HIS CHOSEN GIRL [MAJOR EDITING/REWRITING]

third year ➤fight or flight

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Harry's P.O.V

"Sorry about the bite," says Sirius as him and I struggle to support Ron as we make our way back to the castle. "I reckon that twinges a bit."

"A bit? A bit? You almost tore my leg off!" Ron yells.

"Now, I was going for the rat," Sirius retorts defending himself. "Normally I have a very sweet disposition as a dog. In fact, more than once, James suggested that I make the change permanent. The tail I could live with, but the fleas... they're murder."

"Hey Sirius," (y/n) says from a few feet ahead of us, turning around and walking backwards so she can continue walking and have a conversation. "Any chance you can teach me how to turn into an animagus?"

I tilt my head at her. "Really?"

"Yeah," she shrugs. "I don't know I think it would be cool, it'd also be nice to be able to walk around without being stared at like I'm about to attack someone I suppose."

"Best hope your animagus isn't a dragon then," Sirius jokes. "Of course I'll teach you kid."

Satisfied, (y/n) flashes one of her award winning smiles and skips up another few feet.

I watch her cautiously, not wanting her to slip out of view in case anything bad happens but turn my attention to the chuckling voice beside me after tuning back in.

"Pardon?" I ask clearly missing some part of the conversation.

Sirius and Ron share a knowing look and yet Sirius merely meets my eye and says, "Nothing."
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     Arriving outside of the tunnel a few minutes later, Sirius and I set Ron down onto one of the rocks just outside the entrance at the base of the Whomping Willow.

Hermione comes out shortly after and crouches beside Ron followed by (y/n) and myself.

"Okay," I sigh trying to think of some way to fix Ron's gash as the three of us examine Ron's injury.

I look up briefly to see Sirius walking away from us, further into the trees, closer to the castle, closer to the dementors.

"You'd better go," (y/n) says following my gaze.

"No. No. Don't worry, okay?" Not feeling right about leaving Ron no matter how badly I wanted to follow my godfather.

"Oh please, like you're such a big help here. Do you know anything about fixing Weasley's leg?" (y/n) retorts.

"No," I answer honestly after a few seconds, due to the distraction of the sight of her busted lip.

"Then go on and talk to him before he ends up kissing a dementor."

"(y/n), I don't think you quite understand the concept of a dementor's kis-"

"Of course I do, Hermione. God can't a girl make a joke?"

I look at Ron quickly as of asking if he's okay with me leaving and he gestures with his head for me to go follow. So I do.