"W-What?" Harry stammered, paling by the second

Sirius choked back a sob, "She's dead, Harry, she's dead…"

Harry collapsed on the floor, "But...you can bring her back…like before…can't you?"

"No, Harry," Sirius shook his head, "Not this time…It would risk…the person…"

Harry whimpered, "Because of Voldemort?"

"No, because of how she died…muggle technique…so we can't…" Sirius hugged his godson gentle.

Silent tears streaked down Harry's face as he leaned into his godfather's embrace. He only shifted when his father and Remus joined them.

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Harry glanced around the Great Hall. He felt no need to eat; last night had been the worst of his life. He barely noticed as something soft crawled over his foot. Last night had been the most horrible of his life nothing seemed to matter, until Remus started to gag. James looked shocked, but his expression didn't change much. Hermione shrieked and pointed at something small and furry nearing the doors. Maria opened them and scooped up the creature. She separated a vial from it and tossed it to Harry. Over the silent room, with a glace at Remus, she remarked, "Silver." The color that was left it Sirius's face quickly drained.

"No," He shook the gasping werewolf slightly, "NO!"

Harry and Ron looked at Hermione who was also looking pale, but explained, "Silver id deadly to werewolves…" A great deal of the occupants of the Great Hall went pale at those words, excluding a few Slytherins, and Maria who now was sitting with her eyes closed still clutching the small creature. The choking noises from the Head Tables stopped and Sirius let out a strangled sob and clutched Remus's body.

"Padfoot get off," a hoarse voice sounded, "You're going to choke me."

Sirius looked down in amazement and whooped, "YOU'RE ALIVE! You're Alive. Wait a minute, you're alive? How?" Remus fixed Sirius with a meaningful look, "OH!" Sirius looked surprise, "Oh," Sirius looked confused, "oh…" Sirius looked like he was in deep thought.

Bad mood aside, Harry decided the moment could use some lightening, "Don't strain yourself Siri, we all know how hard thinking is." Remus laughed, still on the floor, James looked at his son with the first hint of a smile anyone had seen all day, and every one else looked at Harry amazed.

Parvati then astoundingly stopped flirting with Zach to remark, looking at the thing in Maria's hands, "Ron, isn't that Scabbers?" Everyone on the full, silent, room turned to look at the rat.

"Pettigrew?" Hermione questioned. Harry nodded. Sirius flew from the head table to seize the squeaking rodent.  He laughed triumphantly as he threw it on the ground. The rat tried to escape, but Sirius's spell hit it before it could move. Like in the Shrieking Shack, limbs grew to revile a short plump man.

Peter Pettigrew looked up at his one tiem friend and choked, "Sirius…Good to see…you…"

A/N: Short chappie again! Ok let me know, would you rather have short chapters often or long ones less often?