Gryffindor boy - Ron Weasley x male oc

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The quartet makes their way down the slope.

"I find it astonishing that someone who prides themselves on being so logical can be in such denial." Ron said, looking at the twins who are walking side by side.

"Harry. Will you explain to your friend Ronald that he has absolutely no proof whatsoever that our sweet, unassuming cats ate his shabby, decidedly decrepit rat." Harper and Hermione said simultaneously, gaining an impressed look from Harry.

"Harry and Harper was there! He'll tell you how it was. Go on, Harry, tell them." Ron said.

"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!" Harry exclaimed.

"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!" Ron stops himself, and quickly wishes he could take it back.

Harper shakes his head and walks ahead of them, Harry joining him soon after, not wanting to hear Ron and Hermione bickering with each other.

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Hagrid, wearing a gigantic, hairy brown suit and a 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 quartet catches a brief sight of his eyes, red with tears, then he looks away.

"How'd it go, Hagrid?" Hermione asked.

"Buckbeak liked London." Hagrid said.

"I meant the hearing." Hermione said.

"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 Lucie's 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..." Hagrid said.

"And...?" Harper said, a feeling of dread coming inside his chest.

Hagrid slings another rock into the water.

"You must'n blame yourself, Hagrid." Hermione said, seeing Harper nod at the corner of her eyes.

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

"Buckbeak's not going back to the forest..." Hagrid said.

"Where's he going, Hagrid?" Hermione said, a dread of her own coming to rise.

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

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Harry lies awake in his dorm, unable to sleep. Finally, he turns to his cupboard and takes the Marauder's Map, whispering. "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 eyes. He frowns, reading the name Peter Pettigrew on the Map.

Harry stood up and walked out of his dorm, not surprised to see Harper waiting for him at the Common Room.

They walked out of the Gryffindor Tower and walked towards a dark corridor, map in Harry's hand, and wand aglow. In the paintings they passed, the subjects snore softly.