Magical - Harry Potter Fanfiction

43| Back in the day

Before we knew it, Scabbers had slipped out of Ron's hand and Ron was running after him, and we were running after Ron.

"Ron!" I yelled.

"We can't be seen out here!" Hermione called.

"Wait!" Yelled Harry.

Ron finally stopped running and had a hold of Scabbers, but he was standing under the Whomping Willow.

"Move, Ron!" I cried before a massive branch swung Ron off of his feet.

"Guys, run! It's the Grim!" Ron cried, pointing behind us.

We screamed and ran, the dog ran forward and grabbed onto Ron by his leg, pulling him into a hole at the base of the tree.

We didn't get to Ron in time, and he was pulled into the hole.

Something large hit me with a massive force and I was pushed back onto the ground.

"What do we do?" Hermione asked.

"We have to go and find Ron," I said.

"Let's make a run for it," said Harry. "Three, two, one."

The three of us ran, heading for the hole the dog pulled Ron down.

It was harder than it looked to get through the vicious tree branches, which were flying around at every angle.

After being whipped a few times, the three of us managed to squeeze down the hole and we found ourselves lying on dirt. We were in a dark, dirty tunnel.

Harry lit up his wand and we began following the path.

"Where do you think this goes?" Hermione asked. "And where's Ron?"

"This is marked on the Marauders Map but apparently no one's ever been inside, it leads off the map too," I said. "Let's just follow the tunnel."

We ran as fast as we could through the tunnel, worried about what that dog might be doing to Ron. After a few minutes, I could see a light, which reflected upon an old wooden staircase.

"Let's go," Harry said.

We ran up the staircase, eager to see what was going on.

We came to a room, a run down, dusty old room that looked like the remains of an old living room. The windows were bordered up.

"I think we're in the Shrieking Shack," I said.

Hermione, Harry and I gripped onto each other as we walked up another staircase, this time a room in the same condition revealed itself, a bedroom this time. Ron was sitting on the bed clutching Scabbers. We dashed over to him.

"Are you okay, Ron?" Hermione asked. "Where's the dog?"

"He's the dog!" Ron yelled frightfully, pointing a shaky finger behind us. "Sirius Black's an Animagus!"

We turned around and to my horror, Sirius Black himself was standing there.

He almost looked rotten. He had long, filthy hair, sunken in eyes and a wide grin revealed a set of yellow teeth.

"If you're going to Harry you'll have to kill us too!" I said protectively, jumping in front of Harry.

"Only one murder will take place tonight," Sirius said.

"You didn't care last time did you?" Harry yelled. "You didn't care about killing all those Muggles to get to Pettigrew!"

"Harry," Hermione said softly.