Yay! This story has two more chapters left! As of right now, I have the last chapter written which excites the hell out of me! I will be writing a Junior Academy story for the summer segment. Now, in this chapter and next will have multiple POVS-this is CRITICAL for the story to flow right. As always: I don't own it! Enjoy!

Dumbledore's office & Marauders Reunite

Prongs POV

With the news of where to find Sirius' wand, I was highly doubtful that we would be able to get it back like we wanted too. If it was in the Ministry then it would be impossible to get it back unless Alyssa or Sirius had a plan. NEWTS and OWLS were officially over the for the fifth and seventh year students. However, I still had my end of year exams to deal with .

So night after night, Hermione Ron, Lavender and I spent time reviewing in the library. It made me curious that Lavender, of all people, would spend time with us to study. But she and Ron seemed happy to date. Hermione had created review study packets for us. I didn't have the heart to tell her that Alyssa had given me the American standardized version of her review guides.

The week of our exams starting on a Monday was said to be worse than last years exams. Monday was Transfiguration-which we had to turn a teapot into a tortoise. Charms wasn't as bad, but I did have to perform a Cheering Charm that I overdid on Ron. He had to be led to another room to have it cancelled before he could take his exam.

Tuesday wasn't any better. In fact it was worse. Care was easy, we had to keep a flobberworm alive. Potions was to brew Confusion Concoction. Snape was breathing down everyone's neck-except the Slytherins. I almost screwed up but I remembered to add the right ingredient at the last minute. Then a late night with Astronomy.

Wednesday was the easiest day. I scribbled what I could for History of Magic-which half was listening and most was guessing. And was passable in Herbology. How Hermione and Neville manage to do this class without getting bit, stung, chewed at or spit on was beyond me. In Divination, on Thursday, Ron and I made something up about a Hippogriff flying away. We thought it was hilarious-as did Alyssa and Hermione that everyone but maybe a couple of students made things up just to pass. Defense was by far the best exam I have ever taken. Even Alyssa and the rest of the Seventh year students were impressed that we had such an interesting exam.

It was an obstacle course of dark magical creatures which included wading across a deep paddling pool containing a grindylow, surprisingly we didn't have to swim. There was a series of potholes full of Red Caps. that I narrowly evaded. They tried chasing me and slicing me up. Evil little creatures. Squishing my way across a patch of marsh I tried ignoring the misleading directions of a Hinkypunk. Which somehow out of pure luck, I made it through. Then climbing into an old trunk and battle a Boggart-that was the most interesting one because mine turned into a Dementor like I had practiced with Prof Lupin for a week to conquer the spell.

With exams finally over, we had a week left before the term was over. Alyssa was preparing for the upcoming summer. With me off to America and she off to finish her training. She was anticipating a letter from St. Mungo's for her acceptance into Healer school. I was even getting ready for the summer in America. Never having been able to go anywhere but Surrey and Hogwarts. I was excited. Alyssa had Sirius set me up with a Passport and a new wardrobe of Muggle style clothes.

I was sitting in the Common Room with Hermione and Ron-who was busy trying to teach Lavender how to play Wizards Chess. Which she was failing at until she complained and then she started to win. I chuckled watching them. I wondered how long their relationship was going to last. Turning my eyes toward Hermione, she was buried in a book. Like usual, but I could tell she was tense by how she was sitting beside me.

Looking down at our entwined hands, we had them buried far into the couch cushions. Where Ron wouldn't be able to see it. It was weighing heavily on our minds how we were going to tell him, b ut with him dating Lavender, we were sure that he wouldn't be angry about it. But who know about how he would actually handle it. According to Hermione, Ron and the emotional range of a teaspoon.

The portrait hole opened to reveal Prof McGonagall. Heads whipped around to see her walk briskly toward us. She stopped short with a frown on her face. Something wasn't right. Why would she be unhappy when the end of the term was approaching.

"Potter, if you will follow me." I looked my friends who all shrugged. Even Lavender shook her head at me. Getting up, I shot Hermione a look before following McGonagall out the portrait hole. She led me down the stairs, toward the Headmaster's office. A ball of lead settled in my stomach.

Coming to face the Gargoyle, "Lemon Drops," she said. Taking a step onto the stone staircase, I followed up her up the tower to the Headmaster's office. In front of the door we didn't have to wait long before it opened for us. Stepping into the room, Dumbledore conjured a chair for me. I took a seat and McGonagall left the room on her own accord. She left me alone with this sodding bastard.

