"Remember, these visits to Hogesmeade Village are a privilege. If you act poorly, it will be taken from you." McGonagall stated sternly.

All the third years were crowded in the outdoor courtyard. Everyone was handing in their signed permission slips to Mr. Filch. Harry walked up to the woman, ready to ask but she shot him down, "No signed permission slip, no visiting the village. That's the rules, Mr. Potter."

"Alright, those with permission slips, follow me. Those who don't stay put." Mr. Filch yelled to the students. I waited with Ron and Hermione, to see if Harry would join us. He tried to ask if she could sign for him, but she declined.

"I can't, Potter. Only a parent or guardian can sign. Since I am neither, it would be inappropriate…I'm sorry, but that is my final word on the matter."

With that she left to follow the rest of the students. He turned to us and said, "Forget it, guys. I'll see you later." He walked back towards the doors of the school. Hermione and Ron started to leave, but I stayed where I was.

The witch seemed to notice, "Bambi?"

I turned to her, "You guys go on ahead, I don't think I'll be going. Besides, my stomach's been bothering me lately."

They nodded and turned to follow the crowd of students. I walked back over to the door Harry was now standing at. He looked at me confused, "Why aren't you going? Your parents signed your permission slip."

"My stomach's been bothering me; I feel like I might be sick. Wouldn't make much sense to go, just to be carted back here." I smiled at him.

We stood there for a while. Harry shook his head and turned to me.

"…You know you're actually a terrible liar." He smirked.

I smirked and replied, "I never did say I was a brilliant liar though."

He chuckled. I pushed his shoulder gently and started walking back into the building, Harry followed eventually catching up to me.

We walked around the grounds for a while until we came across Professor Lupin. He joined us and we talked for a little, before Harry eventually asked,

"Professor, can I ask you something?"

"You want to know why I stopped you from facing that boggart, yes?" He turned to the boy, who nodded. "I thought it would be obvious. I assumed it would take the shape of Lord Voldemort."

"I thought of him at first, but then I remembered that night on the train, and the dementor."

"I'm impressed, that would suggest that what you fear most is fear itself."

Harry paused and then said to the man, "Before I fainted…I heard a woman, screaming."

The man nodded in understanding, "Dementors tend to force us to remember and relive our most painful memories. Our pain is their power."

"…Then that woman I heard could have been my mother. The night she was murdered."

It was silent for a while. I grabbed Harry's hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. He looked to me and smiled.

"You know the very first time I saw you Harry I recognized you immediately. Not from your scar, but from your eyes. They are the same as your mother, Lily's."

Harry and I looked confused at the man, who turned to us and smiled.

"Yes, I knew her. Your mother was there for me, when no one else was. Not only was she a gifted witch, she was also an uncommonly kind woman…She had a way of seeing the beauty in others, who couldn't see it in themselves.

"Bambi reminds me very much of her as well. It's uncanny how much she resembles her. Not just in actions, but in looks." He pointed to me. I remembered when Professor Snape had said something similar my first year. I wonder if he was talking about Lily.

"Your father, James on the other hand…he," He broke into a chuckle, possibly recalling a memory. "He had a certain 'talent' for getting into trouble." I saw Harry smile at hearing that.

"A talent, rumored, he has passed on to you…Your more like them then you realize Harry. In time you'll see just how much." Lupin patted the boy on the shoulder.

"We need to get to the great hall, immediately." Penelope told us entering the room. I put down the book I was reading, Cho turned to ask the Head girl.

"Why, what's wrong?"

"Sirius Black has been found in Hogwarts, the Fat Lady saw him." I immediately thought of Harry. "So, please just head down to the great hall. They're going to search through the school to see if they can find him."

I grabbed Bella and followed Penelope down the stairs. Luna and Cho, right behind me, as well as the few remaining Ravenclaw's that weren't in classes this hour. When we got to the entrance of the great hall I saw the trio. I rushed toward them, giving them each a one-arm hug.

"I'm so glad your all okay. No one else got hurt?"

"No everyone's fine. The Fat Lady is shaken up, but fine." Harry answered.

