Hey guys! Here is chapter 5. In total, including the prologue, there are 11 chapters, so we just passed the halfway mark. I am working on Volume 2 and slowly getting over writer's block. (And laziness). I have the first 6 volumes set world wise and I will tell you that Volume 2 will take place in the world of Yu Yu Hakusho, one of my al time favorite anime.

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Chapter 5

It was late afternoon before I had gotten caught up on all my work. Satisfied with that, I put my things in my bag and look up to see that Harry, who I had noticed slipped in a while ago, was still doing his own work. I was going to lend him a hand, but Hermione and Ron, along with the other Gryffindor's who went on the Hogsmeade trip came in the room. The two came over to where we were and dropped a sack full of sweets on the table.

"There you go, Harry," Ron said.

Harry then took a packet of Black Pepper Imps while Ron handed me a random pack of something from the stack.

"How was it? Where did you go?" Harry asked them.

We were then regaled with their trips to shops like Honeydukes and Zonko's Joke Shop. Apparently there is a post office that had 200 owls lined up on the shelves and you could pick one to use depending on how fast you wanted your letter delivered. Eventually, Hermione saw that Harry was growing tired of hearing about their good time, so she finally changed the subject.

"Did you two get any work done?" she prodded.

"No, had tea with Lupin," Harry replied.

"I am fortunate enough to say I am caught up with every one of my classes," I said.

Harry then told us how he had tea in Lupin's office and they were talking about the dementors until they were interrupted by Snape. Apparently Snape had brought Lupin some sort of medicinal potion.

"And he drank it?" Ron asked. "Is he mad?"

"I don't think Snape would poison Lupin with Harry there, Ronald," Hermione told him.

"I highly doubt Snape would poison him at all," I said, resulting in two looks that promised an argument. "Snape is not the nicest guy, but he is not the type to just commit murder out of some petty jealousy."

"Gnocx is right," Hermione told the indignant boys. "Anyway we should get down to the Great Hall for dinner."

We then headed out of the common room and to the entrance hall. The place was decorated with floating pumpkins that were filled with candles. We took our seats and started eating. Despite the fact that the golden trio had been stuffed on sweets, they had helped themselves to multiple helpings of everything. Halfway through the three were laughing at something that Neville and Seamus said and I was just watching. All of a sudden I got the now familiar feeling of darkness inside the castle. I put down my cutlery and looked to the staff table at Dumbledore, who gave me an approving nod.

"Sorry guys," I said as I stood. "I'll be right back."

"Where are you going?" Neville asked.

"Bathroom," I replied as I walked away.

Once I was out of the hall I started running up the stairs. I donned my coat with my hood up as I followed my senses up through the floors of the castle. It led me to the seventh floor where I was met with a group of shadow heartless with some that looked like soldiers with them. They were surrounding a man who looked like he was rabid. He had long, scraggy, black hair and clothes that were tattered and had numerous holes. Behind him was the portrait of the fat lady. The portrait had been slashed and the fat lady was gone. The dagger in the man's hand told me all I needed to know.

I manifested my black bladed rapier and leapt. One of the soldiers had jumped in the air and started spiraling toward the man. Before it could reach its target I had slashed it through, causing it to vanish in a cloud of darkness. I landed beside the man and spun, cleaving through three shadow heartless. The man looked at me as I straightened up before he used the opening I created to start heading down the hallway in order to escape. I jumped over the heartless and started to follow. He beat me to the stairs, but his speed slowed as he descended them. I ran and leapt far and high enough to land on the landing in front of the set of stairs he was on. He saw what I did and started to back up.

"Who are you?" he demanded. "You won't get in my way!"

I ignored his words as I started up the stairs toward him. I was positive that this man was Sirius Black, so I was going to catch him for Dumbledore. I had gotten closer, but he took me by surprise. He lunged for me and I was prepared to knock him down, but then he shifted shape and turned into what looked like a mangy dog. I didn't recover from the shock in time, so he crashed into me. I fell and my back hit the landing I was just on. The animal then used the momentum of my fall to propel itself farther down the staircases. I was going to give chase but then I noticed the remaining heartless at the top of the stairs. Figuring that he couldn't leave the castle, I turned to the four soldier heartless and three shadows. One of the shadows jumped and started spinning down toward me with its leg sticking out. In response, I jumped onto the railing of the staircase and ran up it. I slashed the heartless as it span by. Once I reached the top I swung my blade that I infused with a thunder spell, and a bolt of lightning streaked and vanquished the three shadows. Then before the last three soldiers could react, I moved myself in between them and held my weapon above my head.

"Wind!" I said.

