Harry had followed McGonagall, Fudge and Madam Rosmerta (the pub owner) into the Three Broomsticks and up the stairs to a private room. He slipped in and Rosmerta closed the door again. "Now what is this all about?" She asked.

"You remember Sirius Black at Hogwarts, Rosmerta?" McGonagall asked.

"Of course, I had all them in here all the time. Sirius Black and James Potter never saw one without the other."

"Precisely." McGonagall said. "You'd have thought they were brothers, they were inseparable."

"But what is this all about, Minerva?" Rosmerta asked.

"Well, nothing changed when they left school. Black was the best man at James and Lily's wedding."

"But what is it, Minerva? I know all of this."

"This, you remember when James and Lily went into hiding? They knew You-Know-Who had marked them for death. Not many people knew were they were, one who did was Sirius Black and he told You-Know-Who. Well one of their other friends Peter Pettigrew-"

"Peter Pettigrew?" Rosmerta asked surprised.

"Yes," McGonagall said. "Little lump of a boy always following Potter and Black around. Well he tried to warn James and Lily and he might have succeeded too, but Black got to him first. Black killed him."

"Black didn't just kill, Pettigrew." Fudge said. "He destroyed him! A finger that's all that was left."

"Well, he went to Azkaban for it, didn't he?" Rosmerta asked. "What could be worse than that?"

"This," McGonagall said. "He was and remains to this day, Harry Potter's godfather."

Harry ran out of the room then all his emotions running together.

"It must be something or Harry wouldn't still be in there." Hermione said. "I just hope he doesn't get himself caught because then I imagine somehow we'll all be in trouble." She said.

"Well," Erin said. "At least they can't accuse of being off somewhere kissing like they have before...remember how McGonagall came up with that all by herself in first year so we didn't have to say anything about Norbert? Or last year when Percy caught us all coming out of Moaning Myrtle's bathroom?" Erin laughed. "What people must have thought about us!"

"Yeah..." Hermione giggled nervously. Why'd she have to bring up kissing? Really? She budged just an inch towards Erin, trying not to be obvious about it.

"Look..." Erin said pointing to footprints appearing all by themselves in the snow. Erin jumped up when a choir of short wizards was bowled over. "Oh, no…" She hurried after the footprints.

"Sorry." Hermione said as they passed the carol singers. "Really sorry." She said as they passed by in pursuit of Harry and Erin.

Erin paused in a clearing as she heard Harry crying. She went forward towards a rock almost hesitantly. She reached forward and felt for the cloak pulling it gently off of Harry. He appeared sitting on the rock crying. "Harry..." She asked trying to take his hand in hers. "What is it?"

Harry didn't look at her, just stared at the ground, balling his fists in his lap, the anger and sorrow all threatening to overwhelm him as he remembered what had been said back in the tavern between McGonagall and the others. "He was their friend..." He said softly, almost too softly to be heard, his voice dark and bitter with tears. Harry looked up, unable to help the look of anger in his tear filled eyes. "He was their friend and he betrayed them." He said staring at his friends, mainly at Erin. "HE WAS THEIR FRIEND!" He cried, his voice echoing around them. Harry looked away a moment, breathing hard, almost shaking he was so angry. But finally he did look up with a new conviction on his tear-streaked face. "I hope he finds me because when he does I'm going to be ready. When he does I'm going to kill him." He said through gritted teeth.

Erin stood and looked at Harry in fear. Her entire body was trembling. She had never seen Harry like this before. She was truly afraid. She swallowed and then turned and ran from them crying and just wanting to get as far away from there as she could.

Hermione didn't know how to feel about this. Harry was so hurt, so angry and what he said... And Erin... "Erin!" Hermione called after her friend, but she didn't stop. Hermione looked back worriedly at Ron, but then she took off running after their friend. Harry made no move to follow the girls. He was too angry. Too hurt. Sirius Black had practically led his parents to their death. The man was their friend and his godfather and he still betrayed them. Still gave them up to Voldemort! How could he? How could he have done it?