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I ran toward the fellytone and pushed the little buttons on the slip of paper that Hermione had given me to 'call' her. "Hermione? Hermione? CAN YOU HEAR ME!" I yelled into the small plastic thing. "Yes I can, Ronald! How many times have I told you not to shout into a telephone because I can hear you perfectly fine! Now, what is it?" She answered calmly. "It's Crookshanks! He's gone mad! He's being… Nice to me" I said the last three words in a hushed whisper. "OH! I completely forgot to feed him. Ron, will you be a dear to help me feed him?" My jaw dropped down to the floor and beyond. "But, but, but… He's going to bite my hand off!" I whined. "That's ridiculous Ron! Crookshanks will never do anything of the sort unless you provoke him. So don't provoke him. I have to pay for my things now. I'll be back soon. I love you! Goodbye!" She replied. "Goodbye…" I replied dejectedly.
Alright. I can do this. I've fought spiders before. I've ridden a dragon before. I've, I've killed a horcrux before? I can do this. Not a problem. I mean unless he swallows my whole hand and it never grows back. That doesn't sound too bad. Uh-huh. Neither does him swallowing the rest of my entire body while he's at it. Yeah. Then, he's going to eat Hermione. Yeah, that doesn't sound too bad. Then he's going to grow wings and fly over the house and someones going to shoot him in the belly and me and Hermione fall out to our deaths. Then he's going to heal as fast as that Wolverine guy on the muggle thingy. Then he's going to eat everyone else. Doesn't sound too bad. Not at all. I can do this. I can do this.
I continued with my mental pep-talk while Crookshanks was looking up at the table where I was standing.
Nothing to worry about. Nothing at all. Being eaten, nope easy as 123. Hermione bering eaten? Piece of cake. Falling to our deaths? Simple as breathing. Yeah.
The minute I heard the front door open I jumped off the table, ran to the door like crazy and placed Hermione in front of me like a shield, yelling "SAVE ME!". I looked up at Hermione rolling her eyes. "He's crazy…" I whispered, looking terrified. "Oh, Ronald." She sighed exasperatedly. "You're impossible."