The soldiers were picked up by the air current my spell created, and I jumped and spun 360 degrees; dispatching the enemies in one stroke. I landed on the ground and dismissed my weapon. I started to descend the stairs only to hear the students leaving the Great Hall. I jumped over the staircase and fell down the sets of stairs until I grabbed onto the rail of the second floor stairs. I pulled myself up, but before I could get onto the floor I heard voices.

"Did you see that?" someone asked.

"Who was that?" someone else added.

Apparently I was spotted, so I quickly headed onto the second floor and into the bathroom. Luckily there was no one there, so I took the opportunity to get rid of my coat and check myself in the mirror for damage. Seeing none I headed out and followed the crowd of students up the staircase to where they would inevitably see the ruined portrait. I made my way up to the seventh floor corridor where it was crowded with students. I maneuvered through the students until I found my way to the golden trio.

"What's going on?" I asked, feigning ignorance.

"No idea," Ron replied when they noticed I was there, "that must have been some bathroom break. You were gone for a long time."

"That's what happens when I make the mistake of engorging myself on sweets before dinner. My stomach rebels against me," I smartly reply, however Ron had already moved on.

"Why isn't anyone going in?" he asked no one in particular.

"Let me through please," a voice that I recognized belonged to Percy said as he bustled through the crowd. "What's the hold up here? You can't all have forgotten the password-Excuse me, I'm Head Boy-"

Suddenly everything got silent and then all anybody heard was Percy telling somebody to get Professor Dumbledore.

"What's happening?" Ginny, who just showed up, asked.

A moment later the headmaster appeared, as he swept toward the portrait, the Gryffindor's squeezed together to give him room and the trio moved closer to see what the problem was.

"Oh my-" Hermione breathed as she grabbed Harry's arm.

Dumbledore inspected the ruined portrait, and solemnly turned toward Professor's Snape, Lupin, and McGonagall, who had followed him.

"We have to find her," the old man said. "Professor McGonagall, please go find Mr. Filch and have him search every painting in the castle for the Fat Lady."

"You'll be lucky!" a voice cackled.

Peeves the Poltergeist was bobbing above the crowd with an ecstatic look on his face.

"What do you mean, Peeves?" asked Dumbledore calmly. The poltergeist's grin faltered as he obviously knew to never mess with the headmaster.

"Ashamed, she is, Professorhead, sir. Doesn't want to be seen. She's a mess. Saw her running through the landscape on the fourth floor crying up a storm." Peeves explained.

"Did she say who did it?" Dumbledore requested.

"Of course, your headship," Peeves replied as he flipped upside down. "He got very angry when she wouldn't let him in. Nasty Temper he's got, that Sirius Black."

At this the students all gasped and started murmuring amongst themselves.

"Peeves isn't finished," Peeves stated while glaring at everyone as he rotates in the air.

"Continue, please, Peeves," Dumbledore coaxes.

"Good," Peeves replied. "The Fat Lady was very happy when those black creatures came out of the ground and tried to attack the ruffian. Unfortunately it would appear as though a hooded fellow with a sword came and saved him. Then they both took off. Then they got into it at the stairs over there and Black got away. I'll bet that fall will leave Mr. Hoodie pretty sore in the morning."

I look at Peeves with a sudden desire to send the spirit to whatever afterlife exists in this world. The students start speaking up once again and I hear people say they spotted me hanging on the stair railing on their way up. This being the kind of thing I didn't want happening, now everyone will be on high alert, making my job here more difficult. I look over to Dumbledore and he and the other professors exchange glances or make discrete looks in my direction.

The Gryffindors were then sent to the Great Hall and we were soon joined by the Ravenclaws, Hufflepuffs, and Slytherins.

"The teachers and I need to conduct a thorough search of the castle," Dumbledore explained. "I'm afraid that, for your own safety, you will have to spend the night here. I want the prefects to stand guard over the entrances to the hall and I am leaving the Head Boy and Head Girl in charge. Any disturbances should be reported to me immediately." He gestured to Percy. "Send word via the ghosts."

Then, with a wave of his wand the house tables flew to the end of the room and stood against the wall. Then, with another wave, hundreds of purple sleeping bags appeared on the ground.

"Sleep well," he said before exiting the Great Hall, closing the door behind him.

The populace started buzzing as the Gryffindors informed the rest of the school what happened.

"Everyone into their sleeping bags!" Percy ordered. "Come on, now, no more talking! Lights out in ten minutes."

"Come on," Ron said as the three grabbed any random sleeping bag for themselves and proceeded to set up in a corner. Naturally I followed and as soon as we were set the talking began.

"Do you think Sirius Black is still in the castle?" Hermione whispered anxiously.

"Dumbledore obviously thinks so," Ron replied.

"It's lucky he picked tonight, you know," Hermione said as we all climbed into our sleeping bags. I was lying on my stomach and the others were propped on their elbows to talk. "The one night we weren't in the tower."

