Daughter of a Criminal

Buckbeaks End

Ann's euphoria at finally winning the Quidditch Cup lasted at least a week. Even the weather seemed to be celebrating; as June approached, the days became cloudless and sultry, and all anybody felt like doing was strolling into the grounds and flopping down on the grass with several pints of iced pumpkin juice, perhaps playing a casual game of Gobstones or watching the giant squid propel itself dreamily across the surface of the lake. But they couldn't. The exams were nearly upon them, and instead of lazing around outside, the students were forced to remain inside the castle, trying to bully their brains into concentrating while enticing wafts of summer air drifted in through the windows. Even Fred and George Weasley had been spotted working; they were about to take their OWLs (Ordinary Wizarding Levels). Percy was getting ready to sit his NEWTs (Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests), the highest qualification Hogwarts offered. As Percy hoped to enter the Ministry of Magic, he needed top grades. He was becoming increasingly edgy, and gave very severe punishments to anybody who disturbed the quiet of the common room in the evenings. In fact, the only person who seemed more anxious than Percy was Hermione. Ann, Harry and Ron had given up asking her how she was managing to attend several classes at once, but they couldn't restrain themselves when they saw the exam timetable she had drawn up for herself. The first column read:
MONDAY 9 o'clock
Arithmancy 9 o'clock
Transfiguration 10 o'clock
Lunch 1 o'clock
Charms 1 o'clock
Ancient Runes-
'Hermione?' Ron said cautiously, because she was liable to explode when interrupted these days. 'Er â€" are you sure you've copied down these times right?'
'What?' snapped Hermione, picking up the exam timetable and examining it. 'Yes, of course I have.'
'Is there any point asking how you're going to sit two exams at once?' said Ann.
'No,' said Hermione shortly. 'Have any of you seen my copy of Numerology and Grammatica?'
'Oh, yeah, I borrowed it for a bit of bedtime reading,' said Ron, but very quietly. Hermione started shifting heaps of parchment around on her table, looking for the book. Just then, there was a rustle at the window and Hedwig fluttered through it, a note clutched tightly in her beak.
'It's from Hagrid,' said Harry, ripping the note open. 'Buckbeak's appeal â€" it's set for the sixth.'
'That's the day we finish our exams,' said Hermione, still looking everywhere for her Arithmancy book.
'And they're coming up here to do it,' said Harry, still reading from the letter. 'Someone from the Ministry of Magic and â€" and an executioner.' Hermione looked up, startled.
'They're bringing the executioner to the appeal! But that sounds as though they've already decid- ed!'
'Yeah, it does,' said Harry slowly.
'They can't do that!' said Ann bitterly.
'Yeah, they can't!' said Ron in a hollow voice 'I've spent ages reading up stuff for him, they can't just ignore it all!' But Ann still had a horrible feeling that the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures had had its mind made up for it by Mr Malfoy. Draco, who had been noticeably subdued since Gryffindor's triumph in the Quidditch final, seemed to regain some of his old swagger over the next few days. From sneering comments Ann overheard, Malfoy was certain Buckbeak was going to be killed, and seemed thoroughly pleased with himself for bringing it about. It was all Ann could do to stop herself imitating Hermione and hitting Malfoy in the face on these occasions. And the worst thing of all was that they had no time or opportunity to go and see Hagrid, because the strict new security measures had not been lifted, and Harry didn't dare retrieve his Invisibility Cloak from below the one eyed witch. Exam week began and an unnatural hush fell over the castle. The third-years emerged from Transfiguration at lunchtime on Monday limp and ashen-faced, comparing results and bemoaning the difficulty of the tasks they had been set, which had included turning a teapot into a tortoise. Hermione irritated the rest by fussing about how her tortoise had looked more like a turtle, which was the least of everyone else's worries. But Anns was the only one that actually got hers to look like a tortoise
'Mine still had a spout for a tail, what a nightmare …' 'Were the tortoises supposed to breathe steam?' 'It still had a willow-patterned shell, d'you think that'll count against me?' Then, after a hasty lunch, it was straight back upstairs for the Charms exam. Hermione had been right; Professor Flitwick did indeed test them on Cheering Charms. Ann did alright with hers, but Hermoine did amazing and Ann felt great for the rest of the hour. Harry slightly overdid his out of nerves and Ron, who was partnering him, ended up in fits of hysterical laughter and had to be led away to a quiet room for an hour before he was ready to perform the Charm himself. After dinner, the students hurried back to their common rooms, not to relax, but to start revising for Care of Magical Creatures, Potions and Astronomy. Hagrid presided over the Care of Magical Creatures exam the following morning with a very preoccupied air indeed; his heart didn't seem to be in it at all. He had provided a large tub of fresh Flobberworms for the class, and told them that, to pass the test, their Flobberworm had to still be alive at the end of one hour. As Flobberworms flourished best if left to their own devices, it was the easiest exam any of them had ever sat, and also gave Ann, Harry, Ron and Hermione plenty of opportunity to speak to Hagrid. 'Beaky's gettin' a bit depressed,' Hagrid told them, bending low on the pretence of checking that Harry's Flobberworm was still alive. 'Bin cooped up too long. But still … we'll know the day after tomorrow â€" one way or the other.'
