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The group soon discovered that Scabbers was indeed missing. However, they also found out that there had been a misunderstanding about the start of classes. "I thought classes were starting on the 4th," Ron said, confused.
Draco chuckled. "No, it's on the 6th. The 4th is a Saturday, remember?"
The group realized that the holidays were over, but they still had a few days before classes started. They decided to make the most of it and continue their investigation.
The next day, Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Neville decided to visit the third floor corridor to meet Fluffy. They also invited Draco to join them. "I'll show you the way," Harry said, pulling out the original Marauders Map.
"This is amazing!" Neville exclaimed, his eyes wide with wonder. "How does it work?"
Harry explained, "It's a magical map that shows you the entire castle and everyone in it. It was a gift from Fred and George Weasley."
Draco's eyes lit up with interest. "I've heard of the Weasley twins. They're quite famous for their pranks."
After checking the coast to make sure it was empty, the group cautiously made their way towards the third floor corridor. Harry used the secret passages he had discovered, which were not on the original Marauders Map but on the new map he had created, which he called the "New Marauders Map."
As they entered the third floor corridor, they could hear the distant growling of Fluffy. "Shh, be quiet," Harry whispered, his eyes scanning the area. "We don't want to wake Fluffy up like this. "
Harry approached Fluffy, who was fast asleep, his three heads resting on the floor. Harry slowly petted him and began to sing a soft, melodious tune. Fluffy's ears perked up, and he slowly opened his eyes. He saw Harry and immediately licked his face, causing Harry to chuckle.
"Okay, Fluffy, calm down," Harry said, laughing.
Then Harry signaled to the others to come closer. "It's okay, Fluffy's friendly," he said.
As Ron, Hermione, and Neville approached, Fluffy's tails wagged excitedly, and he licked their faces, happy to see them again. However, when he saw Draco, Fluffy's expression changed, and he let out a low growl.
Draco took a step back, looking frightened by the three-headed dog. "Ah, I think I'll just stay back here," he said, his voice shaking slightly.
But Harry quickly intervened, petting Fluffy and speaking softly to calm him down. "It's okay, Fluffy, he's a friend," Harry said.
Fluffy's growling subsided, and he looked at Draco with a more curious expression. Draco, too, relaxed, taking a step forward to join the others.
After playing with Fluffy for a little while, the group sat down together. Harry then asked Fluffy if he had seen Scabbers. Fluffy responded with a series of barks and whines, which only Harry could understand.
"No, Fluffy hasn't seen Scabbers," Harry said, scratching Fluffy behind the ears.
After one last round of petting, the group said their goodbyes and headed off to their respective dormitories. Everyone slept soundly, except for Harry.
Harry couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. He thought to himself, "Why didn't I think of this before?" He got out of bed and pulled out the original Marauders Map.
"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good," Harry said, and the map sprang to life.
Harry started searching for Scabbers, but no matter where he looked, he couldn't find him. Just as he was about to give up, he said, "Marauders forever!" He didn't know why he said it, but something compelled him to.
As soon as he spoke the words, a new name appeared on the map. Harry's eyes widened in shock as he saw the name: Peter Pettigrew (Wormtail).
"But that's impossible!" Harry exclaimed. "Peter Pettigrew is supposed to be dead! Sirius killed him, didn't he?" Harry's mind was racing with questions. If Peter Pettigrew was alive, then that meant Sirius was innocent all along, right? And if Sirius was innocent, then why had he escaped from Azkaban now?
Harry immediately grabbed his invisibility cloak and followed the Marauders Map through the Hogwarts corridors. He reached the place where Peter's name was, but there was no one there. Harry's eyes scanned the area, but he was alone.
He came back to his dorm, his mind racing with questions. "Maybe the map is wrong," he thought to himself. "Peter is dead, after all." But Harry couldn't shake off the feeling that he wanted Sirius to be innocent. "But only one of them can be true, right?" he thought, his mind tangled in a web of confusion.
Harry drifted off to sleep, his mind still reeling with questions. He opened his eyes to find himself in their secret dreamland, where he was standing next to Ginny.
"Hey, Ginny," Harry said, taking her hand. "I had the craziest night. I was looking at the Marauders Map, and I saw Peter Pettigrew's name on it. But he's supposed to be dead, right?"
Although Harry and Ginny discussed the mystery of Peter Pettigrew's name on the Marauders Map, all their theories seemed to lead to dead ends. They couldn't come up with a logical explanation for why Peter's name would appear on the map if he was indeed dead.
