Why?
Why was this happening?
All I did was take a nap, so why was I here? And why was Malfoy here too?
Professor Snape's Draught of Living Death was astonishingly potent. Having woken up early, Zhang Xiao felt weak all over, his body limp and utterly drained of energy.
He simply lay in his rocking chair, staring blankly at the ceiling as Draco Malfoy towed him along at a run.
He tried to work out exactly what had gone wrong to land him somewhere he had no business being.
Every so often, Ron topped up the Levitation Charm on his chair with that mangled incantation of his.
Every time he said it, it was like flipping a switch in Hermione, making the little witch shout involuntarily:
"Ron, it's Levi-o-sa, not Levio-saaa!"
"Enough, Hermione! We're running for our lives, not sitting in class!"
Ron shouted indignantly, while Harry brought up the rear, turning back now and then to fire off a Minor Jinx or two.
As for what they were supposedly running from, several creatures resembling black panthers were following them. They weren't particularly aggressive, though; they seemed more interested in playing.
Had they really wanted to attack, the lot of them would barely have made one meal.
Matagots split when attacked, and the French often used them as guards.
They had little choice, really, given how unreliable their own countrymen were-unless the Minister for Magic happened to be a woman or a foreigner.
As for what exactly had happened...
He had no idea.
As for what they were supposed to do...
He had no idea.
The young wizards were too busy running to explain any of the details.
This place seemed to be a maze. Zhang Xiao watched the ceiling change constantly overhead. They had been running for nearly