Buckbeak

Hi, I just arrived at the wiki, I've been a HP fan for a long time, but I was too lazy to research the existence of famdom. I won't participate in RPGs or read fanfics because I never really liked those things, I'll just post fanarts and sketches from time to time. I'm a Hufflepuff.

Here's the drawing I made of Buckbeak in my style!

Anyways, here’s some of my Harry Potter merch(not clothing).

Sir Dobby Lego

Ron Cutie Cuff, thought it was Fawkes bc of the red(it’s like bright red irl *sob*). Really wanted Fawkes :P

The GOLDEN Ron keychain(he’s super rare and was the first one I got lol), I had a Harry flying his broom but I gave it to my friend who was the one that got me reading HP. Too adorable and heavy to add to my bag.

Buckbeak Cutie Cuff. So adorable ☺️ (finger cameo lol). His wings are made of felt. They did a great job designing him!

That’s all I have, sadly. My mom probably has more for herself, she’s a BIG fan. I have a pair of Ravenclaw socks and a Ravenclaw Quidditch shirt. And a Ravenclaw water bottle that was like 35 bucks because that’s life. I am a Ravenclaw, as you can see lol. And my favorite child character is Luna, who’s a Ravenclaw. My mother’s a Hufflepuff. The friend I mentioned earlier is a Ravendor.

Hehehe. Chapter 26 of book 5. Only 300 pages left! So happy

Previous Chapters:

https://harrypotter.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000003804769

https://harrypotter.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000003805533

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@SaphireStark @Missy Clara Oswald

Chapter Three: The Seven Potters

(For me this is the true beginning of this story, where I get to add new details and change actions. I hope you enjoy it.)

Harry ran back upstairs to his bedroom, arriving at the window just in time to see the Dursleys’ cat swinging out of the drive and off up the road. Dedalus’s top hat was visible between Aunt Petunia and Dudley in the backseat. The car turned right at the end of Privet Drive, its windows burned scarlet for a moment in the now setting sun, and then it was gone.

Harry picked up Hedwig’s cage, his Firebolt, and his rucksack, gave his unnaturally tidy bedroom one last sweeping look, and then made his ungainly way back downstairs to the hall, where he deposited the cage, broomstick, and bag near the foot of the stairs. The light was fading rapidly now, the hall full of shadows in the evening light. It felt most strange to stand here in the silence and know that he was about to leave the house for the last time.

He had almost never been alone in this house, nearly every time the Dursley’s couldn’t watch him his adoptive parents Sirius and Remus would house him for the day at Harry’s childhood home of Mould-On-The-Wold Cottage, or the Dursley’s neighbour Mrs Figg would watch over him for a couple hours. The only time Harry had been in the Dursley’s house alone was during one of his darkest hours, he had been ordered not to leave the house after just barely surviving an attack on his life, and for days lost contact with everyone he cared about, and it was only when his older cousin Nymphadora Tonks tricked the Dursley’s did the leave for several hours, during which Harry was rescued by her and members of the Order. Yet even that harsh time didn’t seem as dire as now, Harry had survived and his muggle relatives returned to their home, but neither was now guaranteed.

‘Don’t you want to take a last look at the place?’ he asked Hedwig, who was still sulking, with her head under her wing. ‘We’ll never be here again. Don’t you want to remember all the good times? I mean, look at this doormat. What memories…Dudley puked on it after I saved him from the dementors....Turns out he was grateful after all, can you believe it..?And last summer, Dumbledore walked through that front door…’

Harry lost the thread of his thoughts for a moment and Hedwig did nothing to help him retrieve it, but continued to sit with her head under her wing. Harry turned his back on the front door.

‘And in here, Hedwig—‘ said Harry facing the Dursley’s chimney, ‘—is where I entered and destroyed basically the entire living room and kitchen in a tantrum—you didn’t know me then, blimey that was ages ago.’

That early July day when he was ten had turned his world upside down. Before that day he thought the only major secret his adoptive parents Sirius and Remus had been keeping from him was the reason why he had to spend approximately between eight to ten weeks a year staying with the Dursley’s instead of being in his families home all the time. He grew up thinking his birth parents had been killed by a Death Eater and that Voldemort had been defeated by an auror, but then one of Nymphadora’s friends let slip to him that it had in fact he Harry who had somehow defeated him after Voldemort killed his parents. It had taken a very long time for Harry to trust his parents again, and permanently afterwards he viewed them as flawed men whose hearts were in the right place but were capable of making dire mistakes. Harry had grown so much since then and learned and experienced so many things he hardly believed he had once been that innocent and unaware ten year old boy.

