Chapter 100: Appear, My Patronus
Cuthbert was being dragged forward by Regulus.
Cold sweat slid from his forehead down to his chin. His teeth were clenched so tightly he could almost hear the faint grinding at the back of his jaw.
He was only eleven. A first-year wizard. What he had just witnessed shattered everything he understood about the world. It was grotesque and unnatural. There was no way he could look at that and feel nothing.
But he was the heir of the Avery family. That identity was the core of who he was.
Fear could exist.
It just couldn't be allowed to rule him.
He saw it clearly now. Up ahead was the narrow passage. The entrance gaped open in the dark like the mouth of some waiting creature.
The moment they rushed inside, they would have to slow down.
And the gray mist behind them would catch up.