Looking at me, he smiled benignly. Like he was up to something. I really wish Alyssa was here with me to help volley the questions that I was sure were to come. We sat there in silence for a few long minutes before he finally spoke.

"Lemon Drop?"

"No thank you." I replied.

"Very well….Now Mr. Potter we need to discuss your summer."

"What about my summer, Professor?" I asked intrigued.

"Despite Alyssa being your guardian you still need to go back to your relative this summer." he said gauging my reaction.

There was no way in Hell I was going back to my Aunt and Uncles. I had a home at Potter Manor with Alyssa, Sirius and Remus. I lived in utter Hell for years being abused, starved and neglected because of who I am. The magic that flowed through my views was far more powerful that I would ever know and the Durselys hated that. They were in fear of everything that had to do with my world.

I sat there eyeing him with a the barest trace of a death glare. I wasn't going to let him know that his words affected me. I didn't care what his reasonings were but I wasn't going back.

"I'm sorry Professor, I am not going back to my relatives house." I said quickly.

He raised an lone eyebrow at me and leaned forward on his desk. "Oh, and why not Mr Potter? You must go.."

"I understand that I must go but I am not going." I replied not giving him the reason real.

"Now, let's see reason Mr Potter. I told you that you must go back to your relatives for your protection."

"Yes, but you didn't tell me why I have to go back. You automatically assume that I would listen to you now. I know the reason about the Board Meeting." I said scathingly. The look of surprise on his face was priceless.

"I haven't a clue what you're talking about Mr. Potter." he snipped averting his eyes.

"Don't you? You're the Headmaster who is in charge of this school. The only reason why I'm still here is because of heritage." I shot back.

What in Merlin's name had gotten into me? I was never this spiteful, but after all the information that I recently learned, my anger that I had suppressed around him started to bubble up. This could get back quickly. I wish now that Prof McGonagall stayed.

"No, I don't." his eyes narrowed at me. Long gone was the grandfather type he portrayed himself to be. "Now, I will ask you again. What are your plans for the summer?"

"That's my business, isn't it?" I asked as politely as I could muster. I see now why Alyssa started to hate being summoned to his office. "I won't be on school grounds…"

"That makes no matter!" he banged his fist on the desk. "If Death Eaters find you they will harm you...even kill you Mr Potter."

This was his tactic to scare me. I wasn't fazed in the least. Death was his biggest factor to reel me in. Death Eaters were only in Britain. Not in America where I would be the first half of summer. Maybe the second half, but I would be at Potter Manor-it was unplottable.

Looking into his eyes, I knew that he could take a glimpse into my mind. Alyssa had informed me one night. So she sent a note to Sirius to try and find a blocker. It was a nifty tool to wear to block out unwanted guests. It would help protect me until I learned Occlumency. Oh, the things I could say to him. But if I did, I would be jeopardizing the information that Alyssa had confided in me with. Looking at Dumbledore now, I guessed it had been him to lay the Suppression Spell on myself and Alyssa.

From what everyone had told me and from what I had read about the night our parents died, there were only three adults present. Dumbledore, Hagrid and Sirius. Hagrid wasn't allowed to do magic. Sirius was far too loyal to our parents. So that left Dumbledore. The thought send anger rolling over my skin. It was like small pinpricks seeping into my skin.

"Death Eaters couldn't find me at Privet Drive, what makes you think where I am going will they find me where I am going?"

"Oh, so it's a place. Tell me Mr Potter, where exactly?"

"I told you Professor, where I am going this year is my business." He was trying to glean information from me, I felt the blocker that I was wearing begin to warm up. He was trying to probe my mind! Wasn't this illegal? "Maybe if you tell me why I need to go to my relatives, I might consider talking to Alyssa about it. She won't be happy…"

"Mr Potter, like I've said before; it's for your protection."

"Yes, I get that, but why…."

"Because of what your mother did for you!" he said getting worked up.

"What did she do?" I asked. I know she had died for me, but what else was there?

"Her blood protects you. There are wards around the house on Privet Drive that will keep you safe from Voldemort and his followers…."

"Now, Headmaster that wasn't so hard was it?" I asked finally getting something out of him. I would have to ask Alyssa what he meant by it.

"I've given something, you give me something." he countered.

"Far away to camp." was all I said.

"And what camp is that? It can't be here in Magical Britain…."