Harry suddenly became aware of a low whooshing sound, seemingly from several pairs of large wings, from somewhere nearby, and it was getting louder. Harry straightened up with a jerk and ran back downstairs and into the kitchen. Staring out of the window into the back garden, the darkness seemed to be rippling, the air itself quivering. Then, one by one, figures began to pop into sight as their Disillusionment Charms lifted.

Dominating the scene was Hagrid, wearing goggles and sitting on top of the great Hippogriff Buckbeak, Harry couldn’t believe he could carry Hagrid’s enormous body. All around him other people were dismounting from brooms and, in two cases, skeletal, black winged horses.

Wrenching open the back door, Harry hurtled into their midst. There was a general cry of greeting as Tracey flung her arms around him, followed shortly by Harry’s foster brother Theodore, and Hagrid said, ‘All righ’, Harry? Ready fer the off?’

‘Definitely,’ said Harry, beaming around at them all. ‘But I wasn’t expecting this many of you!’

‘Change of plan,’ growled Mad-Eye, who was holding two enormous, bulging sacks, and whose magical eye was spinning from darkening sky to house to garden with dizzying rapidity. ‘Let’s get undercover before we talk you through it.’

Harry led them all back into the kitchen where, laughing and chattering, they settled on chairs, sat themselves upon Aunt Petunia’s gleaming work surfaces, or leaned up against her spotless appliances: Theodore, tall and handsome; Tracey, her tight curly afro finally back to its normal length after an incident nearly three years ago; Fred and George, grinning identically; Bill, badly scarred and long-haired; Mr Weasley, kind-faced, balding, his spectacles a little awry; Mad-Eye, battle-worn, one-legged, his bright blue magical eye whizzing in its socket; Tonks, whose short spiky hair was her favorite shade of bright pink and smiling happily; Chiara, calm and collected; Fleur, slender and beautiful, with her long silvery blonde hair; Kingsley, taller and broad-shouldered; Hagrid, with his wild hair and beard, standing hunchbacked to avoid hitting his head on the ceiling; and Mundungus Fletcher, small, dirty, and hangdog, with his droopy bloodhound’s eyes and matted hair. Harry’s heart seemed to expand and glow at the sight: He felt incredibly fond of all of them, even Mundungus, whom he had tried to strangle the last time they had met.

‘Kingsley, I thought you were looking after the Muggle Prime Minister?’ he called across the room.

‘He can get along without me for one night,’ said Kingsley. ‘You’re more important.’

‘Harry, guess what?’ said Tonks after she herself gave him a hug, she wiggled her left hand at him; a ring glittered there.

‘You got married?’ Harry yelped, he had known she and her old girlfriend Tulip Karasu had gotten engaged just over a month ago, but he hadn’t expected them to tie the naught so soon.

‘I’m sorry you couldn’t be there, Harry, it was very quiet, just my folks, Tulip’s mum, and Allison were there…Allison says hi by the way.’

‘That’s brilliant, congratulations Tonks, I’m so happy for you.’

‘Oh, and that is all the good news. Harry, I’m goi—‘

‘All right, all right, we’ll have time for a cozy catch-up later,’ roared Moody over the hubbub, and silence fell in the kitchen. Moody dropped his sacks at his feet and turned to Harry, ‘As Dedalus probably told you, we had to abandon Plan A. Pius Thicknesse has gone over, which gives us a big problem. He’s made an alert secret to the rest of the Ministry that’ll alert him, and by extension the Death Eaters, anytime someone within several miles of this house uses the Floo Network, place a Portkey here, or Apparate in or out. We barely learned this in time. What he’s done is stop you from getting out of here safely.

This did sound serious, Harry had some questions but Moody kept going.

‘Second problem. You’re underage, which means you’ve still got the Trace on you.’

‘I don’t—‘

‘The Trace, the Trace!’ said Mad-Eye impatiently. ‘The charm that detects magical activity around under-seventeens, the way the Ministry finds out out about underage magic! If you, or anyone around you, casts a spell to get you out of here, Thicknesse is going to know about it, and so will the Death Eaters. We can’t wait for the Trace to break, because the moment you turn seventeen you’ll lose all the protection your mother gave you. In short: Pius Thicknesse thinks he’s got you cornered good and proper.’

Harry could not help but agree with the unknown Thicknesse, ‘So what are we going to do?’

‘We’re going to use the only means of transport left to us, the only ones the Trace can’t detect, because we don’t need to cast spells to use them: brooms, thestrals, and Hagrid’s friend the Hippogriff.’

Harry could see flaws in this plan; however, he held his tongue to give Mad-Eye the chance to address them.

‘Now, your mother’s charm will only break under two conditions: when you come of age, or’—Moody gestured around the pristine kitchen—‘you no longer, even the tiniest bit, call this place home. You and your aunt and uncle are going your separate ways tonight, in the full understanding that you’re never going to live together again, correct?’

Harry nodded.

