"You love me, Harry."
"No i don't, Rose. Fuck off."
Rose Black, the daughter of the famous Sirius Black. The only thing she was ever known as. But what she didn't know, is that in just four years, she would be so much more than that. Voldemort and t...
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Their minds had gone blank with shock. The four of them stood transfixed with horror under the Invisibility Cloak. The very last rays of the setting sun were casting a bloody light over the long-shadowed grounds. Then, behind them, they heard a wild growling.
"Hagrid," Harry muttered. Without thinking about what he was doing, he made to turn back, but both Ron and Rose seized his arms.
"We can't." Rose demanded, gripping his arm.
"He'll be in worse trouble if they know we've been to see him.." said Ron, who was paper-white.
Hermione's breathing was shallow and uneven.
"How—could—they?" she choked. "How could they?"
Rose released her grip on Harry's arm. "Shh, its okay.. breathe." She whispered to Hermione. She always had a sort of soft spot with Hermione, she wasn't exactly sure why, though.
"Come on," said Ron, whose teeth seemed to be chattering.
They set off back toward the castle, walking slowly to keep themselves hidden under the cloak. The light was fading fast now.
By the time they reached the open ground, darkness was settling like a spell around them.
"Scabbers, keep still," Ron hissed, clamping his hand over his chest. The rat was wriggling madly. Ron cane to a sudden halt, trying to force Scabbers deeper into his pocket. "What's the matter with you, You stupid rat? Stay still— OUCH! He bit me!"
"Ron, be quiet!" Hermione whispered urgently. "Fudge will be out here in a minute—"
"He won't—stay—put—"
"I swear, i am going to rip that rat's head off and feed it to Hermione's cat." Rose threatened, jaw clenched.
Scabbers looked painfully terrified. He was writhing with all his might, trying to break free of Ron's grip.
"What's the matter with him?"
But Harry had just seen—stinking toward them, his body low to the ground, wide yellow eyes glinting eerily in the darkness—Crookshanks.
"Crookshanks!" Hermione moaned. "No, go away, Crookshanks! Go away!"
But the cat was getting nearer— "Scabbers—NO!"
Too late— The rat had slipped between Ron's clutching fingers, hit the ground, and scampered away. In one bound, Crookshanks sprang after him, and before Harry, Rose or Hermione could stop him, Ron had thrown the Invisibility Cloak off himself and pelted away into the darkness.
"Ron!" said Hermione.
Rose and Harry looked at eachother, then at Hermione, then followed in a sprint; it was impossible to run full out under the cloak; so Rose ripped it off of themselves and Harry threw it and it streamed behind them like a banner as they hurried after Ron; they could hear his feet thundering along ahead and his shouts at Crookshanks.
