Updated as of 2/13/19
A/N: Please note I used some parts from the book.
Two weeks before the end of the term, there was one last Hogsmeade weekend before the holidays and of course Harry was to be the only third year left behind. He watched from inside the clock tower.
"Last call for Hogsmeade!" Filch called. "Come on, now!"
"Going off with your mystery friends again, Fiona?" Ron asked when he noticed her looking around for someone.
"Sorry," she said with a sheepish smile.
"It's alright," Hermione said giving her a smile. "You went with us last weekend."
"Thanks for understanding," Fiona said pulling up the hood of her black sweatshirt before running off.
"I don't understand," Ron muttered making Hermione sigh.
Once in Hogsmeade Fiona jogged through the snow past a few buildings before she ran around the back of one of the buildings and immediately bumped into Draco who caught her.
"Whoa there," he said with a chuckle. "That excited to see me, are you?"
"You wish," Fiona said as she rolled her eyes but she was smiling.
"Maybe I do, maybe I don't," he said with a smile. He saw Fiona's cheeks turn pink and his smile grew. "So, where to first?"
"Well, where won't your friends be?"
"I've already told you; I'm not ashamed to be seen with you," he reminded her.
"I know but... If they see us together they'll spread rumors or... Harry will find out."
"So what if he does? Besides, what rumor could they spread that's a lie?"
"There are plenty!" Fiona argued as her eyes widened. Draco chuckled.
"Oh I could think of a few rumors that are true..." He slipped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer; she put her hands on his upper arms. "The obvious, that we've been dating for months. We sneak around late at night together." He put his forehead against hers, making her smile, and lowered his voice. "And snog in the Chamber of Secrets."
"We do not!" Fiona said with a gasp as she playfully smacked his arm.
"But we could," he said with a grin. "We haven't even had our first kiss yet," he added before brushing some hair out of her face and making sure her hood was still covering her ears.
"I know…" She looked down.
"Hey, I'm not rushing you," he said softly. "It'll be worth the wait," he added with a smile.
"You know… I know some other rumors they would spread," Fiona said.
"Oh yeah?"
"That you're not as mean or heartless as everyone thinks you are." Draco let out a playful groan. "That you're really sweet and sensitive."
"Because they're going to believe that," he said with a chuckle.
"Well, I could show them all the notes and flowers you've given me."
"I'll deny everything," he said shaking his head with a smile.
"And that pendant you got me second year," Fiona said. Draco blinked.
"You told me you never opened that."
"I never said I did or didn't. I just asked if I was supposed to."
"You still have it?" he asked. Fiona pulled out a chain out of her shirt to show the snow globe pendant. Draco's eyes widened and his mouth fell open. "You wear it? Since when?"
"Since that first night. When we went to the chamber together."
"But... that means you kept it since last year," he realized with a growing smile.
"Yeah... I couldn't just get rid of it. I mean you got it for me, I assume you put some thought into it."
"It was that or a bracelet," he said with a shrug. "I was going to have one of our house elves leave some roses in your dorm but I was told it might have been a bit much."
"You think?" Fiona asked as she tried to hide a smile. "Who told you?" He cleared his throat.
"Uh, no one important." He avoided looking her in the eye.
"You know you didn't have to get me anything."
"I didn't have to..." He let out a sigh. "My..."
"Your father told you to?" Fiona asked with a frown as she looked away. He held her chin and turned her face to him.
"He suggested I get you something. But I picked it out. He told me if I liked you so much I should get you a present," he said with a smile.
"Did he also suggest you write a corny poem?"
"Hey! T-The poem was my idea."
"At the time it was embarrassing but now that I think about it, it was rather sweet of you," she admitted.
"You're face is looking a bit red there, darling."
"It's cold," Fiona said as she tried to hide a smile.
"Then let me warm you." He pulled her closer with a smile. Fiona smiled and leaned into him. "Why don't we get inside somewhere?" he suggested.
"Okay."
"Honeydukes will be packed...so will Zonkos... We could go to Tomes and Scrolls again."
"The bookshop? What for?"
"I'm sure we can find a... secluded spot where no one will interrupt," he said lowering his voice and his face closer to hers as he brushed her hair out of her face. Fiona buried her face against his chest making him chuckle. "You know I love to tease you," he said fondly.
"Too much if you ask me," she muttered as she peeked up at him. He chuckled again.
"If it means seeing you so flustered..."
"Stop," she whined.
"Nah, too much fun," he said before kissing her cheek. Fiona buried her face again and he laughed.
