AN: I'm getting close to the big scene with Sirius! I am so excited you have no idea. It is so fun writing this story. I really hope you all like everything that's going on with it. At this rate it won't take much to finish Prisoner of Azkaban. And just remember the closer I get to the later books the closer we get to their relationship. But Hermione won't find out about them being Mates for awhile. Remus is too hellbent on her having a normal life. She will suspect something but won't be sure of what is going on exactly. Once again anything you recognize is JK Rowling's anything you don't is mine.

Remus POV

Albus and I sat next to each other at dinner. He sullenly picked at his food. "Albus, is something wrong?"

"I'm afraid so." He said softly eating some of his lamb chops.

"What happened?" I asked taking a sip of pumpkin juice.

"Buckbeak will most likely be sentenced to death." He sighed and shook his head. "I'm going down to check on him after dinner. The least I can do is stay with him."

I bit my lip and looked towards the Gryffindor trio. Hermione's eyes kept flicking around anxiously while Ron and Harry both ate as fast as they could. Lovely. Harry looked strange and it took me a moment to realize why. His shirt wasn't lying flat. Something was poking out of the corner and I glared. The invisibility cloak. They were going to see Hagrid.

I pushed back from the table but I wasn't fast enough. The three of them were already making their way out of the hall. Great. Just bloody brilliant. What could I possibly do? The Map!

I quickly made my way out of the Great Hall and up the steps to my classroom. It was too quiet but I couldn't focus on that. I whipped open a drawer and pulled out the map.

"I solemnly swear I am up to no good." I watched as the map revealed itself and quickly flipped to the front of Hogwarts. Hermione, Harry and Ron's names were bunched closely together as they slowly made their way off the edge of the map. Wonderful.

I sat down heavily at my desk, watching the parchment closely. As long as I kept a close eye on things I would be able to find Harry and make sure Black didn't kill him. It seemed that no matter what I said to him none of it sank in. How he could ignore the fact that Black would kill him without blinking an eyelash was beyond me.

I shook my head and sighed. More than anything I wanted to keep him safe. James had begged all of us to protect Harry if anything ever happened him or Lily. It was one of the last times I had seen him alive.

"Moony, please. It would just make me feel better if I knew you would be there for him." I had promised James. How could I not? He loved his son with every fiber of his being and had been willing to sacrifice himself for Harry.

"Of course Prongs. You know I will. Same with Pads and Wormy." He had nodded a strange look crossing his face before he walked away. Five days later he and Lily were both dead, Sirius Black had killed eleven Muggles and poor Peter, and Harry was sent to live with his Muggle relatives no matter how much I begged Albus not to.

Something flashed on the map and I watched as four dots came back from the direction of Hagrid's hut. I nodded and went to close the map but froze. FOUR?!

I turned back and stared open mouthed. Hermione and Harry's dots were close to each other but a dot was close to Ron's, almost on top of his. Peter Pettigrew.

What the hell?!

A moment later another dot came onto the map at full speed. Sirius Black.

Holy shit! I jumped up knocking my chair over in the process. Peter was still alive? That meant...that meant...Peter framed Sirius!

A snarl ripped out of my throat and I ran out of my classroom pulling out my wand. I had to save my Mate, my best friend's son, and their best friend from Peter Pettigrew!

Hermione POV

Harry and I shakily made our way up the stairs of the Shrieking Shack. None of the stairs creaked, which I was very thankful for, but my heart was pounding so fiercely I was afraid Harry could hear it.

A single door was open at the end of the hall and we quickly made our way toward it. Crookshanks was curled up on a dusty four poster bed purring and Ron was laying on the floor next to it clutching his broken leg.

Harry and I dashed across to him.

"Ron — are you okay?" I asked kneeling down next to him.

"Where's the dog?" Harry asked looking around.

"Not a dog," Ron moaned. His teeth were gritted with pain. "Harry, it's a trap —"

"What —"

"He's the dog... he's an Animagus." Ron said his face pale.

Ron was staring over Harry's shoulder. Harry and I both wheeled around. With a snap, the man in the shadows closed the door behind us.

A mass of filthy, matted hair hung to his elbows. If his eyes hadn't been shining out of the deep, dark sockets, he might have been a corpse. The waxy skin was stretched so tightly over the bones of his face, it looked like a skull. His yellow teeth were bared in a grin. It was Sirius Black.

"Expelliarmus!" he croaked, pointing Ron's wand at us.

