Great Britain – 976

The moon light cast long shadows as Aurora Townsend ran towards Highmoar Castle. She tossed a glance behind her in the trees, listening for crunching in the glass. Her breath came in pants as her cloak caught on a thorn and she stumbled into a clearing.

Looking up the hill, she saw a flicker of light from the tower.

Godric.

A smile was just appearing on her lips, when her blood ran cold. She stilled. The woods were silent, but she felt as though something were standing right behind her. She reached for a wand that wasn't there.

"Bellamy," she said, but the name came out breathlessly.

The trees were silent. Aurora held her breath, her hand useless without its instrument.

"They'll know it was you," she continued. "He'll find you."

She waited in the silence until it seemed as though no response would come. But then she heard the slightest rustle of leaves and saw a shadow step out into the clearing.

Her eyes went wide as she heard the whispered words. There was no time to speak, to react, before she saw the reflection of purple light on the trees and felt herself falling to the ground.