"There's only one conclusion," Harry said, sighing. "The map is wrong. Maybe it's because of its age - it was made almost 15 years ago."
Ginny nodded in agreement. "Yes, that's possible. But it's still weird that it would show Peter's name."
Since there seemed to be no point in continuing their discussion, Harry and Ginny decided to explore the limits of their dreamland. They knew that they could change things in their dream, but they weren't sure to what extent.
"Let's see," Harry said, grinning mischievously. "I imagine a candlelight date."
As soon as Harry spoke the words, the dream scene around them changed. They found themselves in a beautifully set up candlelit dinner, complete with fine china and elegant dresses.
Ginny gasped in delight. "Wow, Harry, this is amazing!"
After the romantic candlelight date in their dreamland, it was time for Harry and Ginny to wake up. The next morning, January 5th, Harry gathered his friends Hermione, Ron, Neville, and Draco in the a room.
"I have something to tell you all," Harry said, his eyes serious. "I was looking at the Marauders Map last night, and I saw something weird. Peter Pettigrew's name was on it."
Ron's eyes widened in surprise. "That's impossible! Peter's dead, isn't he?"
Hermione frowned. "But if the map is showing his name, then maybe...just maybe...he's not dead after all."
The group discussed the possibility, but they eventually came to the same conclusion they had before: the map must be wrong.
As they talked, the castle walls loomed outside, surrounded by Dementors who were patrolling the grounds in search of Sirius Black. However, the Dementors were not a problem for the students, as they never entered the castle.
Despite the whole school buzzing with rumors and gossip about Sirius Black's escape, only Harry, Ron, Hermione, Neville, and Draco knew more to the matter - that Sirius might possibly be innocent.
"We have to keep digging," Harry said, determination in his voice. "We have to find out the truth about Sirius and Peter Pettigrew."
Harry received a reply from Nymphadora Tonks in the evening. He motioned to Draco, Hermione, Ron, and Neville to follow him to an empty classroom. Once they were all seated, Harry pulled out the letter and began to read it aloud.
" 'Hello,' " Harry read. " 'Please call me Tonks, I don't like my full name. Ten years ago, I was only 9, so I don't know much about Sirius. But I do remember that he was a good guy.' "
Hermione's eyes lit up with interest. "Go on," she said.
Harry continued reading. " 'I don't know how he could have been Voldemort's right-hand man. It just doesn't seem right.' "
Ron nodded in agreement.
Harry finished reading the letter. " 'If you can get me any proof, I'll do my best to help. And if I find out anything, I'll let you know.' "
Draco spoke up, his voice thoughtful. "It sounds like Tonks is willing to help us. But we need to find some proof first."
Neville nodded. "I think we're on the right track. Let's keep investigating and see what we can find."
The morning of January 6th brought a shocking development. The Daily Prophet's headline read: "Fudge Orders Dementor's Kiss for Sirius Black". Amelia Bones, the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and Dumbledore were deeply concerned. They had been trying to find Sirius and contact him before he got caught, but now the situation had taken a dark turn.
"This is terrible," Amelia said, her voice trembling with worry. "We can't let an innocent man be subjected to a Dementor's kiss."
Dumbledore nodded in agreement. "We must find a way to prove Sirius's innocence before it's too late."
Meanwhile, Harry, Hermione, Ron, Neville, and Draco were in the room, reading the same headline. They all shuddered at the thought of what might happen to Sirius.
"What does it mean by a Dementor's kiss?" Ron asked, his brow furrowed in concern.
Harry and Hermione exchanged a somber glance. "It's worse than death," Harry said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Hermione nodded. "When a Dementor kisses you, it sucks out your soul, leaving you a shell of your former self. It's a fate worse than death."
Ron's eyes widened in horror. "That's...that's terrible. We have to find a way to prove Sirius's innocence before the Dementors catch him."
The first day of classes after the Christmas holidays had finally arrived. As it was a Monday, the first class of the day was Charms, which Harry, Hermione, Ron, Neville, and Draco attended together with the Slytherins. Some of the students still looked amused by the unlikely friendship between Draco and the Gryffindors.
"Can't they see that Draco is our friend now?" Hermione rolled her eyes. "It's been a month already."
Draco smiled wryly. "I'm used to it, Hermione. Don't worry about it."
