"I knew it must have been, if Potter could do it.... I bet you're not dangerous at all, are you?" he said to the hippogriff. "Are you, you great ugly brute?"

It happened in a flash of steely talons; Malfoy let out a highpitched scream and next moment, Hagrid was wrestling Buckbeak back into his collar as he strained to get at Malfoy, who lay curled in the grass, blood blossoming over his robes.

"I'm dying!" Malfoy yelled as the class panicked. "I'm dying, look at me! It's killed me!"

"Yer not dyin'!" said Hagrid, who had gone very white. "Someone help me -- gotta get him outta here --"

"Oh, shut it," snapped Amelia at Malfoy before rushing over to him. Amelia whipped out her pocket knife, making the other students gasp and Draco move back. Amelia rolled her eyes. With one swift motion, she cut the right sleeve off her school robes. Grabbing Malfoys arm in a firm grip, Amelia examined the wound. "You'll live," she muttered, wrapping the sleeve of her robes around his arm tightly "Just keep pressure on it." 

Hermione ran to hold open the gate as Hagrid lifted Malfoy easily. As they passed, Harry saw through the makeshift bandage that there was a long, deep gash on Malfoy's arm ; blood splattered the grass and Hagrid ran with him, up the slope toward the castle.

"He'll be fine. Madam Pomfrey taken care of wrose." said Amelia with a wave of her hand. 

Very shaken, the Care of Magical Creatures class followed at a walk. The Slytherins were all shouting about Hagrid.

"They should fire him straight away!" said Pansy Parkinson, who was in tears.

"It was Malfoy's fault!" snapped Dean Thomas. Crabbe and Goyle flexed their muscles threateningly.

"Dean is right. If he had been listening, then he would know to not say such rude things to a hippogriff. When a wild animal goes wild animal on someone, don't blame the animal." 

They all climbed the stone steps into the deserted entrance hall.

"I'm going to see if he's okay!" said Pansy, and they all watched her run up the marble staircase. The Slytherins, still muttering about Hagrid, headed away in the direction of their dungeon common room; Harry, Ron, and Hermione proceeded upstairs to Gryffindor Tower Amelia following behind.

"You think he'll be all right?" said Hermione nervously.

"Yes." said Amelia flatly.

"Course he will. Madam Pomfrey can mend cuts in about a second," said Harry, who had had far worse injuries mended magically by the nurse.