This is Harry Potter an' Layla Lupin, by the way. Students up at the school. An' this is Ronan, you two. Like you said, Layla, he's a centaur."
"Good evening," said Ronan. "Students, are you? And do you learn much, up at the school?"
"Erm—"
"A bit," said Layla with a shrug.
"A bit. Well, that's something." Ronan sighed. He flung back his head and stared at the sky. "Mars is bright tonight."
"Yeah," said Hagrid, glancing up, too. "Listen, I'm glad we've run inter yeh, Ronan, 'cause there's a unicorn bin hurt — you seen anythin'?"
Ronan didn't answer immediately. He stared unblinkingly upward, then sighed again.
"Always the innocent are the first victims," he said. "So it has been for ages past, so it is now."
"Yeah," said Hagrid, "but have yeh seen anythin', Ronan? Anythin' unusual?"
"Mars is bright tonight," Ronan repeated, while Hagrid watched him impatiently. "Unusually bright."
"Yeah, but I was meanin' anythin' unusual a bit nearer home," said Hagrid. "So yeh haven't noticed anythin' strange?"
Yet again, Ronan took a while to answer. At last, he said, "The forest hides many secrets."
A movement in the trees behind Ronan made Hagrid raise his bow again, but it was only a second centaur, black-haired and -bodied and wilder-looking than Ronan.
"Hullo, Bane," said Hagrid. "All right?"
"Good evening, Hagrid, I hope you are well?"
"Well enough. Look, I've jus' bin askin' Ronan, you seen anythin' odd in here lately? There's a unicorn bin injured — would yeh know anythin' about it?"
Bane walked over to stand next to Ronan. He looked skyward. "Mars is bright tonight," he said simply.
"We've heard," said Hagrid grumpily. "Well, if either of you do see anythin', let me know, won't yeh? We'll be off, then."
Layla and Harry followed him out of the clearing, staring over their shoulders at Ronan and Bane until the trees blocked their view.
"Never," said Hagrid irritably, "try an' get a straight answer out of a centaur. Ruddy stargazers. Not interested in anythin' closer'n the moon."
"Are there many of them in here?" asked Harry.
"Oh, a fair few. Keep themselves to themselves mostly, but they're good enough about turnin' up if ever I want a word. They're deep, mind, centaurs... they know things... jus' don' let on much."
"D'you think that was a centaur we heard earlier?" said Layla.
"Did that sound like hooves to you? Nah, if yeh ask me, that was what's bin killin' the unicorns — never heard anythin' like it before."
They walked on through the dense, dark trees. Layla kept looking nervously over her shoulder. She'd always had a gift for being overly aware of her surroundings and she had a nasty feeling they were being watched. She was very glad they had Hagrid and his crossbow with them. They had just passed a bend in the path when Layla grabbed Hagrid's arm.
"Hagrid! Look! Red sparks, the others are in trouble!"
"You two wait here!" Hagrid shouted. "Stay on the path, I'll come back for yeh!"
They heard him crashing away through the undergrowth and stood looking at each other, very scared, until they couldn't hear anything but the rustling of leaves around them.
"You don't think they've been hurt, do you?" whispered Layla, concerned for Neville, Hermione, and even Draco. She held a strong dislike towards Draco but that didn't mean that she wanted him getting hurt.
"I don't care if Malfoy has, but if something's got Hermione or Neville..."
The minutes dragged by. Their ears seemed sharper than usual. Layla's seemed to be picking up every sigh of the wind, every cracking twig. What was going on? Where were the others?
At last, a great crunching noise announced Hagrid's return. Hermione, Draco, Neville, and Fang were with him. Hagrid was fuming. Malfoy, it seemed, had sneaked up behind Neville and grabbed him as a joke. Neville had panicked and sent up the sparks before Hermione could stop him. Of course, Draco got a huge slap to the back of the head by Hermione after the sparks were sent up.
"We'll be lucky ter catch anythin' now, with the racket you three were makin'. Right, we're changin' groups — Neville an' Hermione, you stay with me. Harry an' Layla, you go with Fang an' this idiot. I'm sorry," Hagrid added in a whisper to Layla and Harry, "but he'll have a harder time frightenin' you, an' we've gotta get this done."
