I will always find you

POA 15

Ella's mind had gone blank with shock. 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 Ella and Hermione seized his arms.

"We can’t" Ron said, who was paper white. "He’ll be in worse trouble if they know we’ve been to see him" Hermione’s breathing was shallow and uneven.

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

"Come on" Ron said, whose teeth seemed to be chattering. They set off back towards the castle, walking slowly to keep themselves hidden under the Cloak. 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, slinking towards them, his body low to the ground, wide yellow eyes glinting eerily in the darkness Crookshanks. He got Ella's attention and she looked at where he was pointing. Whether he could see them, or was following the sound
of Scabbers’s squeaks, Harry couldn’t tell.

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

"Ron!" Hermione moaned. She, Ella and 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.

"Get away from him – get away – Scabbers, come here" There was a loud thud. "Gotcha! Get off, you stinking cat"
Ella, Harry 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 towards them out of the dark – an enormous, pale-eyed, jet-black dog. Harry reached for his wand, but too late – the dog had made an enormous leap and its front paws hit him on the chest. He keeled over backwards in a whirl of hair; he felt its hot breath, saw inch-long teeth. But the force of its leap had carried it too far; it rolled off him; dazed, Harry tried to stand up; he could hear it growling as it skidded around for a new attack. Ron was on his feet. As the dog sprang back towards them, he pushed Harry aside; the dog’s jaws fastened instead around Ron’s outstretched arm. Harry lunged at it and seized a handful of the brute’s hair, but it was dragging Ron away as easily as if he were a rag-doll. Then, out of nowhere, something hit Harry so hard across the face he was knocked off his feet again. Both Ella and Hermione shriek with pain and fall, too. Ella wiped the blood from her cheek as Harry groped for his wand, blinking blood out of his eyes.