Harry Potter and the Fate of Destiny

Chapter 3

That morning I heard the radio blaring as I headed out of Gryffindor tower. It was warning about an escaped serial killer: "Sirius Black". Odd name, fit a mass murderer I supposed.

Once I got to breakfast (I made it a note to avoid the trio.) I overheard a couple students from fourth year talking.

"Mad as a hatter that Potter."

"Yeah, claims he saw You-Know-Who."

"Impossible. He's just trying to get more fame." Another Gryffindor scoffed.

I wasn't sure what to make of this. I'd never even heard of a 'You-Know-Who'. Stupid name. But people seemed to suspect that Potter was insane. Well, I'd seen some of his antics. I however, wasn't sure if he was crazy or if it was just rumors made larger by a series of strange events.

The day went by quietly though and before I knew it classes had ended.

After classes ended on Monday I headed to the Dungeons to attend my detention with Professor Snape.

I knocked on the door quietly and his silky voice spoke.

"Enter."

"I'm here for my detention Professor." I said listlessly.

"So the rash Gryffindor decided to brawl like a common muggle did he?" Severus Snape sneered.

I merely ignored the barb and stood in the room quietly; waiting for him to give me my task.

"Usually I'd have you scrubbing cauldrons and you may yet. However, I'm curious as to why you decided to pick a fight with Potter's sidekick." The Professor said.

"I'm just a reckless Gryffindor." I said without looking directly at him.

"Ten points from Gryffindor. Now, look me in the eye when you speak to me."

"Yes professor." I said reluctantly.

At this point I had trouble looking people in the eyes. They kept on looking at me with this disgusted expression. As if I was the scum of the earth and I was starting to believe that maybe they were right.

Snape stared into my eyes as I repeated what I had said and I had a strange sensation that he was looking past my defenses and somehow reading me.

As I finished he sighed and shook his head.

"You lied to me." He said.

My eyes widened. How did he...?

"Wha...?" I try to form a coherent thought.

"You didn't start a fight with Weasley did you? You tried to help her didn't you?" Snape's smile was slightly morose; as if he had experienced something like I had.

"Yes." I admitted.

He somehow knew. I had no idea how, when or why but he'd learned my lies and somehow figure out the truth just by glancing at me.

It was something I was going to have to learn...and more importantly, how to stop.

The professor sighed quietly before he spoke.

"I had a friend that I loved too. I made the mistake of calling her a bad name in my anger. I was never able to talk to her again." He admitted quietly.

My eyes widened. The professor that hated Gryffindor's was trying to help me?

"You however, haven't hurt her by insulting her directly. You still have a chance. Don't give up on her." His eyes were distant and unfocused.

"But she hates me!" I muttered.

Professor Snape nodded.

"Right now; yes. But don't give up. Let her know that your friendship means everything to you. That you're willing to do what it takes."

"Still, Weasley will interfere professor." I pointed out.

At that the professor sighed.

"As much as I hate to say it but Potter will have to be enlightened."

I somehow manage to hold back a snort.

"Potter? He hates me more than Hermione does!"

"Ten points from Gryffindor for raising your voice Lammings." The potions master replied absently as he tapped his fingers on his desk.

"I would assume you'll have to try to get Weasley to attack you again, and position it so it's obvious who's the aggressor. Shake Harry's faith in his friend, you might stand a chance then."

In other words, if I wanted to reclaim my friendship with Hermione I'd have to take a serious beating. Great.

"So I'm supposed to let Weasley beat me?" I asked bitterly.

Snape smiled wryly.

"Hasn't he anyways? You're stuck in detention with the foul Potions Master."

I hated it when he was right.

For the next hour the Potions Master and I tossed ideas around and I felt myself reclaiming hope. Just because I lost a couple battles didn't mean that I had lost the war. It was going to be tough but everything that was worth it took a great deal of effort.

"Lammings." Professor Snape said suddenly.

"Yes sir?" I asked.

"You will attend your next detention with Professor Flitwick."

I blinked at that. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to think of such a change.

"I will tell him to take the time to teach you an important lesson." Professor Snape's grin was both eerie and strangely compassionate.

"Yes sir." I agreed.

Once detention ended (quite a bit quicker than I had anticipated). I returned to my bed in Gryffindor tower, I had trouble ignoring the glares that Potter and Hermione sent my way. For some reason, I almost felt guilty; as if it was all my fault that the three; no the two of them were having trouble.

A few minutes passed as I clambered up the stairs.

Soon I knew nothing.

A few hours passed quitely as I slumbered before I heard hushed words; mumbling. I awoke with a snap.

"Wake up Ron. We've got to meet my godfather downstairs." Potter hissed quietly.

