STARLIT SUPERNOVA. h. potter

xiii. Game of Dog and Rat

starlit supernova
❛ xiii. game of dog and rat ❜

━━━━━ NOVA'S MIND HAD gone blank with shock. The four — she, Hermione, Harry, and Ron — stood transfixed with horror under the Invisibility Cloak. The very last rays of the setting sun were casting a bloody light over the long-shadowed grounds. Then, behind them, they heard a wild howling.

               "Hagrid," Harry muttered. And just like that, he made to turn back, but Ron and Hermione seized his arms.

               "We can't," said Ron, who was paper-white. "He'll be in worse trouble if they know we've been to see him ..."

               Hermione's breathing was shallow and uneven. "How — could — they?" she choked. "How could they?"

               Nova took a breath and tried to blink away her tears. You had seen this coming, she told herself scathingly, and yet, you couldn't stop it. You don't get to mourn. "We need to go," she said, her voice tight. "Come on. Move."

               They set off back toward the castle, walking slowly to keep the four of them hidden under the cloak. The light was fading fast now. By the time they reached open ground, darkness was settling like a spell around them.

               "Scabbers, keep still," Ron hissed, clamping his hand over his chest. The rat was wriggling madly. Ron came to a sudden halt, trying to force Scabbers deeper into his pocket. "What's the matter with you, You stupid rat? Stay still — Ouch! He bit me!"

               "Ron, be quiet!" Hermione whispered urgently. "Fudge'll be out here in a minute —"

               "He won't — stay — put —"

               Scabbers was plainly terrified. He was writhing with all his might, trying to break free of Ron's grip.

               "What's wrong with Scabbers?" Nova demanded. "Is he normally like this?"

               But Nova had just seen what was getting Scabbers so worked up — stinking toward them, his body low to the ground, wide yellow eyes glinting eerily in the darkness — Crookshanks. Whether he could see them or was following the sound of Scabbers's squeaks, Nova couldn't tell.

               "Crookshanks!" Hermione moaned. "No, go away, Crookshanks! Go away!"

               But the cat was getting nearer —

               "Scabbers — No!"

               Too late — the rat had slipped between Ron's clutching fingers, hit the ground, and scampered away. In one bound, Crookshanks sprang after him, and before Harry or Hermione could stop him, Ron had thrown the Invisibility Cloak off himself and pelted away into the darkness.

               "Ron!" Hermione hissed.

               She, Harry, and Nova rushed into a sprint; it was impossible to run full out under the cloak; they pulled it off and it streamed behind them like a banner as they hurtled after Ron; they could hear his feet thundering along ahead, and his shouts at Crookshanks.

               "Get away from him — get away — Scabbers, come here —"

               There was a loud thud.