The high from winning the cup lasted all through the week. Maybe it was just the after party that was hanging onto us. THAT had been wild, totally and completely. Fred and George had raided the kitchens so the House-Elves would be making up for it for weeks, Angelina had ended up hanging from the ceiling somehow, Wood was sobbing the whole time, Katie was piss drunk, and I was busy congratulating my brother every second word. It was as if he were embarrassed to have won for us! He was such a shy little Seeker. Or a silly one, whichever he preferred.
It wasn't until later that my week truly became one of the best of my life. Dumbledore approached me with a slight smile on his face, always a good sign.
'You'll be very happy to know that Nilixa was sent back to her time yesterday. She was apprehended by some of our most skilled Auror's at the Ministry.' Without a second word, he walked off, leaving me to beam at the walls.
She was gone. Really and truly I was safe for the time being.
I wanted to tell someone. It was a common time when I wished more than anything to just have parents so I could write a happy letter home or hug my mother, talk to my father about the Quidditch Cup instead of being shut into my room at the Dursley house. For some reason, Professor Lupin popped into my mind.
He would want to know, right? I thought so. It was sort of late to be visiting a teacher, but if I hurried I could make it, maybe. Whatever, I was going to risk it.
I shuffled down the hallways at top speed, abandoning my class books (as if I needed them anyway. Exams were over!) on the way. Popping into his classroom with a bright smile was a disappointement. Nobody was there for some reason. Guess I would have to go now.
Why did I never have any adults who really cared? I wish that I understood why of all people, the bad luck was always coming to me and my brother. Whoever controlled these chain of events had a twisted sense of humour, let me tell you that. More twisted than Lee Jordan's! (Okay, maybe not THAT twisted.)
It wasn't until I turned to leave that a familiar parchment on the desk caught my eye. It couldn't be! But it was, the Marauder's map that belonged to Fred and George! How did he come to possess it again? Come to think of it, I hadn't seen it at all since before Christmas… that wasn't important. I was going to go and return it like a good girl and then tell him what I had come for. Until I saw four moving dots. Harry Potter. Ronald Weasley. Hermione Granger. Peter Pettigrew.
WHAT? Peter Pettigrew was dead, a victim of Sirius Black! Was somebody carrying his corpse? Would it even show on the map? The map was never wrong so I didn't even question it. The next thing I saw made me catch my breath. Right underneath the Whomping Willow, where my brother and Hermione were headed and where Ron was, read Sirius Black.
There was no time to lose, I convinced myself, no time to get Dumbledore like I should have. I simply grabbed my wand in a burst of speed and ran out after them.
The night was cool and fresh, reeking of fear for some reason, and sobs echoed out across the lake, giant ones. From Hagrid's hut. Normally I would've investigated but there was no time for that now. I had to go save Harry and his friends from a murderer.
There was a passage under the whomping willow I had seen, but had never been sure how to get to it until I saw it still and the gap open. They didn't realize I could hear them underneath the cloak they wore as I followed them silently, thankful they didn't turn around. I had to do this QUIETLY so Black didn't hear.
Until they took off running, and I had no choice but to follow them. When I finally caught up, all I heard was Ron shriek something… something about a trap (really Ron? I DIDN'T NOTICE.) and an Animagus before Black himself appeared, not noticing where I stood in the shadows of the tunnel.
He was filthy. A mass of black hair that once must've been attractive cascaded roughly down his shoulders, and his eyes were desperate and animalistic. 'Expelliarmus!' He croaked, disarming my brother. My first instinct, to shout, was taken over by something hidden. A sense of logic. If I gave myself away I would be overpowered. I had to do this with stealth and I only had one shot. My thoughts whirled as I just listened.
"I thought you'd come and help your friend," he said hoarsely. '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..."
The taunt was awful and under the belt. How dare he speak of my father after he betrayed him? It took everything I had to not shout right then. "No, Harry!" Hermione gasped.
"If you want to kill Harry, you'll have to kill us too!" Ron said though the effort of standing upright was draining him of still more color, the telltale sway giving him away as he talked.
"Lie down," Black said quietly to Ron. "You will damage that leg even more."
"Did you hear me?" Ron said. "You'll have to kill all three of us!"
