Bart roughly shoved his things into a small rucksack as he readied himself to follow the tag he had placed on the owl. Once the owl found its destination; he could apparate to the bird’s location. It was a trick his great uncle had taught him.
He began the trek out of the school and within minutes he was in the Hogwarts grounds. He crossed the wide open lawns; and headed down the slope leading to the Forbidden Forest. As he passed Hagrid’s cabin; the man hailed him through an open window.
“Bart. You never came ta visit”.
“I’ve been busy, Hagrid”.
“Well c’mon in for a pot o tea”.
“There is somewhere I really have to be”.
“Surely it can wait”.
Bart grudgingly nodded; he did not want to seem suspicious. He entered the cabin and took a seat at the over-sized table. Hagrid placed a large mug of tea in front of him.
“Where is this place you are in such a rush to get to?” Hagrid asked.
“I need to go and rescue Guin”.
Bart saw the stunned look on Hagrid’s face.
“What? No, that’s not possible. The Death Eaters vanished with You Know Who”.
“And they returned with him”.
“I cannot allow you to go after her Bart. We must tell the headmaster; and we need to find Harry; Harry Potter”.
“Harry already knows. And I am afraid, you will not be able to stop me from going after her”.
Hagrid stood up to his full height; threatening. Bart pulled out his wand and silently said Avada Kedavra. A jet of green light struck Hagrid in the chest. It would not kill him; because of the giant’s blood in his veins. It would knock him out and severely weaken him. Hagrid crashed to a heap on the ground. Bart stepped outside and quickly made his way out of the Hogwarts grounds. He quickly turned on the spot and vanished.
Bart appeared out of thin air outside a drab; run down mansion. The windows were boarded up. To his left he saw a man; the owl held in his hand. The man was preparing to bite the owl; his fangs showing. He was a werewolf. Bart didn’t hesitate. He raised his wand and said “Avada Kedavra”. The jet of green light struck; killing the man instantly.
Bart turned again to look at the house. It appeared familiar; he had seen it somewhere before; in a book, or a newspaper article. Then it came to him. This was The Riddle House; the home of Voldemort’s father. He had brought Guin here.
Bart closed his eyes and relaxed. He used magic to project his voice in a whisper; one that only Guin would be able to hear. He began repeating one word over and over; waiting for a reply; an acknowledgement of some sort from her. Guin. Guin. Guin. I am here. Guin. Guin. Guin.