Harry's and my wand shot out of our hands, high in the air, and Black caught them. Then he took a step closer. His eyes were fixed on Harry. My whole body shook and I stared at the man in shock.

"I thought you'd come and help your friend," he said hoarsely. His voice sounded as though he had long since lost the habit of using it. "Your father would have done the same for me. Brave of you not to run for a teacher. I'm grateful... it will make everything much easier..."

A look of pure hatred crossed Harry's face and I quickly grabbed his arm to hold him back. "No, Harry!"

Ron shakily stood up and grabbed Harry's other arm trying to keep him in place.

"If you want to kill Harry, you'll have to kill us too!" he said fiercely, though the effort of standing upright was draining him of still more color, and he swayed slightly as he spoke.

Something flickered in Black's shadowed eyes.

"Lie down," he said quietly to Ron. "You will damage that leg even more."

What the? Why would he care about Ron's leg?

"Did you hear me?" Ron said weakly, though he was clinging to Harry to stay upright. "You'll have to kill all three of us!"

"There'll be only one murder here tonight," said Black, and his grin widened. I felt sick to my stomach. Oh Godric...

"Why's that?" Harry spat, trying to wrench himself free of Ron, and I. "Didn't care last time, did you? Didn't mind slaughtering all those Muggles to get at Pettigrew... What's the matter, gone soft in Azkaban?"

"Harry!" I whimpered. "Be quiet!"

"HE KILLED MY MUM AND DAD!" Harry roared, and pulled away from us.

Harry jumped at Black and forced his wrist down so the wands were pointing at the floor. They had too much moment and fell to the ground. I was screaming and Ron was yelling. A spell burst from one of the wands barely missing Harry's face. Harry was hitting Black repeatedly.

Black was able to free one of his arms and gripped Harry's neck.

"No," he hissed, "I've waited too long -"

The fingers tightened, Harry choked, his glasses askew.

I ran forward and kicked Black in the face, hard. He let go of Harry with a grunt of pain. Harry jumped out of the way but Black knocked me back. I fell and groaned when my head hit the floor.

Harry was too busy trying to grab his wand and Ron was swaying dangerously on his broken leg.

"Argh!" Crookshanks had just sunk his claws into Harry's arm.

"NO YOU DON'T!" roared Harry kicking at my cat. He backed away hissing and spitting angrily.

"Get out of the way!" he shouted at Ron and I.

We didn't need telling twice. I scrambled out of the way holding tightly to Ron and my wands. Ron crawled to the four-poster and collapsed onto it, panting, his white face now tinged with green, both hands clutching his broken leg.

Black was sprawled at the bottom of the wall. His thin chest rose and fell rapidly as he watched Harry walking slowly nearer, his wand pointing straight at Black's heart.

"Going to kill me, Harry?" he whispered.

Harry stopped right above him, his wand still pointing at Black's chest, looking down at him. A livid bruise was rising around Black's left eye and his nose was bleeding.

"You killed my parents," said Harry, his voice shaking slightly, but his wand hand quite steady.

Black stared up at him out of those sunken eyes.

"I don't deny it," he said very quietly. "But if you knew the whole story."

"The whole story?" Harry repeated darkly. "You sold them to Voldemort. That's all I need to know."

"You've got to listen to me," Black said, and there was a note of urgency in his voice now. What in the world was going on? "You'll regret it if you don't... You don't understand..."

"I understand a lot better than you think," said Harry, and his voice shook more than ever. He was going to do something foolish. I could tell. "You never heard her, did you? My mum... trying to stop Voldemort killing me... and you did that... you did it..."

Before either of them could say another word Crookshanks leapt onto Black's chest and settled himself there, right over Black's heart. Black blinked and looked down at the cat.

"Get off," he murmured, trying to push Crookshanks off him.

But Crookshanks sank his claws into Black's robes and wouldn't shift. He turned his ugly, squashed face to Harry and looked up at him with those great yellow eyes. I gave a soft sob and slapped a hand against my mouth.

Harry stared down at Black and Crookshanks, his grip tightening on the wand. No one moved as Harry's eyes kept flicking between Black and Crookshanks. My heart was pounding madly in my chest and I felt sick.

And then came a new sound —

Muffled footsteps were echoing up through the floor — someone was moving downstairs.

"WE'RE UP HERE!" I screamed loudly. "WE'RE UP HERE — SIRIUS BLACK — QUICK!"

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