They had Potions that afternoon, which was an unqualified disaster. Try as Ann might, she could only get her Confusing Concoction to thicken so much, and Snape, standing watching with an air of vindictive pleasure, scribbled something that looked suspiciously like a 5 onto his notes before moving away. Then came Astronomy at midnight, up on the tallest tower; History of Magic on Wednesday morning, in which Ann scribbled everything her uncle Mason had ever told her about mediaeval witch hunts. Wednesday afternoon meant Herbology in the greenhouses under a baking hot sun; then back to the common room once more, with the backs of their necks sunburnt, thinking longingly of this time next day, when it would all be over. Their second from last exam, on Thursday morning, was Defence Against the Dark Arts. Professor Lupin had compiled the most unusual exam any of them had ever taken; a sort of obstacle course outside in the sun, where they had to wade across a deep paddling pool containing a Grindylow, cross a series of potholes full of Red Caps, squish their way across a patch of marsh, ignoring the misleading directions from a Hinkypunk, then climb into an old trunk and battle with a new Boggart. Harry did great and got full marks. Ron did very well until he reached the Hinkypunk, which successfully confused him into sinking waist-high into the quagmire.Ann did very well even managing to produce a full Patronus which was a blue silver elephant, which Lupin said was actually quite rare. Hermione did everything perfectly until she reached the trunk with the Boggart in it. After about a minute inside it, she burst out again, screaming. 'Hermione!'said Lupin, startled.
'What's the matter?' 'P-P-Professor McGonagall!' Hermione gasped, pointing into the trunk. 'Sh-she said I'd failed everything!' It took a little while to calm Hermione down. When at last she had regained a grip on herself, she, Ann, Harry and Ron went back to the castle. Ann and Harry congratulating each other on their Patronuses which they used to defeat the Boggart. Ron was still slightly inclined to laugh at Hermione's Boggart, but an argument was averted by the sight that met them on the top of the steps. Cornelius Fudge, sweating slightly in his pinstriped cloak, was standing there staring out at the grounds. He started at the sight of Harry.
'Hello there, Harry!' he said. 'Just had an exam, I expect? Nearly finished?'
'Yes,' said Harry. Hermione and Ron, not being on speaking terms with the Minister for Magic, hovered awkwardly in the background, Ann there as well, because of her dad and everything.
'Lovely day,' said Fudge, casting an eye over the lake. 'Pity … pity …' He sighed deeply and looked down at Harry. 'I'm here on an unpleasant mission, Harry. The Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures required a witness to the execution of a mad Hippogriff. As I needed to visit Hogwarts to check on the Black situation, I was asked to step in.'
'Does that mean the appeal's already happened?' Ron interrupted, stepping forwards.
'No, no, it's scheduled for this afternoon,' said Fudge, looking curiously at Ron.
'Then you might not have to witness an execution at all!' said Ron stoutly. 'The Hippogriff might get off!' Before Fudge could answer, two wizards came through the castle doors behind him. One was so ancient he appeared to be withering before their very eyes; the other was tall and strapping, with a thin black moustache. Ann gathered that they were representatives of the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures, because the very old wizard squinted towards Hagrid's cabin and said in a feeble voice,
'Dear, dear, I'm getting too old for this … two o'clock, isn't it, Fudge?' The black-moustached man was fingering something in his belt; Ann looked and saw that he was running one broad thumb along the blade of a shining axe. Ron opened his mouth to say something, but Hermione nudged him hard in the ribs and jerked her head towards the Entrance Hall. 'Why'd you stop me?' said Ron angrily, as they entered the Great Hall for lunch. 'Did you see them? They've even got the axe ready! This isn't justice!'