Everyone was then piled in and given a cot to sleep on while the professor's checked every inch of the school for Black.

I managed to sneak my cot in next to Harry's without the Professor's realizing, as we laid there on our sides I whispered to Harry,

"You worried?"

"About what?"

"About Black, if he finds you. You're not the least bit terrified?"

"…Maybe a little, but only because I don't want him to hurt you, or Ron and Hermione. What about you?"

I looked up at Bella, who decided to sleep by our heads, and smiled

"I feel the same way…I don't think I can sleep knowing there's a crazy killer just beyond those doors."

Harry reached over and grabbed my hand, holding it.

"Don't worry. He won't get anywhere near you. I promise." I smiled gently at the boy.

"You're such a charmer."

"I try." With that I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

The next day in D.A.D.A I sat next to Harry, Ron had a table by himself next to us. All of a sudden Snape burst into the room, shutting each window as he passed with his wand. When he got to the front he pulled a rope and a projector screen fell. He turned to us,

"Turn to page 394."

I opened my book as did many of the others, some taking more time than others. As the potions master made his way to the back of the class, Harry spoke up, "Excuse me, sir. Where's Professor Lupin?"

"That's not really your concern is it, Potter?"

I looked up at the man, "Professor?" He looked at me for a while before continuing to the back.

"At the moment, your professor finds himself incapable of teaching. Turn to page 394."

I looked over to see Ron slowly flipping through the pages, then suddenly it opened to the correct page. I took this time to look at the page, and saw the subject. I turned around to face the Professor.

"Werewolves?"

"Sir, we just got around to learning about red caps and hinkypunks." I was startled when I heard Hermione speak from the recently open spot next to Ron. She continued on, "We shouldn't be learning this for another couple weeks."

"Quiet." The wizard said in reply.

"When did she come in? Did you see her come in?" Ron whispered to us. I shook my head, so did Harry. Snape made his way back toward the front.

"Now, which one of you can tell me the difference between an Animagus and a werewolf?"

Hermione raised her hand, but the man chose to ignore her.

"No one…how disappointing."

I decided to raise my hand instead, I knew enough to get me by; at least I hoped I did. Professor Snape looked in my direction, "Yes, McCarthy?"

"An Animagus chooses to turn into an animal. A werewolf does not."

"Correct, Miss McCarthy." He gave me a simple nod and turned to the rest of the class. "On my desk by Monday morning, two rolls of Parchment on the werewolf, with emphasis on recognizing it."

Practically everyone groaned in annoyance at the lengthy assignment given by the Slytherin Professor.

"Professor, tomorrow is Quidditch." Harry told the man, as if it would make a difference.

"Then I suggest you take extra care, Mr. Potter. Loss of limb will not excuse you."

With that said, Snape returned to the lesson at hand. A note folded to look like a bird flew to Harry. When he opened it, there was a crude drawing of Harry getting hit with the quaffle and struck by lightning. I could only assume it was from Malfoy.

~The next day, on the Pitch~

It was time for the Quidditch game between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff. It was raining hard and there was a storm. I was worried for the players; I didn't feel that it was safe for any of them to be playing at the present. I stood with Hermione, Sam and Ron, cheering for the Gryffindor team. We were wearing rain jackets over our warm clothing we bundled up in.

I saw Harry and the Hufflepuff seeker go up into the clouds. I bit my lip, I hoped neither of them would get hurt. It was a few minutes but eventually the seeker returned from the storm clouds, but there was no sign of Harry. Suddenly everyone could see something falling from the sky. It was Harry!

Wand in hand, I cast a slow gravitation charm so he floated to the ground. Once there he was met by Madam Pomphrey, and was rushed to the hospital wing. I rushed down the stairs to follow. When I got there I helped the Medi witch get him onto the bed. She went to get a few things, which left me to grab his goggles and glasses from his face. I gently removed his outer coat, so he'd be a bit warmer, and his sopping wet boots. When Pomphrey returned, she had a bowl of warm water, a towel and visitors. It was the Weasley twins, Sam, Neville, Hermione and Ron, along with some other Gryffindors I didn't know.

