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Harry pulled her along, feeling the coldness and shivering of her hand. She was an extra weight, jumping at sounds of crumpling leaves and low howls in the distance or straight at her feet. Harry ran along until he reached the whomping willow. He panted slightly, staring at the dangerous tree. He looked up what like almost the very top of the tree, and saw a tiny beige knot flying around on a small vine. He made a jump for the knot, but it was too high. He heard Hermione creeping in front of him, the whispering of the leaves straining the fields slowly. Hermione crept farther, looking straight at the small hole at the bottom of the tree. Harry heard a large thumping noise, and a scream, and saw Hermione laying on the ground, a large branch hovering over her.

"Hermione!" He ran towards the unconscious Hermione, stroking her soft cheek. He looked upwards, and saw large branch full of spiky twigs moving towards him. He moved away quickly, his heart beating fast when it was so close to Hermione that it only missed her by inches. He picked her up and carried her into the shrieking shack. Hermione and him would be safer in there. He heard the slapping noises of branches hitting the entrance, as he carried Hermione up to the moving house.

"Hello?" He croaked. "Lupin? Any werewolves in here?" He walked around more, spying the area. Nobody was in sight. No sounds of ripping or howling were heard at all. When the place had passed Harry's inspection, he found an old, ripped couch. He let Hermione lie on the couch, since after all, she was unconscious. The knot in his stomach loosened as his breathing was the only sound in the old house. He watched Hermione, for what seemed like hours.

He paced up and down the old room with the only sign of furniture in it. Hermione awakened as her eyelids slid open.

"Harry." Harry watched her as she slowly sat up.

"Are you alright?" He sat down with her.

"Yeah." She nodded her head silently. "Where's – where's Lupin?" She asked scanning the room.

"Outside, somewhere I guess." There was a large cracking noise that disturbed the silence. Hermione screamed. Harry stood up almost instantly, and Hermione followed his reactions. Harry walked down wards, seeing what had made the crash.

Hermione's view:

Hermione shivered coldly, feeling the warmth of Harry's hand. She made her way along with Harry, until he stopped at the whomping willow. She crept passed him, looking at the entrance to the home. She crept along farther, until she heard a faint scream. Was that her scream? She felt herself dropping to the ground, onto the cold dirt. She opened her mouth to scream again, since it seemed like she was dying. She needed help. But no words came out of her mouth. There was just that unpleasant dirt on the ground, along with a small squeal that sounded like 'Hermione!' like there were hundreds of people around her. She had to have fallen to the ground, since there were voices that sounded worried, but that voice was only Harry's. She didn't hear any more voices, so there must have been no crowd, but Harry's voice didn't come in either. Harry's soft voice was echoing through her head, but not more sounds came into her head. She tried to nod, or say something, but nothing happened. She wanted to kick and scream, and wake back up, but nothing moved. Nothing happened. Nothing was heard. It seemed like she wasn't lying on the ground anymore. She wasn't lying on the dirt, she was lying on something soft. She felt the swift movement, like waves, rocking around her. She wanted to open her eyes, since she heard silent sounds of creaking stairs, and dust falling onto her face. She tried to move, but nothing happened. She was put down from the waving motion. She was lying on something uncomfortable, ripped and torn, and something squishy. A man with coal black hair, and prairie grass eyes was moving from a shifting room, pacing. Hermione saw things get into better focus, as she opened her eyes. She lifted herself up, and saw Harry jumping onto the couch.

"Harry?" She was having trouble speaking, since it seemed like there was pain throughout her entire body. Like something hit her straight onto her body. She felt weak.

"Are you alright?" He looked at her with those sparkling eyes.

"Yeah." She nodded, since that was the thing she could actually move. "Where's – where's Lupin?" She sounded alarmed.

"Outside, I guess." All of a sudden there was a loud noise, making Hermione jump. She screamed. Harry walked outside of the room quietly and slowly. Hermione followed him. Looking downwards, she gave a small squeal. She walked backwards, until there was a 'bang'. It seemed so loud to her. She wheeled around, noticing that she had bumped into the wall. She walked into a closet door, breathing heavily, listening to roars and grumbles that made her jump.