‘So this time, when you leave, there’ll be no going back, and the charm will break the moment you get outside its range. We’ve choosing to break it early, because the alternative is waiting for You-Know-Who to come and seize you the moment you turn seventeen. The one thing we’ve got on our side is that You-Know-Who doesn’t know we’re moving you tonight. We’ve leaked a fake trail to the Ministry: They think you’re not leaving until the thirtieth. However, this is You-Know-Who we’re dealing with, so we can’t just rely on him getting the date wrong; he’s bound to have a couple Death Eaters patrolling the skies in this general area, just in case. So we’ve given a dozen different houses every protection we can throw at them. They all look like they could be the place we’re going to hide you, they’ve all got some connection with the Order: my house, Kingsley’s place, Molly’s aunt Muriel’s—you get the idea.’

‘Yeah,’ said Harry, not entirely truthfully, because he could still spot a gaping hole in the plan. ‘You’ll be going to Andromeda and Ted’s place. Once you’re within the boundaries of the protective enchantments we’ve put on their house you’ll be able to use a Portkey to the Burrow. Any questions?’

‘Er—yes,’ said Harry. ‘Maybe they won’t know which of the twelve secure houses I’m heading for at first, but won’t it be sort of obvious once’—he performed a quick headcount—‘fourteen of us fly off towards the Tonks’?’

‘Ah,’ said Moody. ‘I forgot to mention the key point. Fourteen of us won’t be flying to the Tonks’. There will be seven Harry Potters moving through the skies tonight, each of them with a companion, each pair heading for a different safe house.’

From inside his cloak Moody now withdrew a flask of what looked like mud. There was no need for him to say another word; Harry understood the rest of the plan immediately.

‘No!’ he said loudly, his voice ringing through the kitchen. ‘No way!’

‘I had a feeling you’d protest,’ said Theodore with a hint of complacency.

‘If you think I’m going to let six people risk their lives—!’

‘—Like we haven’t been doing that already for nearly six years,’ said Tracey.

‘This is different, pretending to be me—‘

‘Well, none of us really fancy it, Harry,’ said Fred earnestly. ‘Imagine if something went wrong and we were stuck as specky, scrawny gits forever.’

Harry did not smile.

‘You can’t do it if I don’t cooperate, you need me to give you some hair.’

‘Well, that’s that plan scuppered,’ said George. ‘Obviously there’s no chance at all of us getting a bit of your hair unless you cooperate.’

‘Yeah, thirteen of us against one bloke who’s not allowed to use magic: we’ve got no chance,’ said Fred.

‘Funny,’ said Harry, ‘really amusing.’

‘If it has to come to force, then it will,’ growled Moody, his magical eye now quivering a little in its socket as he glared at Harry. ‘Everyone here is of age, Potter, and they’re all prepared to take the risk.’

Mundungus shrugged and grimaced; the magical eye swerved sideways to glare at him out of the side of Moody’s head.

‘Let’s have no more arguments. Time’s wearing on. I want a few of your hairs, boy, now.’

‘But this is mad, there’s no need—‘

‘No need!’ snarled Moody, ‘With You-Know-Who out there and half the Ministry on his side? Potter, if we’re lucky he’ll have swallowed the fake bait and he’ll be planning to ambush you on the thirtieth, but he’d be mad not to have a Death Eater or two keeping an eye out, it’s what I’d do. They might not be able to get at you or this house while your mother’s charm holds, but it’s about to break and they know the rough position of the place. Our only chance is to use decoys. Even You-Know-Who can’t split himself into seven.’

Harry caught Theodore’s eye and looked away at once.

‘So, Potter—some of your hair, if you please.’

‘Why isn’t Remus or Allison here?’ asked Harry, who decided if he was going to agree to this he wanted all the facts, including why two other of his most trusted people in his life weren’t here.

Moody glared, he clearly thought Harry was wasting time, and maybe he was.

‘Mould-On-The-Would cottage is one of the safe houses and Lupin is its guardian, just in case though his daughter is at the safest overall location of the Burrow. As for Miss Runcorn, she’s also at the Burrow, she volunteered to help out tonight, but I kiboshed that as even if you and Lupin trust her I still say her father could have put the Imperius Curse on her and I couldn’t take that risk. With your curiosity seated we’re going now.’

Harry glanced at Tracey, who grimaced at him in a just-do-it sort of way.

‘Now!’ barked Moody.

With all of their eyes on him, Harry reached up to the top of his head, grabbed a couple hairs, and pulled.

‘Good,’ said Moody, limping forward as he pulled the stopper out of the flask of potion. ‘Straight in here, if you please.’

Harry dropped the hair into the mudlike liquid. The moment it made contact with its surface, the potion began to froth and smoke, then, all at once, it turned a clear, bright gold.