So Layla set off into the heart of the forest with Harry, Draco, and Fang. They walked for nearly half an hour, deeper and deeper into the forest, until the path became almost impossible to follow because the trees were so thick. Layla thought the blood seemed to be getting thicker. There were splashes on the roots of a tree, as though the poor creature had been thrashing around in pain close by. Layla could see a clearing ahead, through the tangled branches of an ancient oak.
"Look—" she murmured, holding out her arm to stop Harry and Draco.
Something bright white was gleaming on the ground. They inched closer.
It was the unicorn all right, and it was dead. Layla had never seen anything so beautiful and sad. Its long, slender legs were stuck out at odd angles where it had fallen and its mane was spread pearly-white on the dark leaves.
Layla had taken one step toward it when a slithering sound made her freeze where she stood. A bush on the edge of the clearing quivered. Then, out of the shadows, a hooded figure came crawling across the ground like some stalking beast. Harry, Layla, Draco, and Fang stood transfixed. The cloaked figure reached the unicorn, lowered its head over the wound in the animal's side, and began to drink its blood.
"AAAAAAAAAARGH!"
Draco let out a terrible scream and bolted — so did Fang.
"Coward," muttered Layla, annoyed that Draco had just left them. The hooded figure raised its head and looked right at Layla and Harry — unicorn blood was dribbling down its front. It got to its feet and came swiftly toward Layla and Harry — Layla couldn't move for fear.
Harry staggered backward, gripping the lightning bolt scar on his forehead. Layla turned towards him, worried.
"Harry? Are you okay? We need to go, now!"
She heard hooves behind her, galloping, and something jumped clean over both Layla and Harry, charging at the figure.
Harry suddenly fell to his knees in pain, still clutching his head. Layla's worry increased.
"Harry!"
She rushed closer to Harry, kneeling in front of him, panicked.
"What's wrong? Are you hurt? Tell me what to do, I don't know what to do to help! What's wrong?"
It took a minute or two for Harry's pain to pass.
"I'm okay now, Layla, I promise," reassured Harry, causing Layla to sigh in relief, relaxing. She turned to see if the hooded figure was still there, or whatever it was that jumped over them, but when she looked up, the figure had gone. A centaur was standing over them, not Ronan or Bane; he had white-blond hair and a palomino body.
"Are you two all right?" said the centaur, pulling Harry to his feet and then reaching a hand out to help Layla up.
"Yes, thank you," said Harry.
"What was that?" asked Layla, still a little fearful.
The centaur didn't answer. He had astonishingly blue eyes, like pale sapphires. He looked carefully at Harry, his eyes lingering on the scar that stood out, livid, on Harry's forehead.
"You are the Potter boy," he said. "And you," he turned to Layla, "with your skin complexion, your eye colour, your facial features... you must be the daughter of Remus Lupin and his late wife, Eliana. I knew both of them when they were at Hogwarts, even after."
His words left Layla to wonder just how popular her parents really were in school. Everyone seemed to know her as Remus and Eliana's daughter. She wondered how so many people knew her parents.
The centaur paused, looking between the two students, before he spoke again.
"You had better get back to Hagrid. The forest is not safe at this time — especially for you. Can you ride? It will be quicker this way. My name is Firenze," he added, as he lowered himself on to his front legs so that Layla and Harry could clamber onto his back. Harry sat closer to the front, leaving Layla to sit behind him, clutching onto Harry tightly so she didn't fall off.
There was suddenly a sound of more galloping from the other side of the clearing. Ronan and Bane came bursting through the trees, their flanks heaving and sweaty.
"Firenze!" Bane thundered. "What are you doing? You have two humans on your back! Have you no shame? Are you a common mule?"
"Do you realize who these are?" said Firenze. "This is the Potter boy and Remus Lupin's child. The quicker they leave this forest, the better."
"What have you been telling them?" growled Bane. "Remember, Firenze, we are sworn not to set ourselves against the heavens. Have we not read what is to come in the movements of the planets?"
Ronan pawed the ground nervously. "I'm sure Firenze thought he was acting for the best," he said in his gloomy voice.
Bane kicked his back legs in anger.