"There'll be only one murder here tonight," said Black with an awful Grin. Harry. He was right that there would only be one though: his own. If I had anything to say.
"Why's that? 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 said stupidly.
"Harry!" Hermione whimpered. "Be quiet!"
"HE KILLED MY MUM AND DAD!" Harry roared, lunging forwards.
Harry jumped on the man and punched the side of his head, bringing him down against the wall, losing any advantage they had previously had. Black's free hand had found Harry's throat
"No," he hissed, "I've waited too long -"
Then he saw Hermione's foot swing out of nowhere. For the first time, I felt respect. Black let go of Harry with a grunt of pain; Ron had thrown himself on Black's wand hand and Harry heard a faint clatter as he reached for it.
He fought free of the tangle of bodies and saw his own wand rolling across the floor; he threw himself toward it at the same time I almost did, knowing it was not yet the perfect time to reveal myself. I wanted to see how well they would handle this.
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. I hoped Harry would.
"You killed my parents," said Harry in a shaky voice, but his wand hand quite steady.
"I don't deny it," he said very quietly. "But if you knew the whole story."
"The whole story? 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. "You'll regret it if you don't...You don't understand..."
"I understand a lot better than you think, you never heard her, did you? My mum...trying to stop Voldemort killing me...and you did that...you did it..."
Hermione's cat settled on the man's chest.
"Get off," he murmured, trying to push Crookshanks off him.
"WE'RE UP HERE!" Hermione screamed suddenly. "WE'RE UP HERE - SIRIUS BLACK - QUICK!" I strained and heard what she meant: footsteps. Somebody was walking!
Footsteps continued thundering, shaking me, scaring me out of my wits. I could only hope for somebody good, otherwise it was time to get out. I dreaded leaving this place, where I was somewhat safe.
The door of the room burst open in a shower of red sparks and Harry wheeled around as Professor Lupin came hurtling into the room, his face bloodless, his wand raised and ready. His eyes flickered over Ron, lying on the floor, over Hermione, cowering next to the door, to Harry, standing there with his wand covering Black, and then to Black himself, crumpled and bleeding at Harry's feet. Lupin! He was here and he would help!
"Expelliarmus!" Lupin shouted.
Like I had thought, Lupin shouted to disarm, but not Black. My brother. What is going on?
"Where is he, Sirius?" Lupin demanded. "But then..." Lupin muttered, staring at Black so intently it seemed he was trying to read his mind, "...why hasn't he shown himself before now? Unless" - Lupin's eyes suddenly widened, as though he was seeing something beyond Black, something none of the rest could see, "- unless he was the one...unless you switched... without telling me?"
"Professor," Harry interrupted loudly, "what's going on -?"
I never got to wonder more about what was going on, actually, because Lupin lowered his wand -what?- and walked towards the killer, arms open for an embrace. He called Sirius Black his old friend as they hugged, and my stomach successfully jumped into my throat. It couldn't be. My professor, someone I trusted, someone I subconsciously looked up to, was with him. He was betraying us.
Just another day at Hogwarts.
"I DON'T BELIEVE IT!" Hermione screamed. Neither did I.
Lupin let go of Black and turned to her. She had raised herself off the floor and was pointing at Lupin, wild-eyed. "You - you -"
"Hermione -"
"¨You and him!"
"Hermione, calm down -"
"I didn't tell anyone!" Hermione shrieked. "I've been covering up for you -"
"Hermione, listen to me, please" Lupin shouted, desperation leaking his scoundrel voice. "I can explain -"
"I trusted you," Harry shouted at Lupin, his voice out of control with violent shaking and wavers, "and all the time you've been his friend!"
"You're wrong," said Lupin. "I haven't been Sirius's friend, but I am now - Let me explain..."
"NO!" Hermione screamed. "Harry, don't trust him, he's been helping Black get into the castle, he wants you dead too - he's a werewolf!"
Silence broke out in perfect harmony, nobody daring to breath, not even Black. Harry and Ron looked so terrified, it was all I could do not to go and hug them both right then. First I had to hear it for myself though. I listened intently as he spoke.
"Not at all up to your usual standard, Hermione. Only one out of three, I'm afraid. I have not been helping Sirius get into the castle and I certainly don't want Harry dead. But I won't deny that I am a werewolf."