When Fiona returned to the castle she found Ron and Hermione, who told her Harry ended up in Hogsmeade, but Harry was nowhere in sight. They told her he'd heard some pretty upsetting news and that they best leave him alone for now. Instead Fiona made her way up to the boy's dorm and found him sitting on his bed looking at the photo album that Hagrid had given him at the end of first year.
"Harry?" He looked up as she slowly made her way into the room. Harry had pulled the bed curtains closed but opened them slightly.
"Did they tell you?" he asked. Fiona shook her head.
"What happened?" she asked. He looked down at a photo.
"He was their friend. Their best man." Fiona walked over, moving the curtains aside and sat beside him to see the photo he was looking at was his parent's wedding photo. There was a man laughing arm in arm with his father.
"That's?" Fiona looked to Harry in question.
"Black. He was my dad's best friend."
"Are you sure?" She leaned closer to the photo. The man looked healthy and alive whereas the man in all the newspapers looked crazed and unreal.
"He's my godfather." His voice was almost a whisper, she almost hadn't heard him. Fiona put an arm around his shoulders. She gently took the photo album from him; she could see his knuckles turning white from how hard he was gripping it. Fiona put it away inside his cabinet before putting her other arm around him. He gripped onto her arm, lowering his head.
The next afternoon Ron, Fiona and Hermione were sitting in the common room – Hermione and Fiona were working on homework while Ron was lounging on the couch with some candy – none of them wanted to go and wake Harry but when he finally came down it looked like he hadn't even slept at all.
"Harry, you – you look terrible," Ron said bluntly.
"Where is everyone?" Harry asked, seeing the room empty besides the three.
"Gone! It's the first day of the holidays, remember?" Ron reminded him. "It's almost lunchtime, I was going to come up and wake you in a minute." Harry slumped into a chair by the fire.
"You really don't look well," Fiona commented. "Maybe you should see Madam Pomfrey? I bet she can give you a sleeping draught."
"I'm fine," he mumbled.
"Why don't we go see Hagrid?" Fiona suggested. Hermione shook her head.
"Harry's not supposed to leave the castle," she reminded them all.
"Yeah, let's go," Harry said, ignoring Hermione as he stood up.
Unfortunately the trip to Hagrid's, which Fiona was hoping would cheer up Harry, only seemed to make matters worse. Hagrid had gotten a letter from the Ministry that there would be a hearing about Buckbeak with the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures. The half-giant had already been sobbing for a while when the four arrived.
The four returned to the castle and immediately went to the library to look for books that might help build a case for Buckbeak.
Christmas morning the girls entered the common room to find Ron had already opened a few of his gifts and Harry had opened at least the scarlet sweater from Mrs. Weasley he was wearing.
"Mum's sent you one too," Ron said to Fiona as he pointed to a present on top of her pile. Fiona's face lit up.
"I got a Weasley Sweater?" She hurried down the stairs and tore it open. Ron watched her jump up and down, holding the green sweater.
"Glad you're happy about it," he muttered. Fiona pulled it on before she twirled around. The three chuckled at her.
"Did your mum send more cookies?" Harry asked. Fiona opened up a box with a nod. She opened a few small packages inside and handed them to each of them.
"She made a little bag for each of us," Fiona noted with a smile.
"That's so sweet," Hermione chimed. Grimm meowed loudly from the top of the stairs and everyone turned to see him turn the corner going up.
"What's up with Grimm?" Ron asked. Fiona shrugged and got up to follow after him. She followed the black cat into the girl's dorm to where he sat on her bed with a small green gift wrapped box in front of him. The grin that came to her face was almost instant and she rushed to the bed to open the gift. As she opened the small box a small note fell out.
Fiona
Don't worry, I'm not proposing yet. I do have a matching one and while I doubt Potter would notice I know Granger would so I'll be wearing it on a chain instead. Think of it as a promise ring.
D
Fiona looked into the box to see a silver ring with a repeating black triangle pattern. She had to hold in an actual squeal of excitement as she took it out of the box and put it on. After a few moments of trying to get the huge smile off her face she rejoined the others downstairs.
The last present Harry opened ended up being a Firebolt broom. Hermione was wary when she learned there was no note saying who it was from. With her friend's safety in mind she ended up telling McGonagall about it after Christmas dinner and the broom was confiscated to be checked for jinxes. The boys were obviously upset with her and she started to avoid them in the library. Fiona would keep her company most days, using it as an excuse to get some homework done and help Hermione with hers.
Fiona found out about Hermione's time turner about a week or so into first term. The boys were just baffled by Hermione's excuses but living in the same dorm Fiona was able to confront the brunette about it. Since then, the black haired girl had been helping her the best she could with the extra homework. Fiona didn't care for Arithmancy but was interested in runes and was glad to learn as she helped the best she could.
