The Rogue Prince

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Harry's eyes narrowed as the trees seemed to creak and snap around him. And among the howling wind and clashing thunder, Harry could clearly hear the whistle of an arrow.

The arrow had only grazed his arm, but the sounds of swords unsheathing caught Harry's attention. Emerald eyes narrowed, Harry spun Cohan in the direction that Fred had taken, only to find the path blocked by sharp strands of barbed wire wrapped between the trees. Harry backed Cohan and told the black stallion to pivot, instinctively reaching behind him to pull loose one of the twin blades resting in the crossed sheath between his shoulder blades.

With one hand curled around the leather reins and a chunk of cobalt mane, and the other tightly grasping the light blade, Harry spun Cohan again to meet the sound of an arrow whizzing toward them. But the high strung stallion reared up onto his hind legs, leaving Harry helpless to do anything as the arrow shot toward them.

Then suddenly, like the world had been muted and everything seemed to slow down, Cohan's front legs barely touched the ground before they buckled. Harry was thrown from the saddle, his blade flung from his grasp. But he didn't care. He didn't care that his blade would probably be taken. He didn't care that he would be captured.

He just couldn't tear his eyes from his black stallion. The leather girth, were the arrow had pierced, had torn and as Cohan valiantly tried to get his feet under him, the black leather saddle slid from his back. The slick brown mud clung to the velvety coat Harry's steed rolled, trying in vain to claim his feet, while struggling to not aggravate the arrow lodged in his ribs.

Harry could vaguely hear himself yelling and screaming Cohan's name, but it was the same way he felt the Death Eater's cold hands wrenching his arms behind his back, trying to restrain him. It felt like it would as if he were watching the scene outside of his realm of self, like he were watching and hearing himself while locked in the furthest corner of his mind... distanced, like it couldn't really be happening.

A fog was wrapped around his mind and the only thing that registered was hearing Cohan's echoing grunts and seeing his glorious neck lower to rest in the mud.

Harry could feel hot tears burning tracks down his face, but he only saw Cohan's beautiful, dark eyes close before everything went black.

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'The blunt end of an ax was all it took,' Bellatrix thought, amused as Crabbe and Goyle loaded the dark knight onto a stretcher set between two horses.

'Of coarse he had been struggling to get to that damned beast of his. It was as if The Dark Lord's Death Eaters were of no threat, like they didn't matter at all.'

They didn't have far to ride, maybe half a night before they reached the border of Ravenclaw and Slytherin. The Ravenclaw castle was situated just inside the border lands.

Bellatrix sent the scout ahead to inform their Lord that they weren't far and that they had the leader of the Rogue Knights with them.

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"Sirius! They have Harry."

"Why did you leave him!?" Fred bowed his head with guilt.

"He ordered it." Sirius growled, angrily muttering about his irresponsible, idiotic godson.

"You two," Sirius bit out, pointing to the twins, "are coming with me. Send Remus to Slytherin. Tell him to inform them that we'll be visiting."
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