“Look—” he murmured, holding out his arm to stop Malfoy.
Something bright white was gleaming on the ground. They inched closer.
It was the unicorn all right, and it was dead.
Harry 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. Harry had taken one step
toward it when a slithering sound made him freeze where he stood.
A bush on the edge of
the clearing quivered. . . . Then, out of the shadows, a black hooded figure
came crawling across the ground like some stalking beast. Harry, Malfoy, 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.
“AAAAAAAAAAARGH!” Malfoy let out a terrible scream and bolted—so did Fang.
The
hooded figure raised its head and looked right at Harry—unicorn blood was
dribbling down its front. It got to its feet and came swiftly toward Harry—he
couldn’t move for fear.
It was a black face. Covered in gore. Bits of flesh mixed with
spittle on his chin. Dead soulless eyes looked at Harry.
“All that is white must die. They are the evil that will destroy
this realm. Now is the time for the true Kings and Queens to claim their
rightful place!”
Harry shuddered in fear but he still had to ask “Why did you
have to kill such a beautiful creature?”
“Only black lives matter you cretin. Soon you will all feel
our wrath.”
Harry couldn’t face such evil alone. He turned and fled after the others.
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