Some might noticed a few odd noises but likely none would attriubute it to anything outside of the scary sounds of the forest.
At the edge of the forest climbing one arm at a time was Peter Petigrew. He was badly beaten, with more than a few cracked ribs. The inside of his left arm was bleeding profusely. The ants of the forest were a large and agressive breed and had taken more than one good bite out of him. He looked like he had been trampled on by some manner of wild beast.
He was sqeaking out help..but he was far to quiet to be heard...and in his heart he knew it. He was going to bleed to death, or drown on his own blood only 2 feet inside of the forbidden forest.
And he knew it.
'...h-help...'
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