The rat's eyes widened and he tried to squirm away, but my grip on his tail was just too much. "You can try to get away, but I can guaranty that you won't." I waved my hand and two things happened. An anti-apparition ward was set in place around my room and ropes that changed sizes wrapped themselves around Pettigrew.
I waved my hand again and I turned a piece of paper from the hotel stationary into a plastic cage with air holes. I put the rat into the cage and smiled as I picked it up. "You can try to get out, but I wouldn't if you don't like tight fits. Now we are going on a little trip."
I carried the cage out of the hotel and called the Knight Bus. I paid my way onto the bus and sat down on one of the bed. I told Stan that I was heading to the Ministry of Magic.
"What's that in your arms there?" Stan asked.
"Can't tell you Stan," I said, "You'll find out soon enough."
When we finally made it to the Ministry, Pettigrew was getting scared.
"How can I help you ma'am?" the security guard at the front asked.
"Could you please tell Emilia Bones that someone needs to talk to her now?"
"I will ask ma'am," he said. He sent a quick patronus to Ms. Bones who quickly replied.
"You can go on up ma'am," he said, "Do you need any help getting there?"
"Some help would be very nice, thank you," I said. I tightened my grip on the cage because Pettigrew was getting desperate to get out. He hit the plastic so hard that he knocked himself unconscious.
"Here we are ma'am," the guard said.
"Thank you so much," I replied with a charming smile. I have noticed that ever since I came into my inheritance, men were extra kind.
I knocked on the door and heard a voice say, "Come in."
I looked over at Emilia Bones and smiled. "Thank God I was able to get to you before you left for the night Ms. Bones! A man who I presumed dead showed up in my hotel room tonight!"
"Really my dear?" she asked, "Who, may I ask, was it?"
"Peter Pettigrew ma'am. You see, I am a friend of Harry Potter's and he told me that a friend of his father's was an unregistered animagus. Peter Pettigrew's was a rat. I have read that the only thing they could find of Pettigrew was his finger." I held up the still unconscious rat and placed him, ropes and all on the chair. I waved my hand and the rat turned back into a man.
"Merlin's Beard!" Madam Bones exclaimed, "But Black killed him!"
"Are you sure about that? Because Harry also told me that they changed secret keepers. Peter here, was the one who gave Voldemort the Potter's location," I rolled up Pettigrew's left sleeve and showed the Dark Mark that marked his skin.
"Sirius is innocent?" Madam Bones asked.
"That is what I believe," I replied with tears in my eyes, "When I saw Pettigrew in my room, I was so scared!"
"Don't you worry my dear," Madam Bones said, "We will wake him and question him under veritserum."
"Thank you Madam Bones!" I let a sob out, "Thank you so much!"
She revived Pettigrew and placed the potion on his tongue. He spilled everything. Sirius Black was free!
"Could you please keep my name out of the paper Madam Bones?" I asked as the lady walked me back out of the ministry.
"Of course Dear, but why?" she asked, "You just apprehended a murder and a Death Eater, and you saved a innocent man."
"I don't want my life to go any differently," I said. I walked away with a smile to the guard as I passed him. The only thought that went through my head was that 'Harry is going to be happy.'
The next morning in the Daily Profit, the headline read, "Sirius Black Free! Real Traitor Caught!"
Late last night, a young lady found a rat under her dining cart. The rat was old, nasty, and missing a toe! The girl being a friend of Harry Potter's took the rat to the Ministry of Magic, knowing something was up.
Turns out that the Rat was Peter Pettigrew, an old friend of the Potters and was thought to have died many years ago. As it turns out, Peter Pettigrew was actually a Death Eater! He was the one to give away the Potters' position to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and framed Sirius Black for the Murders of himself and 12 muggles.
Pettigrew has been thrown in Askaban and Sirius Black can come out of hiding now.
The Ministry sincerely apologizes to Lord Black and would like to make amends for the trouble he has been through.
More about the Potters and what happened to them on pg. 23
I frowned. They basically told the world who I was! It would either be me, Ginny, or Hermione, two out of the three were staying at the Burrow! I sighed. It was now 10 o'clock in the morning and I needed to start getting dressed for my date with Harry.
I put on a pair of panty hose and a light blue swing dress that made me feel comfortable. I put on a pair of fake diamond earrings and a bracelet that I found in my parents' vault. I then put on some sparkly heels and a white fedora. My eyes were surrounded by blue glitter eyeliner and brown mascara. I put on my white minx coat and made my way out of the hotel with a clear umbrella.
I called a cab to take me to a store closest to the Leakey Cauldron. I smiled as I walked in and Harry was stumbling out of the fireplace. I couldn't help the giggle that came to my lips as he tried to wipe off the soot as soon as he saw me.
Harry was wearing a button down shirt and a nice pair of slacks. His hair was even slightly tamed. Harry's glasses-less eyes smiled as he got what he thought was the last of the soot, but there was still a small trace on the bridge of his nose. I took a handkerchief out of my clutch purse and licked it before wiping away the soot.
"T-thanks," Harry said, "Shall we be going?" He held out his arm to me and I took it with a smile.
"We shall," I said.
"I found this really nice place just down the street when I spent a few weeks over here in third year," Harry said, "But I'm sure you already knew that."
"Actually, that's something I didn't know," I replied with a smile. He took me to a… Tomtom Coffee House. I've never even heard of this place, but by the number of people going in and out of it, I could tell it was fairly popular place. Harry led me into the place and a waitress sat us down at a almost secluded part of the café.
I ordered a vanilla coffee with a little cream on the top, sprinkled in cinnamon, while Harry just ordered a plain black coffee. We both ordered a blueberry muffin to go with our drinks.
We talked and talked for about two hours when I heard my watch go off. "Shoot," I said, "Harry, I've got to go. I've got an appointment at Gringotts."
"Yeah," Harry said, "Fred and George can only stall Molly for so long." Harry stood up and we walked back to the Leakey Cauldron together.
"I had fun today Harry," I said with a shy smile and a blush as we stopped in front of Tom's fireplace, "We should do it again."
"We will," Harry said, "Next Hogsmeade Weekend? I mean, we'll see each other on Christmas and New Years."
"I would love to Harry," I said. I leaned up and placed a kiss on his cheek before starting to walk away.
"Hey, Angel?" I heard Harry call, "Thanks."
"I don't know what you're talking about Harry," I said as I walked through the barrier that lead to Diagon Alley. The last thing I heard before I was engulfed by the hustle and bustle of the Alley was Harry's soft chuckle.