‘Oh, your Polyjuice looks much more palatable than the ones of Pansy, Crabbe, and Goyle,’ said Theodore, a little relieved.

‘Right then, fake Potters line up over here, please.’ said Moody.

Theodore, Tracey, Fred, George, and Fleur lined up in front of Aunt Petunia’s gleaming sink.

‘Are we missing someone?’ asked Chiara, a little confused.

‘Here,’ said Hagrid gruffly, and he lifted Mundungus by the scruff of the neck and dropped him down beside Fleur, who wrinkled her nose pointedly and moved along to stand between Fred and George instead.

‘I’ve told yer, I’d sooner be a protector,’ said Mundungus.

‘Shut it,’ growled Moody. ‘As I’ve already told you, you spineless worm, any Death Eaters we run into will be aiming to capture Potter, not kill him. Dumbledore always said You-Know-Who would want to finish Potter in person. It’ll be the protectors who have got the most to worry about, the Death Eaters’ll want to kill them.’

Mundungus did not look particularly reassured, but Moody was already pulling half a dozen eggcup-sized glasses from inside his cloak, which he handed out, before pouring a little Polyjuice Potion into each one.

‘Altogether, then…’

Tracey, Theodore, Fred, George, Fleur, and Mundungus drank. All of them gasped and grimaced as the potion hit their throats. At once, their features began to bubble and distort like hot wax. Tracey and Mundungus were shooting upward; Fred, and George were shrinking; their hair was darkening, Tracey’s and Fleur’s appearing to shoot backward into their skulls.

Moody, quite unconcerned, was now loosening the ties of the large sacks he had brought with him. When he straightened up again, there were six Harry Potters gasping and panting in front of him.

Fred and George turned to each other and said together, ‘Wow—we’re identical!’

‘I dunno, though. I think I’m still better looking,’ said Fred, examining his reflection in the kettle.

‘Bah,’ said Fleur, checking herself in the microwave door, ‘Bill, don’t look at me—I’m ’ideous.’

‘Those whose clothes are a bit roomy, I’ve got smaller here,’ said Moody, indicating the first sack, ‘and vice versa. Don’t forget the glasses, there’s six pairs in the side pocket. And when you’re dressed, there’s luggage in the other sack.’

The real Harry thought this might just be the most bizarre thing he had ever seen, and he had seen some extremely odd things. He watched as his six doppelgangers rummaged in the sacks, pulling out sets of clothes, putting on glasses, and stuffing their own things away. He felt like asking them to show a little more respect for his privacy as they all began stripping off with impunity, clearly more at ease with displaying his body than they would have with their own.

‘I was right that Alli had lied about you having a tattoo,’ said Tracey look around his upper body.

‘Any your eyesight is quite terrible, I never knew it was this bad,’ said Theodore, as he put on glasses.

Once dressed, the fake Harrys took rucksacks and owl cages, each containing a stuffed snowy owl, from the second sack.

‘Good,’ said Moody, as at last the seven dressed, bespectacled, and luggage-laden Harrys faced him. ‘The pairs will be as follows: Mundungus will be traveling with me, by broom—‘

‘Why’m I with you?’ grunted the Harry nearest the back door.

‘Because you’re the one that needs watching,’ growled Moody, and sure enough, his magical eye did not waver from Mundungus as he continued. ‘Arthur and Fred—‘

‘I’m George,’ said the twin at whom Moody was pointing, ‘Can’t you even tell us apart when we’re Harry?’

‘Sorry, George—‘

‘I’m only yanking your wand. I’m Fred really—‘

‘Enough messing around!’ snarled Moody. ‘The other one—George or Fred or whoever you are—you’re with Chiara. Miss Delacour—‘

‘I’m taking Fleur on a thestral,’ said Bill. ‘She’s not that fond of brooms.’

Fleur walked over to stand beside him, giving him a soppy, slavish look that Harry hoped with all his heart would never appear on his face again, even when he was with Allison.

‘Mr Nott with Kingsley, again by thestral—‘

Harry wondered if Theodore had told Moody or Remus he was able to see the thestrals, or if a man of such perception as Moody just knew he could.

‘Which leaves you and me, Tracey!’ said Tonks brightly, knocking over a mug tree as she waved at her.

Tracey was friends with Tonks, but this act of clumsiness seemed to make her smile falter slightly.

‘An’ you’re with me, Harry. That all right?’ said Hagrid, looking a little anxious. ‘I helped take ya here nearly sixteen years ago, it’s only fitting I help escort ya out fer da final time.’

‘That’s fine,’ said Harry, ‘but will Buckbeak be able to carry both of us and my things?’

