𝗺𝗶𝗿𝗿𝗼𝗿𝗯𝗮𝗹𝗹 | 𝗵.𝗷.𝗽

third year .*･｡ﾟ.*･ 11

t h i r d p e r s o n (L y r a)

"It's so cruel, I can't believe Dumbledore's letting this happen." Lyra whispered, watching the executioner sharpen his massive axe.

They speed walked past him, his presence alone made Lyra feel sick to the stomach and dizzy.

"I can't believe they're going to kill Buckbeak. Its just too horrible." Hermione said as they walked slowly to Hagrids hut. Lyra nodded solemnly and slung an arm around her shoulder in what she hoped was a comforting way.

"It just got worse." Ron said, blue eyes landing on Draco Malfoy and his goons, standing and cackling.

"My father said I could keep the hippogriff's head." Draco said, and laughed loudly. "I'll donate it to the Gryffindor's room."

Hermione, fed up with it, started down the stairs. The other three followed her blindly. She marched down the hill to meet them.

"Look who's here," one of Draco's goons said, and he turned around, ignoring Lyra completely.

"Ah, come to see the show?" He teased.

"You! You foul, loathsome, evil little cockroach!" She pulled out her wand and pointed it threateningly at him. He looked terrified, it was hilarious.

"Hermione, no!" Ron yelled, standing far back. "He's not worth it."

Draco whispered and Hermione backed up, lowering her wand. Almost immediately, Draco turned to his friends and chuckled.

Hermione turned around decked him in the face. Hard. Lyra laughed so hard tears ran down her face.

"Malfoy! Are you okay?!" His two friends rushed to his sides to help him up again. "Let's go, quick."

"Not a word to anyone, understand?" Draco demanded, running fasted then the other two combined.

"That felt good." Hermione said calming, with a sly smile.

"Not good, brilliant." Ron added, grinning from ear to ear.

Lyra settled down enough to finally think straight. "As great as that was, we should get down to Hagrids."

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"Oh, look at 'im." Hagrid said gruffly, as they all watched Buckbeak lay in the pumpkin patch through the window in Hagrids kitchen. "Loves the smell of the trees when the wind blows through them."

"Why don't we just set him free?" Harry asked Hagrid.

"They'd know it was me, and then Dumbledore'd get into trouble." He explained. "He's coming down, you know. Okay wants to be there when they... when it happens." He said sadly.

"Great man, Dumbledore. A great man!"

Lyra stood up. "We'll stay with you too, Hagrid."

"You'll do no such thing! Think i want you seeing something like that? No. You just drink your tea and be off." He said sternly. Lyra sat back down, taking small sips of her now lukewarm tea.

"Oh. Before you do, Ron." The giant walked across the room and pulled something small and furry out of an old tin.

"Scabbers!" Ron exclaimed, holding the balding rat close to him. "You're alive!"

"Keep a closer eye on your pet." Hagrid said, smiling.

"I think that means you owe someone an apology." Hermione said, standing.

"Right." Ron said sarcastically. "Next time I see Crookshanks, I'll let him now."

"I meant me!" Hermione said loudly. Then a vase behind her broke into two pieces.