"'cause a princess doesn't cry."
Louis
I walk out to the direction of Hagrid's shack, almost running into Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle. They run past me and I notice that Draco's nose is gushing blood. Absolutely disgusting.
When I exit the castle, I see Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Makayla standing near the edge of the hill, looking down at Hagrid's shack.
"Hey, guys," I say, startling Harry, Hermione, and Ron. Makayla doesn't move. I walk over to her to see what she is looking at. "They're killing her?"
She nods as Harry, Hermione, and Ron run back over. What I'm guessing is the executioner lifts up the axe they're holding and slices—what I think is—Buckbeak's head off of the rest of her body.
Hermione starts crying into Ron's shoulder. Harry and Ron comfort her while Makayla stands to the side, a single teardrop gliding down her cheek. She's the first princess I've ever seen cry. Each and every time I see it, it's harder for me to keep control over myself. I keep reminding myself that we hate each other and people who hate each other don't comfort each other.
"Ow!" Ron shouts. Scabbers, his rat, bit his hand, and is now running toward the Womping Willow. This'll be fun. "Scabbers!" Ron shouts, running after the rodent. To believe he cares so much for it...
"Ron!" Hermione shouts, Harry running after him. Makayla wipes her eyes, her eyeliner smudging slightly, and follows them.
The rat runs straight to her and she picks it up, hearing a growl. It comes from behind her.
"Makayla! Look out!" Hermione shouts.
She turns around, seeing a black wolf snarling behind her. Rolling her eyes, she walks to Ron, giving him the rat, saying to the wolf, "And, go."
The wolf chases after Ron, grabbing him by the foot and dragging him to the Womping Willow. He cries for Harry as Harry tries numerous times to grab onto Ron. Then, Ron and the wolf disappear inside the Willow.
"What the hell was that?" Harry asks Makayla, angrily.
"The plan," Makayla wipes her hands down her pants in disgust from holding a rat without gloves. "In three... Two..."
The Womping Willow swipes Harry and Hermione away from it with its twisting branches. They grunt when they meet the ground.
"What plan is there?"
"You'll see," she says, a smug smile left on her face.
"Was the wolf part a part of the plan?" I ask, still completely shocked about what I just watched happen.
"Well—he wasn't supposed to turn into the hound. I suppose he got anxious or impatient."
"Who?" Hermione asks.
Makayla's smug smile returns, "You'll see." She walks to the Womping WIllow and slips inside through the hole that Ron and the wolf went through. We all look at each other then shrug, walking toward the tree, then get swiped away. How in Merlin's name did she get in?
It took us about ten to fifteen minutes of fighting with a tree for us to get into the tree. We all fall ontop of each other into a small swaying shack. The Shrieking Shack. Of course, we're in a haunted house. Utterly perfect.
I hear whining echoing throughout the shack, coming from upstairs. We all already know that the whining is Ron, so we all run upstairs.
"Ron!" Harry exclaims when Ron comes into view.
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FanfictionMakayla Malfoy, daughter of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, is just a girl trying to get through her eight years of education at Hogwarts, until some crummy first years make that impossible. Now she must help them through their journey, so they don't do...
