Being a passerby in HP female protagonist fanfiction

...That person is drinking blood.

Silvery, non-viscous blood flowed down, casting a shadow of death over the area, and Draco was neither able nor conscious of suppressing his screams.

Screaming did nothing to alleviate his fear; instead, it made Draco even more aware that he was facing something terrifying. In that instant, his only thought was to run away, ignoring the fact that his screams had prematurely attracted the attention of the man in black.

Toothpaste was running in the lead, while Draco just wanted to get out of there immediately.

The tangled grass and roots blocked his escape, and the warning of danger made his body stiff and heavy, while his mind, which should have been in a state of panic, felt light and airy.

"Go to hell!"

The scream was as piercing as a demon's cry. Draco turned his head hastily, his pupils dilating, his eyes filled with deep fear and terror.

Are they going to be killed?

no, do not want!

"Protego!" (Protego armor!)

An untimely appearance, a tremendous shattering sound, a hand gripping the wand tightly, yet dismantling the attack with incredible speed.

Claire?!

Draco's heart pounded so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of his throat, and his entire body stiffened for a moment.

Claire gripped her wand, ignoring Draco. Her gaze remained fixed on the blood-stained man in black robes. She ran a few steps, pulled Harry up from his slumped position, and backed away, her eyes still fixed on the man in black robes, unwavering.

Draco's lips trembled. He was completely disoriented and no longer cared about why Claire was there. He took a step back, instinctively wanting to continue running away.

They can't stay here, they'll be killed... That curse just now was definitely meant to kill them...

Damn it, in just a few seconds, Tooth has vanished. That rude half-giant was right, we can't count on this dog.

He needed to leave quickly...

When Draco, overwhelmed by terror, stumbled backward and stepped on a round tree branch, collapsing to the ground and crying out in pain, all he could think of, besides the immense pain, was the word "it's over."

It's all over... Why did he have to come here... It's all their fault... Why...

Claire heard Draco's cry of pain and was only distracted for a moment. Realizing that Draco couldn't escape, she decisively put Harry down and pointed her wand at the man in black in front of her.

The man in black robes became agitated again, his voice filled with a despair no less intense than the fear of those present. He raised his wand once more, accompanied by curses and intense killing intent.

"You all go to hell!"

"Protego!" Claire immediately chanted the spell again, her words so fast they were almost inaudible. No one noticed that, apart from the hand holding the wand, her other hand was tucked into the handbag she was carrying.

The thin barrier was quickly shattered, but it managed to hold out for a second. Claire's chanting didn't stop, and another layer of armor appeared, barely managing to neutralize the attack.

Harry was practically sprawled on the ground, and Draco was in so much pain he couldn't stand up; he could only stare at everything in horror with wide eyes.

Claire's chanting didn't stop; after two layers of armor protecting her, her wand continued to move, and familiar syllables came out of her mouth.

"Lumus Solem!" (As bright as day!)

"!" The black-robed man in the ditch, caught completely off guard, screamed in agony, "Aaaaaah, I'm going to kill you!"

A blinding white light illuminated the entire center of the Forbidden Forest, along with the silent wailing of the unicorn. Draco and Harry, already bewildered by the situation, instinctively closed their eyes in shock.

It wasn't over yet; Claire was still casting spells and hadn't stopped.

The black-haired girl stood in the light source, only her outline could be seen. She closed her eyes, her brows furrowed with determination. Without stopping, she held the wand firmly in her hand. After three consecutive high-intensity spells, she immediately used the fourth one, but unlike the previous ones, this spell was silent.

"Expelliarmus!" (Expelliarmus!)

The attack was aimed directly at the man in black robes. Sensing the danger, he opened his eyes in the bright light. Just as he was about to raise his ferocious face, his hand was suddenly struck with pain. The sound of bones cracking was crisp and clear. The magic wand flew out of his palm, and the enormous force almost knocked him down.

what? !

Where did this attack come from?!

He tried to stand up, but an arrow shot out, and a strong centaur arrived. The centaur's attack was even more alarming than the girl's attack. Quirrell went berserk and fled the place like a mouse's shadow.

In the shadowy darkness, another short figure draped in a robe silently drifted by.

Claire didn't put down her wand until the man in black left and the centaur came to them. Her fingers trembled, and she almost dropped the wand, but she was still able to stand and hold it in her palm.

"Are you guys okay?"

"I'm fine..." Claire's voice was soft. She had just cast several spells in quick succession and was still unsteady on her feet. After catching her breath, she shook her robes a few times. "I overexerted myself and I'm a little dizzy, but it's nothing serious... Thank you for your help..."

“Malfoy, Potter, are you alright?” she asked.

"My leg... ouch, it hurts so much..." Draco grimaced, never having suffered such an injustice before. His face contorted in pain, his anger surging, and he gasped for breath. "I'm going to tell my dad, I'm going to make him catch that damn..."

Harry covered his forehead, still looking like he hadn't recovered, and a few words escaped from between his lips.

"Claire...I'm alright..."

Claire shook her head, forcing herself to come to her senses. She took out three vials of potion from her bag, shoving one directly at Draco, who was sitting blankly on the ground, giving one to Harry, and holding the last one in her hand.

She struggled to her feet and walked to the unicorn, whose breathing was weak. Blood was still flowing, cursing all those who had hurt it. The unicorn's belly was only rising and falling slightly.

Claire's breathing was rapid. She bent down, trying to avoid touching the unicorn's blood at a certain distance, and then slowly poured the healing potion onto the wound. The wound writhed, but ordinary potions could not heal the damage caused by dark magic; it was merely a drop in the ocean.

The unicorn's life was still slipping away, and Claire was no longer as decisive as she had been a few minutes earlier; her eyes were now as still as a stagnant pool.

How to do?

“You can’t save it,” Ferenzé stated the facts, hoping to ease the heart of the kind little girl, but Claire didn’t get up; she seemed to be waiting for something.

Waiting for... that life-saving opportunity.

—So, I really didn't want to see Claire like this...

Those in the shadows thought, purple eyes hidden in the night.

After all, we still have to complete the mission.

A bottle of green potion was thrown from the shadows, shattered in mid-air, and poured directly onto the injured unicorn.

This unexpected turn of events drew the attention of everyone present. Claire's eyes lit up, and she took a few steps back.

"What's going on?" Ferenze and his newly arrived centaur companions all saw the flying potion. They ignored their argument and watched as the dying unicorn's wounds rapidly healed, and it finally stood up shakily.

There was nothing in the direction from which the potion flew out; everything was so mysterious and eerie.

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small theater:

Settlement for this match.

Claire: Last-minute rescue achieved! (Inner monologue: Ahhh, how am I so brave?)

Willotte: Save the day! (Thoughts: I can't let Claire get hurt.)

Draco and Harry: Saved from a crisis

Ferenczek: Repel Get

Quirrell: I can't get it from the resurgence.