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"Run!"
I didn't need telling twice. The moment the word escaped Hermione's lips, the two of us were racing through the forest, away from Were-Lupin. I was pretty sure I'd never run this fast in my life—even at Quidditch Practice! Of course, that was just practice. This was life and death. If Were-Lupin caught us, we were dead.
Literally.
After falling once and getting multiple cuts and scrapes from bushes and branches, Hermione and I hid behind one of the massive trees, gasping for air. I heard the telltale growl of the approaching werewolf, and Hermione grabbed my hand, pulling me in the opposite direction of the sound. We paused again, and the wolf howled, a long, mournful sound that sent a chill up my spine.
When it was quiet, Hermione tugged on my hand again, and we slowly backed away in the same direction.
Then . . . I heard a growl . . . coming from behind us.
I froze, and I felt Hermione do the same, then we both turned slowly around. There he was, baring his teeth and standing on his back paws, ready to kill. And Hermione was in front of me.
No.
I grabbed her shoulders and pressed her back against me, shielding her from the werewolf. No way in hell was I letting her die! That thing would have to go through me first if it wanted her! I braced myself for the impact, but it never came. Instead, I saw a flutter of wings and hooves as Buckbeak scared the wolf away.
Once it was gone, I loosened my grip on Hermione's shoulders, only to have her turn in my arms and bury her face in my chest. "That was so scary!" she whispered, and I instinctively tightened my arms around her. I tried to think of something—anything—to say to make her fears go away.
What I came up with was this: "Poor Professor Lupin's having a really tough night."
Was that some sort of attempt at humor? Well, it failed miserably. Brilliant, Potter, I thought sardonically. Way to help the situation.
I couldn't mentally kick myself for long, though. A moment later, the wind picked up, making it decidedly colder than before, which was saying something. Hermione and I both looked up, and saw the reason for that. Dementors. At least a hundred of them. And they were headed straight for the lake . . . where Sirius and past-me were.
This wasn't over yet.
A/N: One of my all-time favorite parts of ALL the movies, not just this one! :D I love it so much! SO fun to write! Please leave a review!
