Imma insert some movie moments into here. As well as a movie moment drabble I had made for Tumblr.

Chapter 68: Execution Day

"We've got to go," said Harry at once. "He can't just sit there on his own, waiting for the executioner!"

"Sunset, though," I said, staring out the window. "We'd never be allowed. Especially you, Harry..."

Harry sank his head into his hands, thinking.

"If we only had the Invisibility Cloak..."

"Where is it?" said Hermione.

Harry told her about leaving it in the passageway under the one-eyed witch.

"... if Snape sees me anywhere near there again, I'm in serious trouble," he finished.

"That's true," said Hermione, getting to her feet. "If he sees you...How do you open the witch's hump again?"

"You - you tap it and say, 'Dissendium,'" said Harry. "But -"

Hermione didn't wait for the rest of his sentence. She strode across the room, pushed open the Fat Lady's portrait and vanished from sight.

"She hasn't gone to get it?" I said, staring after her.

"Knowing Hermione, she just might have." said Harry, grinning. "She has been unpredictable as hell this school year."

"I think we've been a bad influence on her." I said, chuckling.

Hermione returned a quarter of an hour later with the silvery cloak folded carefully under her robes.

"Hermione, I don't know what's gotten, into you lately!" I said, astounded. "First you hit Malfoy, then you walk out on Professor Trelawney, and now this? Brilliant, you are!"

Hermione looked rather flattered.

We went down to dinner with everybody else, but did not return to Gryffindor Tower afterward. Harry had the cloak hidden down the front of his robes, keeping his arms folded to hide the lump. We skulked in an empty chamber off the entrance hall, listening, until we were sure it was deserted. We heard a last pair of people hurrying across the hall and a door slamming. Hermione poked her head around the door.

"Okay," she whispered, "no one there - cloak on -"

Walking very close together so that nobody would see us, we crossed the hall on tiptoe beneath the cloak, then walked down the stone front steps into the grounds. The sun was already sinking behind the Forbidden Forest, gilding the top branches of the trees.

We reached Hagrid's cabin and knocked. Hagrid opened the door and looked around, looking a right trembling mess.

"It's us," Harry hissed. "We're wearing the Invisibility Cloak. Let us in and we can take it off."

"Yeh shouldn've come!" Hagrid whispered, but he stood back, and let us step inside. Hagrid shut the door quickly and Harry pulled off the cloak.

Hagrid was not crying, nor was he drinking or being dramatic. He looked like a man who did not know where he was or what to do. I truly wished he would start bawling like a baby because seeing him in the state he was in was even more sad.

"Wan' some tea?" he said. His great hands were shaking as he reached for the kettle.

"Where's Buckbeak, Hagrid?" said Hermione hesitantly.

"I - I took him outside," said Hagrid, spilling milk all over the table as he filled up the jug. "He's tethered in me pumpkin patch. Thought he oughta see the trees an' - an' smell fresh air - before -"

Hagrid's hand trembled so violently that the milk jug slipped from his grasp and shattered all over the floor.

"I'll do it, Hagrid," said Hermione quickly, hurrying over and starting to clean up the mess.

"There's another one in the cupboard," Hagrid said, sitting down and wiping his forehead on his sleeve. Harry glanced over at me. All I could do was return his hopeless look.

"Isn't there anything anyone can do, Hagrid?" Harry asked, sitting down next to him. "Dumbledore -"

"He's tried," said Hagrid. "He's got no power ter overrule the Committee. He told 'em Buckbeak's all right, but they're scared...Yeh know what Lucius Malfoy's like...threatened 'em, I expect...an' the executioner, Macnair, he's an old pal o' Malfoy's...but it'll be quick an' clean...an' I'll be beside him..."

Hagrid swallowed. His eyes were darting all over the cabin as though looking for some shred of hope or comfort.

"Dumbledore's gonna come down while it - while it happens. Wrote me this mornin'. Said he wants ter - ter be with me. Great man, Dumbledore..."

Hermione, who had been rummaging in Hagrid's cupboard for another milk jug, let out a small, quickly stifled sob. She straightened up with the new jug in her hands, fighting back tears.

"We'll stay with you too, Hagrid," she began, but Hagrid shook his shaggy head.

"Yeh're ter go back up ter the castle. I told yeh, I don' wan' yeh watchin'. An' yeh shouldn' be down here anyway...If Fudge an' Dumbledore catch yeh out without permission, Harry, yeh'll be in big trouble."

I watched as Hermione tried her best to hide the tears that were flowing from her eyes from Hagrid. Then, as she picked up the milk bottle to pour some into the jug, she let out a shriek.

"Ron, I don't believe it - it's Scabbers!"

"What are you talking about?" I said, confused.

Hermione carried the milk jug over to the table and turned it upside down. With a frantic squeak, and much scrambling to get back inside, Scabbers came sliding out onto the table.

"Scabbers! Scabbers, what are you doing here?" I said in an astonished voice. I grabbed the struggling rat and held him up to the light. Scabbers looked dreadful. He was thinner than ever, large tufts of hair had fallen out leaving wide bald patches, and he writhed in my hands as though desperate to free himself

"It's okay, Scabbers!" I said quickly, trying to reassure and calm him. "No cats! There's nothing here to hurt you!"

"Well," said Hermione in a superior voice. "I think someone owes someone else an apology."

Smartass, I was about to.

