Execution
We made our way down a large hill "I find it astonishing that someone who prides herself on being so logical can be in such denial." Ron glares at Hermione "Harry. Will you explain to your friend Ronald that he has absolutely no proof whatsoever that my sweet, unassuming cat ate his shabby, decidedly decrepit rat." She hissed, Ron was convinced that Crookshanks had eaten scabbers and now they were fighting. "No, I won't. Know why? Because I don't care about your stupid rat! I don't care about your stupid cat! I've got a few other things on my mind right now!" Harry shouts at them and I flinch lightly, Harry very rarely shouted. "Really? Wasn't you had to roll under the bed last night to avoid getting cut to ribbons! A person could die from being your friend, Harry!" Ron seethes and realizes what he had just said, he stops quickly and you could tell he wishes he could take it back. We continue on our walk our eyes not meeting each other.
We arrive at the black lake, Hagrid, wearing a Gigantic brown suit GIGANTIC, HAIRY BROWN SUIT and perhaps the world's ugliest yellow and orange tie YELLOW AND ORANGE TIE, stands kneedeep in the shallows of the Lake, skimming rocks as big as flagstones across the water's shiny gloss. As he turns to face us, I could tell he was crying, his face was red and puffy and tears were welling in his eyes. "how did it go?" I ask not wanting to make the friendly giant cry even more "Buckbeak liked London." Hagrid smiled softly "she meant the hearing!" Hermione exclaimed "Oh. That. Well, I got up an' said my bit -- You know, howBuckbeak was a good Hippogriff an'as long as yeh treated 'im with respect, he'd treat you the same. Then Lucius Malfoy got up an' said his bit -- you know, how Buckbeakwas a deadly dangerous beast that no teacher in their righ' mind would expose their students to..." Hagrid trails off, I knew where this was going "and..." Hermione's voice was soft and hurt, Hagrid threw another rock "you must not blame yourself Hagrid!" I smiled at the man "Draco. It's him the Committee should punish. It's him they should send off to the forest, notBuckbeak." Ron insisted and my smile faded my friends really were idiots. "Buckbeak's not going back to the forest..." Hgarid frowned unable to finish his sentence, "he's going to be sentenced to death" I mutter and the trio's eyes widen, "what?!" "He asked for the worse, yeh see, Lucius Malfoy did. An' the committee granted it. Buckbeak's bin sentenced ter death."
We sat in divination eyes boring into crystal balls filled with smoke "Relax... Let your mind... go..." the crazy Professor insisted and I laughed lightly "Crystal-gazing requires that you clear the Inner Eye. Only then, will you... See. Oh my, what do we have here...?" She gazed into Harry's crystal ball "here we go again...Its the grim... the grim!" Hermione mocked "My dear, from the moment you first arrived in my class, I sensed that you did not possess the proper spirit for the noble art of divination. You may be young in years, but the heart that beats beneath your bosom is as shrivelled as an old maid's, your soul as dry as the pages of the books to which you so desperately cleave." The professor's eyes narrowed at the girl, Stung, Hermione starts to reply, but -- remarkably --seems incapable of a single word. Rising gracelessly, she exits, knocking her crystal ball to the floor, I watch as it rolls slowly out the doorway. "'In late spring, one of our numbers will leave us forever!' You knew, Professor! You saw it." Lavender brown shouted and Professor Trelawney turned to her "On these occasions, I take no joy in my gift, Miss Brown." Divination passed by rather quickly, it was over in no time. I walked beside Harry, Ron and Neville "She's gone mental, Hermione has. I mean, not that she wasn't always mental, but now it's out in the open for everyone to see..." Ron snickers he stops, glances at Harry, then moves off, I stay with Harry and he looks to the side picking up Hermione's crystal ball. We turned back towards the Divination classroom. Harry sets Hermione's crystal back on its stand, and we start to go when the smoke within the crystal suddenly turns black. Leaning close, Harry and I watch as a shape appears. It is unmistakable: Sirius Black. Just then, a hand snatches Harry's shoulder. We both spin around quickly "Professor Trelawney!" I sigh in relief "He will return tonight...." Her voice was extremely hallowed, "excuse me?" Harry looked at the women "Tonight, when the clock strikes twelve, the servant shall break free. He and his Master shall be reunited. It cannot be prevented." I grab Harry's hand and try to pull him away from the teacher she smiled savagely and then her head drops when it rises again she blinks and eyes her hand that rests on harry's shoulder. "So sorry, dear boy. Did you say something?" and Harry shook his head quickly "no. nothing" and we scrambled out of the classroom.