I was surprised I had heard it. After all, I was next to Neville who was across from Harry's bed. Quite a distance from Weasley and Potter.

I quickly blinked sleep from my eyes. I had to know. Was Potter as bad as his friend? If so...I had even more work ahead of me. Hermione needed a friend to be able to depend on through it all.

Once Weasley and Potter trudged downstairs I slipped out of bed, grabbed my wand and lightly slipped down the stairway.

"Sirius!" Hermione shrieked.

My breath caught. I had just heard that name that morning. 'Sirius Black'. No, there was no way they'd be talking to a mass murderer. There just wasn't even the slightest possibility.

"Miss me?" A rougish and mischief filled character that I couldn't see seemed to verbally challenge Hermione.

"Black!" Hermione hissed in a slightly offended tone.

My heart stopped. They were talking to a murderer in the middle of the night in the middle of the supposed safest school! My first instinct was to hide; wait until they finished and find the headmaster. But something occurred to me; why would they talk to a killer? It didn't make any sense. I cursed myself as I slipped closer to be able to hear what the three of them were saying a little better.

I decided once they seemed ready to leave I'd slip back up to my bed and then see Albus Dumbledore once they fell asleep. He needed to know about the killer being able to infiltrate the school!

"This is taking a big risk." Hermione chided.

"I know, but it was the best way of talking to Harry without using a breakable code." Black responded.

"Anyways, about your scar." Black continued.

"Yeah, it's been hurting like I wrote."

Potter's scar hurt? How was that even possible? I shrugged.

"It must not be fun but be that as it may, we don't think its something you have to worry about."

How could pain be something not to worry about? What was going on?

"Dumbledore said it happened when Voldemort was feeling a powerful emotion. So maybe he was just really angry or something the night I had detention."

Voldemort? The headmaster had mentioned that he was a dark lord that terrorized England for the better part of two decades. But didn't he say that he had beaten when I spoke to him almost two years ago? How could 'Voldemort' be around? The criminal justice system surely wouldn't have allowed him to live.

"You don't think it had anything to do with Umbridge when she touched me in detention?" He asked.

Black spoke softly, and I had to strain myself to hear.

"Her reputation would imply that she's no death eater."

Death Eater? I couldn't remember what they were.

Harry mumbled something angrily and I couldn't catch it.

"The world isn't divided into good people and Death Eaters Harry." Sirius replied with a tinge of admonishment.

"You're right." Hermione agreed.

"She is a nasty thing though. I will agree. Passed some pretty nasty laws which means Remus can't get a job now."

"She's racist?" Weasley asked.

"Yes." Sirius agreed with a tint of disgust.

I was starting to think that maybe this wasn't the same Sirius Black. He seemed like a decent guy. This was probably another Sirius Black. Black was a fairly common last name after all. Just for safety though I'd need to talk to Professor Dumbledore in the morning. If only for my own sake of mind.

Hermione asked something that I didn't catch and they mumbled in quiet voices for a while. I was eager to hear more but I dared not move any further because if I did I'd get caught.

"She not letting us use magic at all!" Weasley griped.

I rolled my eyes. He was whining again.

Sirius said something and a second later Potter snarled.

"Trained in combat? What are they thinking that we're forming an army or something?"

"Exactly." Sirius said grimly.

I heard a chair be shoved back and several footsteps headed towards me. Immediately I jumped up and slipped back upstairs. I then got back in bed and thoughts churned in my curious mind. As much as I wanted to hear more I knew it'd become too dangerous to stay any longer.

The ministry thought that Dumbledor was building an army out of school children? I thought things were absurd before. After that though, I was no longer certain what was happening. I could practically feel sanity slipping from the situation and I didn't like it one bit.

It was time to see the headmaster.

This might be the last chapter I'm able to post for a very long, long time.I might not be able to read Fanfics for just a long a time too. SOPA will be voted on in a couple days and should it be passed it will become Illegal to post/read/watch/listen to anything with reference to a copyright. It will become a felony. In other words I may not be able to post again. To my fans across the world. I will not support SOPA...ever. But I will pick my battles, and once Stop Online Piracy Act is removed I'll be able to write again. However, I will keep the account open and update the profile page as long as that much is legal...(Even if I am forced to take down all my works...Which I'll post again once SOPA's gone)

Pray for the people in the United States please, we will need all the help we can get to keep Freedom. Between SOPA and the National Defense Act 2012 an extremely serious threat against the country is under progress.

Pray that we'll have the courage and strength to stop Congress and Obama...

God Bless and guide the American People...

"The profile Page might have something simple like: This author has been censored courtesy of the US Government."