Year Three: The Prisoner of Azkaban Pt 5

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*The next day, the quartet decided to visit Hagrid since he came back from the hearing about Buckbeak.*

Hermione: Beautiful day.

Ron: Gorgeous. Unless you've been ripped to pieces!

Harry: Ripped to pieces? What are you talking about?

*Hermione let out a scoff.*

Hermione: Ronald has lost his rat.

Ron: I haven't lost anything! Your cat killed him!

Hermione: Rubbish.

Ron: Harry, you and Damian have seen the way that bloodthirsty beast of hers is always lurking about. And Scabbers is gone.

Hermione: Well, maybe you should take better care of your pets!

Ron: Your cat killed him!

Hermione: Did not.

Ron: Did.

Hermione: Didn't.

*They decided to drop it for now. As Ron and Harry went on up ahead, Hermione spoke to Damian for a bit.*

Hermione: Any news on Jon?

Damian: No. He's still asleep. I know what he did was unforgivable, but he means well. I know he does.

Hermione: I want to believe you, Damian. I really do. But what he did scared me. You didn't see his face like Ron and I did. He was laughing and smiling. It was like he wasn't himself.

Damian: I understand. But I promise, he won't hurt anyone again.

*Hermione was hesitant but gave a nod to Damian. They continued walking down to Hagrids. Back in the Hospital wing, Jon finally woke up with a groan. Madame Pomfrey helped him sit up.*

Pomfrey: Good morning, Mr. Crane. How are you feeling?

Jon: A little sore. What happened?

Pomfrey: Bumped your head on a rock on the grounds near the whomping willow, putting you unconscious.

Jon: For how long?

Pomfrey: 4 days.

*Jon was shocked. Just then, a knock at the door of the hospital wing came.*

Pomfrey: I'll be right back.

*Pomfrey walked over to the door, opened it, and got whacked upside the head by a gold cane. Jon looked over and saw a man in a green suit with the same gold cane and the top of it was shaped like a question mark walk over to him.*

Riddler: Well hello there. Jonathan, is it?

Jon: Who are you?

Riddler: Names Edward. Edward Nygma. But you can call me...The Riddler.

*Riddler set his cane aside and sat down next to Jon.*

Riddler: So, Jonny. I've heard from a birdy telling me about how you made Draco scared for his life. Wow. You're talented, buddy. Talented.

Jon: You heard about that?

Riddler: I sure a shootin' did. Now tell me. How did it feel?

Jon: What?

Riddler: Scaring Malfoy. How did it feel?

Jon: I...I guess it felt. Satisfying. Just seeing him in terror. In fear. It felt...good. Almost like getting revenge on what he did to my friends. Just seeing his face...makes me want more of that satisfaction.

Riddler: Well, my friend. You're in luck. That same little birdy told me that you are invited to join our little group. But the hard part is, you can't just go as Jon Crane. We need to come up with another name for you. You know what? I got a riddle. I'm best friends with a tinman, and a lion with giant paws. If you were to shake my hand, you'd be clutching at some straws. What am I?

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