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Chapter 29; Back to Black
Amy
It was Halloween, finally. She was waiting in line for Filch to check the permission slips. Overhearing Harry asking McGonagall if he could go without his slip signed she felt sorry for him, but relieved that he would be in the castle, out of danger. Sirius Black was out there. She couldn't wait to meet him. She wrapped her hand around her wand. She was ready.
She very nearly jumped out of her skin as a voice said "boo" in her ear. It was Draco.
"You're in a very good mood." She said
"Yeah, that's because I'm getting out of here for the day… and we're next in line!" They were actually 37th in line.
"Ehm, no, we're not next." She said.
"Of course we are!" he replied and grabbed her by the arm, dragging her up to the top of the line.
"See?" he said, as he showed Filch his permission slip, and the people they had skipped shouted in indignation. He smirked at them and waited for her to get past the irritable caretaker. At least life with Draco was never boring.
Even his good mood was dampened as they passed the Dementors. They passed into the village in silence, until they were beyond range of the foul creatures. Amy shivered.
"I really hate those things." Draco nodded. They hit all the major shops; Zonkos, Dervish and Bangs, Honeydukes… It was great. They ended their day with a trip to The Three Broomsticks. On the way back, Draco offered to take Amy's shopping, handing the bags behind him to Goyle, who took them without protest. Crabbe was quiet as usual. Wow, she thought, Draco really was born with a silver spoon of entitlement up his ass. She hoped he would grow out of it eventually."Want to go see the Shrieking Shack?" he asked.
Draco
He stood mere inches from her as they looked out over the fence to the old building. She shivered. He looked back at his cronies. Crabbe and Goyle were throwing snowballs at each other and at anyone else who had the misfortune of coming within range. He moved a little closer.
"You okay?" he asked. She seemed lost in thought, and didn't answer.
Amy
She thought she had seen movement in one of the windows. She supposed it was a ghost gliding by. Yeah, that was probably it.
Her thoughts travelled back to the big thing that had leaped over her the other day. She thought she knew what it was. The grim. Was it an omen? It couldn't be, or else it wouldn't have stopped the shadow. Would it?
She was very very confused.
Draco
The Halloween feast was as spectacular as ever. He looked up and down Slytherin table. Multicoloured sweets and cakes ran the length of it. His mouth watered at the sight. The students filled their plates eagerly. Well, all of them except one.
Amy
She saw a dark shape moving along the corridors stealthily, low to the ground. She couldn't tell if it was human or not. It was odd, seeing this, while also seeing the tray of candied apples in front of her. There was nothing about this vision that made it different from the rest, but she felt it. This was not a premonition; she wasn't seeing what would be, or what was. This was happening now. Amy didn't know what made her do it. Her brain was telling her to sit back down the whole time she was walking towards the door. Her limbs just weren't listening. The corridor she had seen was like all the others in the castle, dimly lit and lined by paintings, but somehow she knew where to go.
She stopped.
Voices.
"Let me in, Dammit!"
"As I have said..! Password!"
"Arrgh!" Amy heard tearing noises and rounded the corner before she could stop herself…
And came face to face with Sirius Black. His eyes widened. Her hand was sweaty on her wand. She grasped it tightly and held it up. She knew what was coming. She tried to stop, but she had barely gotten out; "You betrayed my par..." when the memories flooded her;
A boy, no more than six, being screamed at by a fierce looking woman,
"You are a disgrace to the name of Black!"
A younger boy standing behind her making faces at him.
Then; an eleven year old Sirius with the Sorting Hat on his head.
"Gryffindor!" The relief on his face.
Shaking hands with her father.
Endless images of her father, Sirius, Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew as they grew up, did exams, played pranks, and snuck out.
The Whomping Willow.
The Shrieking Shack.
Finally, she knew she had seen a shadow walk by the window.
Becoming an animagus.
Running away from home, the Potter's welcoming smiles as he stood on their doorstep.
Crying at night for the love he had never known, but had found in those generous people, who took him in and treated them as their own.
Various girlfriends. He had been a very handsome man. And devilishly charming.
Joining the order.
Her mother and father on their wedding day, Sirius the best man. Getting off with a bridesmaid after.
Finding out Lily was pregnant.
Feeling the babies kick.
James handing him the two tiny little bundles.
Seeing two pairs of emerald green eyes looking up at him.
Being named Harrys godfather. Feeling so proud.
Lupin crying as he held them.
The Potters going into hiding.
James asking him to be secret keeper.
Passing the job on to Peter.
Receiving letters from James and Lilly.
Sending his godson a toy broom.
Laughing at the picture Lily sent him.
Seeing the dark mark over the cottage.
Holding his best friends cold body to him, trying desperately to revive him.
Knowing there was no hope.
Crying over Lily's corpse.
Hagrid telling him the babies were to be split up. Knowing that just wasn't right.
Dumbledore was leaving Harry with Lily's sister, and Aberforth was getting Amy a place in an orphanage.
Thinking it shouldn't be this way. He would take care of them. Lupin would help, and Peter… PETER.
The realisation finally dawning on him.
Only one thought on his mind.
Giving Hagrid his motorbike and disapparating.
Finally, finding Peter.
The smirk on the fucker's face as he cut his finger off and changed. The dead all around.
Azkaban.
All his hard work to become an animagus paying off.
Keeping himself just about sane.
One thought keeping him from losing it; Revenge.
Escaping.
Visiting Lily and James' grave.
Seeing Harry again, not meaning to startle him.
Returning to Hogwarts.
Watching Amy being chased by the shadow.
Noticing how she looked so much like her mother.
She was back in the hallway now, but she was no longer looking at her parents' indirect killer.
She was looking at their closest friend.
Sirius
He stood there, rooted to the spot. All he could see was the end of a wand, and a familiar pair of green eyes. He prepared himself for the curse that was sure to come, but instead was completely taken aback as he was suddenly being hugged by a teenager. Startled, he patted her back. He remembered the last time he held her. How small she was. Even now, she seemed small for her age. He hugged her back. She was too thin. It surprised him, worrying about that. He had spent the last thirteen years thinking only of revenge.
"I want to help you," she said. "I want to kill him."
"We will." He said. He had an ally.
Somebody believed him.