I took the offered bowl from the woman and set it down on the side table. I noticed that they had begun to bring in other students that got possibly injured from the match. I grabbed the cloth and submerged it into the warm water, taking it out and wringing it out a little. I then started to gently dab at Harry's face. He had a couple scratches on the side of his face, but nothing major.

"He looks a little Peaky, doesn't he?" Ron asked. I turned to the red head and gave him a look.

"Peaky?"

George turned to his younger brother, "How about we walk you off the Astronomy tower and see how you feel afterward?"

"Probably a right sight better than he normally does…"

We turned to look and see Harry opening his eyes. I placed the towel back in the bowl. Hermione stepped forward, "How are you feeling?"

Harry replied sarcastically, "Oh brilliant."

"You gave us a good scare there, you know." Fred told the boy. I handed Harry his glasses.

"Thank you…So what happened?"

"Well, you fell off your broom."

"Really?" He brought back the sarcasm. "I meant the match, who won?"

The group was silent for a moment before Hermione spoke, "You should know, no one blames you Harry. The dementors aren't supposed to be on school grounds. Dumbledore's furious. After Bambi had saved you, he sent them away." She gestured to me.

Harry looked up towards me and smiled, "Thanks."

I smirked, "Don't expect it all the time, I'm no Hermione; I don't know every spell known to wizards."

"Um, there's something else you should know Harry." Ron interrupted. It was then I noticed he had a large item wrapped in a blanket. "When you fell, your broom sort of flew into the Whopping willow and…well…" When he unwrapped the blanket there was Harry's broomstick broken into pieces.

I turned to the boy in question, "If you want Harry, I can ask Mum and see if there's any way to get it fixed."

He shook his head, "No, it's okay. I'll figure something out."

The holidays were upon us and there was another outing to go to Hogsmeade. I told Harry I would stay with him this time, but he told me to go and see the village with Hermione and Ron. To keep them from fighting; at least that's what he said, smiling. So I was bundled up in my black wool jacket, wearing a dark blue hat and matching mittens. I had on my leather, black boots, that went to just below my knee, and fleece lined leggings. Bella trailed behind me in her doggy sweater. The sweater was big on her, but she's still young and has some more growing to do.

I followed Ron and Hermione to the Shrieking shack. We stood just behind the barbed wire fence.

"It's meant to be the most haunted place in all of Britain." Hermione said, looking at us. "Do you want to move closer?"

"What?" The Weasley looked surprised that the witch suggested such a thing. "Uh, no actually I'm fine right here."

"Well, well look who's here." I groaned. I recognized that voice too well. I turned along with the others and spotted Malfoy with his goons. "You two picking out your dream house? Don't think it's a wee bit grand for you Weasel-bee."

"Shut your mouth, Malfoy." I wedged myself between the two boys, crossing my arms. "Don't you have something more…productive, maybe, to do?"

The blonde Slytherin smirked, "What's a matter McCarthy, afraid?"

"Not of you, I can guarantee that."

Bella barked, causing Malfoy to jump back startled. He sneered, "Keep that flea ridden animal away from me. Disgusting."

I glared at the man, "The only disgusting animal I see, is the ferret faced blonde in front of me."

He in turn glared at me, without warning he shoved me to the ground. His goons laughing, "Let's see how tough you really are, wench."

Just then a snowball hit him. He looked around, trying to find the source of the offending object.

"Who threw that?" Just then a barrage of snowballs came flying in at the trio of Slytherins.

"Don't stand there do something!" He told Crabbe. Just then the boy's pants were pulled down. As he quickly tried to pull them back up he was pushed to the ground. The other Slytherin was spun around in a circle by his sarf, then thrown to the ground. At some point between the chaos, Malfoy had tripped over Crabbe. He was dragged by his feet toward the direction of the Shrieking shack.

