Harry Potter. Hermione X Male Reader Story

Shrieking Shacks and Grim Attacks

(Y/N)'s POV

Slowly, in a kind of horrified trance, Me, Harry, Ron, and Hermione set off silently around Hagrid's house. As we reached the other side, the front door closed with a sharp snap. "What?" Said Harry, looking at Hermione while we were walking back up the path. 

"Nothing, I just thought I saw... Never mind." We made it to the top of the hill, we took the cloak off, and we just...waited, I think we all knew that we should, we owed Buckbeak that at least. The clocktower struck, there was a sickening chopping sound, Hermione let out a whimper, leaning against me to avoid looking, tears rolling down her face.

 I hugged her, I couldn't find any words worthy of the situation, Harry and Ron put hands on her shoulders, I could tell they were putting on brave faces, the same as me, but I couldn't help it, I let out a few tears of my own.

We all made our way up the hill in silence, too numb to make conversation. Then Ron let out a yelp, I turned my head to see the commotion, Scabbers was freaking out in his hands, at first I was confused why, then I saw it.

Crookshanks was running towards us at a breakneck pace, then I realised Bones was shadowing him, I could barely see her in this light, but she was hidden in the grass behind him. "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, Scabbers darted away, Bones pounced at him, but missed by a hair.

"Bones. STOP" I said commandingly, she paused for a quarter of a second, looking around for me, but she ignored it and continued after Scabbers. The next thing I knew Ron had thrown the Invisibility Cloak off himself and pelted away into the darkness. 

"Ron!" Hermione bellowed, we tried to stop him, but he was sprinting as fast as he could, we soon followed, discarding the cloak on a nearby rock. "Get away from him, get away. Scabbers, come here" There was a loud thud. "Gotcha! Get off, you stinking cats"

We 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. Bones was raking his hands with her claws, but with no luck. We were catching our breath when we heard something panting behind us, I drew my wand and turned.

Whatever I was expecting, it wasn't an enormous, pale-eyed, jet-black dog. It had made an enormous leap and the front paws hit me in the chest, it bounced off me onto Harry's shoulders, pushing us both to the ground. But the force of its leap had carried it too far; it rolled off him, it latched its jaw around Ron's outstretched arm. Dragging him off into the darkness of the night.

I scrambled to my feet and gave chase, adrenaline coursing through me, the dog retreated into a wide tree, I went to follow, when suddenly, "THWAP" a tree branch the width of my wrist hit me in the face, opening a gash just above my left eyebrow, I was knocked back, feeling dazed, all I could hear was Ron screaming in pain.

When I regained my footing, I heard Hermione shriek with pain and fall too. Harry groped for his wand "Lumos!" he whispered, I followed his lead, then I realised what had happened. The wandlight showed the trunk of a thick tree; we had chased Scabbers into the shadow of the Whomping Willow and its branches were creaking as though in a high wind, whipping backward and forward to stop anyone going nearer.

And there, at the base of the trunk, was the dog, dragging Ron backward into a large gap in the roots, Ron was fighting furiously, but his head and torso were slipping out of sight. "Ron!" Harry shouted, trying to follow, but a heavy branch whipped lethally through the air and he was forced backward too.