‘Ah, Tracey helped me with that one, she taught everyone da Feather-Weight Charm an they all cast it on me,’ explained Hagrid’s. ‘Now normally it would make me ave no weight, but because of my giant heritage each spell only partially worked, wit all of em it made it so I’m only slightly more heavy den you. Buckbeak’ll be able ta carry us both.’

‘That’s great,’ said Harry, not altogether truthfully.

‘We think the Death Eaters will expect you to be on a broom,’ said Moody, who seemed to guess how Harry was feeling. ‘Snape’s had plenty of time to tell them everything about you he’s never mentioned before, all that he’s learned from six years of being your teacher and head of house, so if we do run into any Death Eaters, we’re betting they’ll choose one of the Potters who look at home on a broomstick. All right then,’ he went on, tying up the sack with the fake Potters’ clothes in it and leading the way back to the door, ‘I make it three minutes until we’re supposed to leave. No point locking the back door, it won’t keep the Death Eaters out when they come looking. Come on…’

Harry hurried to gather his rucksack, Firebolt, and Hedwig’s cage and followed the ground to the dark back garden.

Those with broomsticks were mounting onto them. Theodore had already been helped up onto a great black thestral by Kingsley, Fleur onto the other by Bill. Hagrid was standing ready beside the Buckbeak, goggles on, as Harry approached he gave the noble bird a little bow and the Hippogriff nodded his head back.

‘Da last time I ever road wit ya it was on Sirius’ motorcycle, nice ride, whatever happened ter it?’ asked Hagrid as he helped Harry up.

‘Canini inherited it, I think because she and Sirius used to take road trips on it together, it’s being stored at the cottage until she’s sixteen,’ answered Harry.

Harry was a little embarrassed by his mode of transportation. The last time he had flown on Buckbeak had been decent, but now he was sitting behind Hagrid who took up most of the room, leaving him not much space to hold his rucksack, Firebolt, and Hedwig’s cage as well as onto Hagrid for stability. It was extremely uncomfortable, he felt he looked as clumsy as Tonks often was.

‘I’ve never really flown a Hippogriff before, but don’t worry, Buckbeak is an excellent flyer all on his own,’ said Hagrid trying to comfort Harry, but it did the opposite.

‘All right then,’ said Moody. ‘Everyone ready, please. I want us all to leave at exactly the same time or the whole point of the diversion’s lost.’

Everybody mounted their brooms.

‘Hold tight now, Tracey,’ said Tonks, and Harry saw Tracey throw a nervous look at Harry before placing her arms around her waist.

Buckbeak unfurled his wings and started giving them some test flaps, the thestrals did something similar. Buckbeak vibrated as all his muscles began to work heavily.

‘Good luck, everyone,’ shouted Moody, ‘See you all in about an hour at the Burrow. On the count of three. One…Two…THREE!’

Buckbeak started giving great big thrusts with his wings, and Harry felt them lift off the ground. He was rising through the air fast, his eyes water slightly, hair whipped back off his face. Around him brooms were soaring upward too, the long black tail of a threstral flicked past. His legs, he wrapped his legs tightly around Buckbeak and held a firm grip onto Hedwig’s cage and his rucksack, though his hands were already getting sore and starting to go numb. So great was his discomfort that he almost forgot to take a last glimpse of number four, Privet Drive, by the time he looked over the edge of the great beast he could no longer tell which one it was. Higher and higher they climbed into the sky—And then, out of nowhere, out of nothing, they were surrounded. At least thirty hooded figures, suspended in midair, formed a vast circle in the midst of which the Order members had risen, oblivious—Screams, a blaze of green light coming from every side: Hagrid gave a yell and the Buckbeak lurched over.

Harry lost any sense of where they were. Streetlights above him, yells around him, he was clinging to Hagrid and Buckbeak. Hedwig’s cage, the Firebolt, and his rucksack slipped from his grasp.

‘No—HEDWIG!’

The broomstick spun to earth, but he just managed to seize the strap of his rucksack and the top of the cage as Buckbeak stabilized his flight again. A second’s relief, and then another burst of green light. The owl screeched and fell to the floor of the cage.

‘No—NO!’

Buckbeak shot forward; Harry glimpsed hooded Death Eaters scattering as Hagrid blasted through their circle.

‘Hedwig—Hedwig—”

But the owl lay motionless and pathetic as a toy on the floor of her cage. He could not take it in, and his terror for the others was paramount. He glanced over his shoulder and saw a mass of people moving, flares of green light, two pairs of people on brooms soaring off into the distance, but he could not tell who they were—

‘Hagrid, we’ve got to go back, we’ve got to go back!’ he yelled over the thunderous wind, letting go of Hagrid just long enough to pull out his wand, Hedwig’s body jostled in her cage, he kept refusing to believe that she was dead. ‘Hagrid, TURN AROUND!’

‘My job’s ter get you there safe, Harry!’ bellowed Hagrid, and he lead Buckbeak further.