It pulled him for some way, before it seemed to give up. Once free the blonde jumped up and ran as fast as he could, pushing the other Slytherins out of the way. Me and Hermione were laughing so hard, Ron was smiling quite a bit. All of a sudden the mysterious force played with the strings of Ron's hat, lifting them up and down, it did the same to Hermione's curls. I was startled when I felt something on my hips and I was back on my feet.

"Harry!" Hermione said. Sure enough the ravenette revealed himself to us, he was also laughing. I raised my hand, "That was amazing."

He gave me a high five. Ron let out a breath of relief, "Bloody hell. That wasn't funny, Harry."

"I beg to differ."

At that even Ron started laughing.

~Center of Hogsmeade~

"Those weasels' never told me about any Marauder's map!" Ron complained. Harry told us how Fred and George spotted him trying to sneak out, then showed him this map they took from Mr. Filch's office.

"Harry, you should hand it in to Professor McGonagall. You can't keep it." Hermione reprimanded the golden boy.

"Sure, and while he's at it. He can hand over the invisibility cloak too." Ron said, sarcastically. We continued down the street.

"…Oh look, it's Madam Rosemerta." The brunette leaned over to us, "Ron fancies her."

"Not true!"

Just then the minister, Cornelius Fudge went up to the woman, as well as McGonagall. They were having a conversation, we overheard parts of what the woman, Rosemerta would say; she wasn't a very quiet woman.

"What does Sirius Black have to do with Harry Potter?!" She was shushed by the other two. They made their way into the pub, Bella barked which turned my attention to her. I saw footprints and followed them to see fresh ones being made, but no one was there. I realized it was Harry under his invisibility cloak. He was heading in the direction of the pub.

"Harry!" Hermione called out to the boy. We ran to catch him, but when we tried to enter a bundle of shrunken heads stopped us.

"No underage wizard's aloud in today." One said.

"Shut the damn door!" another one replied.

"So rude!" Hermione huffed. We shut the door and sat on a bench outside. Waiting for the wizard to come out.

A few minutes passed when Bella barked again. I looked to the ground to see footprints being formed, they seemed to be moving quickly. With Bella I ran after the boy the other two following behind slowly. I found myself back at the barbed wire fence of the Shrieking shack. I heard sniffling, so I followed the noise. When it sounded close by I slowly reached my hand forward until I felt fabric.

"Harry?" I asked softly pulling the cloak off him. When I revealed the boy I saw that his eyes were red and puffy. I took the mitten off my left hand and cradled his cheek, turning him to face me.

"What's wrong?"

By then Hermione and Ron had caught up to us. I heard her ask behind us, "What happened?"

It was then Harry spoke, "He was their friend…and he betrayed them."

I figured he was talking about Black. Just then the Gryffindor turned and screamed at us, "He was their friend!"

I let go of his face and moved to sit next to him on the rock he sat on. I placed my hand on his knee.

"I hope he finds me… because when he does, I'll be ready. When he does, I'll kill him!"

I bit my lip in worry. I almost wished Black would never find Harry. I felt him lean his head against my shoulder. I rested my head on his. We stayed like that for a while, Ron and Hermione watching us; mostly the golden boy. After that we headed back to the school, Harry leaving the way he came.

The days came and went until finally all the snow melted from the ground. I walked with the trio through the courtyard. We were going to see Hagrid, he had his hearing about Buckbeak's sentence.

"Beautiful day." Hermione commented. I looked up smiling, there wasn't many clouds in the sky and the sun shone radiant.

"Gorgeous…unless you've been torn to shreds!" He looked pointedly at the witch.

"What happened?" I asked.

"Ronald has lost his rat."

"I haven't lost him, your cat killed him!"

"That's rubbish."

The red head turned to the ravenette, "Harry, you've seen the way that bloodthirsty beast of hers has been lurking about."

"Honestly, you should learn to take better care of your pets!"

"I agree with Hermione." Ron looked at me like I'd gone mad. I replied, "Well, if Hermione's cat did eat Scabbers, you would have found his tail left behind. Cats don't like tails, too chewy." I waltzed past him, so he wouldn't see the grin plastered on my face.

"Harry!" the redhead whined to the boy.