"It's a Muggle camp. A place where Death Eaters don't go. I'm sure Voldemort's ideals don't spread that far…."

I watched as the Headmaster eyes begin to twinkle again. I knew that I had said enough but not enough that he would be able to understand what I was talking about. For all he knew, I was actually going to a Muggle camp somewhere far off from Britain.

"I'm not sure sending you out of the country is the best thing Mr Potter. I am aware that Alyssa is your guardian and sister it is not a safe idea. I should speak to her about it."

"I highly doubt she will give you anything." I blurted. Then snapping my mouth closed. I needed to get out of here. "Headmaster, it's almost time for dinner, might I be dismissed?"

"Yes….yes…" he waved me off. He must have come to the conclusion I wasn't going to give him anything. Exiting the room, I hurried down the stone staircase and down the hall before I could take my next breath.

Rushing down the corridor, I bypassed several students that were milling around the hallways. Up the stairs I went. I ignored the greetings that I was getting from the other students that were on the staircase. Skidding to a halt before the Portrait door, I gave the password before climbing in. Scrambling through, I came to my feet and looked around the circular room. Seeing Hermione and Alyssa, I motioned for them to come over.

Both of them looked intrigued by my urgency but hurried over. Alyssa must have know that something was up and cast a Privacy Charm around us. Pocketing her wand, she turned back to me expectantly.

"Dumbledore had me in his office and was trying to figure out where i was going for the summer hols…" I said quickly. Her eyes narrowed quickly and she took a deep breath.

"Oh Harry…." Hermione breathed.

"What did you tell him?" she asked.

"I was going to a camp this summer. He demanded I go back to my relatives. That when mum gave her life to save mine that there was some kind of protection around the house that protected me during the summers from being found…Is that true?"

She chewed on her lower lip, "I'm not sure. I've heard of things like that. It came up in Defense, but I can look it up. Or have someone do it for us."

"Alyssa," I paused and took a deep breath, "I told him I was going far enough away that Voldemort's followers wouldn't' find me."

She hissed and covered her head in her hands…"Prongs, I love you dearly but really? He knows you won't be in Britain this summer. Did you tell him it was Muggle or Magical camp?"

"Muggle…."

She sighed in relief, "Well that's good..there are literally thousands of Muggle Summer camps all over the world."

"She's right, Harry. I mean, if not in Britain, then you could easily be going to France or Italy this summer." Hermione added giving me a soft smile. I returned it and looked back at Alyssa who was busy thinking..

"Then once this term is over, I need to get you to America. I'll have someone set us up an International Portkey. We may be jumping from Paris after all."

"Why Paris? I mean, there are Death Eaters there too?"

"There are," she agreed, "but this is a way to confuse him. He's going to be spying on us. Watching to see where we're taking you. I mean if we have too we can take the Muggle route and fly to America."

"Flying takes about eight to nine hours, but Portkey takes about three...but if he's following us then we may have to fly. And I know you don't have a passport. Hell, neither do I. I took an International Portkey to get here. Damnit, something else our lawyer has to do…" she cursed and sighed.

"Alyssa, if we have to fly, then we fly. I don't really care. We fly there and you Portkey back here. He can't follow that, can he?"

"Shouldn't. While you're there, you're protected by the American Ministry of Magic and they don't operate like the British version does." she said a bit too smugly.

I could have rolled my eyes at her. Yes, another reason why other Ministries work better than ours. Ours was faulty with Pureblood bureaucracy instead of diplomats that wanted to take care of its people.

Today was the day of Buckbeak's execution. Ron, Hermione and I strolled out of the Castle when we heard as sharpening noise. Passing by the executioner, we glared at him before heading our way down the bridge toward Hagrid's hut. Following Hermione's quick step, we came to the end of the bridge and through the stone house that led onto the grounds. Ahead of us we saw three persons watching Hagrid's hut.

Hermione, the ever logical one spotted who it was and took off down the hill. Leaving Ron and I chasing her.

"You foul, loathsome cockroach!" she hollered her wand at his throat.

"Hermione, no!" Ron and I shouted at her. Neither of us wanted to interfere. Hermione, when angry was mental. She and Malfoy stared down at each other before she finally lowered her wand. He smirked and looked at his friends like he had won. She turned around like she was going to walk off then turned back around and nailed him square in the nose. He collapsed whining and he and his two friends rushed him back toward the castle.

