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Chapter 11: HIStory

Elizabeth went rigid in his arms and her eyes bugged out of their sockets. She tried to struggle out of his arms but he was too strong for her. He walked her towards the middle of her bedroom where a chair was moved from her kitchen; he plopped her down on the chair and she felt her arms bind behind her and her legs to the chair legs.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" She said trying to struggle against her invisible bonds and to turn to look at him over her shoulder.

"Making sure you wont do anything you'll regret." He said stepping around her and leaning against her dresser. Elizabeth stopped struggling to look at him but the only light was coming from the hall.

"Turn the lights on." She demanded and he obliged without objection. Elizabeth's gaze fell on his face; she could barely see the man he use to be. His features were gaunt and his hair was stringy and dirty. Her eyes trailed down him and over his lanky form and ripped scraps of clothes. She could feel the tears building in her eyes as she traveled back up to look him in his grey eyes; the pain was just as evident in his eyes as it was in hers.

"I'm sorry, I have to tie you up." He said, "Well…tie you up under these circumstances."

Elizabeth shot him a dirty look, "Sirius Black you lost your right to say anything like that to me." The brief playfulness that sparkled in his grey eyes disappeared, "Why?" She asked plainly then elaborated, "Why are you doing this now? Why couldn't you let the dementors whither you away? Why are putting us through all of this? Why did you betray them?" Elizabeth assumed she shouldn't be asking all these question that were sure to irate him considering her situation but she didn't care anymore.

"Anything else you like to add?" He asked sarcastically.

"Oh, I have a lot more to say to you." She spat.

"Where do you want me to start?"

"I want you to start with, why don't you throw yourself off a cliff?"

"Because then I do believe that I would die." He said in the sarcastic tone she had known from him those many years before.

"And that's bad?" She asked with a cocked eyebrow. Sirius sighed, obviously dishearten by her resentment and anger towards him.

"Elizabeth, you're my last hope…" He started.

"Then I guess you're hopeless." She spat; Sirius's heart turned in his chest.

"Please, just hear me out; don't you want to know my side of the story?" He pleaded.

"I know your side of the story, I was at your trial." She said, "You didn't do it." She said casually.

"You-you-you were at the trial." He managed to say, "You let them take me away without a fair trial."

"You killed three friends!" She yelled, "What did you want me to do? Say you didn't do it and then join you in Azkaban for conspiracy." She looked at him with her mouth gaping, "Plus, I would have to believe you to be innocent."

"You don't think I'm innocent?"

"James and Lily are dead!" Elizabeth cried, "You, solely, held the power to kill them. So no, I don't think you're innocent."

"But I didn't." Sirius said, pushing himself off the dresser, "I didn't have the power. I wasn't their secret keeper."

"Ha." She laughed throwing her head back, "Well, now you have me intrigued. You've had twelve years to come up with this story, it better be a damn good one."

"I wasn't their secret keeper. I wanted to but they wouldn't let me. They said that it was too obvious and too dangerous for me." Sirius leaned against the dresser again and ran his hand through his hair, "But I still can't believe they picked him of all people. They both thought it was great plan. But he was the fucking spy! He had us all fooled; I mean come on, none of us thought that sack of shit could be the spy."

"Who?" Elizabeth said, hating the anticipation he was building.

"Peter. Pettigrew." Sirius said, "Wormtail."

Elizabeth snorted, "Oh come on, you've got to be kidding. That's what you come up with; you've had 12 years!"

"I didn't have to come up with this. It's the goddamn truth." Sirius said, "Peter was their secret keeper and the spy."

"Oh, but it is a good story." Elizabeth said, she tried motioning with her hands but they were still bound behind her back, "Who is there to dispute it? Peter's dead."

"No he's not." Sirius cried jumping forward.

"Get the hell out of my house." Elizabeth growled, "Get the fuck out and get far away because if I see you, I wont hesitate to get you back to this and the shit you did."

Sirius's shoulders fell, "I want you to know, I loved him, James, more then anything. I only loved…love one person more then him." Sirius sulked out of her room. Elizabeth began to struggle once again in her invisible bonds when suddenly she felt herself become free.

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Harry's roommates were all sound asleep, he sat under his covers looking over the map illuminated by his wand. He scanned the parchment with amazement when one dot jumped out at him. He sat staring at it amazed, watching it scurry about on one of the corridors a few floors below. Harry jumped off his bed, pulling his invisibility cloak out his trunk and hurried out of his dorm while still watching the dot move about on the same corridor. Harry hurried down the flights of stairs doing his best not to get caught by anyone until he came to the dark corridor. His name and the mysterious dot were so close. Harry looked around doing his best to light the corridor from under his cloak. He watched the dot as he walked down the corridor. His heart began to race and he looked around the hall; they were getting closer; their dots were almost on top of each other. Peter Pettigrew should be standing next to him in the darkened corridor! Harry whipped around in all direction but he saw no one. He checked the map again, Peter's dot was still in the corridor; Harry should be able to see him, even in the dark corridor. Harry ran after the dot, not paying attention to what lied ahead of him on the map. He pulled the cloak off himself to run faster after the racing dot, shoving the cloak into his pocket. He ran until he suddenly ran into something…actually someone.

"Potter." The voice snarled.

"Professor Snape." Harry gasped doing his best to discretely clear the map and shove it into his pockets.

