Harry Potter 03 - Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

sides with his heels.
    Buckbeak soared straight into the dark air. Harry gripped his flanks with his knees, feeling the great wings rising powerfully beneath them. Hermione was holding Harry very tightly around the waist; he could hear her muttering, ‘Oh, no – I don’t like this – oh, I really don’t like this –’
    Harry urged Buckbeak forwards. They were gliding quietly towards the upper floors of the castle … Harry pulled hard on the left-hand side of the rope, and Buckbeak turned. Harry was trying to count the windows flashing past –
    ‘Whoa!’ he said, pulling backwards as hard as he could.
    Buckbeak slowed down and they found themselves at a stop, unless you counted the fact that they kept rising up and down several feet as he beat his wings to remain airborne.
    ‘He’s there!’ Harry said, spotting Sirius as they rose up beside the window. He reached out, and as Buckbeak’s wings fell, was able to tap sharply on the glass.
    Black looked up. Harry saw his jaw drop. He leapt from his chair, hurried to the window and tried to open it, but it was locked.
    ‘Stand back!’ Hermione called to him, and she took out her wand, still gripping the back of Harry’s robes with her left hand.
    ‘Alohomora!’
    The window sprang open.
    ‘How – how –?’ said Black weakly, staring at the Hippogriff.
    ‘Get on – there’s not much time,’ said Harry, gripping Buckbeak firmly on either side of his sleek neck to hold him steady. ‘You’ve got to get out of here – the Dementors are coming. Macnair’s gone to get them.’
    Black placed a hand on either side of the window-frame and heaved his head and shoulders out of it. It was very lucky he was so thin. In seconds, he had managed to fling one leg over Buckbeak’s back, and pull himself onto the Hippogriff behind Hermione.
    ‘OK, Buckbeak, up!’ said Harry, shaking the rope. ‘Up to the tower – come on!’
    The Hippogriff gave one sweep of its mighty wings and they were soaring upwards again, high as the top of the West Tower. Buckbeak landed with a clatter on the battlements and Harry and Hermione slid off him at once.
    ‘Sirius, you’d better go, quick,’ Harry panted. ‘They’ll reach Flitwick’s office any moment, they’ll find out you’ve gone.’
    Buckbeak pawed the ground, tossing his sharp head.
    ‘What happened to the other boy? Ron?’ said Sirius urgently.
    ‘He’s going to be OK – he’s still out of it, but Madam Pomfrey says she’ll be able to make him better. Quick – go!’
    But Black was still staring down at Harry.
    ‘How can I ever thank –’
    ‘GO!’ Harry and Hermione shouted together.
    Black wheeled Buckbeak around, facing the open sky.
    ‘We’ll see each other again,’ he said. ‘You are – truly your father’s son, Harry …’
    He squeezed Buckbeak’s sides with his heels. Harry and Hermione jumped back as the enormous wings rose once more … the Hippogriff took off into the air … he and his rider became smaller and smaller as Harry gazed after them … then a cloud drifted across the moon … they were gone.

 
     
– CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO –
     
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    ‘Harry!’
    Hermione was tugging at his sleeve, staring at her watch. ‘We’ve got exactly ten minutes to get back down to the hospital wing without anybody seeing us – before Dumbledore locks the door –’
    ‘OK,’ said Harry, wrenching his gaze from the sky, ‘let’s go …’
    They slipped through the doorway behind them and down a tightly spiralling stone staircase. As they reached the bottom of it, they heard voices. They flattened themselves against the wall and listened. It sounded like Fudge and Snape. They were walking quickly along the corridor at the foot of the staircase.
    ‘… only hope Dumbledore’s not going to make difficulties,’ Snape was saying. ‘The Kiss will be performed immediately?’
    ‘As soon as Macnair returns with the Dementors. This whole Black affair has been highly embarrassing. I can’t tell you how much I’m looking forward to informing the Daily Prophet that we’ve got him at last … I daresay they’ll want to interview you, Snape … and once young Harry’s back in his right mind, I expect he’ll want to tell the Prophet exactly how you saved him …’
    Harry clenched his teeth. He caught a glimpse of Snape’s smirk as he and Fudge passed Harry and Hermione’s hiding place. Their footsteps died away. Harry and Hermione waited a few moments to make sure they’d