It was February when Harry finally got his Firebolt back from McGonagall. It was passed around the common room; everyone was excited for the Ravenclaw match coming up, if they won they only had to play against Slytherin for the Quidditch Cup. When Harry finally got it back he walked up to Hermione and Fiona who were working on homework by the fire.
"I got it back," he said.
"See, Hermione? There wasn't anything wrong with it!" Ron exclaimed.
"Well – there might have been. At least you know it's safe now," she said.
"Yeah, I suppose so," Harry agreed. "I'd better put it upstairs-"
"I'll take it!" Ron interrupted. "I've got to give Scabbers his rat tonic."
"Is he getting any better?" Fiona asked. Ron gave a half shrug.
"Kind of… not really. But he's not getting worse." He took the Firebolt and headed up to the boy's dorm. Harry sat down with the girls.
"How are you getting through all this stuff?" he asked looking over all the books and pages.
"Oh well, working hard, and Fiona helps out," Hermione replied.
"I like runes, wish I could've taken the class," Fiona admitted as she motioned to the runes books in front of her. Even with Fiona's help Hermione still looked as tired as Professor Lupin looked in most classes.
"Why don't you drop a couple of subjects?" Harry suggested.
"I couldn't do that!" Hermione exclaimed as if it were the worst idea in the world.
"Arithmancy looks terrible," Harry commented as he picked up a complicated-looking number chat. Fiona nodded in agreement but Hermione shook her head.
"Oh no, it's wonderful! It's my favorite subject! It's-" Hermione was cut off as a scream like yell came from the boy's staircase. A moment later, Ron came storming down the stairs dragging a bed sheet with him.
"LOOK!" he shouted as he brought the sheet over to Hermione. "LOOK!"
"Ron what?"
"SCABBERS! LOOK! SCABBERS!" Hermione looked absolutely bewildered but Harry and Fiona noticed the sheet was stained red. "BLOOD!" Ron screamed. The whole room was silent, watching the scene. "HE'S GONE AND YOUKNOW WHAT WAS ON THE FLOOR?"
"No," Hermione squeaked, leaning away. Ron threw several long, ginger cat hairs down onto the paper in front of her.
All evidence pointed to Crookshanks having killed and most likely eaten Scabbers. Ron was angry at Hermione for never taking the cat's attempts at eating his rat seriously and not keeping a close enough eye on the cat. Hermione argued that there was no proof and that the hairs could have been there from before; Crookshanks, like Grimm, freely wondered where he pleased and had gone to the boy's dorm before. Harry agreed with Ron, the evidence was clear, and Hermione lost her temper with him as well.
"Okay, side with Ron, I knew you would! First the Firebolt, now Scabbers, everything's my fault, isn't it! Just leave me alone, Harry, I've got a lot of work to do."
Fiona didn't want Hermione to feel outnumbered so while she also agreed with Ron and Harry she didn't voice that. She continued to help Hermione with her work and Harry distracted Ron by offering him a ride on the Firebolt after Quidditch practice.
At the Quidditch match, Ravenclaw vs Gryffindor, with Harry on the Firebolt you could barely keep your eye on him. He was at most a red blur when he was going after the snitch. As Harry was closing in on the snitch the Ravenclaw Seeker screamed and pointed down. Harry looked down to see three dementors were looking up at him; he whipped out his wand and pointed at them.
"Expecto Patronum!" he shouted. A silver-white blast erupted from his wand but he was immediately focused again on the snitch. He managed to grab it and was soon surrounded by his teammates hugging him and nearly knocking him off his broom. As he landed on the field a group of Gryffindors spirited out to meet him on the field. Harry was soon engulfed by the cheering crowd.
"That was quite some Patronus." Harry turned to see Professor Lupin and grinned at him.
"The dementors didn't affect me at all!" Harry exclaimed. "I didn't feel a thing!"
"That would be because they – er – weren't real dementors," Professor Lupin told him. He led him out of the crowd to where they could see Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle and the Slytherin team Captain Marcus Flint in a heap on the ground all struggling to remove long black robes. It seemed one of them had been on another's shoulders. McGonagall stood over them, scolding them. They all received detention and 50 points were taken from Slytherin.
…
"Was it your idea then?" Fiona asked as she walked into Myrtle's bathroom, her arms crossed as she approached the blond sitting on the edge of the sinks.
"Actually no, it was Flint's."
"You didn't have to go along with it," Fiona pointed out.