"What are doing out of bed after hours?" Snape continued.

"I-I needed a glass of warm milk." Harry lied, "I couldn't sleep." Snape looked down his long nose at him.

"Mr. Malfoy, told me a very interesting story Potter." Snape started, "He said he saw you in Hogsmeade. Now if memory serves correctly, you aren't allowed in Hogsmeade."

"That's impossible, sir." Harry feigned innocence, "I was in Gryffindor tower studying last Hogsmeade trip."

"Can anyone verify that?" Snape asked and Harry had no answer, "Empty you pockets." Harry turned out his pockets into Snape's hands. Snape held up the bag of treats from Zonkos.

"Ron brought that back for me." Harry said quickly.

"You've had it in your pockets ever since, how charming." Snape said then dropped the bag to the floor and turned his attention to the Marauders map.

"Just a spare piece of parchment." Harry commented, trying to be nonchalant.

"Surely you don't need such an old piece of parchment." Snape said, acting like he was going to rip it in half.

"NO!" Harry said, taking a half step towards him.

Snape cocked an eyebrow, "Awww… a secret note written in invisible ink on how to get Hogsmeade. Show yourself." Snape tapped the parchment with his wand but nothing happened, "I, Severus Snape, master of potions command you to revel your secrets."

Mr. Moony presents his compliments to Professor Snape and begs him to keep his abnormally large nose out of other people's business.

Appeared in curly writing on the parchment, to Harry's amazement.

Mr. Prongs agrees with Mr. Moony and would like to add that Professor Snape is an ugly git.

Harry bit back a laugh and more writing continued to appear.

Mr. Padfoot would like to add his astonishment that an idiot like that ever became a professor.

Snape looked shock and yet another line appeared.

Mr. Wormtail bids Professor Snape good day and advises him to wash his hair, the slimball.

Harry could have sworn that Snape was going to burst a blood vessel.

"Everything all right?" Another voice appeared behind Harry.

"Ahh, well Lupin you seemed to have arrived at a good time." Snape sneered, "I found this on Mr. Potter; you being the Defense Against the Dark Arts expert here can maybe identify the dark magic this seems to be made from."

Lupin took the parchment from Snape; Harry could have sworn he saw Lupin's jaw tighten when he looked at the parchment, "It just seems like something from Zonko's." Lupin forced a laugh in his voice.

"It seems a little too advance for Zonko's." Snape commented, "Maybe he got it straight from the manufacturers." Harry would bet money that he saw Lupin's eye twitch ever so slightly.

"Well, Harry do you know any of these people?" Lupin asked.

"No." Harry said quickly.

"Well, there you have it Severus." Lupin said folding up the parchment and sticking it in his pocket, "I'll escort Harry back to his dorm." Lupin placed a hand on Harry's shoulder to lead him away from Snape and to his office.

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Lupin threw the map on his desk when he walked in with Harry following behind.

"How can you be so careless?" Lupin asked, standing behind his desk with his hands in his coat pockets.

"I-I- didn't think…"
"Everyone is going out of their way to make sure you are safe and you go gallivanting around Hogsmeade behind everyone's back." Lupin said in a stern voice, "You have to be careful." Lupin's voice had changed quickly and he ran a hand through his hair.

"Because Sirius Black wants to kill me." Harry said. Lupin looked into Harry's eyes.

"Yes Harry." Lupin sat down into his chair, "Now promise me you wont go to Hogsmeade anymore."

Harry nodded, "Yes sir." Harry's eyes wondered to the map.

"I'll be holding onto that for a while." Harry nodded, "Night, Harry."

"Sir, do you know if that could ever make a mistake?" Harry asked looking at the map again.

"Why do you ask?"

"Well, tonight before I got caught by Sn-Professor Snape, it showed Peter Pettigrew in the corridor."

Remus stared at Harry, "That's impossible."

"Yes sir. Night Professor."

Remus sighed and relaxed into his chair.

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Elizabeth had just started to get ready for bed when her fireplace whirled in green flames and Remus's head appeared in the fire.

"Elizabeth can you please stop by?"

"Uh…sure. I'll be there in a second."

Elizabeth dusted herself off as she stepped out of Remus's fireplace in his office.

"What's the dire emergency?" She asked.

"Was the map ever wrong?"

Elizabeth snorted, "Why?" Remus motioned to the parchment on his desk. Elizabeth looked up at him with a broad-surprised smile, "No. No, the map has never been wrong."

Remus nodded, "That's what I thought." Remus said distracted.

"What's going on?" Elizabeth asked, eyeing him suspiciously.

"It seems the map had fallen into Harry's hands."

"Amazing." Elizabeth muttered.

"He said he saw Peter Pettigrew's name on it." Elizabeth heard his words echo in her mind. She stared blankly at Remus.

"It's not possible." She whispered.

"That's what I thought."

"The map can never be wrong." She snorted a dry laugh, "We created it; our magic, some of the strongest."

"It's old."

"Yeah." Elizabeth nodded distracted as she mad her way to his fireplace.

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Elizabeth walked around her house in a daze; running her hand through her hair, hyperventilating from anxiety. Elizabeth rested her arms on the mantle, staring at the picture she had placed months back. Elizabeth grabbed her coat and ran out the door.

A/n: Another cliffy, muahahaha! Don't forget to review!