Harry Potter Male Reader Insert - Book 3

Chapter 15.

The very last crimsonstained golden rays of the descending sun did catch them looking dizzy and unfocused by their own path. They were under the Invisibility Cloak hidden deftly. The bloody light passed through the transparent material and slipped to the ground and were illuminated for hindmost minutes longshadowed grounds from the crimson and rose sky. Then behind them sounded a wild howl.

"Hagrid," Harry called. He made to start back but Ron caught his arm and he made a wide move while doing that and the Cloak almost let go again. But Hermione wriggled a bit and saved it dexterously and released a hand outside and patted it downward up on them with her fingers.

"We can't," Ron said and paused. He was white as marble about the face and his hands shook and his breath was uneven as has it a dyspnea patient. Yet he managed to speak on: "He'll be in trouble if they gather we've seen everything."

Y/N shook his head and said: "We didn't see anything. Come on."

And came on they did. Huddled up and back up toward the castle. Plowing very slowly toward the southwest. To their right, the sun surely was racing them. Downward against their thread upward. Even the light faded fast. Arriving early hours of night. Crossing their track before. Their eyes switched on by darkness to see more. Activating the adaptability. Yes the human body forged to adapt. But inside that huddle when the four of them were squished, it was hot and messy and utmostly uncomfortable and they all were growing impatient to the brim. Finally they reached open ground. Around them the light had fully let itself be colored black as if lightness were given up wholly.

Again the rat was wriggling madly as if it were shook to the core with fear or perhaps agitation. But what could agitate its dumb mind? What could it be. Who could it be. Perhaps. The owner?

"Scabbers, keep still," Ron said and clamped his hand over his chest. He then halted, trying to force Scabbers deeper into his pocket. "What's the matter with you? Stay still." Then he gasped and recoiled and exhaled, shaking his head. He cried: "He bit me!"

"Be quiet," Y/N said, he was tired and bothered.

Hermione said after him: "Fudge will be out here in a minute." Y/N had often had a hand on her back, like her senior, she didn't mind that. But now she took his hand in hers and like that, they would remain some time.

"He won't stay put," Ron said, frowning into the blackness.

Scabbers was terrified. Writhing with all his might was trying to get out and escape.

"What's the matter with him?"

Then there were seen, two pairs of eyes yellow and bright, orange and gray slinking about. Darkness around did not produce light to imprison them. In the new risen moon, gray were two cats, one, of course, more gray and the other gray in a sort of dirty orange hue. Crookshanks, when he came to full view, advanced at Scabbers like a famished animal and Cinder stood a few feet by, staring and lurking, as Crookshank's final reinforcement, in any case of hazard she would strike on.

Hermione said: "Crookshanks! Go away!"

Crookshanks yet was mulish and had never let himself be ordered about. But then the rat slipped between Ron's fingers, hit the ground, and scampered away. Crookshanks close behind the rat. Cinder pursued the tomcat and the rodent. Now two cats chased the prey. Ron followed by, no one stopped him, he threw the Cloak off himself.

The three remaining glanced about each. And the other. They came away at a sprint. They discarded the Cloak. For it was impossible to run while underneath it. It streamed behind them like a banner. Harry pocketed it. They could hear feet of Ron's. His screams, his curses at cats. There was a thud. Ron had caught the rat. The three stood over him. Panting and breathing heavily. Ron was lying down in ground and holding Scabbers. He had both hands held tight over the quivering lump.