After the Charms class, Draco bid the others goodbye as the Gryffindors had Herbology with the Hufflepuffs next. The rest of the day passed quickly, with the last class being Double Transfiguration with the Ravenclaws.
As soon as the classes were over, Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Neville headed to the library to dig deeper into the mystery surrounding Sirius Black.
"Let's see what we can find out about Sirius," Harry said, determination in his voice.
"I'll check the old newspapers," Hermione said, already scanning the shelves for relevant books.
"I'll look for any books on the wizarding prison system," Ron said, heading towards the non-fiction section.
Neville nodded. "I'll check the Hogwarts archives. Maybe there's something there that can help us."
Dumbledore called Remus Lupin to his office, and Remus, who had been looking for a job since his return to England to be close to Harry, arrived promptly. As he entered the office, he saw a gathering of familiar faces: Amelia Bones, Dumbledore, McGonagall, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, and even Snape. The atmosphere in the room was tense and serious.
Remus's eyes scanned the room, trying to understand why he had been called. "Why have I been called here?" he asked, his curiosity piqued.
"We weren't going to tell you until we had proof, but now it's necessary," Dumbledore said, his eyes serious.
Remus looked confused. "I don't understand. What's going on?"
McGonagall stepped forward. "In November, Harry had a strange illness called Dream Reality Convergence. To heal him, Snape used Legilimency on him."
Remus's confusion deepened. "And? What does that have to do with me?"
Dumbledore continued, "During the Legilimency, we saw a memory of Harry's when he was one year old. In that memory, we found that Sirius Black was not the secret keeper of the Potters."
Remus's eyes widened, and he collapsed into a chair. "But...but how? Sirius is innocent?" he stammered.
Amelia nodded. "It's possible, if he hadn't planted a fake memory in Harry's mind."
Amelia continued, "Since Sirius didn't even get a trial ten years ago and was directly thrown into Azkaban, it's highly likely that Sirius is innocent."
Remus's face lit up with a burst of happiness. "Sirius, my friend, may be innocent. Not a traitor. I can have my friend back," he exclaimed, his voice trembling with emotion.
Remus then asked, "Why are you telling me this now?"
Mr. Weasley asked, "Haven't you seen the Daily Prophet?"
Remus shook his head, shocked. Amelia showed him the headline: "Sirius Black, if found, is now ordered to receive a Dementor's kiss."
Remus collapsed into the chair again, his face pale. "No...this can't be happening. We have to do something," he said, desperation creeping into his voice.
Dumbledore explained, "We need your help, Remus. You're the only alive person who knows more about Sirius. We need your insight to prove his innocence."
Remus nodded, determination etched on his face. "I'll do whatever it takes. I owe it to Sirius."
The days passed by quickly, with January 7th, 8th, and so on, blending together in a flurry of activity. Meanwhile, Oliver Wood, the Quidditch captain, restarted the Quidditch practice, and the first match of the season was scheduled for January 28th, with Gryffindor facing off against Hufflepuff.
As the Quidditch season heated up, the second match of the season took place on January 12th, with Hufflepuff facing off against Ravenclaw. Harry, Ron, Hermione, Neville, and Draco sat together in the stands, cheering on their favorite teams.
But despite the excitement of the Quidditch season, the five friends were still struggling to find any proof of Sirius's innocence. Every night, Harry would wake up in dreamland and meet Ginny there, and they would discuss ways to find Sirius, but so far, they had come up empty-handed.
As the match between Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw drew to a close, the tension in the stands was palpable. After four hours of intense Quidditch action, Ravenclaw's seeker finally caught the snitch, securing a decisive victory for Ravenclaw.
The final score was 430-150 in favor of Ravenclaw. Harry and his friends cheered and clapped along with the rest of the crowd, but their minds were still preoccupied with the mystery of Sirius Black's innocence.
Every day, Harry would wake up with a sense of worry, wondering if that day's headline would be "Sirius Black Found and Given Dementor's Kiss." But day after day, the headline never came.
As the days went by, the Dementors continued to guard the castle boundaries, their dark presence casting a gloomy shadow over the entire school. Harry couldn't help but feel a bit uncomfortable whenever he thought about the Dementors. Although he had never gotten near one, he couldn't shake off the feeling that they were watching him.
"I don't get it," Harry said to himself. "Dementors are creatures, just like Hippogriffs and Thestrals. I've always been able to understand other creatures' languages somehow...but with Dementors, there's something different."
