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"Ouch!" Ron exclaimed, "Scabbers! He bit me!" Scabbers jumped out of Ron's hands, Ron went after him and followed him until he was near the Whomping willow.
"Harry! You do realize what tree this is, right?" Hermione exclaimed horror stricken. That tree crushes everything that disturbs it. Last year Ron, Y/n and I, while returning to Hogwarts in Mr. Weasley's enchanted flying car, got stuck at it.
"Ron!! Run!" I exclaimed loudly pointing at the tree.
"Guys!!" Ron pointed at something behind us looking terrified. We turned to see that the great black dog, that I once saw in the clouds during a Quidditch match, the Grim, was standing there. It jumped over us, grabbed Ron's leg and and dragged him inside the Whomping willow.
Just as we moved forward towards the tree, it started to attack us. Its long and heavy branches hit the ground with a thud as we saved ourselves from them. A branch hit me and I lost my glasses. Just as I wore my glasses Hermione grabbed me. We were now swinging on its branches. She threw me inside the entrance and then landed just on my back.
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"Ouch!" I exclaimed, "Sorry! Harry I -- aargh!" Y/n landed on Hermione then. "Sorry!" "What do you girls eat!?" I shouted while both of them were still siting on me. "Sorry!" they both muttered together as we stood up.
"Where do you think this goes?" I asked as we started to move deeper inside the tree.
"I think I know, I just hope that I am wrong. . ." said Hermione.
After walking for a while, when we reached the end, I figured out that we were in the shrieking shack.
We climbed up to a room to find Ron lying in the corner with his bloodied leg.
"Ron!" Hermione exclaimed, "are you okay?!"
"Where's the dog?" I asked Ron,
"Harry! Its a trap! He is the dog, he is an animagus!"
We turned to look at the pawprints which slowly transformed to footprints. It was him. . . Sirius Black.
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