My Father Is My Savior Chapter Eleven:
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From that day on, I did not bother Melinda with my presence. I would either spend time in the Library, or outside even though it was slowly getting colder out. It wasn't long before the other schools who would be participating in the Tri-wizard tournament came to Hogwarts. It was all everyone could talk about, while I found it quite annoying. The school seemed more full then normal, and I found it hard to breathe most of the time. Not to mention the fact that a lot of the visiting students couldn't speak English very well. The common room became almost unbearable with the Drumstang students entering and leaving as they pleased.
But I learned how to get used to it, finding places where I felt calm, and when our first trip to Hogwarts came, I was excited. I had received a letter from my father only a day before to tell me to come and meet him. I knew he meant at the cave, and I was exhilarated by the fact I would get to see my father again.
So when the morning came, I got up earlier then everyone else in my dormitory and quickly got dressed, lastly grabbing my cloak and heading down stairs just as the great hall opened for breakfast.
There was only one other person awake at the time; a Ravenclaw boy who sat alone near the front of the table reading the daily prophet. As best as I could I snuck some food for my father into my book bag, hoping that the only two teachers at the head table didn't notice.
When I finished my breakfast, some more students had trickled into the Great Hall, and two third year Slytherins joined the table. I got up, shoving my copy of the Daily Prophet into my bag, and left the Great Hall.
Mr. Filch was all ready waiting at the gate when I arrived, and I gave him my name, and he grunted his answer. I left quickly walking down the path to Hogsmeade, the adrenalin coursing through my body as I went.
There were no other Hogwarts students in town yet, and I was glad for it. I sneaked down some back alleys until I came to the familiar spot that would lead to the cave. I made my way quickly up the mountains, clinging to my cloak that didn't keep the bitter wind out. My green and silver scarf flung around like crazy in the wind, and I felt my hands go numb, feeling stupid for not having brought gloves. Then again, I had no gloves to bring.
As I neared the top I finally I saw it. In the distance I could see the small opening to the cave, and I moved quicker towards it. The joy slowly rose in my soul, and I slipped into the cave, and smiled.
I looked around the dirty caved and quickly I realized nobody was there; Sirius was no where to be seen. The cave was empty, only Buckbeak asleep in his corner. My shoulders sagged, and I hoped that nothing was wrong with my father. Buckbeaks great head lifted up and stared at me.
"Hi Buckbeak," I said quietly and went over to stroke his feathers, and sat down next to him, "Where's Sirius?" I asked him, smiling, knowing that I wouldn't get an answer.
When I got bored of sitting around I stood up, and started a fire, realizing how cold it was inside the cave for the first time. After that I went outside looking for some small pieces of wood to use. I fed Buckbeak some bread from my bag, and kept the rest in my bag for my father. I wondered where he was, and if he was coming back soon. I hoped that me coming there had been a good thing.
I hoped it was. I hoped that my father actually wanted to see me; he sent me a letter didn't he? Maybe there was more to it that I didn't know. It wasn't like he didn't know I was coming, and I doubted he forgot. He probably didn't expect me until later, and he was just out getting some fresh air, that's all. I was sure of it.
That's when I heard the voices. There were two boy voices, and a girl's. I hurriedly put out the fire to auburns, grabbed my bag, and went further into the cave and hid behind a large boulder, as I heard the voices almost on top of the cave.
They squeezed through the small opening, my father at the lead in dog form. He barked once, and momentarily sniffed the air, looking straight where I was, and I could see that he was worried even though he was in dog form.
The other people who had entered I quickly recognized them to be Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and a Weasley. My father turned around and transformed into a human again, and looked at Harry.
"Chicken," he said gruffly; the dirty old newspapers that had once been in his mouth on the floor.
Harry pulled out a bundle of chicken legs and bread. My father mumbled his thanks, and started eating a chicken leg.
"I've been living off rats mostly. Can't steal too much food from Hogsmeade; I'll draw attention to myself." My father told the trio. I groaned inwardly realizing he was doing exactly what I was afraid he would do.
Harry grinned at his godfather, and quickly lost it. "What are you doing here, Sirius?"
My father replied, "Fulfilling my duty as Godfather." I had to bite my hand to stop myself from laughing. "Don't worry about me; I'm pretending to be a loveable stray."
I noticed that the others didn't approve of what my father was doing, and I heard him continue, trying to convince them. "I want to be on spot. Your last letter, well, let's just say things are getting fishier."
My confusion grew as he continued to talk. What had Harry said to my father in his last letter? What was so fishy about the Triwizard contest?
"What if they catch you? What if you're seen?" Harry asked anxiously.
My father sighed. "Only you three, and Dumbledore, and –are the only ones around here who know I'm an Animagus," Sirius told them. I knew he almost said my name, but I ignored it, knowing it would not be a good thing if they did know.
I watched as the Weasley boy nudge Harry and showed him the newspapers. "They make it sound like he's dying." Harry said. "But he can't be that ill if he managed to get up here…" Harry trailed off.
The Weasley boy said something, I couldn't hear, but I heard what Hermione said. "Getting his comeuppance for sacking Winky, isn't he?" she said coldly, and I got even more confused. What on Earth were they talking about? "Bet he wishes he hadn't done it now –bet he feels the difference now she's not there to look after him." The girl continued sourly.
The Weasley boy muttered something, and Sirius looked at interested. "Crouch sacked his house-elf?" he asked curiously.
"Yeah at the Quidditch World Cup," Harry told him. He told all about the dark mark appearing, and Winky the house-elf had been found with Harry's wand.
My father went on to tell them all about who Barty Crouch was, and I found myself straining my ears so I wouldn't miss a thing. I had no idea all this was surrounding the Triwizard Tournament.
They went on to talk about the Headmaster of Drumstang, and Professor Snape. When my father started talking about him, I was astounded by the hate he had for my head of house. I had always thought Professor Snape was an honorable man, no matter how cold he was to some students. Some things he said I already knew, like that Professor Snape had always loved the Dark Arts. Everyone knew that at school, but the way he talked about him reminded that my father was still young, still a Gryffindor.
Soon it was time for the trio to go, and my father left with them turning into a dog, and walked with them back down the mountain. I slipped out from behind the boulder and looked at Buckbeak. "Why didn't he tell me they were coming?" I asked sourly.
Buckbeak let out a little screech and I took it as an 'I don't know.' I sat back down and made the fire brighter, throwing some of the old Daily Prophets in the dying fire. I didn't care if I was late for getting back to school. I wanted to talk to my father, and I had a lot to say.
A/N: So much of this was taken from the books, so I could keep this as Cannon as possible. Hope you enjoyed, thanks for reading!