"He probably lost track of time," Ron stated, "being on the run, he probably forgot didn't know it was Halloween."

"I am more concerned with how he got into the castle. He can't apparate in here and the dementors would see through a disguise," I said.

Hermione looked at me.

"Thank God somebody other than me has read Hogwarts, A History," she said, turning to glare at the students nearby who were suggesting apparition and flying.

"Actually I didn't," I deadpanned, "I just knew."

"Oh… Well at least someone does," she corrected herself.

"The lights are going off," Percy yelled. "I want everyone in their sleeping bags, and no more talking."

The candles all went out at the same time and the room was plunged in darkness. The only lights came from the ghosts and the ceiling. Every now and then a teacher would come and inspect the students. Eventually Dumbledore came in and walked over to Percy.

"Did you find him, Professor?" Percy asked.

"No," he replied. "All well here?"

"Everything is under control, sir," stated Percy.

"Good. There is no need to move them all back now. I found a temporary guardian for the portrait hole. They can be moved back in tomorrow," the old man explained.

"The Fat Lady, sir?" Percy asked.

"She is hiding on the second floor. Apparently she wouldn't let Sirius Black in without the password and he attacked the portrait. She is very distressed. Once she calms down, I will have Mr. Filch restore her," Dumbledore replied.

I heard footsteps approaching. They belonged to Snape.

"Headmaster, the whole castle has been searched. There is no sign of Black anywhere," Snape reported.

"That is not surprising, I did not expect him to linger," Dumbledore said in reply.

"Do you have any idea as of how he got inside?" Snape asked.

"I have theories, but each is as unlikely as the last."

I could see that Harry was moving himself so he could hear the conversation better. Dumbledore's back was to him, so he was lucky enough to not be noticed.

"You remember the conversation we had at the start of term, Headmaster?" Snape phished.

"I do," said headmaster replied.

"It seems-almost impossible-that Black could have entered the school without inside help. I did express my concerns when you appointed-"

"I do not believe a single person inside this castle would have helped Black enter it. As a matter of fact you would do well to remember that I have him here to help keep him and the Heartless out," Dumbledore interrupted in a tone that signaled the topic has ended. "I must go and tell the dementors that our search is complete."

"Didn't they want to help, sir?" Percy asked.

"Oh yes, however no dementor will set foot beyond the threshold of this castle while I am headmaster," Dumbledore replied coldly as he left the hall, Snape and Percy staring after him.

I closed my eyes and heard Ron whispering to Harry before I fell asleep.

The whole school was talking about nothing but Sirius Black for the next few days. Immediately following the incident with the portrait of the Fat Lady, I was called to Dumbledore's office where I had to relay what had happened. I then told Dumbledore that he had been careless when he was talking with Snape in the Great Hall that night.

"You did notice that he picked the one night no one would be in the dormitories?" I asked him.

"What are you suggesting?" he asked me.

"The same thing you are, I'm sure. There is more to this whole situation than I can see on the surface. Were you aware he could transform into a dog?" I asked.

"Alas, I was. Sirius Black is an unregistered animagus, someone who can change into an animal," he said with a sigh.

"Like Professor McGonagall," I stated as I remembered her transformation in class.

"Correct," he confirmed.

"My job just got harder," I said. "I was spotted by a few students when I was trying to get into the second floor bathrooms. Peeves didn't make it better either. Now they are wondering what the black creatures are and who I am. It's getting dangerous."

"At this point no one knows for sure the 'hooded man' exists," he told me. "Until that point you are reasonably safe."

"That was true until you let slip that you have someone here to help with the Heartless and Black. I guarantee you Hermione is in the library now researching," I told him.

"She won't find anything," he assured me. "You know as well as I that the heartless are hardly known creatures."

"I am aware, although she will not give up," I reminded him.

With that I took my leave.

The quidditch match between Hufflepuff and Gryffindor was fast approaching. Harry had been annoyed with the fact that teachers had taken a habit of following him wherever he went. Not only that, but whenever he went to quidditch practice, Madame Hooch would be there to observe.

A few days before the match, I had Defense Against the Dark Arts class. To say I was surprised when I entered the room only to see Snape there as a substitute would be accurate. I took my seat and after everyone arrived he started class. He lectured about how far behind we were and not so subtly insinuated that Lupin is a poor teacher, earning the ire of most of the class. The most interesting thing when he made us turn our books to a page on werewolves. After lecturing on them he assigned us an essay on how to recognize them. When he dismissed the class I made sure that I was the last to leave.

"You are painfully obvious," I told him as I left the room. He only stared.