Harry's mind wandered back to his encounters with other magical creatures. He had been able to communicate with Buckbeak the Hippogriff, and even with the Thestrals, despite their eerie appearance. But Dementors seemed to be in a league of their own.
"Are they even living creatures?" Harry wondered. "Or are they something else entirely?"
As January 28th approached, the weather grew gloomier, with dark clouds and snow flurries. Harry's Quidditch practice schedule was getting busier, leaving him with less time to search for clues about Sirius. But he was grateful to have such loyal friends - Draco, Hermione, Ron, and Neville - who were continuing to research Sirius's case in his absence.
January 28th had finally arrived, and Harry woke up feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. He lay in bed for a moment, thinking about the Quidditch match that was scheduled for that day. Gryffindor was set to play against Hufflepuff, and Harry was determined to catch the Snitch and lead his team to victory.
After getting dressed in his Quidditch robes, Harry gazed into the Marauders Map, searching for any sign of Peter Pettigrew. But just like every day before, Peter's name was nowhere to be found.
"I don't get it," Harry muttered to himself. "I saw his name on the map on January 5th...but maybe the map is just wrong."
Harry pocketed the Marauders Map and headed to the Great Hall for breakfast. The long tables were filled with students, all chatting and laughing as they ate their breakfast. Almost everyone wished Harry good luck as he made his way to the Gryffindor table.
"Good luck, Harry!" Susan Bones, a Hufflepuff student, called out as Harry passed by.
"Yeah, you'll need it," Hannah Abbott, another Hufflepuff student, added with a grin.
Harry smiled and waved, feeling a bit more confident. He sat down at the Gryffindor table with Draco, Hermione, Ron, and Neville.
"Today's going to be a tough match," Harry said, trying to sound confident.
Draco grinned. "You'll do great, Harry. You're the best seeker Gryffindor's got."
Hermione, Ron, and Neville, however, were more concerned about the refereeing. "I don't like that Snape is refereeing instead of Madam Hooch," Hermione said, frowning.
"Yeah, Snape's always been a bit... biased," Ron added.
Neville nodded in agreement. "I don't trust him."
Harry rolled his eyes. "You guys still think Snape is behind the Philosopher's Stone, don't you?"
Draco chuckled. "Come on, Harry. Focus on the match. You can't let Snape distract you."
Hermione shot Draco a warning look. "This isn't a joke, Draco. We need to be careful."
Draco shrugged. "I'm just trying to help, Hermione. Don't get your knickers in a twist."
Ron and Neville snickered at Draco's comment, and the tension at the table was momentarily broken.
In the changing room, Oliver Wood stood before his team, his eyes shining with determination. "Today's match is against Hufflepuff," he began. "Now, I know their team is a bit weak this year, but we can't afford to be complacent. The problem is, today Snape is refereeing."
Harry groaned inwardly, knowing that his teammates were skeptical of Snape's impartiality. Even his own Quidditch team - Oliver, Fred, George, Katie, Alicia, and Angelina - seemed to doubt Snape's intentions. Harry, however, was convinced that Snape was refereeing to protect him, not to hinder him. After all, Harry was certain that it was Quirrell who had jinxed his broom in the last match, not Snape. But his friends believed otherwise, and Harry kept his thoughts to himself.
Oliver continued his speech, his voice ringing out across the changing room. "If there's one match where our chasers need to score fast and soon, it's today's match." He pointed to the chasers - Angelina, Katie, and Alicia. "You three need to be on top of your game today. We need those points, and we need them fast."
Then Oliver turned to Harry. "And you, Harry, need to catch that Snitch as soon as possible. We can't afford to let the match drag on." Harry nodded, his determination growing. He was ready to do whatever it took to win the match.
Finally, Oliver turned to the Beaters, Fred and George. "You two need to act quick today. We need to end this match as soon as possible, and that means you need to be on top of your game. Let's go out there and show them what we're made of!"
In the stands, Draco, Hermione, Ron, and Neville sat together, their eyes fixed on the Quidditch pitch below. Hermione, Ron, and Neville were determined to protect Harry from Snape, who they believed was out to get him.
"If Snape tries to hurt Harry, we'll hurt him," Ron said, his voice low and menacing.
"I'm with Ron," Neville said, his eyes flashing with determination.
Hermione nodded in agreement. "We can't let Snape get away with anything."
