Foxy the Maurader

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No One's POV
She glides gracefully over the swampy textured grass. 'Foxy? Where are we going?' Two annoyed voices growl after her.
'It's a shortcut!' She whispers ominously, sprinting off towards the Forest.
'To where?' Peter whines, slowing down, almost to a stop.
'Keep moving, Peter. You too, James.'
The two boys eye her suspiciously. 'Why did you call us Peter and James? Why didn't you call us Prongs and Wormtail?'
She stops. They realize they are in the misty depths of the Forbidden Forest. 'Well, James, you'd be surprised about what's different about me now.'
'Like what, Foxy?' Peter sputters.
'First off, your precious Emalia is dead. Her body has been taken over. I'm not Foxy, but I've tolerated being called that for a while. Second of all, I assume you don't know how we got here, so you will both die. Goodbye.' she disappears in a flash of lightning, leaving the two boys stranded with their fear.