I was in amazement at my girlfriend. Here she was hitting our enemy like it was nothing. I was impressed and proud of her. Her sheepish look told me that she hadn't planned it but it made her feel good anyway. Following her to the edge of the hill to where the stairs were; we stopped and watched as the blade begin to rise into the air. Slowly, it rose until it reached the sky and as slowly as it rose it fell quickly…

Meanwhile in Hogwarts Castle...

Alyssa POV

Coming out of the Gryffindor tower, I moseyed my way through the castle. I had a week left and the invitations had been sent out. Even one to my mother-who I was sure wouldn't come at all. Merlin help me if she did. Heading down to the kitchens, I had a hankering for ice cream. I know it wasn't healthy but I figured why not. I was going to be spending my time losing all the weight off during the last month of my Auror training.

Coming to the large portrait of fruit, I reached down to tickle the pear when something black covered my head. Fighting, I tried to pull my attacker off me. I was dragged down a flight of stairs and I know that I was being dragged to the dungeons. Close to the Slytherin Common Room. I was led down another small flight of stairs and the smells from where I was was musty and dank. I could hear water dripping somewhere and I knew I was in the bowels of the castle.

Suddenly, we stopped moving and I could hear something creaking. Like a door opening. Merlin, what now. Throwing me into the room, I landed against the wall and smacked my head hard enough that I saw stars.

"Stupefy" I heard someone mutter and the world went black.

Meanwhile in London…

HarryW POV

I, alone, was dreading this. It was another holiday and my family and I were to step on to the balcony in a few short minutes to wave to the crowd. The whole of my family was here. Everyone sitting around and talking quietly before we greeted the crowds below us.

Pacing the room, I wished to be in Scotland with Alyssa. I woke this morning with a bad feeling and I couldn't shake it for the whole day. The longer the day went the worse that feeling became. It was a sense of foreboding. I couldn't shake it still. No matter how hard I tried. I wrote to her earlier but haven't received a response. Now, I was in the ornate room pacing. The only person to notice something off center was my brother, Will. He kept a strange eye on me but said nothing.

The clock chimed and I whipped my head around to see it. We had another ten minutes till it was time. As I walked over to the window, the room spun and went dark….

ProngsPOV

Hermione gasped lightly as the axe landed on the Buckbeak's neck. We didn't see it but we heard the noise. Throwing herself in my arms, Ron awkwardly patted her on the shoulder. The grim situation making things worse.

Letting go of me a few minutes later, we slowly made our way down the steps to Hagrid's hut. As we reached the bottom, I was increasingly worried about Hermione, then Hagrid. How was he taking all this? It wasn't his fault. We stood around and looked at each other. No one wanted to be the one to knock on Hagrid's door. Suddenly we heard a screeching sound and saw a form of a rat rush by.

"Scabbers!" Ron shouted chasing the rat.

"See, Ron. I told you Crookshanks was innocent!" Hermione called as we chased Ron around the hut and into the forest. A place that we knew we weren't supposed to go. Grumbling, I dodged over tree branches and thankfully Ron was a redhead. We could keep up with him in the glowering darkness of the forest.

Apparently Ron was much faster than we anticipated because we lost him for a moment. Hermione and I rushed toward what we thought was the right direction. Finding him a minute later, he was sitting on the ground under the Whomping WIllow grasping a wiggling Scabbers. The dangerous tree hadn't noticed him yet which wa a relief, but once it did it would start fighting with us.

"RON!" I shouted skidding to a stop.

"Harry! Behind you!" he screamed pointing to something behind Hermione and I. Slowly we turned around and saw a huge shaggy black dog. What was Sirius doing here?

"Sirius," I placed my hands up and talked calmly, "what are you doing the grounds? Alyss will have you in a flea bath if she knew you were here…"

He leaped toward us and Hermione and I fell backwards. Hitting the ground hard. Sirius lunged for Ron and jerked him by the ankle and dragged him through a hole under the Whomping WIllow. Chasing him, I tried grabbing his hand to no avail. His screams were loud enough that we could hear him through the hole.

"Harry….." I heard Hermione say. Turning to look back at her she was looking up at the sky. Glancing as well I saw the tree wake up. We ducked as a branch came at us. I stood up hoping to miss it as it was swinging toward me. Not such luck. It smacked me hard on the stomach and threw me. I lost my glasses and looked around the world blindly.

