The wind stopped whipping, the rain stopped abruptly, even Hagrid's mouth unsealed itself. Harry fell to his knees in the now muddied ground, holding his hand out and watching it shake. The cat bumped its head against Harry's hand and they both ignored the burn. The sting of it. Harry grabbed him up and held him so tight, feeling his neck go red from the heat that seemed to be building from beneath his veins. He cocked his head, listening carefully. It seemed he had the power of the forest at his fingertips tonight, because everything was still and silent except for the sound of a familiar huff. 