That was it! He had lied, just like everyone besides these three children they wanted dead, and if this wasn't the time, I didn't know there was one at all. Without doubts, I raised my wand and shouted, my voice ringing through the room.
"EXPELLIARMUS!"
Both wands of Sirius Black and Remus Lupin, the betraying liar he was, came flying towards me, and I caught them in my wrist. Usually it would have been a big thing for me to catch anything so small, but I wasn't feeling very excited for some odd reason. Maybe it was my professor and godfather were trying to kill my brother.
'Kal!' Cried Harry, relief tainting his voice. 'Sirius Black! Lupic is with him, he-'
'I know.' I said icily. 'I heard.'
'Kalmine-' began Lupin, but I wasn't about to hear him out. I whirled to face him, wand drawn and pointed at him.
'How could you? HOW COULD YOU?' I shouted, feeling the beginning of hot tears burning in my eyes.
'Let me explain-' he tried.
'NO! THERE. IS. NOTHING TO EXPLAIN!' Then I turned to face Hermione. 'Hermione, how long have you known about him?'
"Ages," Hermione whispered. "Since I did Professor Snape's essay."
"He'll be delighted," said Lupin with a straight face, betraying anger slightly. "He assigned that essay hoping someone would realize what my symptoms meant... Did you check the lunar chart and realize that I was always ill at the full moon? Or did you realize that the Boggart changed into the moon when it saw me?"
"Both," Hermione said quietly.
"You're the cleverest witch of your age I've ever met, Hermione." I pretended that didn't sting. I was standing right there! And he not only betrayed us, he insulted me! Even if Hermione was smarter than me.
"I'm not," Hermione whispered. "If I'd been a bit cleverer, I'd have told everyone what you are!"
"But they already know," said Lupin. "At least, the staff do."
"Dumbledore hired you when he knew you were a werewolf," Ron gasped. "Is he mad?"
"Some of the staff thought so," said Lupin. "He had to work very hard to convince certain teachers that I'm trustworthy."
"It looks like he was wrong, then!" I hollered at him.
"YOU'VE BEEN HELPING HIM ALL ALONG!" Backed up Harry bravely.
"I have not been helping Sirius," said Lupin. "If you'll give me a chance, I'll explain. Look -"
He separated Harry's, Ron's and Hermione's wands and threw each back to its owner; Harry caught his expertly, I didn't take my wand off of him and Black for a single moment.
"If you haven't been helping him," he said, with a furious glance at Black, "how did you know he was here?"
"The map," said Lupin. "The Marauder's Map. I was in my office examining it -"
"That's how I saw you guys! I went to find Profe- Lupin, and it was open on his desk!" I interrupted breathlessly.
"You know how to work it?" Harry said suspiciously.
"Of course I know how to work it," said Lupin, waving his hand impatiently. "I helped write it. I'm Moony - that was my friends' nickname for me at school."
"I forgot to tell you, Harry." I whispered. "I was so stupid! I should have never trusted him, I'm sorry…"
"How does she know about the Map?" Black croaked, making me move away and aim my wand firmly on him now.
"It was mine, mine and the Weasley twins, before Lupin somehow got it. For years. And I didn't even realize until this year!" I established. Black looked absolutely shocked by this.
"The WEASLEY twins?"
"How do you know about my brothers?" Ron demanded, blood draining from his face as he spoke.
"I watched you all. I watched them in my Animagus form."
"The dog!" My face scrunched up. "Oh Merlin. How stupid of me…"
"The important thing is, I was watching the map carefully this evening, because I had an idea that you, Ron, and Hermione might try and sneak out of the castle to visit Hagrid before his Hippogriff was executed. And I was right, wasn't I?"
He had started to pace up and down, looking at them. Little patches of dust rose at his feet. I had not been aware of Buckbeak's execution, that it was today.
"You might have been wearing your father's old cloak, Harry-"
"How d'you know about the cloak?"
"The number of times I saw James disappearing under it..." said Lupin, waving an impatient hand again. "The point is, even if you're wearing an Invisibility Cloak, you still show up on the Marauder's Map. I watched you cross the grounds and enter Hagrid's hut. Twenty minutes later, you left Hagrid, and set off back toward the castle. But you were now accompanied by somebody else."