Suddenly, I heard Hermione screaming for her life. Looking up, I saw a fuzzy outline of my girlfirend flying on a tree branch. Fumbling around for my glasses, I found them as soon as I put them back on, she came flying toward me. Grabbing my shirt, she held on while the branch took her and myself flying through the air. With quick prescience she slung me through the hole and I rolled and fell hard onto my chest. Seconds later, she screamed and she rolled through the hole as well. Landing on top of me.

Getting my feet, I helped her up and she clutched my hand tightly. "Where does this go?" she grimaced hobbling.

"I think I know…"

Back in London….

Will-W POV

I watched as my brother collapsed onto the floor without any explanation. Rushing to him, I tuned out the screams of my family and begun to shake him. Maybe he simply passed out? It happens sometimes with people, but we were wizards and simply passing out normally mean something more.

"What is wrong with him?"

"Why can't you wake him?"

"William, wake him up!"

I looked back at my family and shook my head. I was at a loss. I had no clue what happened. Out my brother and myself, I wa the one who used magic the least. He loved being able to use magic. It became more pronounced when he met Alyssa Potter. He was in love with her and one day, I feared, he would turn his back on the Muggle world just to be with her.

A man appeared before us and whipped out my wand. I don't care if I didn't use magic, I was prepared to protect and defend them. Holding it toward the man who must have been under a Disillusionment Charm, he held up his hands and looked at all of us.

"Hold up mate. I'm gonna reach in my robes and pull out my card, eh?" he said. I nodded at him and watched as he pulled a small white card from the pocket of his robes.

"Accio card." the card snatched from his hands and flew into mine.

Michael Pehnam

Auror

British Ministry of Magic

"You're from the Ministry?" I asked skeptically.

"I am. I've been here under watch since you and your brother graduated Hogwarts, your Highness." he said. "Fudge's orders."

"Now, if you will ; may I take a look at your brother?" he asked and I nodded my head. Lowering my wand, I kept it on him but barely.

He walked over to Harry and knelt down. Pulling his wand out, he looked at me and I nodded in permission. Running a set of spells over him, he shook his head. " I don't know your Highness. Was he fine this morning?"

"He was. He's been worried about something. I can tell because he's normally not this quiet."

"Yo-you don't think it has something to do what that bond he has, do you?" my stepmother asked.

"Bond? What bond?" Auror Penham asked.

"My brother has a soul bond with someone who is at Hogwarts now…."

"Ah, Lady Potter. I've been briefed." he said giving a tight smile. "Go on…"

"And it's new, could this be a result?" I asked.

"Not sure, I'm just an Auror. But if I had to guess-and I'm guessing. Whatever happened to her magically backfired on him. I'm sure physical ailments don't bother him."

"No, I know Alyssa sprained her knee during her Defense NEWTS and it didn't affect him." I confirmed.

"Well I can look into it, but the only thing I can tell you is that when the spell wears off on her, it will wear off on him." Auror Pehman said coming to his feet.

"He has to be there for the greeting." the Queen said. We all turned to her and Auror Pehman shook his head at her.

"I'm sorry your Majesty. He's out for the moment. I can glamour someone to look like him for a while, but it won't last long…" he said.

A trumpet from outside sounded to our attention. Everyone turned and looked at the door. I sighed and looked at my family, "Auror Pehman is right. Neither of us can wake Harry. So we will have to use a glamour for someone. From a distance, no one is going to know."

"Oh, all right…." she said snippily, "just make it quick."

Auror Pehman turned to me, "How are your Glamour Charms…."

Under the Whomping Willow….

Prongs POV

We followed a dark and dank pathway under the Whomping Willow. Clutching Hermione's hand, I heard her whimper several times. She was truly terrified. Coming to a rickety flight of stairs, I turned and looked ather with an uneasy feeling. This must be the only way out. Shrugging her shoulders, I led her up the staircase. Poking my head through the trap door, I climbed up and reached down to help Hermione.

Coming to ur feet, we looked around saw another flight of stairs. "We're in the Shrieking Shack…" she muttered.

Grabbing her hand again, I led her up the stairs and as we reached the top we heard moaning whimpering. RON! Hurrying our steps, we came to the top and through the doorway was Ron sitting on a chair with Scabbers in his hands.

Blood around him as his legs was torn apart. He was alive and that was all that matter. At least for now. Rushing in the room, Hermione and I went to him, but Ron stopped us short.

"It's...Sirius…" he gasped pointing at the door that we didn't see. Turning back, Hermione stood before me and shielded my body with hers.