'Ron, your dad works for the Ministry. You can't go saying things like that to his boss!' said Hermione, but she, too, looked very upset. 'As long as Hagrid keeps his head this time, and argues his case properly, they can't possibly execute Buckbeak …' But Ann could tell Hermione didn't really believe what she was saying. All around them, peo- ple were talking excitedly as they ate their lunch, happily anticipating the end of exams that afternoon, but Ann, Harry, Ron and Hermione, lost in worry about Hagrid and Buckbeak, didn't join in. Ann, Harry and Ron's last exam was Divination; Hermione's, Muggle Studies. They walked up the marble staircase together. Hermione left them on the first floor and Ann, Harry and Ron proceeded all the way up to the seventh, where many of their class were sitting on the spiral staircase to Professor Trelawney's classroom, trying to cram in a bit of last-minute revision.
'She's seeing us all separately,' Neville informed them, as they went to sit down next to him. He had his copy of Unfogging the Future open on his lap at the pages devoted to crystal-gazing. 'Have either of you ever seen anything in a crystal ball?' he asked them unhappily.
'Just fog for me,' said Ann
'Nope,' said Ron, in an offhand voice. He kept checking his watch; Harry and Ann knew that he was counting down the time until Buckbeak's appeal started. The queue of people outside the classroom shortened very slowly. As each person climbed back down the silver ladder, the rest of the class hissed, 'What did she ask? Was it OK?' But they all refused to say. 'She says the crystal ball's told her that, if I tell you, I'll have a horrible accident!' squeaked Neville, as he clambered back down the ladder towards Ann, Harry and Ron, who had now reached the landing.
'That's convenient,' snorted Ron. 'You know, I'm starting to think Hermione was right about her' (he jabbed his thumb towards the trapdoor overhead), 'she's a right old fraud.'
'Yeah,' said Harry, looking at his own watch. It was now two o'clock. 'Wish she'd hurry up …' Parvati came back down the ladder glowing with pride.
'She says I've got all the makings of a true Seer,' she informed Ann, Harry and Ron. 'I saw loads of stuff … well, good luck!' She hurried off down the spiral staircase towards Lavender. 'Ronald Weasley' said the familiar, misty voice from over their heads. Ron grimaced at Ann and Harry, and climbed the silver ladder out of sight. Finally, after about twenty minutes, Ron's large feet reappeared on the ladder.
'How'd it go?' Harry asked him, standing up.
'Yeah, what happened?'
'Rubbish,' said Ron. 'Couldn't see a thing, so I made some stuff up. Don't think she was convinced, though …'
'Meet you in the common room,' Harry muttered, as Professor Trelawney's voice called, 'Anastasia Black!' Ann shrugged and left Harry alone. The tower room was hotter than ever before; the curtains were closed, the fire was alight, and the usual sickly scent made Harry cough as he stumbled through the clutter of chairs and tables to where Professor Trelawney sat waiting for her before a large crystal ball.
'Good day, my dear,' she said softly. 'If you would kindly gaze into the Orb … take your time, now … then tell me what you see within it …' Ann bent over the crystal ball and stared, stared as hard as she could, willing it to show her something other than swirling white fog, but nothing happened. 'Well?' Professor Trelawney prompted delicately. 'What do you see?' The heat was overpowering and Ann's nostrils were stinging with the perfumed smoke wafting from the fire beside them. She thought of what Ron had just said, and decided to pretend.
'Er â€",' said Ann, 'a dark shape … um …'
'What does it resemble?' whispered Professor Trelawney. 'Think, now …' Ann cast her mind around and it landed on Buckbeak.
'A Hippogriff,' she said firmly.
'Indeed!' whispered Professor Trelawney, scribbling keenly on the parchment perched upon her knees. 'My girl, you may well be seeing the outcome of poor Hagrid's trouble with the Ministry of Magic! Look closer … does the Hippogriff appear to … have its head?'
'Yes,' said Ann firmly.
'Are you sure?' Professor Trelawney urged him. 'Are you quite sure, dear? You don't see it writhing on the ground, perhaps, and a shadowy figure raising an axe behind it?'
'No!'said Ann, starting to feel slightly sick.
'No blood? No weeping Hagrid?'
'No!' said Ann again, wanting more than ever to leave the room and the heat. 'It looks fine, it's â€" flying away …' Professor Trelawney sighed.
'Well, dear, I think we'll leave it there … a little disappointing …but I'm sure you did your best.' Relieved Ann got up, picked up her bag and turned to go. Ann climbed down and Harry was at last called up. Ann met up with Ron and told him about her strange exam. By the time Harry had reached the portrait hole and entered the common room, it was almost deserted. Over in a corner, however, sat Ann, Ron and Hermione.
