Harry Potter 03 - Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

nobody! You heard Dumbledore, if we’re seen –’
    ‘We’d only be seen by ourselves and Hagrid!’
    ‘Harry, what do you think you’d do if you saw yourself bursting into Hagrid’s house?’ said Hermione.
    ‘I’d – I’d think I’d gone mad,’ said Harry, ‘or I’d think there was some Dark Magic going on –’
    ‘ Exactly! You wouldn’t understand, you might even attack yourself! Don’t you see? Professor McGonagall told me what awful things have happened when wizards have meddled with time … loads of them ended up killing their past or future selves by mistake!’
    ‘OK!’ said Harry. ‘It was just an idea, I just thought –’
    But Hermione nudged him, and pointed towards the castle. Harry moved his head a few inches to get a clear view of the distant front doors. Dumbledore, Fudge, the old Committee member and Macnair the executioner were coming down the steps.
    ‘We’re about to come out!’ Hermione breathed.
    And sure enough, moments later, Hagrid’s back door opened, and Harry saw himself, Ron and Hermione walking out of it with Hagrid. It was, without a doubt, the strangest sensation of his life, standing behind the tree, and watching himself in the pumpkin patch.
    ‘It’s OK, Beaky, it’s OK …’ Hagrid said to Buckbeak. Then he turned to Harry, Ron and Hermione. ‘Go on. Get goin’.’
    ‘Hagrid, we can’t –’
    ‘We’ll tell them what really happened –’
    ‘They can’t kill him –’
    ‘Go! It’s bad enough without you lot in trouble an’ all!’
    Harry watched the Hermione in the pumpkin patch throw the Invisibility Cloak over himself and Ron.
    ‘Go quick. Don’ listen …’
    There was a knock on Hagrid’s front door. The execution party had arrived. Hagrid turned around and headed back into his cabin, leaving the back door ajar. Harry watched the grass flatten in patches all around the cabin and heard three pairs of feet retreating. He, Ron and Hermione had gone … but the Harry and Hermione hidden in the trees could now hear what was happening inside the cabin through the back door.
    ‘Where is the beast?’ came the cold voice of Macnair.
    ‘Out – outside,’ Hagrid croaked.
    Harry pulled his head out of sight as Macnair’s face appeared at Hagrid’s window, staring out at Buckbeak. Then they heard Fudge.
    ‘We – er – have to read you the official notice of execution, Hagrid. I’ll make it quick. And then you and Macnair need to sign it. Macnair, you’re supposed to listen too, that’s procedure –’
    Macnair’s face vanished from the window. It was now or never.
    ‘Wait here,’ Harry whispered to Hermione. ‘I’ll do it.’
    As Fudge’s voice started again, Harry darted out from behind his tree, vaulted the fence into the pumpkin patch and approached Buckbeak.
    ‘It is the decision of the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures that the Hippogriff Buckbeak, hereafter called the condemned, shall be executed on the sixth of June at sundown –’
    Careful not to blink, Harry stared up into Buckbeak’s fierce orange eye once more, and bowed. Buckbeak sank to his scaly knees and then stood up again. Harry began to fumble with the rope tying Buckbeak to the fence.
    ‘… sentenced to execution by beheading, to be carried out by the Committee’s appointed executioner, Walden Macnair …’
    ‘Come on, Buckbeak,’ Harry murmured, ‘come on, we’re going to help you. Quietly … quietly …’
    ‘ … as witnessed below . Hagrid, you sign here …’
    Harry threw all his weight onto the rope, but Buckbeak had dug in his front feet.
    ‘Well, let’s get this over with,’ said the reedy voice of the Committee member from inside Hagrid’s cabin. ‘Hagrid, perhaps it would be better if you stayed inside –’
    ‘No, I – I wan’ ter be with him … I don’ wan’ him ter be alone –’
    Footsteps echoed from within the cabin.
    ‘Buckbeak, move!’ Harry hissed.
    Harry tugged harder on the rope around Buckbeak’s neck. The Hippogriff began to walk, rustling its wings irritably. They were still ten feet away from the Forest, in plain view of Hagrid’s back door.
    ‘One moment, please, Macnair,’ came Dumbledore’s voice. ‘You need to sign, too.’ The footsteps stopped. Harry heaved on the rope. Buckbeak snapped his beak and walked a little faster.
    Hermione’s white face was sticking out from behind a tree.
    ‘Harry, hurry!’ she mouthed.
    Harry could still hear Dumbledore’s voice talking from