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Harry Potter And The Prisoner of Azkaban, Chapter 8

Hogwarts Castle Grounds - Slope

(The four make their way down the slope)

Ron: I find it astonishing that someone who prides herself on being so logical can be in such denial.

Hermione: Y/n. Harry. Will you two explain to your friend Ronald that he has absolutely no proof whatsoever that my sweet, unassuming cat ate his shabby, decidedly decrepit rat.

(Y/n groans and rubs his forehead)

Ron: Y/n and Harry were there! They'll tell you how it was. Go on, guys, tell her.

Harry: No, I won't. Know why? Because I don't care about your stupid rat! I don't care about your stupid cat! I've got few other things on my mind right now!

Ron: Really? Wasn't you had to roll under the bed last night to avoid getting cut to ribbons! A person could die being your friend, Harry!

Y/n: Ron, for the love of...

(Ron stops, wishes he could take it back. They all wish he could. Avoiding each other's eyes, they turn, continue on)

Black Lake

(Hagrid, wearing a gigantic, hairy brown suit and perhaps the world's ugliest yellow and orange tie, stands knee deep in the shallows of the Black Lake, skimming rocks as big as flagstones across the water's shiny gloss. As he turns, the four catch a brief sight of his eyes, red with tears, then he looks away)

Y/n: How'd it go, Hagrid...?

Hagrid: Buckbeak liked London.

Y/n: That's nice, but I meant the hearing.

Hagrid: Oh. That. Well, I got up an' said my bit -- You know, how Buckbeak was a good Hippogriff an' as long as yeh treated 'im with respect, he'd treat you the same. Then Lucius Malfoy got up an' said his bit -- you know, how Buckbeak was a deadly dangerous beast that no teacher in their righ' mind would expose their students to...

Hermione: And...?

(Hagrid slings another rock into water)

Hermione: You mustn't blame yourself, Hagrid.

Ron: Draco. It's him the Committee should punish. It's him they should send off to the forest, not Buckbeak.

Hagrid: Buckbeak's not going back to the forest...

Y/n: Where's he going, Hagrid?

Hagrid: He asked fer the worse, yeh see, Lucius Malfoy did. An' the Committee granted it. Buckbeak's bin sentenced ter death.

Hogwarts Castle

(Dark. Ominous. Dementors drift in the distance. Restless)

Gryffindor Common Room

(Silent. A room of shadows. While those around him slumber, Harry lies awake, unable to sleep. Finally, he turns to his cupboard, takes the Marauder's Map and whispers)

Harry: I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.

(The crooked corridors and serpentine passageways of Hogwarts radiate across the parchment, then... a tiny dot catches Harry's eye. He frowns. It reads: "Peter Pettigrew.")

Corridor

(Harry moves down a dark corridor, map in hand, wand aglow. In the paintings he passes, the subjects snore softly. On the map, "Harry Potter" and "Peter Pettigrew" draw closer and closer. Harry squints toward the end of the corridor.