{Author's Pov}
The four rushed past the executioner as he sharpens the blade of his ask, Harry leading the rest to Hagrid's hut. "I can't believe they're going to kill Buckbeak! It's too horrible." (Name) cried out and Harry looked at her "it just got worse" he points, Malfoy, along with Crabbe and Goyle, lurks within a grouping of monolithic menhirs, binoculars in hand, spying on Hagrid, who stands in the pumpkin patch, tossing dead ferrets to Buckbeak. Hagrid wipes his eyes, lopes into the hut. "Did you see the big, fat blubbering oaf?! Oh, this is going to be rich. Did I tell you, Father said I can keep the head --" He laughed "Oh! Come to see the show!" He spotted the four. "You... foul... loathsome...evil... little cockroach..." (Name) sped forward her wand underneath Malfoys chin, he stumbles back and whimpers in fear "(Name)! No! he's not worth it" Ron grabbed the girl and pulled her away, she looked at Hermione and nodded, the fluffy-haired girl stormed forward and punched Draco in the nose his head bashing against the rock and he falls. Stunned, he leaps to his feet and runs, Crabbe and Goyle huffing and puffing behind. "That felt good!" Hermione smiled "Not good! Brilliant!" Ron beamed.
The four makes their way down the slope and pastBuckbeak, chewing on a ferret with idle satisfaction. (Name) knocked on the door and Hagrid let them in. Hagrid stands by the window watching Buckbeak. The three sit while Hermione makes tea. "Look at 'em. Loves the smello' the trees when the wind blows..." Hagrid smiles sadly, "I say... I say we set him free!" the (h/c)-ette suggested "They'd know I did it. And that would only get Dumbledore in trouble. Gonna come down, yeh know. Says he wants ter to be with me when it... when it happens.Great man, Dumbledore." Hagrid shook his head. "We'll stay with you too, Hagrid.!" Hermione piped up putting the mugs of tea onto the table. "Yeh will not! Think I wan' yeh seein' a thing like this! No.Yeh'll drink yer tea an' be off. But before yeh do -- I wan' ter see you an' Ron shake hands, Harry." Ron and Harry exchange a glance, then look to Hagrid, "Thin' I haven' seen 'ow it's bin between you two? Go on now... " Reluctantly the two boys extended their hands and shake, "Good. Now then. Ron, I wan' tersee you hug Hermione." Hagrid commanded and (Name) laughed clutching her side as the two screamed "what?!" "Go on! You two've been at it all year. An' I'm sick o' it." Acutely uncomfortable, Hermione and Ron step forward and perform perhaps the most awkward hug Hogwarts has ever seen causing tears of laughter to form in (Name)'s eyes. "Crikey, that's jus' abou' the most pathetic hug I e'er seen. But ye did it, an' tha's wha' matters. There's jus' one other thing..." and (name) shot up, "I am not kissing fang!" Hearing his name the dog thumps his tail happily on the floor Hagrid shakes his head "no-no" Hagrid turns and walks over to a small box lifting the lid off it. "Scabbers! you're alive!" Ron smiled happily as Hagrid handed him back his rat. "Yeh should keep a closer eye on yer pets, Ron. " Hagrid scolded and the ginger nodded happily, "I think you owe someone an apology!" Hermione hissed "Right. Next time I see Crookshanks, I'll let him know." Ron retorted, "I meant me!" Hermione snapped. "here we go again" (Name) rolled her eyes. A glass jar on the shelf shattered and something had hit Harry's head "ow!" he shouted he turns and looks out the window everyone turns to look. Dumbledore and Fudge approach. Behind them, in a fluttering shroud of crows, the executioner follows, axe at his side. Hagrid begins to panic. "Yeh got to go! It's almost dark. Anyone sees yeh outside the castle it'll be trouble! Big trouble!'Especially you, Harry --" The door began to bang, Hagrid stiffens in fear. Harry reaches up, puts his finger to Hagrid'strembling lips, speaks softly to the others "come on!" and they sneak out the backdoor as the others come through the front. (Name) and the others duck behind the pumpkins, watch Hagrid solemnly greets the others. Fudge appears at the window. Picks his nose "gross.." (Name) muttered and Hermione swung around looking into the tree's "what is it?" Harry questions quietly "Nothing, I just thought I saw...Never mind." The girl shook her head and they began to the run-up to the stones where Draco and his goons had been prior.
They stand gazing down at Hagrid's hut as the sun begins to set, the bell chiming loudly, They all try to hold back their tears as the execution raises its axe and holds it in the sky seemingly forever etched into the sky. and then it drops a sickening chop echoing through the area. Ron and Harry stare toward the trees in numb disbelief. Hermione and (Name), face turned away and begins to tremble, soft tears flowing down her cheeks. Slowly, Hermione's hand falls onto Ron's shoulder and Ron wraps an arm around (Name) as he pulls the two girls in allowing them to cry, Harry wrapping his arms around all three of them, they all pull away solemnly. "he bit me!" Ron exclaims as blood runs down his index finger he looks and sees scabbers running away.
"Ron! No!"
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