I glanced up and pointed to Ron and Hermione then me, signaling that I would go last. They both understood and moved to go down the trapdoor. The sound of movement from behind me stopped us all in our tracks. I realized then that the harp had stopped playing and that a giant, three-headed dog was awake and angry at us for being in his room. A loud bark echoed through the room and, without thinking, I grabbed Ron and Hermione by the wrists, pushed them through the trapdoor and jumped after them. The door closed shut above me and I landed, none to gracefully, on something soft.