The Prisoner Of Azkaban - Hermione Granger x OC

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Oliver and Hermione raced desperately, their bodies propelled forward by sheer adrenaline. The haunting echoes of the werewolf's thunderous footsteps resonated through the air, drawing closer with each passing second.

Hermione, her mind racing with the urgency of the situation, made a split-second decision. With a fierce grip, she yanked Oliver behind a gnarled tree, their breaths coming in shallow gasps. They pressed themselves against the tree, hoping to silence their frantic heartbeats and elude the ferocious predator.

The werewolf halted just feet away from their hiding spot, its monstrous form silhouetted against the pale moonlight. With bated breath, Hermione watched as the creature prowled, a bloodthirsty predator scanning the surrounding area for any traces of their presence.

Sensing an opportunity, Hermione swiftly tugged Oliver's hand, urging him to move silently towards the other side of the tree. They tried to suppress the sounds of their footsteps, desperate to evade the creature's keen senses. However, as they cautiously backed away, Hermione's heart plummeted as she collided with an unyielding obstacle. A sickening realization gripped her soul.

Frozen in fear, Hermione dared to turn around, her whole body trembling with trepidation. In the dim moonlight, she locked eyes with the werewolf, its malevolently gleaming yellow eyes sinking deep into her fragile spirit. Time stood still as the gravity of their predicament became all too apparent—trapped in the clutches of imminent danger, their fate hanging precariously by a thread.

Oliver quickly wrapped Hermione in his arms and turned around, acting as a shield as the beast drew closer and closer.

"Hermione," Oliver whispered in her ear. "If this is it and we're going to die right here, there's something I want you to know. I love you, and I love you with all my heart and soul."

The beast let out a thunderous roar before charging at Oliver. Just as the werewolf lunged forward, ready to strike, Buckbeak emerged from the shadows, propelled by a sudden burst of bravery. With a swift movement, Buckbeak delivered a flurry of powerful kicks to the werewolf's menacing form, striking it multiple times.

The mighty hippogriff began squawking fiercely and flapping his wings with a mixture of defiance and protectiveness. The werewolf, intimidated by Buckbeak's formidable presence and furious display, retreated in the opposite direction, realizing the odds were now against it.

Oliver, his heart pounding with awe and gratitude, opened his eyes in amazement. The sight before him was almost too extraordinary to comprehend. Buckbeak, with his powerful wings folded, stood before Oliver, emanating a sense of triumph and unquestionable loyalty.

"Good boy, Buckbeak," Oliver exclaimed, his voice filled with genuine appreciation. He wrapped his arms around Buckbeak's majestic neck, reveling in the bond they had forged during this desperate encounter. As a sign of affection, Buckbeak rested his neck against Oliver's back, their connection deepened by the shared understanding of survival and unwavering devotion.

Suddenly, the air around them froze, creating an icy chill that sent shivers down their spines. Oliver and Hermione gasped as they began to see their own breaths forming in front of them, a clear sign of the sinister presence that made their hearts skip a beat. They slowly looked up, their eyes widening in terror as they witnessed a horrifying sight – hundreds of dementors swirling in the dark skies above them.

"My family!" Oliver shouted, his voice filled with panic and determination, as he took off in the direction the dementors were heading.

"Oliver, wait!" Hermione yelled, desperately trying to catch her breath as she struggled to keep up with him.

Oliver's legs carried him forward at an exhilarating speed, fueled by a surge of pure adrenaline. Every heartbeat felt like a race against time as he pushed himself to the limits, the urgency of his mission propelling him forward. Finally, he came to a halt on the other side of the lake, gasping for air, his chest heaving with exhaustion, but his resolve unyielding. What he witnessed was truly horrifying – dementors attacking, their presence devouring every ounce of hope and happiness.