Those eyes || Harry J. Potter

Moony Wormtail Padfoot and Prongs|| X

chapter 10
"Moony Wormtail Padfoot and Prongs"
X

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"Scabbers, keep still," Ron hissed, clamping his hand over his chest.

The rat was wriggling madly. Ron came to a sudden halt, trying to force Scabbers deeper into his pocket. "What's the matter with you, You stupid rat? Stay still -- OUCH! He bit me!"

"Ron, be quiet!" Hermione whispered urgently. "Fudge'll be out here in a minute --"
"He won't -- stay -- put --"
Scabbers was plainly terrified. He was writhing with all his might, trying to break free of Ron's grip.
"What's the matter with him?"

Stinking toward them, his body low to the ground, wide yellow eyes glinting eerily in the darkness -- Crookshanks. Whether he could see them or was following the sound of Scabbers's squeaks, Ara couldn't tell.

"Crookshanks!" Hermione moaned. "No, go away, Crookshanks! Go away!" But the cat was getting closer.

"Scabbers -- NO!"

Too late -- the rat had slipped between Ron's clutching fingers, hit the ground, and scampered away. In one bound, Crookshanks sprang after him, and before Harry or Hermione could stop him, Ron had thrown the Invisibility Cloak off himself and pelted away into the darkness.

"Ron!" Hermione moaned.

The three looked at each other, then followed at a sprint; they could hear his feet thundering along ahead and his shouts at Crookshanks.

"Get away from him -- get away -- Scabbers, come here --" There was a loud thud.

"Gotcha! Get off, you stinking cat --"

Harry, Ara, and Hermione almost fell over Ron; they skidded to a stop right in front of him. He was sprawled on the ground, but Scabbers was back in his pocket; he had both hands held tight over the quivering lump.

"Ron -- come on back under the cloak --" Hermione panted. "Dumbledore the Minister -- they'll be coming back out in a minute --"

But before they could cover themselves again, before they could even catch their breath, they heard the soft pounding of gigantic paws.... Something was bounding toward them, quiet as a shadow -- an enormous, pale-eyed, jet-black dog.

Ara reached for her wand, but too late -- the dog had made an enormous leap and the front paws hit Harry on the chest; he keeled over backward in a whirl of hair, but the force of its leap had carried it too far; it rolled off him.

Ron was on his feet. As the dog sprang back toward them he pushed Harry aside; the dog's jaws fastened instead around Ron's outstretched arm. Harry lunged forward, he seized a handful of the brute's hair, but it was dragging Ron away as easily as though he were a rag doll.

Then, out of nowhere, something hit Harry so hard across the face he was knocked off his feet again.

Ara could hear Hermione scream, but before she could react to Hermione she was pushed back by something heavy.

Ara fell on to the ground, her head pounding and wishing she had just stayed in bed this morning. Ara groaned, and a burning sensation in her throat started.

Ron!" Harry shouted. Ara sat up as fast as she could.

All they could see now was one of Ron's legs, which he had hooked around a root in an effort to stop the dog from pulling him farther underground
-- but a horrible crack cut the air like a gunshot; Ron's leg had broken, and a moment later, his foot vanished from sight.