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.