Calliope Riddle, the daughter of Tom Riddle has endured more torture and heart break than even Harry Potter. This is why she hits her breaking point and decides to escape her father's clutches and run to Hogwarts. Here she encounters her biggest adv...
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I immediately darted forward, Hermione and Harry at my side, each of us trying to reach Ron before he was dragged away, failing to do so, we stood up quickly, only to be smacked ten feet back by the whomping willow.
I growled in pure anger, not being able to help myself I transformed into a lioness, letting out a loud, pained roar, startling Hermione and Harry. I darted through the branches, hissing and spitting when one would come close to me, slashing at the branches.
"Not my best friend." I growled internally.
With me doing so, it gave Hermione and Harry an extra chance as the tree was trying to hit me specifically, angry at me for slashing at it. I leaped forward, racking my claws across the roots and noticed one root pushed in like a button, causing the whole tree to freeze, just as Harry and Hermione screamed my name. I glanced up and saw a large branch an inch from my back, ready to crush me at any second.
Then, four arms were wrapped tightly around my large frame, causing me to mew softly.
"You almost died to give us a better chance to save Ron. I thought we had an agreement." Harry said quietly as Hermione cried silently.
I shifted back into myself, their arms still around me. "Ron is my best friend. You all are. I didn't think straight, all I thought of was saving him." I glanced at the tree quickly. "But we'd better hurry before it unfreezes."
The three of us climbed into the hole under the tree and followed the dark passageway.
"Where do you think this goes?" Hermione asked.
"I have a hunch. I just hope I'm wrong." Harry answered, leading the way.
"Harry," I started quietly. "Remember when I told you I became friends with a dog?"
"What? Yes, I remember." He answered
"That was the dog, Harry. Snuffles. Snuffles dragged Ron off. I can't believe it. I don't understand." I said, trying to hold in my tears, the guilt eating at me.
