They trudged off through the entrance, staying locked together in a tight little ball. Harry couldn’t help but wonder what their punishment could be. It would have to be awful if Filch seemed so excited about it. His stomach twisted at the thought of what they might see, a twisted image of a dead, bloody unicorn flashing through his mind's eye. But it was just his imagination. McGonagall wouldn't send them into the forest if there were unicorns dying. Maybe they had to go help in the greenhouses because there were plants that could only be harvested at night. Or —or go clean the Quidditch goals or something. Anything. Harry wanted to believe anything. He had a sinking feeling in his gut that they were heading straight in to that forest. He grabbed Theo's arm and pulled him closer. Theo hummed, but didn't comment, letting Harry hold on to him. He wanted to grab Hermione too. Tuck them all under his cloak and run. He only had so many hands. 