Ron Weasley walked towards the Forbidden Forest, his wand
hanging loosely by his side. He trudge morosely pass the tall trees, his eyes
darting around, his wand held tightly. Shadows darkened the path ahead.
“Lumos,” Ron muttered pointing his wand in front of him.
The pathway was clear now. He continued walking his footsteps dampened by the
thick undergrowth. And then he saw it.
It was big; it was heavy, and it was . . . asleep. Grawp’s
snores broke the silence of the night. Moonlight glinted on the object he held
in his arms close to his chest. Ron’s goal.
Ron crept closer, silently. The hunt had begun.
* * * *
Magorian galloped through the undergrowth, his hooves
carefully treading nothing but damp soil. His bow held at the ready, a quiver
of bows strapped tightly to his back. His centaur eyes adapted easily to the
He could see the individual blades of the grass as easily
as if it were daylight. Twigs littered the ground. Magorian stepped carefully
without a sound. He tightened his grip on his bow. And there it was.
It was already open, which meant that somebody had already
been there before. Good, he need not wrest it from the giant. The thrill of the
hunt sent shivers down his spine. Silently, he trotted forward.
* * * *
The pack leader sniffed the ground. The unmistakable scent
of flesh assailed him. The hunt will prove successful. Saliva dripped from his
snout as he anticipated the feast that awaited him. His pack surrounded him,
their eyes questioning. The pack leader howled and loped off.
* * * *
Ron moved away on silent feet. A light breeze cooled his
face. A cold trickle of sweat ran down his back, as he made for Aragog’s lair.
Click! Click! Click! Ron froze but he quelled a sudden
surge of fear inside of him. He averted his yes from the rows of spiders
looking menacingly at him and stared instead at the sleeping Acromantula. A
glint of silver on its back told Ron all he needed to know.
“Wingardium Leviosa,” he whispered. The silver box rose in
to the air and came towards him. Ron caught it and read the parchment within.
He closed it and disappeared, reappearing on Aragog’s back.
His broom sped towards him. Aragog shifted. Ron clambered
on the board and flew silently over the spiders to the woods beyond.
* * * *
Magorian galloped towards the clearing. Click! Click!
Click! Came the unmistakable sound of spiders. Magorian pulled out his vile of
Everlasting Fire, and lit his bow. With a roar, he ran forward.
Pincers scratched his legs, but Magorian ignored the
searing pain. His hoofs trampled those foolish to meet his charge. As he
approached the Acromantula, he gave a giant leap.
Aragog roared in anger as the centaur’s hooves smashed
at his face. He slapped the centaur with one leg and smelled the unmistakable
scent of blood. Then, he howled in pain as the centaur’s arrow clipped his
side. Magorian staggered forwards, blood flowing from his side. He pulled out
the parchment and read its contents then fled from the spiders.
* * * *
The werewolves arrived at the clearing where the last
of the spiders had cleared away. The pack leader tasted blood, and he surged
forward, burying his nose to a patch of dark stained grass. They were on the
* * *
Ron jumped off his broom and slung it over his
shoulder. He pulled out his wand and stared at the cave mouth.
‘‘Lumos” he whispered.
The cave lit up immediately, but the spell’s effect
only covered 2 meters in front of him. Ron started forward but stopped as he
sensed someone behind him.
“Well, boy, you’ve gotten this far haven’t you?”
Magorian cried galloping past him. “Why you…!” Ron’s words trailed off to
nothingness. Muttering darkly about cheaters, he ran after Magorian.
* * * *
Magorian laughed as he galloped off, leaving the human
idiot behind him. As he galloped, head thrown back in convulsive laughter, he
failed to notice the six silent shadows that ran past him. Only when he stopped
laughing that he realized that he was screwed.
There, surrounding him was a phalanx formation of
snarling, salivating werewolves.
* * * *
Ron Weasley clambered half-heartedly through the cave
irritated that Magorian had overtaken him. He noticed that a patch of the
ground was covered in hoof prints. Probably
where Magorian did his victory dance, Ron thought. He laughed at the
idea of the centaur doing a Muggle tap dance.
He arrived at a chamber and in front of him were four
doors. “Oh, this is easy. It’s either the first door or the last door. I’ve
seen it in Muggle movies.” He said to no one.
Absently, he noticed that there were no hoof prints in
the chamber. Ron opened the first door. A flock of bats flew towards him
brandishing deadly fangs as they flew past.
The chamber was filled with a brilliant light. The
bats shrieked and fell to the ground. “Wrong door!” he muttered. He walked
towards the last door, and saw a stream of red light coming towards him from a
rod attached to the wall.
The stunning spell rebounded, smashing the rod and
temporarily disarming the trap. “Okay .So, I was wrong.” muttered Ron to
He opened the second door and a deadly looking plant
waved its tentacles threathingly. Ron shut the door immediately as a tentacle
came speeding towards him.
That left the third door. Wand at the ready, Ron
pushed it open and sidestepped. Nothing came out. He peered inside and saw the
object of his quest, the trophy. He ran inside, and clutched it just as a
bloodied Magorian burst into the room.
* * * *
Ron blinked, his eyes adjusting to the sunlight
streaming into a clearing in the Forbidden Forest, as a thunderous applause
greeted him. Ron positively beamed as the whole school applauded him.
Dumbledore’s voice, magnified ten times, boomed “Ronald Weasley, the champion
of the Forbidden Forest Challenge.”