It looked like the end of Ron and Hermione's friendship. Each was so angry with the other that Y/n and Harry couldn't see how they'd ever make up.
Ron was enraged that Hermione had never taken Crookshanks's attempts to eat Scabbers seriously, hadn't bothered to keep a close enough watch on him, and was still trying to pretend that Crookshanks was innocent by suggesting that Ron look for Scabbers under all the boys' beds. Hermione, meanwhile, maintained fiercely that Ron had no proof that Crookshanks had eaten Scabbers, that the ginger hairs might have been there since Christmas, and that Ron had been prejudiced against her cat ever since Crookshanks had landed on Ron's head in the Magical Menagerie.
Harry was sure that Crookshanks had eaten Scabbers, and when he tried to point out to Hermione that the evidence all pointed that way, she lost her temper with Harry too.
"Okay, side with Ron, I knew you would!" she said shrilly. "First the Firebolt, now Scabbers, everything's my fault, isn't it! Just leave me alone, Harry, I've got a lot of work to do!"
Harry looked to Y/n now but he just shook his head with a grimace.
Y/n secretly didn't agree with either Hermione or Ron's behaviour towards each other. He found Ron to be too aggressive and quick to jump to conclusions while Hermione wasn't accepting enough responsibility in an attempt to feign ignorance that her cat was innocent.
Ron had taken the loss of his rat very hard indeed.
"Come on, Ron, you were always saying how boring Scabbers was," said Fred bracingly. "And he's been off color for ages, he was wasting away. It was probably better for him to snuff it quickly...one swallow, he probably didn't feel a thing."
"Fred!" said Ginny indignantly.
"All he did was eat and sleep, Ron, you said it yourself." said George.
"He bit Goyle for us once!" Ron said miserably. "Remember, Harry?"
"Yeah, that's true." said Harry.
"His finest hour." said Fred, unable to keep a straight face. "Let the scar on Goyle's finger stand as a lasting tribute to his memory. Oh, come on, Ron, get yourself down to Hogsmeade and buy a new rat, what's the point of moaning?"
In a last-ditch attempt to cheer Ron up, Harry persuaded him to come along to the Gryffindor team's final practice before the Ravenclaw match, so that he could have a ride on the Firebolt after they'd finished. This did seem to take Ron's mind off Scabbers for a moment and so Y/n, Harry and Ron set off for the Quidditch field together.
Madam Hooch, who was still overseeing Gryffindor practices to keep an eye on Harry, was just as impressed with the Firebolt as everyone else had been. She took it in her hands before takeoff and gave them the benefit of her professional opinion.
"Look at the balance on it! If the Nimbus series has a fault, it's a slight list to the tail end... you often find they develop a drag after a few years. They've updated the handle too, a bit slimmer than the Cleansweeps, reminds me of the old Silver Arrows, a pity they've stopped making them. I learned to fly on one, and a very fine old broom it was too."
She continued in this vein for some time, until Wood said, "Er...Madam Hooch? Is it okay if Harry has the Firebolt back? We need to practice."
"Oh...right, here you are, then, Potter." said Madam Hooch. "I'll sit over here with Weasley."
She and Ron left the field to sit in the stadium, and Harry, Y/n and the rest of the Gryffindor team gathered around Wood for his final instructions for tomorrow's match.
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Grindelwald's Burden (Books 1-7)
FanficY/n Grindelwald is boy born into a powerful but feared wizarding family. At the age of 11 he has received his invitation to learn magic at the famous Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. What awaits this boy in his seven school years? Uncerem...