"Sirius, what are you doing here!" I asked watching him. There wa s mad look in his eyes and that feeling of dread came back to me. I wish I could read him but I couldn't. I could only watch and see what would happened.

Then Hermione said something I didn't see coming. "If you want to kill Harry, you'll have to go through us!"

I looked at her with shock. Maybe she didn't know the whole story about Sirius…Of course she didn't. I hadn't told the whole story yet.

"I'm not here to kill him. I don't want him you silly girl. I want that RAT!" he shouted lunging toward us. Blocking him with our bodies, we pushed him back toward the door.

"Scabbers! What do you want him for?!" Ron exclaimed.

Palming my wand, I held it toward my Godfather. He was mad! Those years in Azkaban has done something to his mind. Scabbers was just a rat. An ordinary rat. Wasn't he? I turned back to look at the rat that had been in my dorm for these past three years and wondered why now..

The door burst open and Prof Lupin stormed in. His eyes as wild as Sirius'. They looked at each other and embraced. "I found him Remus. He's here. In this very room!"

"I know...I know...we will take care of him!" Remus assured Sirius. "We need to wait and tell Harry why this is happening…."

I recalled the conversation we had the first time I met Sirius. How he explained that he didn't betray my parents. That he forced them to change their Secret-Keeper to Peter Pettigrew….that Peter was an Animagus. That he was a rat, like…..

Scabbers.

I turned slowly at Ron and looked at his fearful face to the rat that he clutched in his hands. No, it couldn't be? Could it? Could that rat that's been with the Weasleys be Peter Pettigrew? The same one that turned my parents over to Voldemort? That supposedly died twelve years ago resulting in the arrest and imprisonment of Sirius Black. But if this was indeed Peter PEttigrew, I could see how he escaped.

"Ah, I see that Harry has figured it out…" Sirius said with a touch of pride. "Took you quite a long time…."

"Harry, what is he talking about?" Hermione whispered urgently tugging me back to reality.

"That-rat-is Peter, isn't it?" I demanded looking at Uncle Moony and Sirius.

Hermione gasped and looked back forth between me and the adults. Her own mind piecing together the puzzle that I had just now solved.

"You mean that Scabbers is Peter Pettigrew? No, that can't be!" Ron wailed.

"Oh, but it is Mr. Weasley." Uncle Moony said. "He's a simple garden rat. No rat can live that long."

"Come out Peter!" Sirius called. "Come out, come out!"

Everyone one of us stood in amazement when the rat jumped from Ron's hand and made a beeline toward the door. Sirius and Uncle Moony were aiming their wands at him trying to make him come back to a full grown man. They jerked around the room always aiming wrong until the rat jumped through a hole and they simultaneously aimed the spell; hitting him in the back.

What shocked us all was that a rat quickly transformed from an animal to a human. He was dirty, dingy and large. Sniffing around like he was still a rat. His clothes were torn in several places and his overall appearance was foul.

I watched as he turned and looked around the room. His nose still sniffing the air. Catching a glimpse of Uncle Moony and Sirius, his face contorted into something hideous. He smiled and reached for them. They dodge his hands and tucked around the piano.

"Sirius? Remus? My old friends…"

"HA! Friends? Is that what we are to you Peter?" Sirius asked with malice.

"Of course we were friends Sirius. How could we not be?" he asked

"You BETRAYED James and Lily to Voldemort!" Sirius shouted pointing his wand at him. Remus copied him. Both men were angry. I mean, beyond angry.

Peter began to cower at the accusations that were being thrown his way. "I was weak. What would you have done Sirius?"

"I would have died than betray the people I love!" he shouted at Peter again.

Then Peter turned himself toward me. Sniffing and giving me a manic grin, he reached toward me and collapsed to his knees. His foul hands touching and grabbing at my shirt. "Harry Potter...please you..please you must understand!"

"GET. OFF. ME!" I stepped back quickly and he fell onto his face. Looking at Sirius and Uncle Moony, they had their wands on Peter. With a flick of his head, Sirius motioned for me to move aside. Rushing back to a scared Hermione and an injured Ron, she grabbed my hand and we watched the scene unfold.

Sirius and Uncle Moony were cowering over Peter. I knew they were going to kill him. But what would that prove, besides Sirius's innocence? That would save us a lot of time, wouldn't it? Part of me wished him dead. Really, it did. But the other half of me wished him to suffer as I had. Suffer for years of abuse and neglect.

