Never Let Me Go ⚡︎ [ harry potter ]

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They continued running through the trees of the Forbidden Forest, trying to escape their werewolf professor. Grace's stomach lurched up into her throat when her foot caught a tree root, and she screamed as she fell to the ground. Pop. She hissed as pain shot up her arm from her wrist. Grace paused when she heard a low growl, and slowly, she turned her body to see Remus standing twelve feet away, eyeing her. Gulping, she slowly tried to back up, wincing at the pain in her wrist, and Remus took a step toward her.

If she was bit, she was bit. She knew Remus would feel guilty, and hate himself, but it wasn't his fault, she knew it wasn't his fault. She also knew that he would never forgive himself for hurting her... but right now, Remus wasn't Remus. She took a deep breath and watched as the werewolf leapt toward her. She clenched her eyes shut, but when she heard a flap and a screech, she opened her eyes and saw Buckbeak slash the wolfs face. The werewolf howled in pain, and went to follow Buckbeak as the hippogriff galloped in a different direction, leading the wolf away from them.

"Grace!" Harry called, running to her. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," she nodded, staring wide-eyed at the direction that Buckbeak led the Werewolf. She blinked, shaking her head, and went to stand up, but she hissed when she put her weight on her wrist.

"You're not alright," Harry sighed as he held out his hand for her, and she took it.

"Thanks," she replied. "I'm fine, it's just a sprained wrist, nothing that Madam Pomfrey can't fix," shrugged.

"Guys..." Hermione called out as she pointed to the distance. Dementors.

"Let's go," Harry said, taking Grace's good hand and the three of them ran to the clearing of the lake.

Grace stared in horror as she watched the Dementors surround her, her dad, and Harry. She watched Harry attempt to conjure a patronus, and Grace's screams and cries for her dad echoed around them. "This is horrible," Hermione whispered as she stared in horror.

"Don't worry," Harry told them. "My dad will come, right there," he pointed to large, flat rock at the shore line of the lake. "You'll see, he'll come... any minute," he continued. "He'll conjure the patronus."

Grace continued to watch in horror.

"No one's coming, Harry," Hermione said nervously.

"He will! He will come!" Harry assured her.

"No one's coming!" Hermione whispered. "You're dying! All three of you!"

Grace gasped in realization as she looked at Harry in awe. "It's you..." she whispered, and Hermione frowned. "It was you..." she whispered again, but it fell on deaf ears as Harry had ran to the shore and pointed his wand.

"EXPECTO PATRONUM!" Harry shouted and a bright, blue light pulsated around them as a giant, blue stag stood before them on the lake. Grace watched in amazement as Harry's patronus forced the dementors to retreat. As the dementors flew away, she saw herself staring at Harry. Her eyes widened as she tugged on the back of Harry's jacket, pulling him back into the tree line.

"You're brilliant," she whispered in awe, smiling up at him. Harry felt his cheeks flush and he caught his breath. They heard a familiar screech, and the three of them turned to see Buckbeak had returned to them. Grace started to bow, but Buckbeak lowered his head to her and she went straight to him, stroking his beak. "Thank you," she whispered to him. "You saved me, and my relationship with Remus," Buckbeak bumped his beak against her cheek and she smiled. "I know you've done a lot for us already but... can you help us one more time?" she asked him and Buckbeak bumped her cheek again. "Can you help us save my dad?"