All three looked extremely nervous as she wound their hands into their horses mane and told them to grip tightly before she got back on to her own steed.
" Grab hold and make it tight. I'll do Potter! " said Greyback, seizing a fistful of Harry's hair; Harry could feel his long yellow nails scratching his scalp. " On three! "
Peter wondered why she did not get higher or at least take a better grip; then he realized that she was just going to faint and that if she fainted she would fall off.
Poor Anne could not move. She held on and held on, but her arms were getting tired and she knew that she would fall in a minute. Suddenly, there was Gilbert Bly the in his boat!