Harry Potter and the Lake District Incident
1/ Of course none of this is mine, yada, yada, yada….
2/OK, let me set this up – hopefully things will be made clear as you go but I will go ahead and put things into context for you. I know several people you have lots of trouble jumping into the middle of a story! And so, here we go – I see this piece set late in the seventh year as the final battle draws near and the hunt for the Horcruxs is drawing to a close.
Ron is in St. Mungo after a particularly nasty encounter with a Death Eater or two. Harry and Hermione are holed up in a Muggle Inn preparing to seek out the next to the last Horcrux.
Hermione double checked the dusty little book once more. She was sure or rather she was as sure as she was going to be. The cavern where the Horcurx lay was infested with a rather nasty and peculiar strain of pixies known for a particularly venomous bite and highly selective palate. The creatures in question resembled bats more so than anything else and loved to dwell in damp, dark, magical places. Certainly, this forsaken cave fit the bill to a tee.
The 1872 annotated appendix to the day's equivalent to the Care of Magical Creatures, Hornsby's Field Guide, described the following –
Lumenocarnopixius – commonly know as bat fairies – these small, vicious creatures inhabit caves and caverns throughout the British Isles. They commonly spurn human contact but theyseek wizard flesh with a marked craving. A long held myth purported that bat fairies preyed on wizarding infants and children; however, painstaking research by Sir Percy Seymour Willowbottom once and for all, provided the truth of the matter. Lumenocarnopixius are actually most attracted to the blood of virgin wizards and witches; hence, the confusion with infants and children who are most certainly in that category as well. It has been observed that the scent ofadolescent wizards and witches who have yet to engage in adult relations will often drive this sub-category of pixies into a frenzy that can ultimately result not only in injury but death. (please see the notation regarding the death of one Mr. Cecil Armistead, age 16, circa 1850).
Hermione straightened her shoulders as she heard Harry unlocking the door to their room. She had made up her mind. It simply wasn't worth the risk. She was going to have to explain her findings to Harry no matter how embarrassing. Hopefully, once he understood what they were up against he would agree to her plan.
Harry breathed a sigh of relief as he opened the door to the room he has sharing with Hermione.Who would have thought that buying a simple flashlight was going to be such a headache – the weather, the loopy clerk wanting to show him her tattoo – really, what next? He was looking forward to a hot shower, some dry clothes and a nap before the night's trek.
However, as soon as the door opened to reveal the expression on Hermione's face, he knew his simple plan was not to be. She was standing by a chair and a small table where a small book lay. He had learned one thing a long time ago – books and that look on Hermione's face – the one where she worried her bottom lip with her teeth – was never good. It might as well have been a huge neon sign flashing BEWARE.
Still, he was used to it. More than once that particular neon sign had saved his life. He tried to remind himself of just that fact as Hermione launched into her latest diatribe.