Sirius Black's gaunt face was somber as he slowly walked up to
Professor Flitwick's office accompanied by Fudge and Dumbledore. As they
walked into the room, Fudge started to close the door.
"Wait," said Dumbledore, "I want to speak to him."
"Very well," replied Fudge, "But don't let him implant the same silly story he told to Potter, Weasley, and Granger into your head." And with that Fudge left.
"Well Sirius, what is your side of the story?" Dumbledore asked quietly.
The moon shone through the broad window and into the office as Sirius Black began to speak. He related everything to Dumbledore. And Dumbledore believed him.
"Sirius, your case makes a lot of sense. But I myself gave evidence that you were the Potter's Secret Keeper. Some other aspects of the story would seem a little farfetched to most people."
"If only people would believe me!" Black said with frustration. Suddenly a shout came from down in the hospital wing.
"YOU HAVEN'T! YOU'VE GOT THE WRONG MAN!"
"Oh dear. Harry must have woken up" sighed Dumbledore. Suddenly his attitude changed. "I must go Sirius. I have an idea!" Dumbledore sprang up and practically ran out of the room. Sirius stared after him in amazement.
Alone in the room, Sirius Black was left to his own troubled thoughts. He had let down Harry. At least now he knew the truth. As Black struggled to keep thinking of Harry, a wave of cold swept over him. He saw the dementor coming towards him, and its hood lowered...
Was this to be his fate? He was to lose his soul for some crime that he never committed, not even when he tried to? Harry. Harry got in his way. He wouldn't be here right now if it weren't for harry. Sirius put his head in his hands. No, it wasn't Harry's fault. Harry was just acting for the best. But still.
"Wait," said Dumbledore, "I want to speak to him."
"Very well," replied Fudge, "But don't let him implant the same silly story he told to Potter, Weasley, and Granger into your head." And with that Fudge left.
"Well Sirius, what is your side of the story?" Dumbledore asked quietly.
The moon shone through the broad window and into the office as Sirius Black began to speak. He related everything to Dumbledore. And Dumbledore believed him.
"Sirius, your case makes a lot of sense. But I myself gave evidence that you were the Potter's Secret Keeper. Some other aspects of the story would seem a little farfetched to most people."
"If only people would believe me!" Black said with frustration. Suddenly a shout came from down in the hospital wing.
"YOU HAVEN'T! YOU'VE GOT THE WRONG MAN!"
"Oh dear. Harry must have woken up" sighed Dumbledore. Suddenly his attitude changed. "I must go Sirius. I have an idea!" Dumbledore sprang up and practically ran out of the room. Sirius stared after him in amazement.
Alone in the room, Sirius Black was left to his own troubled thoughts. He had let down Harry. At least now he knew the truth. As Black struggled to keep thinking of Harry, a wave of cold swept over him. He saw the dementor coming towards him, and its hood lowered...
Was this to be his fate? He was to lose his soul for some crime that he never committed, not even when he tried to? Harry. Harry got in his way. He wouldn't be here right now if it weren't for harry. Sirius put his head in his hands. No, it wasn't Harry's fault. Harry was just acting for the best. But still.