"Indeed." I said, instead. "Next time I see ol Crookshanks, I'll be sure to give him a proper one."

"I meant me, Ronald!"

"Well, what did you expect me to think, Hermione?!"

"STOP ARGUING, DAMN!" shouted Harry.

Hagrid suddenly stood up, his eyes fixed on the window.

"They're comin'..." he said in a low voice.

We turned and seen a group of men walking down the distant castle steps. In front was Dumbledore, next to him trotted Fudge, and behind them came the feeble old Committee member and the executioner, Macnair.

"Yeh gotta go," said Hagrid. Every inch of him was trembling. "They mustn' find yeh here...Go now..."

I stuffed Scabbers into my pocket, the argument put out of my mind. Hermione picked up the cloak.

"I'll let yeh out the back way," said Hagrid.

We followed him to the door into his back garden. I felt strangely unreal, and even more so when I saw Buckbeak a few yards away, tethered to a tree behind Hagrid's pumpkin patch. Buckbeak seemed to know something was happening. He turned his sharp head from side to side and pawed the ground nervously.

"It's okay, Beaky," said Hagrid softly. "It's okay..." He turned to us. "Go on," he said. "Get goin'."

But we didn't move.

"Hagrid, we can't -"

"We'll tell them what really happened -"

"They can't kill him -"

"Go!" said Hagrid fiercely. "It's bad enough without you lot in trouble an' all!"

We had no choice. As Hermione threw the cloak over Harry and I, we heard voices at the front of the cabin. Hagrid looked at the place where they had just vanished from sight.

"Go quick," he said hoarsely. "Don' listen..."

And he strode back into his cabin as someone knocked at the front door.

Slowly, we set off silently around Hagrid's house. As we reached the other side, the front door closed with a sharp snap.

"Please, let's hurry," Hermione whispered. "I can't stand it, I can't bear it..."

We started up the sloping lawn toward the castle. The sun was sinking fast now; the sky had turned to a clear, purple-tinged gray, but to the west there was a ruby-red glow.

I stopped dead, Scabbers was struggling violently in my pocket.

"Oh, please, Ron," Hermione began.

"It's Scabbers - he won't - stay put -"

I bent over, trying to keep Scabbers in my pocket, but the rat was going berserk; squeaking madly, twisting and flailing, trying to sink his teeth into my fucking hand.

"Scabbers, it's me, you idiot, it's Ron," I hissed.

We heard a door open behind them and men's voices.

"Oh, Ron, please let's move, they're going to do it!" Hermione breathed.

"Okay - Scabbers, stay put -"

We walked forward. Harry and Hermione looked like they were trying not to listen to the rumble of voices behind us.

"I can't hold him - Scabbers, shut the hell up, everyone will hear us -" I said as we turned around.

They won't do it, will they, Ron?" Hermione whispered almost pleadingly, as if she was begging me to so something about it.

I didn't know what to do exactly. I couldn't believe the images that were playing out in front of me as the executioner planted his feet firmly into the ground, ready to raise the heavy ax.

"Just don't look, Hermione." I said in the most comforting voice I could muster. "It'll be alright if you just don't look."

"Please…..please don't." whispered Hermione as the man raised the ace over his head. I could feel her body gravitating closer to mine as we stood under the cloak.

"Hermione, just-"

But it was too late. The ax had came down onto Buckbeak's innocent neck with a great thud, taking the life of the magnificent bird.

I found himself frozen at the spot, though my knees were shaking. I couldn't move, I couldn't think properly, I just, couldn't. It didn't just happen, what we saw was clearly an illusion.

Then, I felt arms curl around my neck and a head rest on my shoulder.

I didn't have to look over to know that it was indeed Hermione. She was sniffling into my shoulder, her tears going through the threads of my sweater, her hair tickling my cheek, her arms gripping me as if I was the only thing keeping her standing.

Emotions flooded over me like a river. I was already hurt for what I had just witnessed, surprised that it had happened in the first place, and now I had a crying girl on my shoulder. My best mate at that.

Hermione was hurt also. And from the way she was locked onto me, it made me feel that she really needed me, all of me, at that moment.

Now I really wasn't used to crying girls outside of Ginny, so my mind raced, not knowing exactly what to do. Yes, Hermione had hugged me before in an emotional state when I had agreed to help her with the case, but this was different. A simple pat on the head wouldn't suffice.

So, I gently moved my head a little bit closer to hers, almost resting it on top, and I guided my arm around Hermione's waist, gently gripping her side. I must have done the right thing, because Hermione leaned in closer, and locked onto me even tighter.

At that moment, I felt like a miniature hero. I had successfully started to comfort Hermione the best way I could. Even though it was in a fit of tragedy, it was still made clear that she needed me. And I was there for her. I couldn't help but feel triumphant.

That was until Harry, who I completely forgot was even standing there with us, put a hand on Hermione's arm and rested his head on her shoulder.

Moment ruined.

'Really, mate?' I thought as I felt Hermione relax a bit as a result of Harry's touch. As selfish as the thought was, I couldn't help but feel as if Harry was trying to take this from me.

I quickly glanced over at Harry, giving him a look of "get off" as the boy seemed to hover over Hermione. Either Harry didn't register what my look meant or he didn't see it, because he didn't move an inch.

I sighed. Oh well. Guess there will be other moments that I could be Hermione's only hero. Hopefully Harry wouldn't ruin them.