Finally ; Harry Potter [1]

Chapter 29

Running, their feet hit the ground with loud thumps. Breathing heavily, the trio ran for their lives as they heard the loud and hungry growls from the Werewolf running after them.

Harry still had a firm grip on Robyn's hand, securing her protection. As long as he kept running, Robyn would be safe. Hermione was running a little ahead of the two, knowing Harry was no doubt keeping a close eye on her aswell. He always put others before himself and she knew Robyn was the exact same.

They dashed for their lives through the forest, never looking back, scared of what they might find lurking behind their shoulders.

Adrenaline was pumping through their veins, putting them on a high. The fear they once felt dissappeared to an intense burning in their lungs. Their skin was glazed with sweat and they gasped for breath.

Suddenly, they stopped, hiding behind an old but wide and tall tree. Their backs pressed firmly against the rough bark of the tree as they held their breaths, trying to make as little noise as possible.

Robyn squeezed Harry's hand tighter as they heard the low breathing of the Werewolf getting closer.

The Werewolf paused, slowly walking around the tree, sniffing as it picked up the trios scents. Robyn sucked in a breath as she, Harry and Hermione slowly sidestepped the opposite direction, going around the tree until the Werewolf was out of sight. Fear crept back into all three of them.

They continued to circle the tree, not knowing the Werewolf was waiting for them.

"Buckbeak. We've got to find him.... and..."

The Werewolf was standing only a few steps away from them. The three froze and Robyn let out a high pitched noise of shock. For a second she could of sworn she heard Harry say something that sounded a lot like 'cute' but she shook it off, knowing she was far from cute and with the ringing in her ears, it was hard to make out any noise.

Lupin was ready to pounce, and although Robyn was shaking with fear, she couldn't help but look at the Werewolf with curiosity. Lupin was in there. Somewhere. She hated to think what it was like. No doubt it was probably painful.

The Werewolf was ready to pounce at the three, who stood paralysed. There was no escape. Even if they ran, the werewolf would still catch them and kill them as it was a lot faster.

Suddenly, as the Werewolf pounced, a loud screeching came from the skies and out of nowhere, a white blur met the trio's eye's. After they had a few moments to adjust from the shock Harry, Robyn and Hermione soon realised their saviour was Buckbeak who was screening them from the danger that lay before them.

Snarling angrily, the Werewolf charged and all Robyn could do was hope that Lupin did not get hurt. With lightning fast reflexes, Buckbeak lashed out, using his razor-sharp talons to warn the Werewolf that he was not to be messed with. Robyn was thankful that Buckbeak did not do any damage and only slashed out centimetres from the Werewolf's face, not causing any injuries. The Werewolf stopped, eyes glittering with rage, howled and dissappeared deeper into the woods.

"Poor Professor Lupin is having a really tough night..." Hermione muttered out of pity while sighing loudly with relief, melting against the tree.

All of a sudden, the leaves began to rustle and the air turned cold and hollow. Harry, Hermione and Robyn looked up and flying over the full moon, greasy as smoke, were Dementors.

"Let's go!"

Harry, Robyn and Hermione walked over to the small lake that was placed somewhere in the Forbidden Forest. On the other side of the lake was Sirius, unconscious and Harry looking scared with a whirling mass of Dementors circling around the two of them. They were sucking the life out of the two. The Dementors kiss.