Thud!
Hagrid came to a stop directly before the throne.
His towering frame cast a long shadow over Clara, swallowing her completely. She instinctively shrank back into the throne Damian had placed her on, but there was nowhere left to retreat. Her breathing became uneven as sweat streamed down her temples. Every instinct screamed at her to run, yet her body refused to obey. She opened her mouth several times, desperately trying to force words out, but terror had locked every muscle in place.
A slow, sinister smile spread across Hagrid's face as he admired the fear reflected in her eyes.
"Did you really think a mere clone could save you from me?"
His laughter echoed throughout the parish before he casually glanced over his shoulder.