We met Hagrid down by the lake, the half-giant was skipping rocks.

"How did it go, Hagrid? The hearing?" Hermione asked. Me and Harry sat on the nearby stone together. While the other two stood.

"Well first off, the committee members took turns telling us why we were there; all except Bambi's mother." He skipped the rock in his hand. "I got up and did my part. Told them how Buckbeak was a good Hippogriff. Then Lucius Malfoy got up and said that Buckbeak was a dangerous creature that would kill you as soon as you looked at it." He through another rock he had picked up.

"Then what?" I asked the man.

"Then he asked for the worst, old Lucius did."

"There not sacking you!" Ron said.

"No, I'm not sacked." Hagrid replied, "…Buckbeak's been sentenced to death!"

He threw the rock in his hand down. I walked up to the giant and patted his arm. He turned to me and bent down giving me a hug. I patted the man's back; what I could reach anyways. Everyone was silent as Hagrid's body racked with quiet sobs.

~Divinations~

"Broaden your minds! You must look beyond." I tried to listen to the professor's lecture, but Ron was snoring very loudly in my ear. Harry told me he had woken up in the middle of the night to a dream about tap dancing spiders. He woke up as Professor Trelawney came over to our table,

"Now what have we here."

"Do you mind me trying, Professor?" Hermione asked. "…The Grim, possibly."

Trelawney sighed and grabbed the witch's hand. "My dear, I knew from the moment you stepped into my class, you did not truly understand the noble art of Divination. Look, you may be young in age but your heart is as cold and shriveled as an old maid's"

Hermione was furious and stood abruptly from the table, she knocked the glass orb off the table and stormed from the room.

The woman turned to me, "Did I say something?" With that the woman ended class and we left. As we descended the spiral stair case, Ron spoke up, "Hermione's gone mental. I mean she was before, but now it's open for everyone to see."

I punched the redhead in the arm.

"Ow!"

"Hang on." I turned to Harry and saw him bend over to pick up the crystal ball Hermione had knocked over.

"We should return it." I told them.

Ron looked at me, "I'm not going back!"

"Don't be a wimp."

"I'll go, you two go on ahead. I'll catch up." Harry volunteered, with that he walked back up the steps.

I followed Ron the rest of the way down the stairs. I told Ron I was going back to my dorm to change out of my robes and that I would meet the three out in the courtyard. I walked to my tower and answered the riddle the grey lady gave me. I ran up the stairs to my dorm and pulled out some different clothes. Bella tilting her head at me, confused. I finally settled on a purple sweater that was twice my size and faded jeans, with sneakers. Before I left the room, I turned and patted my thigh.

"Come on, Bella." The cocker spaniel jumped from the bed and followed me down to the courtyard. After a few minutes, the trio came by. We walked past the executioner, who was sharpening up his axe, with a stone. When he turned and looked me in the eye, he smiled. I felt a shiver run down my spine. As we crossed the bridge that lead the long way to Hagrid's house Hermione spoke,

"I can't believe they're going to kill Buckbeak. It's horrible." I agreed with the witch. Just as we exited off the bridge I caught sight of Malfoy and his goons.

"It just got worse." Ron said behind me.

"What did I tell you? Father said I could keep the head. I might just donate it to the Gryffindor common room."

Hermione rushed past first toward the blonde. I was slightly surprised, but followed her and the boys. Malfoy turned around and grinned at us.

"Ah, look who it is? Came to watch the show."

"You! You fool, loathsome, vile cockroach!" she screamed, taking out her wand and aiming it at the boy. Who coward against the stone behind him.

"Hermione, no!" Ron reasoned with the witch. "He's not worth it."

Slowly she lowered her wand, she made to turn around, then punched the git swift in the face! I bust out a laugh at the blondes face. The two other Slytherins were surprised and worried about their leader. As soon as Malfoy had his bearings, they clambered past us toward the bridge scared out their wits end.

"That felt good." Hermione said, breathless.

"Not good, brilliant!" the redhead corrected. I smiled at the brunette.