‘Stop—STOP!’ Harry shouted, but he looked back again as two jets of green light flew past his left ear:

Four Death Eaters had broken away from the circle and were pursuing them, aiming for Hagrid’s broad back. Buckbeak swerved but the Death Eaters were keeping up with him, more curses shot after them, and Harry had to hunch as low as he could to avoid them.

Wriggling around he cried, ‘Stupefy!’ and a red bolt of light shot from his own wand, cleaving a gap between the four pursuing Death Eaters as they scattered to avoid it.

‘Watch out, Harry, this’ll do it for at least one of ‘em!’ warned Hagrid, before turning around and aiming his pink umbrella towards the closest Death Eater. ‘Impedimenta!’

This made the Death Eater’s broom freeze in midair, causing its rider to fly right off their broomstick and begin to plummet. Craning his neck, Harry saw one of their fellows slowed up to save them, but they were swallowed by darkness as Hagrid dug his heels into Buckbeak slightly and the hippogriff sped up.

More Killing Curses flew past Harry’s head from the two remaining Death Eaters’ wands; they were aiming for Hagrid. Harry responded with further Stunning Spells: Red and green collided in midair in a shower of multicolored sparks, and Harry thought wildly of fireworks, and the Muggles below who would have no idea what was happening—

‘Here we go again, Harry, duck!’ yelled Hagrid, and he turned around again aimed his umbrella at the pursuing Death Eater’s, ‘Brachiabindo!’

Invisible cords entangled the closest Death Eater, but it only slowed them down for a second as instantly his buddy pointed and said, ‘Emancipare!’ and his partner was free and both continued to pursue.

What was even worse, the companion who had slowed to save their unconscious friend had caught up. He bloomed suddenly out of the darkness and now three of them were pursuing them all on Buckbeak, all shooting curses after them. Something else was bothering Harry, as the wand contained in Hagrid’s umbrella was snapped in two, because of that it often backfired or messed up the spell in some way, and Harry was beginning to be quite worried what would happen if one of these powerful spells backfires.

‘Buckbeak, when I cast this next set of spells, I want ya ter dive while still movin’ forward,’ said Hagrid, Buckbeak gave a little squawk. ‘This’ll do it, Harry, hold on tight!’

Once more he pointed his umbrella behind them, and then in quick succession yelled, ‘Confringo! Ventus Maxima!’

The Blasting Curse sent a large explosion behind them, causing the Death Eaters to dodge as a distraction, and then as Buckbeak began his dive the Windy Spell helped propel them forward at great speed.

Harry saw the Death Eaters swerve to avoid the deadly blast of force and flame. This left him having only a split second’s relief, however, as more curses streaked past him: The three Death Eaters were still closing in.

Hagrid was now focused on directing Buckbeak towards the Tonks’ safe house, but curses were still coming their way. Harry decided it was once again his turn to defend them. He pointed at the middle of the oncoming figures and yelled, ‘Impedimenta!’

The jinx hit the middle Death Eater in the chest; For a moment the man was absurdly spread-eagled in midair as though he had hit an invisible barrier: One of his fellows almost collided with him—Then Harry heard the third Death Eater cry, ‘Flipendo!’ and it hit Harry square in the chest.

Instantly he felt the pain, but the pain of the spell was nothing compared to how painfully his heart pounded as he and his personal belongings were flung off of Buckbeak and began falling towards the earth. He swung his arms and legs wildly as though to somehow start to fly, if only he hadn’t lost his broom, but it was likely to far now to summon.

‘I’m comin’, Harry, I’m comin’!’

A huge hand seized the back of Harry’s robes and hoisted him out of his plummet; Harry managed to grab the rucksack and hold it close as he himself was being pulled to safety. As Hagrid plopped him on the back of Buckbeak once again, Harry had a dreadful, gut-wrenching pang as he knew Hedwig’s body would slam to the grand, forever stuck in her cage.

‘Harry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,’ moaned Hagrid, ‘I shoulda brought a more secure ride for ya—yeh’ve got no room—‘

‘It’s not a problem, just keep flying!’ Harry shouted back, as two more Death Eaters emerged out of the darkness, drawing closer.

As the curses came shooting across the intervening space again, Hagrid swerved and zigzagged. Harry knew that Hagrid did not dare use the dive-Windy Spell combo again, after Harry falling off after the last time. Harry sent Stunning Spell after Stunning Spell back at their pursuers, barely holding them off.

He shot another blocking jinx at them: The closest Death Eater swerved to avoid it and his hood slipped, and by the red light of his next Stunning Spell, Harry saw the strangely blank face of Stanley Shunpike—Stan—

‘Expelliarmus!’ Harry yelled.

‘That’s him, it’s him, it’s the real one!’