"What?" said Harry. "No, we weren't!"
I couldn't believe my eyes,' said Lupin pacing even more. "I thought the map must be malfunctioning. How could he be with you?"
"No one was with us!" said Harry.
"And then I saw another dot, moving fast toward you, labeled Sirius Black...I saw him collide with you; I watched as he pulled two of you into the Whomping Willow -"
"One of us!" Ron said angrily.
"No, Ron," said Lupin. "Two of you. Do you think I could have a look at the rat?"
"What?" said Ron. "What's Scabbers got to do with it?"
"Everything," said Lupin. "Could I see him, please?"
Ron hesitated, then put a hand inside his robes. Scabbers emerged, thrashing desperately; Ron had to seize his long bald tail to stop him escaping. That rat had always been ugly so I didn't care all that much, but how dare he have the balls to ask for it after all this, when we were armed?
"What?" Ron said again, holding Scabbers close to him, looking scared. "What's my rat got to do with anything?"
"That's not a rat," croaked Sirius Black suddenly.
"What d'you mean - of course he's a rat -"
"No, he's not," said Lupin quietly. "He's a wizard."
"An Animagus," said Black, "by the name of Peter Pettigrew."
And then my heart stopped.
"You're both mental!"
"Ridiculous!"
They pounced on the opportunity to correct the two of them. My thoughts whirled around in my head, the storm beginning to brew already, since I knew this could be the truth. It had to be. I had seen Peter Pettigrew as clear as could be on the Map. The Marauder's map did not lie, ever, so it had to be the truth. And the truth stunk.
'Peter Pettigrew is dead, Black killed him years ago!' Harry accused. I waved him behind me quickly, seeing the near murderous look on Sirius Black's face. This was beyond terrifying. The sheer reality that I was looking an Azkaban escaped murderer in the face, battling for our lives, the fate of them held by my wand tip, was surreal.
'Harry, I saw it on the map.' I said.
'The map was wrong!' He replied desperately. 'Kal, you can't believe a word they say, he's a murderer! He'll kill you just like he did our parents!'
'Harry, the map is never wrong! We owned it for years and not once has it lied to us - I think they might be telling the truth.'
'Don't trust them!'
'I don't trust them! I just think that it'd be a good idea to at least consider their theory! What's the worst that could happen with them wandless, and us all armed, anyway?' I pressed, seeing Harry's doubt reflected in my own. I was making an impact.
"Sirius, NO!" Lupin yelled, launching himself forwards and dragging Black away from Ron again, "WAIT! You can't do it just like that - they need to understand - we've got to explain!"
"We can explain afterwards!" snarled Black, trying to throw Lupin off. One hand was still clawing the air as it tried to reach Scabbers, who was squealing like a pig in his hands.
"They've - got - a - right - to - know - everything!" Lupin panted, still trying to restrain Black. "Ron's kept him as a pet! There are parts of it even I don't understand, and Harry - you owe Harry the truth, Sirius!"
He stopped fighting against him momentarily and something close to regret filled his eyes, until he looked at Scabbers - or Pettigrew, and then it was a look of pure loathing and hatred.
"All right, then," Black said, without taking his eyes off the rat.
"Tell them whatever you like. But make it quick, Remus. I want to commit the murder I was imprisoned for..."
"You're nutters, both of you," said Ron looking at Harry and Hermione for support. "I've had enough of this. I'm off."
"You're going to hear me out, Ron," he said quietly. "Just keep a tight hold on Peter while you listen."
"HE'S NOT PETER, HE'S SCABBERS!"
"There were witnesses who saw Pettigrew die," Harry said. "A whole street full of them..."
"They didn't see what they thought they saw!" said Black savagely, still watching Scabbers struggling in Ron's hands.
"Everyone thought Sirius killed Peter," said Lupin, nodding. "I believed it myself - until I saw the map tonight. Because the Marauder's map never lies...Peter's alive. Ron's holding him, Harry."
It didn't make sense any other way. How could he have escaped the wrath of an Azkaban convicted man? It was impossible, totally impossible, but some part of me wanted to believe they were innocent men. Maybe it was stupid, but it was true.
Then Hermione spoke, in a trembling, would-be calm sort of voice, as though trying to will Professor Lupin to talk sensibly.
