Black Ruby.
Halloween came and so did the first trip to Hogsmeade. A few days beforehand Harry had tried to get Professor McGonagall to sign his form but she didn't and he was stuck behind as well. My mother didn't think it was a good idea for me to be gallivanting around Hogsmeade when Killer was on the loose.
That morning I saw him say goodbye to Ron and Hermione before I headed off for another wander. Later that day I saw him go into Lupin's office. I guess the Boggart thing was still annoying him. I was wandering around through the Bridge I heard a voice. It was obviously talking to someone else. When I rounded the corner I recognised the voice of Lupin.
'You know the very first time I saw you, Harry, I recognized you immediately,' I heard Lupin say. 'Not by your scar, but by your eyes. They're your mother, Lily's. Yes. Oh, yes. I knew her. Your mother was there for me at a time when no one else was. Not only was she a singularly gifted witch she was also an uncommonly kind woman. She had the way of seeing the beauty in others, even and perhaps most especially, when that person could not see it in themselves. And your father, James, on the other hand he - he had a certain, shall we say, talent for trouble.' I grinned knowing Harry also had that. 'A talent, rumour has it, he passed on to you. You're more like them than you know, Harry. In time, you'll come to see just how much.' I walked slowly up to Harry and placed my arms around his waist, he looked down and smiled wrapping his arms around my shoulders.
'Your both like your parents in too many ways. Rhuben you have a combination of your father and mother in you. You have your father's eyes and hair but everything else is how you mother used to look. You haven't got the talent for finding trouble as your father....but there is still time! You shouldn't be afraid, that Boggart wasn't you!' Lupin stated grinning. I nodded. Lupin smiled one last time at the both of us before walking in the opposite direction.
'So, you never did tell me what your Boggart was about....' Harry stated a mischievous glint in his eyes. I nodded and began to walk, his arm still wrapped around my shoulders.
'Well....this is kinda hard to explain, so your just gonna have to shut up and let me try and explain to the best of my ability...' I looked him in the eyes. He nodded.
'Well, you know how I'm.... different?' I waited for him to nod before I carried on. 'I'm half...vampire. That's what the Boggart was a vampiric version of myself that fed off of human life...' I said closing my eyes not wanting to see his reaction. Harry stopped walking. We had ended up next to the lake, he sat down and pulled me down next to him.
'Okay, so your a vampire....?' I nodded.
'I don't need to drink blood but if I could slip one day and start to feed, I'm dangerous Harry.....I'm not good for you Ron and Hermione....' I started.
'Didn't you hear what Lupin said? You aren't like that Boggart!! So stop thinking your not good for me! Your one of my best friends....' Harry stated smiling he pulled me into a reassuring hug.
'You can ask me questions if you like....' I muttered into his chest.
'So can you turn into a bat?' He asked grinning. I shook my head.
Harry asked questions like that for the rest of the day.
'It feels good to have told someone.....' I smiled, Harry smiled back and slung his arm around my shoulders and lead me back to the castle. We arrived as people were coming back from Hogsmeade, I could feel the scrutinizing glances as they noticed where Harry's arm was. I blushed a light pink, Harry saw this and smirked whilst he lead me to the Great Hall.
That night was the worst night ever. Harry and I had met Ron and Hermione in the Great Hall for the Halloween feast that night and they showed us all the cool stuff they'd bought from Hogsmeade. Harry also told us about what had happened in Lupin's office between him and Snape bringing him a potion.
After the excellent feast as usual, the Houses divided and we headed up to the Gryffindor Tower along with the rest of the third years. But when we got there, there was a hold up on getting inside. Percy was barking orders before shouting for someone to get Dumbledore. He appeared in seconds with Professors McGonagall, Lupin and Snape behind him. The portrait of the Fat Lady had been slashed and she'd disappeared from her portrait. No one knew why though until Peeves appeared.
'Ashamed, Your Headship, sir,' he cackled above us. I watched as he bobbed up and down laughing. 'Doesn't want to be seen. She's a horrible mess. Sa her running through the landscape up on the fourth floor, sir, dodging between trees. Crying something dreadful.' Peeves sounded very happy about this. 'Poor thing.'
'Did she say who did it?' asked Dumbledore quietly.