The hooded Death Eater’s shout reached Harry even above the thunder of the wind in his ears. Next moment, both pursuers had fallen back and disappeared from view.

‘Harry, what’s happened?’ bellowed Hagrid, ‘Where’ve they gone?’

‘I don’t know!’

But Harry was afraid: The hooded Death Eater had shouted ‘It’s the real one!’; how had he known? He gazed around at the apparently empty darkness and felt its menace. Where were they? He clamored around on Buckbeak’s back to face forward and seized hold of the back of Hagrid’s jacket.

‘Hagrid, do the Windy-Spell thing again, let’s get out of here!’

‘Hold on tight, then, Harry!’ yelled Hagrid, pointing his umbrella behind them. ‘Ventus Maxima!’

The gust of wind propelled them forward at incredible speed: Harry felt himself nearly slipping off the end off Buckbeak, Hagrid was flung backward upon Harry, nearly falling off himself—

‘I think we’ve lost ’em Harry, I think we’ve done it! Good job Buckbeak!’ yelled Hagrid.

But Harry was not convinced; Fear lapped at him as he looked left and right for pursuers he was sue would come…Why had they fallen back? At least one of them had still had a wand...It’s him…it’s the real one…They had said it right after he had tried to Disarm Stan...

‘We’re nearly there, Harry, we’ve nearly made it!’ shouted Hagrid.

Harry felt the Buckbeak drop a little, though the lights down on the ground still seemed remote as stars.

Then the scar on his forehead burned like fire: as a Death Eater appeared on either side of them, two Killing Curses missed Harry by millimeters, cast from behind—

And then Harry saw him. Voldemort was flying like smoke on the wind, without broomstick or thestral to hold him, his snake-like face gleaming out of the blackness, his white fingers raising his wand again—

Hagrid let out a bellow of fear and urged Buckbeak into a vertical dive. Clinging on for dear life, Harry sent Stunning Spells flying at random into the whirling night. He saw a body fly past him and knew he had hit one of them, but then there was a blinding white light accompanied by a near defining bang that left Harry’s ears ringing. What was worse was it seemed to have disoriented or stunned, Harry desperately hoped nothing worse, Buckbeak; the large hippogriff spiraled through the air, completely out of control—

Green jets of light shot past them again. Harry had no idea which way was up, which down: His scar was still burning; he expected to die at any second. A hooded figure on a broomstick was feet from him, he saw it raise its arm—

‘NO!’

With a shout of fury Hagrid launched himself off Buckbeak at the Death Eater; to his horror, Harry saw both Hagrid and the Death Eater falling out of sight, their combined weight too much for the broomstick—

Barely gripping the plummeting Hippogriff with his knees, Harry heard Voldemort scream, ‘Mine!’

It was over: He could not see or hear where Voldemort was; he glimpsed another Death Eater swooping out of the way and heard, ‘Avada—‘

As the pain from Harry’s scar forced his eyes shut, his wand acted of its own accord. He felt it drag his hand around like some great magnet, saw a spurt of golden fire through his half-closed eyelids, heard a crack and a scream of fury. The remaining Death Eater yelled; Voldemort screamed, ‘No!’; Somehow, Harry found himself conscious enough to say ‘Rennervate!’ while pointing at Buckbeak, causing the bird to instantly regain full consciousness and dived away at great speed towards the ground.

‘Hagrid!’ Harry called, holding on to Buckbeak for dear life. ‘Hagrid—Accio Hagrid!’

Buckbeak sped up, heading towards the earth. Harry could see nothing but distant lights growing nearer and nearer. He was going to crash and there was nothing he could do about it. Behind him came another scream, ‘Your wand, Selwyn, give me your wand!’

He felt Voldemort before he saw him. Looking sideways, he stared into the red eyes and was sure they would be the last thing he ever saw: Voldemort preparing to curse him once more—

And then Voldemort vanished. Harry looked down and saw Hagrid spread-eagled on the ground below him. He braced himself for Buckbeak to crash headfirst into the ground, but instead the Hippogriff pulled up at the last second, however after everything Harry had been through this caused him to let go and be thrown into a muddy pond.

Once upon a time, in the midst of the Battle of Hogwarts, chaos reigned supreme. The air was thick with spells and the ground trembled beneath the weight of the fighting. Amidst the turmoil, two unlikely heroes emerged: Fawkes the phoenix and Buckbeak the hippogriff.

Fawkes, with his vibrant plumage and fiery spirit, soared through the smoke-filled sky. His melodious song echoed through the battlefield, inspiring hope in the hearts of the weary fighters. With each note, wounds began to heal, and courage was reignited. Fawkes' presence alone was enough to rally the defenders of Hogwarts.