That class was obviously a tactic used by Snape to have the students recognize that Lupin is actually a werewolf. In hindsight it makes sense. The boggart turned into that orb, which was actually the moon, there is a full moon tonight, and it would explain the potion Harry saw, the wolfsbane potion. I only hoped that no one else would be able to figure it out, as I am aware of how some wizards treat "half-breeds."

The day of the match arrived and it had an interesting start. I walked out of my dorm and down the stairs to see Harry pushing Crookshanks away, telling him to leave Scabbers alone.

"Crookshanks still after Scabbers?" I asked as I walk by him.

"I'm beginning to think Ron is right," he told me. "That cat seems to have it in for Scabbers."

"Ready for the match?" I ask, playing the good friend.

"Yeah," he replied, "but this storm may complicate things."

"Good luck anyway," I told him as we left the portrait hole.

We made it to the Great Hall and had a quick breakfast before he headed out into the storm with the rest of his team. I was just about to head out myself when I saw Professor Lupin walking in the entrance hall toward the exit. I head out into the hall and, making sure no one is there, vanish and appear beside him in a flash, making him jump.

"Why would you do that?" he exclaimed in a whisper looking around.

"I am not that reckless," I told him. "There is no one here. I just wanted to tell you that the next time you feel ill, you need to make sure Snape is not the substitute."

Lupin stopped walking and I turned to see the nervous look on his face.

"What did he do?" he asked me.

"Werewolves, and before you ask. Yes I figured it out and I don't know if I am the only one. I am assuming so because no one has reported it yet," I told him. "Just thought I'd give you a warning as a favor for not blowing the whistle to anyone about me."

I took off out the door before he could say anything. Trekking to the stadium through the rain made me wish I could put on my hood; however I make it to the stadium in one piece.

As the match commenced, the Gryffindor team managed to put themselves 50 points ahead. Hermione left when the captain called a time out. I saw her run into the tent they had set up before she came back out and headed back to the stands where Ron, Neville, and I were standing. Hermione told us she used a spell on Harry's glasses in order to make it so he could see a little bit better. We turned our attention back to the match just in time to see Harry rocketing into the air. It was too hard to see whether or not he was after the snitch.

He was rising when he suddenly started to lose focus in where he was going. I could tell that something in the stands on the other side of the stadium had his attention, and it must have been big if he lost concentration in a quidditch match. I asked Neville for his binoculars and I looked through them. I didn't see anything on the other side until I looked at the top row in one of the sets of stands. In the top, by itself, was the same big black dog that sent me down a flight of stairs. Sirius Black was watching the match.

I didn't have a chance to make a move because of a scream from Hermione. I saw her point and I followed her gaze, only to have my eyes widen as I see Harry falling out of the sky. I almost blow it and use a spell to stop him, but I saw his movement slow and heard Dumbledore's thundering voice shout, Arresto momentum. Harry's fall was slowed to the point that when he hit the ground it didn't affect him. The silence was deafening as Madame Hooch and the teams touched down and went to inspect Harry. I couldn't help but see that the Hufflepuff seeker, Cedric Diggory, had caught the snitch. I turned my attention upward as a familiar cold encompassed me and saw what had to be a dozen or more dementors descending into the stadium. They didn't make it very far because as soon as they came they were banished by spells fired from the teachers. Professor McGonagall used the microphone the commentator uses to tell everyone to head back to the castle and wait in our dormitories.

We waited for what seemed like hours before Professor McGonagall came sweeping into the common room. She told us that Harry would make a full recovery and asked that we try to help find his broomstick outside. It didn't take long due to a point me spell from Hermione. Unfortunately for Harry, the broom had been caught by the whomping willow and was now in shambles. Hermione summoned the pieces and we rolled them up in a blanket. Bundle in hand; we walked back to the castle. Professor McGonagall was waiting for us at the entrance, so when we arrived she dismissed everyone but Ron, Hermione, myself, and the team. She told us we could wait with him until he woke up. The others went ahead and I waited for them to get out of earshot.

"Sirius Black was at the match," I told her.

"Are you absolutely certain?" she asked me with a panicked look.

"Definitely, he was in his animagus form watching the match. It was pretty bold of him to do, but I don't understand what he thought he would accomplish by doing that," I explained.

"Very well," she mumbled. "I will tell Professor Dumbledore. Now you go wait with your friends."

"Yes, Professor," I said before walking toward the stairs.

I reached the hospital wing in moments. I opened the door and walked in to see the devastated look on Harry's face when he discovered that his prized broomstick was irreparable.


There it is. I'm sorry if this may be boring to some of you, but I will let you in on something. I have plans... and the only reason that I chose year 3 of Harry Potter as the first world is because I plan on having Gnocx brought back during book 5 and I felt it would be easier if the golden trio already knew who he was. Thank you for reading and please review/comment. See you next friday!