Harry's Godfather Or A Deatheater?

Chapter 15

Hagrid and Buckbeak

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Tess' P.O.V.

The lot of us (Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Tess) were going to see Hagrid. Lenux had previously told us that he was coming back from a hearing. The hearing where the ministor was going to judging Buckbeak.

Guess what?

We didn't know what the ministor decided. We were going to ask Hagrid. Which, I believe is the worst idea. 

Hold on, don't judge straight away.

Why would we want Hagrid to remember what happened in the hearing?

What if Buckbeak was going to be executed? 

Would we want Hagrid to full of sorrow? 

Didn't think about that, did you? (If you did, clap clap.)

We walked out into the Transfiguration courtyard. "Beautfiul day." Hermione said. As much as I appreciated it, Hermione. Don't try to lighten the situation. It won't work.

I decided not to voice my thoughts and continued walking. I can't be rude.

Ron however, decided otherwise. "Gorgeous." He started. "Unless, of course, you're being ripped to pieces!"

The night two days prior today Ron had lost Scabbers. Now, next year I won't be taking care of him unless he shows up! He was the only pet Ron and I were allowed. 

We continued walking.

The fresh air hit me as we walked through the courtyard. "Ripped to pieces? What are you talking about?" Harry asked.

How can you be friends with someone for three years and not know if their pet was missing? Why am I so mad? Why am I so sad at the same time?

Not realizing, I voice my thoughts. Not the latter with the emotions. The first one, the one of being mad at Harry. 

Harry gave me a sad side glance. "Sorry." I muttered.

Doubt he'd hear it. Now he thinks I'm mad at him. Dammit.

Hermione cleared the throat as well as the tention between Harry and I. "Ronald has lost his rat." She said. Ronald? Ron-ald?

"I haven't lost anything!" He exclaimed. "Your cat killed him."

"Rubbish." Hermione replied, taking lead. 

"Harry." Ron said, looking for someone 'nice' to talk to. "You've seen the way that bloodthirsty beast of hers is always lurking around. And Scabbers is gone."

"Well maybe you should learn how to take better care of your pets!" Hermione said. "Your cat killed him!" Ron replied angrily. 

"Did not."

"Did!"

"Did not!"

As the two argued back and forth, I slowed down my pace so that I could walk next to Harry. "I'm sorry." I said. 

"It's fine, really."

His eyes gave away the truth to me. "You know it's not 'fine'." I replied.

"No need to feel sorry, Tess." He replied. His face softened a bit, trying to hide the truth. "You sure?" I asked. "Yeah." 

He looked down and found the floor most interesting.

Knowing he was still sad, I interwined our fingers and swung our hands back and forth. He looked at me once again, smiling. 

I jokingly bumped my body into his to which he returned. Stronger than I expected because I nearly fell.

Harry caught me and as soon as I could get my feet to touch the ground we burst out laughing.

Ron and Hermione turned to us, looking mad and fustrated. "Sorry." We both looked down. I gave Harry a side glance. He looked sad again. And he looked happy when we had our hands interwined. 

I took a hold of his hand again and swung it back and forth.

He looked at me again, smiling.

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When we arrived, Hagrid, who was a few feet inside the black lake, was throwing rocks into the it and watched as they skipped down the water before finally sinking down. 

Harry and I took a seat on a large rock, fingers still interwined. Whilst Ron and Hermione stood a few feet away from each other on the other side of the shore. 

"How'd it go Hagrid, the hearing?" Hermione asked him. 

"Well, first off, the committee members took turns talking about why we were there." He sounded mad instead of sad. Weird. He skipped another rock across the lake. 

"And then I got up, did my piece. Said how Buckbeak was a good hippogriff, always cleaned his feathers. And then, Lucius Malfoy got up. Well, you can imagine. He said Buckbeak was a deadly and dangerous creature who would kill you as soon as he looked at you." Hagrid said, now very mad. 

"And then?" Hermione asked.

"And then he asked the worst, did old Lucius."

I can agree with you there, Hagrid. "They're not sacking you!" Ron exclaimed, voice full of disbelief. After a pause, Hagrid said, "No, I'm not sacked."

I can imagine Buckbeak's going to be executed.

"Buckbeak's been sentenced to death!" He said, now voice full of sorrow. He threw one last rock into the water which sunk instantly from the immense force.

I started rolling up my jeans to my ankles so I could walk to him.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked. "I'm going to talk to Hagrid." I said.

Once my jeans were rolled up, I walked over to Hagrid. My jeans gave up half-way in and dipped into the water. Great.

No time to think of that. 

Hagrid needs a friend. Not that the others aren't, but they're not saying sorry.

The half-giant wailed silently but very sadly. I walked over to him and gave him a hug. "I'm sorry, Hagrid. I'm sure Buckbeak will be remembered." That just made him wail harder. "And Lucius Malfoy's family is surely the worst. Don't think about it, it will hurt less."

"It works for me."