Meanwhile, Buckbeak, with his majestic wings and razor-sharp beak, charged fearlessly into the fray. His powerful talons struck down Death Eaters left and right, sending them sprawling to the ground. The sight of the mighty hippogriff fighting alongside the Order of the Phoenix filled the defenders with renewed determination.

As the battle raged on, Fawkes and Buckbeak's paths crossed. Recognizing each other's bravery, they formed an unspoken alliance. Fawkes swooped down, his talons clutching a vial of phoenix tears, and dropped it into Buckbeak's outstretched beak. The magical tears granted Buckbeak an extraordinary burst of strength and resilience.

Together, Fawkes and Buckbeak became an unstoppable force. Fawkes unleashed torrents of flames upon the enemy, engulfing them in a blaze of redemption. Buckbeak, now invigorated by the phoenix tears, charged through the ranks of Death Eaters, scattering them like leaves in the wind.

Their combined efforts turned the tide of the battle. The defenders of Hogwarts, inspired by Fawkes and Buckbeak's bravery, fought with renewed vigor. Spells flew with precision, and the enemy was pushed back, inch by inch.

In the heart of the chaos, Fawkes and Buckbeak spotted Voldemort, his red eyes gleaming with malice. With a nod of understanding, they dove towards him, their determination unwavering. Fawkes unleashed a torrent of flames, forcing Voldemort to shield himself. In that moment, Buckbeak lunged forward, his beak aimed directly at the Dark Lord's heart.

But Voldemort, ever cunning, managed to evade the attack. He retaliated with a powerful curse, sending Buckbeak crashing to the ground. Fawkes, witnessing his ally's fall, let out a mournful cry that shook the very foundations of Hogwarts.

However, the phoenix's cry was not one of defeat but of resilience. Fawkes rose from the ashes of his fallen comrade, his flames burning brighter than ever. With renewed determination, he unleashed a final burst of fire, engulfing Voldemort in a blaze of redemption.

The battle was won. Voldemort's reign of terror was finally over. Fawkes and Buckbeak, the unlikely heroes, had saved the day. Their bravery and unwavering spirit had inspired all who fought alongside them.

From that day forward, Fawkes and Buckbeak were hailed as legends, their names forever etched in the annals of Hogwarts. Their story became a symbol of hope and resilience, reminding all who heard it that even in the darkest of times, heroes can emerge from the most unexpected places.

I wish this had actually happened lol

It’s sideways but idc

Chose one or Buckbeak will hug Harry at the Yule ball wearing a Tuxedo and then throw Harry in the air

... And why didn’t Harry tell Hagrid about this attack.

I mean really they should’ve been put down right?

And shouldn’t Harry of told Hagrid about this? Hagrid sent them there to unbeknownst of him to essentially be killed.

I’m just thinking about when Hagrid was really sad when he died, he should’ve died sooner really. It makes me wonder if those Acromantula‘s killed and ate other students.

... I mean Buckbeak got sentenced to death just for kicking Malfoy when it was his fault.

(I know sentencing Aragog would be difficult and get Hagrid in trouble for having him but they can’t prove he’s Hagrids)

So, hippogriffs are omnivores. But they prefer ferrets. No wonder buckbeak attacked Draco. He's technically a ferret.

(Also which category does this go in?)

@Zara The Cheese Here you gooo buckbeak edit!

NOW HEAR ME OUT! Before the mods lock this, It is related to Harry Potter. See, the griffin is named buckbeak, and he is eating a ferret. aka a mouse chew toy. yea thats all i have.

To start this off, I have seen hundreds of rants by fans saying that Dumbledore can use time turners to save Lily and James Potter, and, I think it is complete nonsense. Here's why:

Time Turners have always fascinated me, they seem like a plothole on the surface, but as you dig deeper, they are not. The way time travel works in Harry Potter, is that every action you do, happens because a specific series of events take place. To explain that further, I give you a paradox, postulated by the great Schrödinger himself, the grandfather paradox.

The paradox assumes a situation where you go back in time, and kill you grandfather before he marries your grandmother, and sires one of your parents. The paradox asks you, whether the action could really take place. Because, when you kill your grandad, you eliminate all chances of your birth, negating the killing. He later said that the idea itself was wrong in some ways, but never elaborated on it. I believe, that it is wrong, due to one cause, you travel, the chances are, either it will fail, or that it happens, but not at the right time. Because, you see, the reason you could go back in time, was due to a set of events allowing it to happen, trying to eliminate on of these, would not succeed, because you will not be able to go to the past to do your action.

Due to the argument above, it can be inferred, that the saving of Sirius and Buckbeak, was not altering the future, it was what happened anyway. For all you know, there might have been an attempt to do just that, and it would inevitably fail. Further, the whole concept of using Time Turners to alter the past seems inherently flawed, for the reasons stated above.