"But Professor Lupin...Scabbers can't be Pettigrew...it just can't be true, you know it can't..."
"Why can't it be true?" Lupin demanded with equal calm.
"Because... because people would know if Peter Pettigrew had been an Animagus. We did Animagi in class with Professor McGonagall. And I looked them up when I did my homework - the Ministry of Magic keeps tabs on witches and wizards who can become animals; there's a register showing what animal they become, and their markings and things...and I went and looked Professor McGonagall up on the register, and there have been only seven Animagi this century, and Pettigrew's name wasn't on the list."
"Right again, Hermione!" he said. "But the Ministry never knew that here used to be three unregistered Animagi running around Hogwarts."
"If you're going to tell them the story, get a move on, Remus," said Black, who was still watching Scabbers's every desperate move. "I've waited twelve years, I'm not going to wait much longer."
"All right...but you'll need to help me, Sirius," said Lupin, "I only know how it began..."
A sound came from the landing, drawing our attention momentarily. I took a slight step away from it before returning to look at Lupin and Black. "I don't see anyone. On with the story."
"This place is haunted!" said Ron.
"It's not,' said Lupin, still looking at the door in a puzzled way. "The Shrieking Shack was never haunted...The screams and howls the villagers used to hear were made by me."
"I as a very small boy when I received the bite. My parents tried everything, but in those days there was no cure. The potion that Professor Snape has been making for me is a very recent discovery. It makes me safe, you see. As long as I take it in the week, preceding the full moon, I keep my mind when I transform...I'm able to curl up in my office, a harmless wolf, and wait for the moon to wane again.
"Before the Wolfsbane Potion was discovered, however, I became a fully fledged monster once a month. It seemed impossible that I would be able to come to Hogwarts. Other parents weren't likely to want their children exposed to me.
"But then Dumbledore became Headmaster, and he was sympathetic. He said that as long as we took certain precautions, there was no reason I shouldn't come to school..." Lupin sighed, and looked directly at Harry. "I told you, months ago, that the Whomping Willow was planted the year I came to Hogwarts. The truth is that it was planted because I came to Hogwarts. This house" - Lupin looked miserably around the room, - "the tunnel that leads to it - they were built for my use. Once a month, I was smuggled out of the castle, into this place, to transform. The tree was placed at the tunnel mouth to stop anyone coming across me while I was dangerous."
"My transformations in those days were - were terrible. It is very painful to turn into a werewolf. I was separated from humans to bite, so I bit and scratched myself instead. The villagers heard the noise and the screaming and thought they were hearing particularly violent spirits. Dumbledore encouraged the rumor...Even now, when the house has been silent for years, the villagers don't dare approach it..."
"But apart from my transformations, I was happier than I had ever been in my life. For the first time ever, I had friends, three great friends. Sirius Black...Peter Pettigrew...and, of course, your father, Harry - James Potter."
"Now, my three friends could hardly fail to notice that I disappeared once a month. I made up all sorts of stories. I told them my mother was ill, and that I had to go home to see her...I was terrified they would desert me the moment they found out what I was. But of course, they, like you, Hermione, worked out the truth..."
"And they didn't desert me at all. Instead, they did something for me that would make my transformations not only bearable, but the best times of my life. They became Animagi."
"My dad too?" said Harry, astounded as I felt. Our dad - an Animagus? My parents were so awesome… and Black had killed them. The anger I had felt at the beginning was seeping slowly away to confusion. I summoned more up.
"Yes, indeed," said Lupin. "It took them the best part of three years to work out how to do it. Your father and Sirius here were the cleverest students in the school, and lucky they were, because the Animagus transformation can go horribly wrong - one reason the Ministry keeps a close watch on those attempting to do it. Peter needed all the help he could get from James and Sirius. Finally, in our fifth year, they managed it. They could each turn into a different animal at will."
"But how did that help you?" said Hermione, sounding puzzled, more so than Harry even.
"They couldn't keep me company as humans, so they kept me company as animals," said Lupin. "A werewolf is only a danger to people. They sneaked out of the castle every month under James's Invisibility Cloak. They transformed...Peter, as the smallest, could slip beneath the Willow's attacking branches and touch the knot that freezes it. They would then slip down the tunnel and join me. Under their influence, I became less dangerous. My body was still wolfish, but my mind seemed to become less so while I was with them."