'Oh, yes, Professorhead,' laughed Peeves. 'He's got very angry when she wouldn't let him in, you see. Nasty temper he's got, that Sirius Black.'
My eyes widened at this information. Sirius Black had been in the castle. I felt Harry tense next to me, I squeezed his hand. Harry looked at me and tried to smile however it came out rather strained.
'Secure the castle, Mr Filch' ordered Dumbledore. 'The rest of you, to the Great Hall.' Doing as we were told we all practically ran down to the Great Hall. When we got into the Hall we were all issued with sleeping bags and pillows. Harry and I were just about to get ready for bed when I heard Ron clear his throat. I looked at him quizzically, I followed his gaze down to where Harry's hand was still joined. I let go hoping Harry wouldn't notice, no such look. He turned to face me and saw my blush I looked to Ron and Harry followed my gaze he nodded and made a rather disappointed face but then smiled trying to cover it up. Ron, Hermione, Harry and I were all lying close together, because we were scared for Harry and because we were scared ourselves. I woke up the next morning to giggles and whispers. All I could smell was something like Cinnamon. I could feel my face slip into confusion. The pillow my head was resting on made a strange rumbling sound I looked down to see a blue t-shirt clad chest. I looked up to meet the smiling face of Harry Potter..... I looked to Hermione who was giggling, I then looked to Ron who was smirking. I then looked around the Hall, it seemed that Harry and I were the most interesting things in there at that specific moment. I could tell that my cheeks were bright red by the fact that Harry was smirking. He always smirked when I blushed.
Talk of Black carried on well into the next week. It was Defence Against The Dark Arts next and we all made our way to Professor Lupin's classroom for another fun-filled lessons. We got a surprise when Snape told us all to sit down and pull out our books. Snape wasn't very happy and decided to take points from anyone who asked where our normal teacher was.
'Turn to page three hundred and ninety-four.' Ron was lazily turning the pages next to me but I'd gone straight there. Werewolves. He was bemused when Snape turned his book to it.
Werewolves?? We aren't doing anything about Werewolves with Professor Lupin! I thought.
'Now which one of you can tell me the difference between an Animagus and a werewolf?' Snape asked. Most people looked to Hermione but it was me who actually answered due to Professor Snape pointing to me expecting me not to know the answer.
'A Werewolf has no choice about transforming whereas an Animagus does. An Animagus trains for months at a time...' I answered as best I could. Snape nodded his cold eyes boring into my own hazel ones. Snape then issued us with a two rolls of parchment essay on the differences between Werewolves and Animagus'.
The weekend was the first Quiditch match of the season, it was Gryffindor Vs. Hupplepuff. It was meant to be Gryffindor Vs. Slytherin but Flint had insisted that Malfoy's arm was still injured and they couldn't play. Hermione Ron and I watched as Harry flew around looking for the Snitch in hopes of ending the game soon. The conditions were horrendous. The wind was howling, the rain made visibility practically impossible, the Thunder and Lightening were the cherries on top of the cake. I watched in horror as Harry plummeted to the ground below. Ron Hermione watched as Dumbledore slowed Harry's descent.
We were all crowded around Harry's bed waiting for him to regain consciousness.
'He looks peaky, doesn't he?' said Ron. Me, Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, Seamus and Neville were all gathered round his bed there.
'What do you expect?' asked George.
'He fell over a hundred feet,' said Fred.
'Yeah, Ron, let's walk you off the Astronomy Tower.'
'And see how you look.'
'Probably a right sight better than he normally does.'
We all looked down to see Harry smiling vaguely up at us. He was soaked just like us. I let out a sigh of relief when he sat up.
'What happened?' he asked.
'You fell off your broom,' said Ron.
'Really?' said Harry sarcastically. 'I meant the match. Who won?'
'Diggory got the Snitch,' said George. 'Just after you fell. He didn't realise what had happened. When he looked back and saw you on the ground, he tried to call it off. Wanted a re-match. But they won fair and square … even Wood admits it.'
'Where is Wood?' said Harry.
'Still in the showers,' replied Fred. 'We think he's trying to drown himself.'
That wasn't the worse news for Harry. After he fell, his Nimbus Two Thousand blew into the Whomping Willow and was smashed to pieces. He was devastated when Hermione, Ron and I told him after the others had gone. Talk about unlucky.