A lot has happen across the months. It has been wild per say. Sirius black has been spotted many times during the time he has escaped. But this day is when he is spotted in the castle, well not spotted but known.
The late afternoon sun cast long, mournful shadows over the rocky terrain by Hagrid's hut. The three tall, imposing boulders that loomed uphill had become an unofficial perch for Honey Snape, Draco Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle. Honey, leaning against one of the rocks, felt an unsettling mixture of frustration and guilt knotting in his stomach. The news of Buckbeak's impending execution had struck him like a thunderbolt, igniting an emotional storm he couldn't quite control.
Honey wasn't particularly close to Buckbeak. He had never really engaged with the majestic hippogriff beyond the occasional passing glance or fleeting conversation about Hagrid's beloved creature. Yet, he had always admired the creature's grace and strength from afar. The notion of Buckbeak being led to the executioner's block filled him with a profound sadness. The sense of injustice, compounded by the grim reality of the situation, was too heavy for him to bear.Draco Malfoy, his best friend and a complicated crush, was oblivious to the depth of Honey's turmoil. Draco, along with his ever-present entourage, Crabbe and Goyle, had been far more interested in making a spectacle of the whole situation. They peered down the hill from their elevated perch, their binoculars trained on Buckbeak as he lay dejectedly in his pen. Honey could hear their derisive whispers and mocking laughter.
"Look at him," Draco sneered, a cold edge to his voice. "Pathetic."Honey felt his jaw tighten. He clenched his fists, fighting back the urge to lash out. The thought of Buckbeak's imminent fate was too painful to ignore, and seeing Draco and his friends making light of it only deepened his anger.
His thoughts were interrupted by a sudden commotion. The sharp, familiar voice of Hermione Granger pierced the quiet. "You foul, loathsome, evil, little cockroach!"Honey's head snapped up, his heart racing. Hermione, along with Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, stormed up the hill toward them. Hermione's wand was pointed straight at Draco's neck, her face a mask of righteous fury. Harry and Ron flanked her, their expressions mirroring her indignation.
"Hermione, no, he's not worth it," Ron said, trying to placate her. His words were laced with both frustration and resignation.Hermione hesitated, her wand trembling slightly. The fire in her eyes dimmed as she reluctantly lowered her wand, turning her gaze away. Draco, Goyle, and Crabbe exchanged smirks, their laughter ringing out in cruel, hollow echoes.
Honey's heart sank. Despite the Golden Trio's often harsh treatment of him, he couldn't shake his concern. He knew Hermione and the others had their own reasons for their actions, but seeing Draco's unrepentant smirk, and the trio's scornful laughter, was like a cruel twist of the knife. The anger he felt for Draco was complicated by his lingering care for Hermione and her friends.
Suddenly, a quick, sharp movement caught Honey's eye. Hermione had let her emotions take over. Her fist swung out, connecting with Draco's face in a punch that echoed with a sickening crack. Draco staggered back, clutching his nose, blood oozing through his fingers. The sound of Draco's pain seemed to reverberate through Honey, stirring a strange mixture of satisfaction and discomfort.
Before Honey could react, Draco, his face contorted in pain and rage, was running away, Crabbe and Goyle stumbling after him, their retreating forms vanishing down the hill. In the chaos, Honey's gaze followed them, but his attention quickly snapped back to the scene unfolding before him.
Ron Weasley let out a strangled cry. Scabbers, Ron's rat, had bitten him, the little creature wriggling furiously. The sight of Ron's discomfort, combined with the echoes of Draco's retreat, left Honey feeling more disoriented than ever. He pushed himself away from the rock, taking a few tentative steps toward Ron, his worry evident in the furrow of his brow."Are you okay?" Honey asked, adjusting his glasses with a trembling hand."He's fine," Hermione snapped, her tone clipped. She had turned her attention back to Harry, her expression one of exasperation and worry.
