Harry Potter and the Order Of the Phoenix [112]
“Don’ say th’ name!” she said.
“Alright, alright!” yelled Ron and Hermione together. “Just stop your stomping!” Fridwulfa stopped banging around.
“So will you guard it?” asked Harry, transforming his back and arms back to their normal form. Fridwulfa nodded and put her hand to her forehead, like a salute.
“I will do my best,” she said.
“No, Fridwulfa,” said Harry. “I need you to make sure no one takes it, not for you to do your best.” Fridwulfa looked at Harry for a moment, and then spoke.
“I will guard it, or I will die trying,” she said. Harry shook his head again.
“No, no, no,” he said. “I need you to guard it, not to die.” Fridwulfa lowered her enormous brow, and glared at Harry, trying to comprehend him.
“No one will get it,” she said, sounding as though she were guessing.
“Exactly,” said Harry. “Now say it loud and proud!” This was a mistake, Fridwulfa took in a massive breath and screamed as loud as she could.
“NO ONE WILL GET IT!”
Even covering his ears didn’t help. Harry could hear her loud and clear, and felt as though his ears were on fire, and his head was going to explode.
“Alrigh’ ‘Arry Potter?”
“Yeah,” said Harry, shaking his head. “Yeah, that’s right.”
“You best be getting’ on yer way back to th’ castle now,” said Fridwulfa. “These giants will be up soon, and they don’ take kindly to strangers.”
Harry, Ron, and Hermione agreed, and set off, back to the castle, dragging Wormtail the entire way.
“I don’t get why we don’t kill him right now,” said Ron when they reached the end of the forest.
“Because there’s no way to get rid of the body,” said Hermione. “It will be discovered soon enough, just like your mom’s Harry, and then we’ll be in trouble.”
“Let’s just keep him with us until tomorrow,” said Harry. “When all the teachers get back from the election, we can turn him in.”
“Where will we keep him, though?” asked Hermione.
“Well, we can’t take him into the dormitories,” said Ron.
“Why don’t we just dig a hole in the ground, and put him in it,” suggested Hermione. “Then in the morning, we can just come down, and get him.”
“No,” said Harry. “Even though there’s almost no chance of him escaping… I still don’t want to leave him out of my sight.”
“Well what are we going to do?” asked Ron. Harry looked around, there had to be an answer somewhere. Then he saw it.
“Hagrid’s cabin,” said Harry. “He’s at the Ministry of Magic voting, along with the rest of most of the wizarding world. We can spend the night in there with Wormtail, and no one would no the difference.”
“Sounds good,” said Ron, slinging Wormtail over his shoulder. They all walked towards Hagrid’s cabin, and Hermione opened the door, using a spell. They walked inside, and it was even smaller than Harry had remembered it to be, probably because he had grown. There was only one bed, and a few large chairs.
“Well, it’s better than sleeping on the grass,” yawned Ron, throwing Wormtail on a chair, upside down.
“We’ll have to get up early tomorrow, just before the teachers get back,” said Harry. “I’ll set an alarm.” Harry took out his wand. “Zipnitrius!”
A small jet of gas flew out of Harry’s wand. It materialized a few feet away from him, and took the form of a small, golden alarm clock.
“Do you think it’s safe, going to sleep?” asked Hermione. “I mean… You-Know-Who could be watching us, getting ready for another attack. He could surprise us during the night.”
“I don’t think he will try again tonight, Hermione,” said Harry. “He probably thinks Wormtail is on his way to him with us, and he won’t have time to come up with another plan until after the time Wormtail was supposed to arrive.” Harry looked at Hermione’s face… she didn’t seem to believe him.
“Fine,” said Ron, “if it makes you feel any better, I’ll set an alarm outside the hut.” He got up from the chair he was lying down in, and walked outside. He came