"For the best! What is that to do with us? Centaurs are concerned with what has been foretold! It is not our business to run around like donkeys after stray humans in our forest!"
Firenze suddenly reared on to his hind legs in anger, so that Harry had to grab his shoulders to stay on and Layla had to tighten her grip around Harry's waist.
"Do you not see that unicorn?" Firenze bellowed at Bane. "Do you not understand why it was killed? Or have the planets not let you in on that secret? I set myself against what is lurking in this forest, Bane, yes, with humans alongside me if I must."
And Firenze whisked around; with Layla and Harry clutching on as best they could, they plunged off into the trees, leaving Ronan and Bane behind them.
"Why's Bane so angry?" Layla asked. "What was that thing you saved us from, anyway?"
Firenze slowed to a walk, warned Layla and Harry to keep their heads bowed in case of low-hanging branches, but did not answer Layla's question. They made their way through the trees in silence. They were passing through a particularly dense patch of trees, however, when Firenze suddenly stopped.
"Young students, do you know what unicorn blood is used for?"
"No," said Harry, startled by the odd question. "We've only used the horn and tail hair in Potions."
"I think I've heard stories of unicorn blood," said Layla. "My mum used to tell me things about it before she died. Apparently the blood of a unicorn will keep you alive, even if you are an inch from death, but at a terrible price. Someone who has killed something pure and defenseless to save themselves will have a half-life, a cursed life, from the moment they drink unicorn's blood."
"That's right, Layla Lupin," Firenze nodded.
"But who'd be that desperate?" Harry wondered. "If you're going to be cursed forever, deaths better, isn't it?"
"It is," Firenze agreed, "unless all you need is to stay alive long enough to drink something else — something that will bring you back to full strength and power — something that will mean you can never die. Do you two know what is hidden in the school at this very moment?"
"The Sorcerer's Stone!" said Harry.
"Of course," Layla realised, her eyes widening. "The Elixir of Life! But I don't understand who—"
"Can you think of nobody who has waited many years to return to power, who has clung to life, awaiting their chance?"
"Do you mean," Harry croaked, "that was Vol—"
"Layla! Harry! Are you guys all right?"
Hermione was running toward them down the path, Hagrid puffing along behind her.
"We're fine," said Layla reassuringly.
"The unicorn's dead, Hagrid," told Harry. "It's in that clearing back there."
"This is where I leave you," Firenze murmured as Hagrid hurried off to examine the unicorn. "You are safe now."
Layla and Harry both slid off his back.
"Good luck, children," said Firenze. "The planets have been read wrongly before now, even by centaurs. I hope this is one of those times."
He turned and cantered back into the depths of the forest.
Ron had fallen asleep in the dark common room, waiting for them to return. He shouted something about Quidditch fouls when Layla shook him awake. In a matter of seconds, though, he was wide-eyed as Harry began to tell him and Hermione what he and Layla had witnessed in the forest.
"Snape wants the stone for Voldemort... and Voldemort's waiting in the forest... and all this time we thought Snape just wanted to get rich..."
"Stop saying the name!" said Ron in a terrified whisper, as if he thought Voldemort could hear them.
Harry wasn't listening.
"Firenze saved Layla and I, but he shouldn't have done so. Bane was furious... he was talking about interfering with what the planets say is going to happen. They must show that Voldemort's coming back. Bane thinks Firenze should have let Voldemort kill me.. I suppose that's written in the stars as well."
"Will you stop saying the name!" Ron hissed.
"It's just a name, Ron," Layla sighed. "I promise the name won't hurt you."
"So all I've got to wait for now is Snape to steal the Stone," Harry went on feverishly, "then Voldemort will be able to come and finish me off. Well, I suppose Bane'll be happy."
"Harry, everyone says Dumbledore's the only one You-Know-Who was ever afraid of. With Dumbledore around, You-Know-Who won't touch you," said Layla reassuringly.
"Yes, that's true," Hermione agreed. "Anyway, who says the centaurs are right? It sounds like fortune-telling to me, and Professor McGonagall says that's a very imprecise branch of magic."
The sky had turned light before they stopped talking. They went to bed exhausted, their throats sore.