Silent Love (Harry Potter Love Story)

Chapter 34

We duck behind the pumpkins, watch Hagrid solemnly greet the others. Fudge appears at the window. The branches of the trees behind are dancing oddly. Hermione turns around
 
“What?” Harry asked.
 
“Nothing, I thought I saw.. Nevermind,” said Hermione
 
We slip silently into a stand of trees. Beyond them, Hagrid’s hut glimmers desolately in the dying sun.We stop, fighting our tears. A quartet of bleak shadows files from hut. One of the shadows, Dumbledore raises his hand and poits, directing the attention of the others away from Buckbeak. The crows shriek excitely and the executioner separates from the others, disappears behind a low stand of trees. The ax hangs seemingly forever, etched against the sky, then drops from sight. We stare toward the trees in numb disbelief. I close my eyes and let the tears falling down in my face. An innocent creature just die. Hermione turns away, trembles..
 
The sun sets, dropping behind the mountains in the distance. Hermione turns. Hermione’s hand falls into Ron’s shoulder, Harry hold my hand.
 
“He bit me,” Ron’s eyes shift. See Scabbers streaking away.
 
“Ron! No!” said Hermione. As Ron pelts after Scabbers, we chase him. Ron reaches the summit, dissapears over the top. We follow him. We reach the top  of the ridge and stop
 
“Fanny, Harry, you do realize what tree this is..” said Hermione. Ron nabs Scabbers, cradles him in his bloody palm
 
“Now behave yourself,” said Ron. Ron is kneeling under the Whomping Willow.
 
“That’s not good,” I said.
 
“Ron! Run!” Harry yelled.
 
Ron spins, looks toward Harry. “Harry! Run!”
 
“Why he asks us to run?” I asked confusedly.
 
We turn around, bounding toward us in the gathering gloom is enormous, pale eyed, jet black, dog. Harry shields himself when the dog leaps clear over him.
 
“Aaaaahhhh!!” screamed Ron. The dog’s teeth flash and close on Ron’s foot, dragging him towards the trunk like a rag doll. Instantly, I dash forward, leaps out, and grabs Ron’s hand, but I and Ron just keep skudding along the ground.
 
“I’ve got you..” said Harry pitches himself to my heet and the three of us go scudding along.
 
“Harry!” said Ron. Harry raises his chin. The dog vanishes into the gap at the base of the tree, begins to pull Ron through.
 
“Hold on Ron!” said Harry. But it’s no use. The dog is too powerful. We glances around desperately, then finds ourself looking directly in Ron’s eyes. I can read his mind.
 
“No Ron..” I said.
 
One by one, Ron releases his fingers from my forearm. Sacrificing himself
 

“Nooooo!!!!” screamed Harry. But Ron closes his eyes, releases my hand fully and dissapears.We rise and peer into the hole.The whomping pillow sweeps first Hermione, and me, then Harry into the air. Drops us on the backside.
 
We rise. Run back toward the gap of the tree. A branch swoops down. Hermione and I duck. Harry doesn’t , he is flung one way, his glasses the other. Hermione hop another branch, I don’t so the whomping pillow fly me around, the branch scratch my face and I fell down into the gap that Ron enter, follow by Harry, next Hermione. On top of me.
 
“Thank’s!” said Hermione and Harry.
 
“Don’t mention it,” I said and Harry helped me up. “Where do you suppose this goes?”
 
“I have a hunch. I just hope I’m wrong...” said Harry.
 
We make our way through the primitive passageway, ducking the roots that dangle overhead. Then abruptly the tunner ends. Confused, we glance about then, as one, peer up. A small opening, Harry reaches up, hoists himself through, follow by Hermione and me.
 
“We’re in the Shrieking Shack, aren’t we?” asked Hermione. I just shrug my shoulder. Harry doesn’t answer, staring at the dog prints in the dust on the floor. The eiling creaks, we dash to the stairs.
 
“Nox,” said Harry. His wand light dies, slowly, we step to the door, exhange a look, we nod, wand ready, and Harry kicks the door aside. Ron sits upon a sagging bed, clutching his bloody foot.
 
“Ron, you’re ok,” Hermione smiled.
 
“The dog, where’s the?” asked Harry.
 
“He’s the dog, it’s a trap, he’s an animagus,” said Ron scarely.
 
We looks down, follows the paw prints on the floor to the pair of filthy human feet. We looks up slowly at the man standing in the shadows. Filthy, matted hair hangs to his shoulder. His skin like a corpse. SIRIUS BLACK.