"I kinda did, don't know if you've noticed but I don't really like Potter."
"You like me though don't you?" She walked up to him and he took her hands with a smirk.
"Course I do." He put her arms behind his back before putting his arms around her.
"You think you could… I dunno, let up a bit?" She gave him a hopeful smile. He let out a sigh. "Just a bit?" She held up a small space between her thumb and forefinger. "I know you have to be this big bad guy but sometimes it's a bit much." Draco's eyebrows went up.
"Much?"
"Dressing up as dementors in the hopes of scaring someone hundreds of feet off the ground when everyone knows dementors can fly and knowing there was no way you wouldn't get in trouble."
"Alright, hush you," he muttered as he rolled his eyes. She chuckled and brushed her hair behind her ear. His eyes landed on her hand and he grinned. "You're wearing it."
"Mhm," Fiona hummed. "I love it." He chuckled and pulled on a small silver chain around his neck to show a matching ring. "That's smart, Harry isn't very observant but Hermione would notice the moment she saw you wearing it." He nodded and put the ring back into his shirt.
…
Fiona, covered by the invisibility cloak, returned to the common room to find everyone gathered, though half awake. She got back just in time to slip in as McGonagall opened the portrait to see what all the noise was about.
"I am delighted that Gryffindor won the match, but this is getting ridiculous!"
Fiona hurried past everyone, careful to not bump into anyone, before heading up to the girl's dorm. She hid the cloak under her bed – she could hear Ron shouting something downstairs – before heading back downstairs doing her best to pretend to be half asleep.
"SIRIUS BLACK WAS STANDING OVER ME, HOLDING A KNIFE!" Ron finished. Hermione turned to Fiona as she walked up beside her.
"That is preposterous, Weasley, I mean how could he possibly get through the portrait hole?"
"I don't know how he got in! I was a bit busy dodging his knife."
"Percy, have you seen Sir Cadogan?" McGonagall asked the Head Boy.
"I-I…uh…" He turned and pointed to a portrait where the knight in question was. "Oh he's-he's there Professor."
"Sir Cadogan?" She made her way through the students towards the portrait. "Sir Cadogan."
"Ah, how may I serve you ma'am?"
"Excuse me, is it possible that you let a mysterious man into Gryfinndor tower tonight?" she asked him.
"Certainly good lady, he had the password. He had the whole week's in fact on a little piece of paper," he answered proudly.
"Which abysmally foolish person wrote down the passwords and then proceeded to lose them?" McGonagall asked before turning to face the crowd of students. Neville was looking down and slowly met her eyes. "Is it always going to be you, Longbottom."
"I'm afraid so ma'am."
"Well, Sirius Black is gone tonight," She put a hand on his shoulder. "But I think you can all safely assume that he will at some point in time attempt to return. Now, I speak for the entire staff when I say, while we take every precaution to ensure your safety it is incumbent upon yourselves to act responsibly. Understood?" The room agreed. "Very well then, off you go. And remember, act responsibly." She made her way through the students and out the portrait hole.
Hermione stood still, as everyone started to return to the dorms, holding Crookshakes in her arms. Ron glared at the cat before following everyone else. She and Fiona turned to see Harry sitting in an arm chair staring at the fire.
"I can't believe it," Hermione said as she sat on the couch, Fiona beside her.
"I could have killed him," Harry muttered. The two looked at him. "He was right there, he was close enough to touch, I could have killed him."
It turned out no one could sleep and everyone ended up spending the night in the common room until McGonagall came back at dawn to inform them that Black had once again escaped. Neville was given detention and was banned from all future Hogsmeade visits for the year. He also wasn't allowed to know the new password and had to wait for someone to let him in.
Harry was sitting in bed late one night with the Marauders map and his wand lit up, munching on a cookie. Ron suddenly jolted in his sleep and woke with a gasp.
"Spiders! There's- There's spiders." He looked over at Harry. "Spiders. They want me to tap-dance. I don't wanna tap-dance!"
"You tell those spiders, Ron," Harry said.
"Right, yeah. Tell them. I'll tell them…" He laid back down and was snoring again. Harry smiled before looking back down at the map. He turned a page and saw Filch patrolling the halls. He turned another page and saw the corner of someone's name.
oy
aunt
He flipped open one square and his eyes widened.
Draco Malfoy
Fiona Gaunt
They were in the girl's bathroom. They weren't moving just facing each other. Fiona got behind Draco then they moved forward and suddenly they were gone. Harry frowned and opened up more flaps before seeing another name.
Peter Pettigrew
Harry slipped on his shoes. He'd have to talk to Fiona later.