Draco, however, was skeptical. "Snape won't hurt Harry," he said, but his words fell on deaf ears.
Just then, Lee Jordan's voice boomed out across the stadium, announcing the arrival of the Hufflepuff team.
"And welcome Hufflepuff team!" Lee exclaimed. "Their captain and beater, Beatrice Haywood, and other beater, Gabriel Truman. Chasers - Juniper Hunt, Teddy Taylor, and Marilyn Brunt. Their keeper, Cyril Meakin, and lastly, their seeker, Alex Sykes."
The Hufflepuff team flew onto the pitch, their badger emblem emblazoned on their robes.
Lee Jordan continued, "And now, please welcome the Gryffindor team! With Captain and Keeper, Oliver Wood. Chasers - Angelina Johansson, Alicia Spinnet, and Katie Bell. Beaters - Fred and George Weasley. And seeker - Harry Potter."
The Gryffindor team flew onto the pitch, their lion emblem emblazoned on their robes. The crowd erupted into cheers as the two teams faced off against each other, ready to begin the match.
The captains of the two teams, Oliver Wood of Gryffindor and Beatrice Haywood of Hufflepuff, shook hands, and Snape, as the referee, raised his wand to begin the match. "Let the game begin!" Snape shouted, and the 14 players flew onto the pitch.
Lee Jordan's voice boomed out across the stadium, his commentary biased towards favouring Gryffindor. "And here we go, folks! The Gryffindor team is looking fierce today! Oliver Wood is leading the charge, and the Gryffindor Chasers are looking sharp!"
Professor McGonagall, who was sitting in the stands, shot Lee a warning glance. "Lee, please try to remain impartial," she reminded him.
Lee grinned. "Sorry, Professor! Can't help but get excited when the Gryffindors are playing!"
The match continued, with the Quaffle being passed between the Gryffindor Chasers. Alicia Spinnet passed the Quaffle to Angelina Johansson, who was ready to score. "And Angelina's got the Quaffle! She's going for the goal... AND SHE SCORES! 10-0 in favour of Gryffindor!" Lee exclaimed.
The match continued, with the Hufflepuff Beaters and the Gryffindor Beaters engaging in a fierce Bludger war. Meanwhile, Katie Bell scored not once, not twice, but thrice. "Katie Bell is on fire! She's scored three goals already! 40-0 in favour of Gryffindor!" Lee shouted.
Professor McGonagall smiled, pleased with the Gryffindor team's performance. "Well done, Gryffindor," she said.
The match continued, with Lee Jordan's commentary providing a play-by-play of the action on the pitch. "And Hufflepuff's Teddy Taylor has got the Quaffle! He's going for the goal... but Oliver Wood is ready for him! He saves the goal, and the Gryffindor crowd goes wild!"
The Hufflepuff captain, Beatrice Haywood, tried to turn the tables by hitting a Bludger at Angelina Johansson, who was now in possession of the Quaffle. But Fred Weasley was ready for her, and he deflected the Bludger with his bat. "And Fred Weasley saves the day! He deflects the Bludger, and Angelina takes advantage of the distraction to score! 50-0 in favour of Gryffindor!" Lee exclaimed.
The match continued, with Katie Bell scoring again to bring the score to 60-0 in favour of Gryffindor. Juniper Hunt tried to score for Hufflepuff, but Oliver Wood was ready for her, and he saved the goal once again. "And Oliver Wood saves again! He's like a brick wall in front of the goal!" Lee shouted.
Alicia Spinnet then scored again for Gryffindor, bringing the score to 70-0. "And Alicia Spinnet scores! She's got the Quaffle, and she's not letting go! 70-0 in favour of Gryffindor, and it's looking like a blowout!" Lee exclaimed.
As the match progressed, Harry Potter waited patiently for the Snitch to appear. He was ready to catch it and end the match, but so far, the Snitch was nowhere to be seen.
The match was going spectacularly, with Gryffindor having already scored 70-0 in just five minutes. The crowd was on the edge of their seats, cheering and chanting for their favorite team. Just then, Harry Potter spotted the golden Snitch flying around the pitch. But to his surprise, the Hufflepuff seeker, Alex Sykes, was oblivious to the Snitch's presence.
"And here comes Harry Potter, diving for the Snitch!" Lee Jordan exclaimed, his voice rising with excitement. "He's got his eyes on the prize, and he's not going to let anyone get in his way!"
