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

Year Three: Chapter Seventeen

3rd person POV:

Harry's mind had gone blank with shock. He could distantly feel Y/n grabbing his arm, shaking slightly.

The four of them stood transfixed with horror under the Invisibility Cloak. The very last rays of the setting sun were casting a bloody light over the long-shadowed grounds. Then, behind them, they heard a wild howling.

"Hagrid," Harry muttered.

Without thinking about what he was doing, he made to turn back, but both Ron, Y/n, and Hermione seized his arms.

"We can't," said Ron, who was paper-white. "He'll be in worse trouble if they know we've been to see him...."

"Can we go?" Y/n pleaded, still holding onto Harry's arm. "I have a really bad feeling."

Harry looked at her with wide eyes, "What's wrong?"

"It's just something Professor Trelawney said..." Y/n whispered, avoiding his eyes.

Harry felt his hair raise on his arms, and he went to grab Y/n's arm as well. What if something did happen? Hermione's breathing was shallow and uneven.

"How -- could -- they?" she choked. "How could they?"

"Come on," said Ron, whose teeth seemed to be chattering.

They set off back toward the castle, walking slowly to keep themselves hidden under the cloak. The light was fading fast now.

By the time they reached open ground, darkness was settling like a spell around them.

"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?"

But Harry had just seen -- 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, Harry couldn't tell. Y/n was violently shaking and cursing under her breath.

"Crookshanks!" Hermione moaned. "No, go away, Crookshanks! Go away!"

But the cat was getting nearer --

"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, Y/n, or Hermione could stop him, Ron had thrown the Invisibility Cloak off himself and pelted away into the darkness.

"Ron!" Hermione moaned.

She, Y/n, Harry looked at each other, then followed at a sprint; it was impossible to run full out under the cloak; they pulled it off and it streamed behind them like a banner as they hurtled after Ron; they could hear his feet thundering along ahead and his shouts at Crookshanks.

Y/n, though usually a much faster runner than Harry and Hermione, let herself be dragged by Harry, who still had a grip on her arm.

"Get away from him -- get away -- Scabbers, come here --"