"One thing you wanna now about hippogriffs is that they are very proud creatures."

Part of the Favorite Scene Challenge. I loved the hippogriff scene in PoA, so I decided to write it from Buckbeak's point of view.

That boy looks at me in such an indiscreet way I can't help but looking back. That dark eyes and hair of him. Odd. And much different from Hagrid's. Who stood right next to me, his eyes resting on the boy. Excuse me? Maybe his eyes could be resting on me, rather?

But obviously that boy is more important. I begin to scratch the ground, and better not leaving the boy out of my eyes. I could tell he was up to no good.

Although I must say his stroking was quite nice, almost gentle.

Not as gentle as the ferrets I got to eat, but gentle in how far a human could be gentle, with all the flaws they had.

Their two legs for one, their constant-blinking eyes for second, their nervous and irritating way of talking. And those were only three of these things.

'Well, done, Harry, well done.'

While my right eye still rests on the black-haired boy, I take the chance to glance at Hagrid again. He clapped at the boy. Not me. The boy. That was something I almost saw as an insult – who was standing here, wasting his time – but I kept calm. No reason to look for trouble.

There may still be ferrets to get.

'I think he might let you ride him!'

Who can right whom? Me? The boy? That was so beneath me I only gave Hagrid a contemptuously look. Human! Bad enough if Hagrid or others rode at me, but me riding on a human? Hagrid was basically suggesting I couldn't carry myself. It was only thanks to the ferret's smell that I kept my temper. Ferrets, ferrets.

'What?,' says the boy, and I glance at him. What, "what"? Being insolent now, was he. As if it couldn't be seen as an honour to carry me on your back. But no, all the boy could say was "what".

But I didn't say anything to that. I am generally not looking for trouble, especially not if ferrets were involved.

I was so busy glancing at Hagrid's pocket I didn't notice how he packed the boy, and, good gracious, placed him on my back.

Ex-cuse me?

Who would let ride whom? Hagrid had been talking about me. I should carry the boy. Not him me. That was so outrageous I gave a littel screatch. There was no way I would be treeted like a pet! I was no pet. I was a hippogriff, after all. Why would someone treat me like I could be trained? But then, I felt Hagrid's hand on my back, and out of reflex, and because I thought of the ferrets, I started to run.

Blimey, I was running, with an insolent boy on my back. Something was quite wrong with me.

But if I was carrying him, I would do it right. I jumped elegant into the air, glided a little bit around the corner and off we went. My legs jumped through the air as we chased around the corner. A ride on a hippogriff was not one to be forgotten, after all.

Swifty and elegant at once I made a turn and we approached the sea. I liked the sea. I could tell he liked it, too.

The boy now leaned back on me, and yelled. I have already mentioned human's voices, and his screaming definitely did not count amongst the most pleasant sounds.

But for some reasons, I did not bother so much.

I was a proud hippogriff, but I have taken a liking on this boy.