But just as Harry was about to catch the Snitch, a strong gust of wind blew across the pitch, making it difficult for him to see. The light snowfall that had been falling earlier was slowly turning into heavy snowfall, and it seemed like a storm was brewing.
"It's getting tough out there, folks!" Lee Jordan shouted above the din of the wind. "The snow is really coming down, and it's making it hard for the players to see! But Harry Potter is not one to give up easily... he's still going for that Snitch!"
The spectators were finding it difficult to watch the match, with the heavy snowfall reducing visibility to almost zero. But they were all cheering and chanting, urging their favorite team on to victory.
As the snowfall grew heavier, the other players on the pitch began to struggle to see clearly. The Quaffle was still in the hands of Angelina Johansson, but even she couldn't see the goal posts clearly. The match had effectively come to a standstill, with none of the players able to see well enough to continue playing.
But Harry Potter was still focused on catching the Snitch. He had spotted it earlier, and he was determined to catch it and end the match. Lee Jordan was still announcing, his voice carrying above the howling wind. "And Harry Potter is still after the Snitch! He's not giving up, folks! He's going to catch that Snitch if it's the last thing he does!"
Just then, Alex Sykes, the Hufflepuff seeker, appeared out of the snowstorm, his eyes fixed intently on Harry. "And Alex Sykes has spotted the Snitch! He's after Harry now, folks! This is it, the final showdown!" Lee exclaimed.
The crowd was on the edge of their seats, cheering and chanting as the two seekers clashed in mid-air. The outcome of the match hung in the balance, and it was anyone's guess who would emerge victorious.
The Snitch was raising high into the clouds, and Alex Sykes had given up the chase, unable to fly in the harsh conditions. But Harry Potter was still after the Snitch, his determination and skill driving him forward. Finally, he caught the Snitch, and the crowd erupted into cheers.
"And he's got it! Harry Potter has caught the Snitch! Gryffindor wins! 220-0, a complete blowout!" Lee Jordan exclaimed, his voice hoarse from shouting.
The crowd was on its feet, cheering and chanting Harry's name. Harry, still high above the pitch, proudly showed off the Snitch, a triumphant grin on his face. The snowfall was growing heavier, but Harry didn't seem to notice, basking in the adoration of the crowd.
But then, without warning, Harry felt a strange, uncomfortable feeling creeping over him. It was a feeling he had experienced before, whenever he saw the Dementors who were guarding the castle in search of Sirius Black. But this time, the feeling was 100 times stronger. The crowd hadn't noticed anything was wrong, but Harry suddenly felt dizzy, as if the Dementors' effect was suffocating him, making him feel like he would never be happy again. But the crowd was still cheering, oblivious to the fact that something was terribly wrong.
In the stands, Draco, Hermione, Ron, and Neville were bouncing up and down, cheering loudly for their friend Harry, who had just caught the Snitch. They were overjoyed, but their celebration was short-lived. Above, Harry was still high up in the sky on his broom, Nimbus 2000.
But then, Harry started hearing voices in his head - "Not Harry, please not Harry" - a voice that sounded like his mother's, begging Voldemort to spare his life in her last moments. The voice was echoing in his mind, again and again. Harry's eyes glazed over, and he felt himself being pulled back into the past.
Unbeknownst to Harry, the Dementors were approaching him, hidden behind the clouds. Draco was the first one to notice them, and he gasped in horror. "Dementors!" he exclaimed, his voice trembling with fear.
The whole crowd gasped as well, and Snape, who was refereeing the match, was alarmed. "What's happening?" Ron exclaimed, his voice trembling with fear.
"It's the Dementors!" Hermione cried, her eyes wide with terror. "They're going to get Harry!"
"We have to do something!" Draco shouted, but it was too late. The Dementors had already surrounded Harry, their dark, hooded figures looming over him like specters.
Harry was helpless, unable to fight them off. He was reliving his mother's last moments, his worst memories. The heavy snowfall was making it difficult for the crowd to see what was happening.
Just then, Dumbledore cast a Patronus Charm, and a large phoenix Patronus appeared from his wand, flying towards Harry and the Dementors. "Expecto Patronum!" Dumbledore exclaimed.
The phoenix Patronus was enormous, its wings beating powerfully as it flew towards the Dementors. The crowd gasped in amazement, and even the Dementors seemed taken aback by the sheer power of the Patronus.