"Stop!" I cried stepping forward.

Uncle Moony sighed, "Harry, this is the man that betrayed…"

"I know what he's done. But we'll take him to the castle and let the Dementor's have him…."

"Yes," Hermione spoke up. "Their kiss is worse than death. It sucks your soul from your body."

Both me looked at me and agreed. As we climbed out of the hole of the Whomping Willow, I knew instantly something was wrong. Standing in the clearing, Remus had his wand pointed at Peter while Sirius was helping Ron to sit down. The moonlight peeking through the clouds long enough to make bad things happen.

"LOOK!" Hermione cried pointing at the moon. I looked at her in confusion but in seconds it all begun to make sense.

Uncle Moony moaned and dropped his wand and a howling wrapped itself around the clearing. His eyes begun to change color as his own body started to contort to a different form. Sirius rushed to him. Holding him up and whispering something about a potion. He tried talking to Uncle Moony but to no avail.

The change kept coming. Was he animagus? Then I looked at Hermione who shook her head no. Like she had read my mind. He wasn't, but Sirius was. We continued to watch in horror as Uncle Moony's body begun taking a particular form. A form we had studied in class.

Werewolf.

Uncle Moony was a werewolf. Fear raced down my spine. Every nerve in my body was alight and I begun to panic. Grabbing Hermione and Ron, we huddled together while a spectacular fight began between Uncle Moony and Sirius, who by then, had changed back into his dog form.

Uncle Moony slung Sirius against a tree but he came back and nipped at Uncle Moony who chased him away from us. Sighing, I rushed from Ron and Hermione to help Sirius. This didn't go as planned because once Uncle Moony ran off I followed Sirius.

Needless to say, the next little while was quite fuzzy. I don't remember much of it except that Sirius and I almost died from Dementors and someone saved us.

When I woke up, I was in the Infirmary. Hermione was sitting beside me and Ron was nowhere to be found. Sitting up, she handed me my glasses. I thanked her and slipped them on. Ron was there...just in a bed himself with a bandage wrapped around his foot.

"What….happened?" I asked groggy.

"They found you and Sirius by the small lake in the forest. He's been captured by the Ministry." she said her eyes full of sorrow. "Harry, I'm sorry."

"We have to rescue him!" I cried getting up from the bed.

"How Harry? I mean, it's the Ministry." Ron expressed.

"I don't know!" I groaned running my hands over my face. Just as we were getting agitated, the doors to the Infirmary opened and in walked Dumbledore. My eyes widened as he strolled in looking quite pleased with himself.

We all looked at each other as he came to a stop before us. Ron and Hermione knew about my animosity toward the Headmaster so this was a surprise that he would even be here.

"Mr Potter you seem to be in a predicament." Dumbledore smiled benignly at us.

"Yes, we are…" Hermione said slowly eyeing him carefully.

"Well, I think I might have a solution for that." He said pulling something from his robes. In his hands, he produced a long gold necklace. At the end of it was a small charm. Curiously I looked it and wondered what it was. Hermione gasped, her hands covering her mouth.

"This is a time turner. It will allow the wearer to travel back in time. Just like with all time traveling, you must not be seen. This is an opportunity for you to go back a few hours ago and save Buckbeak and Sirius." He told us eyeing us carefully.

Handing it to Hermione, he nodded at the both of us. I wondered in my mind what his deal was. This was unlike Dumbledore. Part of me wanted to turn him do but the lure of saving Sirius was too great. I knew this was going to backfire on me. "Three turns should do it, Miss Granger."

He turned and left the room. Turning back to Hermione, she shook her head at us. Looking at Ron, she sighed to him. "Ron, since you're injured, you won't be able to go."

Swinging it around my neck, she turned the hourglass. How did she know what do? I looked at her in pure amazement. Suddenly, the world around me started to spin and time moved backward. I watched as the Infirmary emptied of everyone-as they were at dinner.

The spinning stop and Hermione took off the necklace around my neck and we raced out of the Infirmary…

Rewind time three hours….

This time when we got back to the Infirmary, Sirius had flown away with Buckbeak promising to meet back up at Potter Manor. This time he promised that he wouldn't leave again unless he was in disguise.

Sitting in the Infirmary, we were talking to Ron about our good luck when Dumbledore walked in asking for the Time Turner. Hermione took it off her hand and gingerly handed it back to him. Against my better judgement, we, including myself, thanked him for what he did for Sirius.