Everlasting (H.P x fem.reader) YEARS 1-4

Year Three: Chapter Fifteen

3rd person POV: 

 Y/n felt as if she'd been kicked in the stomach. All of her and Hermione's hard work, and Buckbeak was still going to be executed — all because of Malfoy.

 "He sent me this," Hermione said, holding out the letter. 

 Harry took it. The parchment was damp, and enormous teardrops had smudged the ink so badly in places that it was very difficult to read. 

 Dear Hermione and Y/n, 

 We lost. I'm allowed to bring him back to Hogwarts. Execution date to be fixed. Beaky has enjoyed London. I won't forget all the help you gave us. 

Hagrid 

 "They can't do this," said Harry. "They can't. Buckbeak isn't dangerous." 

 "Why can't we just free Buckbeak without Hagrid's knowledge?" Y/n asked in a weak voice. 

 "He doesn't want that, besides, they would go after Hagrid first. Malfoy's dad's frightened the Committee into it," said Hermione, wiping her eyes. "You know what he's like. They're a bunch of doddery old fools, and they were scared. There'll be an appeal, though, there always is. Only I can't see any hope...Nothing will have changed." 

 "Yeah, it will," said Ron fiercely. "You two won't have to do all the work alone this time, Hermione. I'll help." 

 "Oh, Ron!" Hermione flung her arms around Ron's neck and broke down completely. 

Ron, looking quite terrified, patted her very awkwardly on the top of the head. Finally, Hermione drew away. Y/n, with a smirk on her face, went to nudge Harry. 

 "Ron, I'm really, really sorry about Scabbers..." Hermione sobbed. 

 "Oh -- well -- he was old," said Ron, looking thoroughly relieved that she had let go of him. "And he was a bit useless. You never know, Mum and Dad might get me an owl now." 

 The safety measures imposed on the students since Black's second break-in made it impossible for Harry, Y/n, Ron, and Hermione to go and visit Hagrid in the evenings. Their only chance of talking to him was during Care of Magical Creatures lessons. He seemed numb with shock at the verdict. 

 "S'all my fault. Got all tongue-tied. They was all sittin' there in black robes an' I kep' droppin' me notes and forgettin' all them dates yeh looked up fer me, Y/n. An' then Lucius Malfoy stood up an' said his bit, and the Committee jus' did exac'ly what he told 'em..." 

 "There's still the appeal!" said Ron fiercely. "Don't give up yet, we're working on it!" 

 They were walking back up to the castle with the rest of the class. Ahead they could see Malfoy, who was walking with Crabbe and Goyle, and kept looking back, laughing derisively. A simmering rage began to brew in Y/n, it seemed consume her. She didn't know how much longer she had until she would snap and let the feeling take over. 

 "S'no good, Ron," said Hagrid sadly as they reached the castle steps. "That Committee's in Lucius Malfoy's pocket. I'm jus' gonna make sure the rest o' Beaky's time is the happiest he's ever had. I owe him that...." 

 Hagrid turned around and hurried back toward his cabin, his face buried in his handkerchief. 

"Look at him blubber!" Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle had been standing just inside the castle doors, listening. 

 "Have you ever seen anything quite as pathetic?" said Malfoy. "And he's supposed to be our teacher!" 

 Y/n took deep breaths, feeling her eyes begin to sting from her anger and the unfairness of the world. Harry and Ron both made furious moves toward Malfoy, but Hermione got there first --