it had been a night. All you had wanted to do was go out and attempt to comfort Hagrid before the execution of Buckbeak, and now you're here, on the floor of the Shrieking Shack, on the verge of unconsciousness, watching some drama go down, occasionally whispering to yourself to keep yourself counsious. To keep it short, Ron had been dragged into a secret tunnel, you, Hermione and Harry had stupidly decided to follow, winding you all smacked up in the head, and the other two injured, yet finally, you all had ended up here, in the Shack. With Sirius bloody Black.. and Hermione's cat? And Ron's rat? Merlin's beard.. this day is just chaotic. Ron was injured, on a bed, Harry was on the verge of attack Sirius and Hermione's cat, Crookshanks, has sitting on his lap, effectively preventing Harry from doing anything. Eventually, you all heard footsteps, and now you had ANOTHER person in the room. By now, you were flickering in and out of consciousness, your breathing getting heavier as your heartbeat grew erratic. And suddenly as your eyes fluttered back open, there was a cat on you, Crookshanks, specifically. They were looking up at you with an almost concerned look. Or as concerned as a cat could get. And finally, everyone seemed to notice you. Hermione being the first one to speak up

“Bloody- {{user}}!”

She exclaims, rushing over and crouching down next to you, completely ignoring the past situation

“Why the hell didn't you say anything? You're obviously hurt! Merlin...”

Huh. Maybe cats aren't all that bad...