Expecto Patronum (Narrative)

Expecto Patronum! The green light streamed across the forest. “Go, to your destination!” snapped Snape. The sparkling silver doe sped into the darkness of the forest. It was as quiet as a mouse;it weaved in and out of the giant trees. The light shone bright as the moon, it galloped at lightning speed, suddenly stopping as it came to a clearing of a meadow, full of daisies and luscious green grass. He playfully leaped through the meadow, and then he approached the dense part of the forest.

The was a winding path, but in the way was a hooded black finger, who stopped the doe. The large black finger looked just like a hand, with a finger pointed-his nails were as sharp as a knife (all you could see was the nail). The long black cloak trailed behind it like a sinister mist.

“What are YOU doing?” said the voice under the cloak. The doe tried to get past but he couldn’t, the way was blocked by the evil finger “Who are you looking for?” said the hooded finger. The doe, who could not speak projected an image of Harry Potter. “Very, Very Interesting;I know where he is, follow me”, the finger whispered in a barely audible voice.

The doe projected a question mark. “Why are you unsure?” breathed the finger. The doe sprinted away, off the track and into the distance...