'Professor Trelawney' Harry panted, 'just told me â€"' But he stopped abruptly at the sight of their faces.
'Buckbeak lost,' said Ron weakly.
'Hagrid's just sent this.' said Ann, passing Harry the note. Hagrid's note was dry this time, no tears had splattered it, yet his hand seemed to have shaken so much as he wrote that it was hardly legible. Lost appeal. They're going to execute at sunset. Nothing you can do. Don't come down. I don't want you to see it. Hagrid
'We've got to go,' said Harry at once. 'He can't just sit there on his own, waiting for the executioner!'
'Sunset, though,'said Ron, who was staring out of the window in a glazed sort of way. 'We'd never be allowed … specially you, Harry …' Harry sank his head into his hands, thinking.
'If we only had the Invisibility Cloak …'
'Where is it?'said Hermione. Harry told her about leaving it in the passageway under the one-eyed witch. '… if Snape sees me or Ann anywhere near there again, I'm in serious trouble,' he finished.
'That's true,' said Hermione, getting to her feet. 'If he sees you … how do you open the witch's hump again?'
'You â€" you tap it and say, 'Dissendium', 'said Ann. 'But â€"' Hermione didn't wait for the rest of her sentence; she strode across the room, pushed the Fat Lady's portrait open and vanished from sight.
'She hasn't gone to get it?' Ron said, staring after her. She had. Hermione returned a quarter of an hour later with the silvery Cloak folded carefully under her robes.
'Hermione, I don't know what's got into you lately!' said Ron, astounded. 'First you hit Malfoy, then you walk out on Professor Trelawney â€"' Hermione looked rather flattered. They went down to dinner with everybody else, but did not return to Gryffindor Tower afterwards. Harry had the Cloak hidden down the front of his robes; he had to keep his arms folded to hide the lump. They skulked in an empty chamber off the Entrance Hall, listening, until they were sure it was deserted. They heard a last pair of people hurrying across the hall, and a door slamming. Ann poked her head around the door.
'OK,' she whispered, 'no one there â€" Cloak on â€"' Walking very close together so that nobody would see them, they crossed the Hall on tiptoe beneath the Cloak, then walked down the stone front steps into the grounds. The sun was already sinking behind the Forbidden Forest, gilding the top branches of the trees. They reached Hagrid's cabin and knocked. He was a minute in answering, and when he did, he looked all around for his visitor, pale-faced and trembling.
'It's us,' Harry hissed. 'We're wearing the Invisibility Cloak. Let us in and we can take it off.' 'Yeh shouldnt've come!' Hagrid whispered, but he stood back, and they stepped inside. Hagrid shut the door quickly and Harry pulled off the Cloak. Hagrid was not crying, nor did he throw himself upon their necks. He looked like a man who did not know where he was or what to do. This helplessness was worse to watch than tears. 'Wan'some tea?' he said. His great hands were shaking as he reached for the kettle.
'Where's Buckbeak, Hagrid?' said Ann hesitantly.
'I â€" I took him outside,' said Hagrid, spilling milk all over the table as he filled up the jug. 'He's tethered in me pumpkin patch. Thought he oughta see the trees an' â€" an'smell fresh air â€" before â€"' Hagrid's hand trembled so violently that the milk jug slipped from his grasp and shattered all over the floor.
'We'll do it, Hagrid,' said Hermione quickly, hurrying over with Ann and starting to clean up the mess. 'There's another one in the cupboard,' Hagrid said, sitting down and wiping his forehead on his sleeve. Harry glanced at Ron, who looked back hopelessly.
'Isn't there anything anyone can do, Hagrid?' Harry asked fiercely, sitting down next to him. 'Dumbledore â€"'
'He's tried,' said Hagrid. 'He's got no power ter overrule the Committee. He told 'em Buckbeak's all right, but they're scared … yeh know what Lucius Malfoy's like … threatened 'em, I expect … an' the executioner, Macnair, he's an old pal o' Malfoy's … but it'll be quick an' clean … an' I'll be beside him …' Hagrid swallowed. His eyes were darting all over the cabin, as though looking for some shred of hope or comfort. 'Dumbledore's gonna come down while it â€" while it happens. Wrote me this mornin'. Said he wants ter â€" ter be with me. Great man, Dumbledore …' Hermione, who had been rummaging in Hagrid's cupboard for another milk jug, let out a small, quickly stifled sob into Ann's shoulder. She straightened up with the new jug in her hands, fighting back tears.