"Hurry up, Remus," snarled Black. He looked like the hungriest man in the world. I say this without referring to his lanky frame.
"I'm getting there, Sirius, I'm getting there...well, highly exciting possibilities were open to us now that we could all transform. Soon we were leaving the Shrieking Shack and roaming the school grounds and the village by night. Sirius and James transformed into such large animals, they were able to keep a werewolf in check. I doubt whether any Hogwarts students ever found out more about the Hogwarts grounds and Hogsmeade than we did... And that's how we came to write the Marauder's Map, and sign it with our nicknames. Sirius is Padfoot. Peter is Wormtail. James was Prongs."
"I know your names, I just never understood why," I muttered, trying to piece it all together in my mind. "But wouldn't it be dangerous to have a werewolf loose, no offence, Lupin?"
"A thought that still haunts me," said Lupin heavily. "And there were near misses, many of them. We laughed about them afterwards. We were young, thoughtless - carried away with our own cleverness."
"I sometimes felt guilty about betraying Dumbledore's trust, of course...he had admitted me to Hogwarts when no other headmaster would have done so, and he had no idea I was breaking the rules he had set down for my own and others' safety. He never knew I had led three fellow students into becoming Animagi illegally. But I always managed to forget my guilty feelings every time we sat down to plan our next month's adventure. And I haven't changed..."
Lupin's face had hardened, and there was self-disgust in his voice. "All this year, I have been battling with myself, wondering whether I should tell Dumbledore that Sirius was an Animagus. But I didn't do it. Why? Because I was too cowardly. It would have meant admitting that I'd betrayed his trust while I was at school, admitting that I'd led others along with me...and Dumbledore's trust has meant everything to me. He let me into Hogwarts as a boy, and he gave me a job when I have been shunned all my adult life, unable to find paid work because of what I am. And so I convinced myself that Sirius was getting into the school using dark arts he learned from Voldemort, that being an Animagus had nothing to do with it...so, in a way, Snape's been right about me all along."
"Snape?" said Black harshly, taking his eyes off Scabbers; for the first time in minutes and looking up at Lupin. "What's Snape got to do with it?"
"He's here, Sirius," said Lupin heavily. "He's teaching here as well." He looked up at Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
"Professor Snape was at school with us. He fought very hard against my appointment to the Defense Against the Dark Arts job. He has been telling Dumbledore all year that I am not to be trusted. He has his reasons...you see, Sirius here played a trick on him which nearly killed him, a trick which involved me -"
"It served him right," he sneered. "Sneaking around, trying to find out what we were up to...hoping he could get us expelled..."
"Severus was very interested in where I went every month. We were in the same year, you know, and we - er - didn't like each other very much. He especially disliked James. Jealous, I think, of James's talent on the Quidditch field...anyway Snape had seen me crossing the grounds with Madam Pomfrey one evening as she led me toward the Whomping Willow to transform. Sirius thought it would be - er - amusing, to tell Snape all he had to do was prod the knot on the tree trunk with a long stick, and he'd be able to get in after me. Well, of course, Snape tried it - if he'd got as far as this house, he'd have met a fully grown werewolf - but your father, who'd heard what Sirius had done, went after Snape and pulled him back, at great risk to his life...Snape glimpsed me, though, at the end of the tunnel. He was forbidden by Dumbledore to tell anybody, but from that time on he knew what I was..."
"So that's why Snape doesn't like you," said Harry slowly, "because he thought you were in on the joke?"
"That's right," sneered a cold voice from the wall behind Lupin.
For what felt like the millionth time that night, my heart jumped and started beating double it's usual speed. Where ALL my professors going to get involved? Maybe McGonagall was in Azkaban with him and knew about Scabbers, while we were at it!
Severus Snape was pulling off the Invisibility Cloak, his wand pointing directly at Lupin.
A/N:
WOW what a long chapter! I am so disappointed in myself this one, actually, since it is almost all a repeat of what happens in the books. Boring as hell, huh? But anyway, by chapter 21 we should be done with repeating everything, I promise. I was wrong when I said in a previous chapter that this would be the last chapter for Prisoners of Azkaban: expect at least four or five more.
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