"Yeah, nice one Mione!" I hugged the girl. I turned to the boys, "Come on, let's go." We ran down the steps toward Hagrid's hut. As we got closer I got to see the beautiful creature. I walked slowly toward him

"Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes." I bowed my head to the hippogriff, which bowed back to me. I knelt down in the grass and stroked its beak. When it was comfortable with me, I moved my hands through his feathers. They were incredibly soft. I hugged its head gently to me. I heard Harry behind me.

"Come on, Bambi." I pouted slightly but got up anyway. We entered Hagrid's hut, he poured us tea and looked out the window to Buckbeak.

"Look at him. Loves the smell of trees when the wind blows through."

"Why can't we just set him free?" Harry asked the giant.

I spoke first, "Harry, if we do, then Hagrid and Dumbledore could get into serious trouble with the ministry. Especially if Malfoy has them all under his thumb."

Hagrid sighed, "Yeah, your mother was the only one who didn't agree to the sentence." He turned to me with a smile.

"The two of them are coming down actually, Dumbledore and Henriette. They both wanted to be here with me…when it happens."

"We'll stay with you too." Hermione stood up

"No you won't! I don't want you to witness such a thing." He looked to the witch, then the rest of us. "Oh, Ron. I have something for you." He went over to his counter top and opened a container. He reached in and pulled out a familiar rat. I groaned as the rat was very close to me. Bella growled at it as the beast was handed back to the redhead.

"Scabbers! Your alive."

"Need to keep a closer eye on your pets." The giant half scolded the boy.

"I think you owe someone an apology?" Hermione told the boy.

"Your right…next time I see Crookshanks, I'll let him know."

"I meant me!" She gritted through her teeth. Just then the ceramic pot on the table exploded.

"Blimey! What was that?" I walked over to behind Hermione and inspected the damage. On the table behind what was left of the pot, was a small rock that had a fossil of a shell on it.

"Ow!" Harry yelped and turned around toward the window. He looked out for a moment then called out to the man. Hagrid walked over to see what the boy saw.

"They're here. It's late, you shouldn't be out." He turned to us. He grabbed a quilt and threw it over one of the creatures. "You have to get out of here, you'll all be in big trouble if you're caught out at this time of night. Especially you, Harry." I quickly grabbed Bella and followed the others out the back door.

We quietly made our way undetected to hide behind some very large gourds. I saw my mother with the executioner, Dumbledore and the Minister. The other three were turned the other way, but my mom turned and met with my eyes. She jerked her head toward were the bridge was, then turned back to the Minister and started a conversation with him. I grabbed Harry's hand and pulled him away the other two following. Once we were back to the entrance of the bridge we stopped at the ledge that over looked Hagrid's home.

My mother was beside Hagrid, Dumbledore just in front of them and the Minister close to where Buckbeak was kept. The executioner held up his axe and marched forward. He swung, and brought it down swiftly. Crows started to fly around, signifying the deed was done. I heard Hermione sobbing beside me and I turned to see she had wrapped her arms around the redhead and had her face buried in his neck. I felt an arm around me, and then was pulled in tight to a lean chest. I didn't have to look up to know it was Harry. I buried my face into his shirt.

We stayed like that for a while until I heard Ron gasp. I turned to see blood dripping from his finger. He had a shocked expression.

"He bit me! Scabbers." He turned and ran, following the rat. Bella barked and chased after the rat as well.

"Ron?!" Hermione panicked. Soon we were chasing the redhead. We followed him until he got next to the whomping willow, having finally caught Scabbers.

"You guys know what tree this is right?" Hermione turned to the two of us. I nodded, how could I forget a tree that nearly killed me last year.

"That's not good. Ron run!" Harry said.

"Move your arse, Ron!" He looked up to us, and his expression turned terrified.

"You move your arse, Bambi!" I turned around quickly to see what he was pointing at and felt myself pale. Behind us was a black wolf.

"It's the Grim!" It growled and ran towards us. Instead of pouncing on us like I thought it would it actually jumped over us toward Ron. It lunged and bit Ron's leg, dragging him to the whomping willow.

