Calleigh backed away into a corner of the room away from Harry. She knew what he would think and wanted to be away from him.
Ron was staring over Harry's shoulder. Harry wheeled around. With a snap, the main in the shadows closed the door behind them.
A mass of filthy, matted hair hung on his elbows. If eyes hadn't been shining out of the deep, dark sockets, he might have been a corpse. The waxy skin was stretched so tightly over the bones of his face, it looked like a skull. His yellow teeth were bared in a grin. It was Sirius Black.
"You filthy traitor! You knew it was him the whole time!" Harry spat at Calleigh.
"Expelliarmus!" he croaked, pointing Ron's wand at them.
Harry's and Hermione's wands shot out of their hands, high in the air, and Black caught them. Then he took a step closer. His eyes were fixed on Harry.
"I thought you'd come and help your friend," he said hoarsely. His voice sounded as though he had long since lost the habit of using it. "Your father would have done the same for me. Brave of you, not to for a teacher. I'm grateful… it will make everything much easier…."
"Don't! Don't talk like that. I know what you want, and that isn't helping your situation Sirius!" Calleigh bellowed at him.
Harry was too engulfed in his rage to have even heard what Calleigh had said.
"If you want to kill Harry, you'll have to kill us too!" Ron said fiercly, though the effort of standing upright was draining him of still more color, and he swayed slightly as spoke.
"Lie down," he said quietly to Ron. "You will damage that leg even more."
"Didn't you hear what I said?" Ron said meakly.
"Of course I heard you boy! And what makes you think, I want to kill Harry?" said Black.
"Why wouldn't you want you kill me?" Harry said provokingly.
"Harry, stop it. You are acting ridiculous!" Calleigh stuttered.
"He killed my mum and dad!" Harry roared, and with a huge effort he broke free of Hermione's and Ron's restraint and lunged forward.
Before he could reach Sirius Calleigh stepped in his path but wasn't strong enough to keep Harry entirely from her father. Harry swung left and right hitting both Calleigh and Sirius.
"Harry, stop. Harry stop it!" Calleigh shouted at him.
But none of her words made any connection to Harry. He wanted Sirius dead and that was all he wanted. He hadn't realized that he had stepped over Calleigh, who was crawling back to the spot she had been before.
"No you don't boy!" roared Sirius in anger, who swung Harry against the nearest wall.
Hermione and Ron soon joined in the fight. Hermione was trying to wrestle Harry free from Sirius while Ron was determined to knock him off balance. When it was all done, Ron collapsed on the bed, and Hermione was gasping for breath, her lip bleeding.
"Get out of the way" he shouted at Ron and Hermione.
Harry stopped right above him, hius wand still pointing at Sirius's chest, looking down at him. A livid bruise was rising around his eye and his nose was bleeding.
"Harry don't do this!" Calleigh cried, between dry heaves.
"He killed my parents," said Harry, his voice shaking slightly, but his wand hand quite steady.
In that moment of indecision, Sirius moved from the ground and into the corner where Calleigh laid curled up in a ball coughing. It seemed to be the first time one of them had noticed her at all.
"Are you alright?" Sirius whispered.