pretty girl diggory- R.Weasley

3:13

                                                   SIRIUS BLOODY BLACK

     Celeste's mind had gone blank with shock. The three 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 howling.

   "Hagrid," Harry muttered. Without thinking about what he was doing, he made to turn back, but Ron and Hermione seized his arms.

    "We can't," Ron said, who was paperwhite. "He'll be in worse trouble if they know we've been to see him.."

     Hermione's breathing was shallow and uneven.

    "How -- could -- they?" Celeste choked. "How could they?"

     "Come on," Ron said, whose teeth seemed to be chattering.

   They set off back towards the castle, walking slowly to keep themselves hidden under the Cloak. The light was fading fast now. By the time they reached open ground, darkness was settling like a spell around them.

  "Scabbers, keep still," Ron hissed, clamping his hands over his chest. The rat was wriggling madly. Ron came to a sudden half, 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 --"

    Scabbers was plainly terrified. He was writhing with all his might, trying to break free of Ron's grip.

    "What's the matter with him?" 

     But Celeste had just seen -- slinking towards them, his body low to the ground, wide yellow eyes glinting eerily in the darkness -- Crookshanks. Whether he could see them or was following the sound of Scabber's squeaks, Celeste could not tell.

    "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, Celeste, or Hermione could stop him, Ron had thrown the Cloak off himself and pelted away into the darkness. 

    "Ron!" Hermione moaned.   

     The three of them looked at each other, then followed at a sprint; it was impossible to run full out under the Cloak; they pulled it off and it streamed behind them like a banner as his shouts at Crookshanks.

     "Get away from him -- get away -- Scabbers, come here --"

    There was a loud thud.

    "Gotcha! Get off, you stinking cat --"

     Harry, Celeste, and Hermione almost fell over Ron; they skidded to a stop right in front of him. He was sprawled on the ground, but Scabbers was back in his pocket; he had both hands held tight over the quivering lump.

    "Ron -- come on -- back under the Cloak --" Hermione panted. "Dumbledore -- the Minister -- they'll be coming back out in a minute --"

    But before they could cover themselves again, before they could even catch their breath, they heard the soft pounding of gigantic paws. Something was bounding towards them out of the dark -- an enormous, pale-eyed, jet-black dog.