'We'll stay with you, too, Hagrid,' Ann began, as Hermoine nodded fiercely, but Hagrid shook his shaggy head.
'Yeh're ter go back up ter the castle. I told yeh, I don' wan' yeh watchin'. An' yeh shouldn' be down here anyway … if Fudge an' Dumbledore catch yeh out without permission, Harry, yeh'll be in big trouble.' Silent tears were now streaming down Hermione's face, but she hid them from Hagrid, bustling around making tea, wth Ann's help. Then, as Hermione picked up the milk bottle to pour some into the jug, she let out a shriek. Ann looked over and gasped.
'Ron! I â€" I don't believe it â€" it's Scabbers!' said Ann. Ron gaped at the girls.
'What are you talking about?' Hermione carried the milk jug over to the table and turned it upside-down. With a frantic squeak, and much scrambling to get back inside, Scabbers the rat came sliding out onto the table. 'Scabbers!' said Ron blankly. 'Scabbers, what are you doing here?' He grabbed the struggling rat and held him up to the light. Scabbers looked dreadful. He was thinner than ever, large tufts of hair had fallen out leaving wide bald patches, and he writhed in Ron's hands as though desperate to free himself. 'It's OK, Scabbers!'said Ron. 'No cats! There's nothing here to hurt you!' Hagrid suddenly stood up, his eyes fixed on the window. His normally ruddy face had gone the colour of parchment. 'They're comin' …' Ann Harry, Ron and Hermione whipped around. A group of men was walking down the distant castle steps. In front was Albus Dumbledore, his silver beard gleaming in the dying sun. Next to him trotted Cornelius Fudge. Behind them came the feeble old Committee member and the executioner, Macnair. 'Yeh gotta go,' said Hagrid. Every inch of him was trembling. 'They mustn' find yeh here … go on, now …' Ron stuffed Scabbers into his pocket and Hermione picked up the Cloak. 'I'll let yeh out the back way,'said Hagrid. They followed him to the door into his back garden. Ann felt strangely unreal, and even more so when she saw Buckbeak a few yards away, tethered to a tree behind Hagrid's pumpkin patch. Buckbeak seemed to know something was happening. He turned his sharp head from side to side, and pawed the ground nervously. 'It's OK, Beaky,'said Hagrid softly. 'It's OK …' He turned to Ann, Harry, Ron and Hermione. 'Go on,' he said. 'Get going!' But they didn't move.
'Hagrid, we can't â€"' 'We'll tell them what really happened â€"' 'Buckbeak's innocent-' 'They can't kill him â€"'
'Go!'said Hagrid fiercely. 'It's bad enough without you lot in trouble an' all!' They had no choice. As Hermione threw the Cloak over Ann, Harry and Ron, they heard voices at the front of the cabin. Hagrid looked at the place where they had just vanished from sight. 'Go quick,' he said hoarsely. 'Don' listen …' And he strode back into his cabin as someone knocked at the front door. Slowly, in a kind of horrified trance, Ann, Harry, Ron and Hermione set off silently around Hagrid's house. As they reached the other side, the front door closed with a sharp snap.
'Please, let's hurry,' Hermione whispered. 'I can't stand it, I can't bear it …' They started up the sloping lawn towards the castle. The sun was sinking fast now; the sky had turned to a clear, purple-tinged grey, but to the west there was a ruby-red glow. Ron stopped dead. 'Oh, please, Ron,' Hermione began.
'It's Scabbers â€" he won't â€" stay put â€"' Ron was bent over, trying to keep Scabbers in his pocket, but the rat was going berserk; squeaking madly, twisting and flailing, trying to sink his teeth into Ron's hand. 'Scabbers, it's me, you idiot, it's Ron,' Ron hissed. They heard a door open behind them and men's voices.
'Oh Ron, please let's move, they're going to do it!' Hermione breathed.
'OK â€" Scabbers, stay put â€"' They walked forwards; Harry and Ann, like Hermione, were trying not to listen to the rumble of voices behind them. Ron stopped again.
'I can't hold him â€" Scabbers, shut up, everyone'll hear us â€"' The rat was squealing wildly, but not loudly enough to cover up the sounds drifting from Hagrid's garden. There was a jumble of indistinct male voices, a silence and then, without warning, the unmistakable swish and thud of an axe. Hermione swayed on the spot.
'They did it!'she whispered. 'I d-don't believe it â€" they did it!'
'No!' Ann whisper-yelled, grabbing Harry's arm out of shock.