Finally ; Harry Potter [1]

Chapter 22

Crimson blood hit the ground with a splash. The red liquid coated Ron's hand like a glove.

"He bit me..." Ron said, disbelief in his words. The sun was slowly beginning the set, turning the sky an ocean of different blues.

After the few tears that were shed by Hermione and Robyn, the girls had finally pulled themselves together, though they now had the same grieving numbness that the boys felt.

Ron had just about caught Scabbers streaking away and took no time in chasing after him.

"Ron! No!" Hermione yelled, her hand reaching out to grab him but she just met thin air.

As Ron pelted after Scabbers, Harry, Hermione and Robyn gave chase. Harry being the fastest of the three, raced ahead. Robyn felt like she was going the throw up. She knew something bad was going to happen, it had been eating away at her all day. She just hoped it wasn't as bad as her body was telling her it was going to be.

The Whomping Willow loomed ahead and Robyn stopped dead. Ron was heading straight for it. Her body began to tremble.

"Harry. Hermione. Y-You do know what t-tree that is...?" Robyn wailed, her eye's filled with fear. Ron was zooming towards the Whomping Willow, he was still not aware of where he was heading.

Suddenly, he tumbled and Scabbers was once again in his bloody hands. But the Willow seemed to already know someone not wanted was in its territory and it sprang to life.

"Now behave yourself." Ron muttered into his hands, still completely oblivious of the situation.

"That's not good." Harry said, watching the Whomping Willow with fear. "Ron! RUN!"

Ron spun around and noticed Harry, Hermione and Robyn keeping their distance. But he still did not notice the movement of the Whomping Willow. No, his eyes were set on something behind his three friends. His face paled and his lips trembled.

"Harry! Run!" Ron bellowed, rushing to his feet. Harry's eye's shifted to behind him and he stumbled back, alerting Robyn and Hermione also, making them set their eyes on what was behind them. Robyn let out a cry of terror and Hermione gasped.

Bounding towards them in the gathering gloom was a pale eyed, shaggy, jet black dog. The dog Harry had been seeing all year. The death Omen.

Shielding himself, Harry lifted his arms above his head but the dog leaped clear over his head. Robyn whizzed around, only to her horror, to see the giant beast making it's way towards Ron.

Growling, the dog bared it's teeth, looking at Ron hungrily. Ron backed away, stumbling back on to the floor. Abruptly, the dog pounced and dug it's razor sharp teeth into Ron's leg. Ron howled in pain as the dog began to drag him away. Even closer to the Whomping Willow.

Harry dashed forward and leaped, grabbing on to Ron's hand but also slamming into the ground. He let out a small groan but tried to pull Ron free.

"NO!" Robyn screamed as she watched her two best friend's being pulled away, towards the trunk of the Whomping Willow. She pulled out her wand but did not know what spell to use. Her mind went blank. Before she could even comprehend what she was doing, she grabbed on to Hermione's hand and ran toward's the Willow. As the two got closer they saw the hound dissappear into the trunk of the tree.

"Harry." Harry lifted his chin and saw Ron's legs dissappear also into the tree's trunk.

"Hold on, Ron!" Harry groaned as he used all his strength to try and pull Ron to safety. But it was no use. The dog was too strong. Too powerful. Harry looked around desperately, trying to find a solution. But he came up with nothing.