"Harry!" The redhead screamed, he still had a hold of that darn rat.

"Ron!" Harry was the fastest one of us and got closer to Ron but couldn't get a hold of him. The ginger ended up being dragged down a hole at the base of the large tree. Bella ran and jumped into the hole after him.

I noticed a branch had sprouted from the tree and it was aimed at us.

"Duck!" I fell flat to the ground as the branch swung. The others didn't heed my warning in time and got knocked back. I turned on my back and looked up. I was in time to see a branch aim straight for me. I rolled out of the way before it hit the ground. I got back up on my feet and heard screaming coming towards me, I looked and saw Hermione was holding onto one of the branches. She was coming right for me.

"Why do I always get in these situations?" I asked no one in particular just as the witch hit me and I went along for the ride.

If my life wasn't on the line, I'd think this was the coolest thing ever.

We swung by Harry, who had just put his glasses back on, I reached out and grabbed the front of his shirt,

"Room for one more!" I shouted and the three of us were riding the willow tree branch. As we approached the hole I chucked Hermione in first, then Harry and myself. I slid down the slope and landed on the Gryffindor boy.

"Sorry." I pushed myself off him.

"It's fine."

"Where do you suppose this goes?" Hermione asked referring to the tunnel.

"I have a hunch." Harry replied and we made our way through the passageway.

~The Shrieking Shack~

"Why do you have to be right." I groaned as Harry opened the door and we were in a rundown house, also known as the Shrieking Shack. The boy got out first, then pulled Hermione up, then me. We walked up the stairs, hearing faded cries coming from upstairs. Just as we reached the top, the cry was clear.

"Ron!" the two rushed toward the ginger as I stayed at the entry way. Bella had run up to me and nuzzled my leg, I lent to grab her when I felt someone tug on my arm. I went to scream but they covered my mouth. The hand was thin and frail, I felt the tip of a wand at my throat. Bella whimpered and barked at the figure behind me.

"Harry, it's a trap. He was the dog, he's an Animagus! And he has Bambi!" Ron whined pointing in my direction.

The two turned and were shocked, Hermione stepping in front of Harry. I could only assume the one holding me was Sirius Black.

"If you want to kill Harry, then you'll have to kill us too!"

"No!" The voice was slightly hoarse, but stern. "Only one will die tonight." I felt the wand move closer to my throat.

"Let her go!" Harry snapped at Black

"Fine." I felt the man release me. The next thing I know Harry had tackled him to the ground, hands at his throat. He released one hand to grab his wand and point it in his direction.

"You going to kill me Harry?" Sirius laughed.

I back up in time to have the doors burst open and Remus Lupin emerge from them, wand in hand. He cast a charm that disarmed Harry. He jerked his head to the side. Harry got up quickly and ran back over to Hermione's side. I made to move there as well.

"Professor…" He ignored me.

"Well, well, Sirius. Looking rather ragged aren't we? Finally, the flesh reflects the madness within."

"You'd know all about madness within, wouldn't you Remus." They looked at each other for a while and finally Remus lowered his wand and helped him up. The two embracing.

"I found him!"

"I understand."

"Let's kill him!"

"No!" Hermione screamed at the two men. "I trusted you, we trusted you!" She pointed between herself and I, "and all this time, you've been his friend. He's a werewolf! That's why he's been missing classes." She turned to Harry at the last part.

"Enough talk, let's kill him!" Sirius shouted, pacing the room.

"Wait— "

"I did my waiting! For twelve years, in Azkaban."

The room was silent, aside from the heaving breathing. Remus nodded handing his wand to the wanted wizard. Harry moved in front of me.

"Very well, then…but Harry should know why."

"I know why, you betrayed my parents!" Harry spoke up, "You're the reason they're dead!"

"No he's not! Someone betrayed your parents, but it was someone who I thought to be dead until tonight."

"Who?"

"Peter Pettigrew! And he's right there!" Sirius pointed toward Ron, wand in hand. Just then the wand was knocked out of his hand.

I looked at the new intruder in relief, it was Professor Snape.

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