The teachers were alarmed, and many of them began casting their own Patronuses to save Harry. McGonagall cast a Patronus in the form of a large cat, while Sprout cast one in the form of a hedgehog. Even Snape cast a Patronus.
Draco, Hermione, Ron, and Neville were scared to death, watching in horror as the Dementors closed in on their friend. "Harry!" Hermione screamed, her voice hoarse with fear.
But Harry was beyond hearing. He was trapped in his own nightmare, reliving the horrors of his past. The Dementors were feeding on his fear, growing stronger with every passing moment. It seemed as though all was lost.
Harry was feeling dizzier and dizzier, and he was on the verge of passing out. The Dementors had drained him of all his happiness, leaving him a hollow shell. His eyes had glazed over, and he was no longer responding to his surroundings. Just then, Dumbledore's Patronus reached him, and the Dementors started to retreat, fleeing from the powerful magical creature.
"Ah, thank goodness!" Dumbledore exclaimed, his eyes fixed on Harry. "The Patronus has chased the Dementors away!"
The other teachers' Patronuses also started to clear away the Dementors, and the crowd gasped in relief. But Draco, Hermione, Neville, and Ron were still scared to death, their eyes fixed on Harry's limp form.
"Oh no, Harry!" Hermione screamed, her voice hoarse with fear. "He's going to fall!"
Dumbledore's face was etched with worry as he watched Harry's broom being buffeted by the strong winds. Fred and George, and the rest of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, were trying to reach Harry, but the snowstorm was making it impossible.
"No, no, no!" Ron exclaimed, his eyes fixed on Harry's broom. "He's going to crash!"
The whole crowd watched in horror as the wind caught Harry and his broom, sending them tumbling through the air. Hermione screamed as she saw that Harry was almost passed out, unable to control his broom.
"He's going to die!" Neville exclaimed, his voice trembling with fear.
The crowd watched in horror as the wind took Harry and his broom away, straight into the Forbidden Forest. No teacher or anyone was able to do anything, as the snowstorm made it impossible, and Harry was so high up in the sky.
"Oh no, Harry!" Hermione screamed, her voice echoing through the snow storm. "Come back, Harry!"
The crowd was in a state of panic, with everyone shouting and screaming. The teachers were trying to restore order, but it was no use. The storm was too powerful, and Harry was gone.
"We have to do something!" Ron exclaimed, his eyes fixed on the spot where Harry had disappeared.
But it was too late. Harry was gone, lost in the Forbidden Forest, and no one knew if he would ever be seen again.
Harry's vision was blurry, and he was almost passed out. The snowy winds were dragging him away, and he was disappearing from the crowd. He faintly heard the screams and calls of his friends, but they were distant and muffled.
"I've got to... hold on," Harry muttered to himself, his voice barely audible over the howling wind.
He was too weak to control his broom, but he was able to tightly clutch onto it. If he fell from this height, he would be seriously injured or worse, die. The effect of the Dementors was fading at a slight speed, but it was still affecting him.
As he was getting dragged towards the Forbidden Forest, Harry realized that the storm was making it impossible to see anything. Although it was afternoon, the day was all dark, and the forest loomed before him like a black abyss.
Harry faintly opened his eyes, clutching onto his broom, the Nimbus 2000. He was now able to sense that he was proceeding towards the Forbidden Forest, and a sense of dread crept over him.
"What's... happening?" Harry muttered to himself, his voice shaking with fear.
But there was no answer. The storm raged on, and Harry was at its mercy.
At the stadium, Dumbledore's voice boomed out across the grounds, his eyes flashing with a fierce intensity. "All students, please return to the castle immediately!" he announced, his voice brooking no argument.
The students, still shaken by the sudden appearance of the Dementors, quickly scrambled to obey. Dumbledore's face was set in a stern expression, his eyes blazing with fury. He knew that the Dementors couldn't be trusted, and he was determined to take action.
"I will not stand for this!" Dumbledore exclaimed, his voice low and menacing. He quickly wrote out a summons and sent it to Fudge by magic. "I demand that you recall the Dementors at once!" he wrote.
As the teachers approached him, Dumbledore turned to them. "Severus, Minerva, Pomona, Filius, and Hagrid, I want you to stay with me. The rest of you, please escort the students back to the castle."
"Yes, Headmaster," the teachers replied in unison, before turning to lead the students back to the castle. Snape, McGonagall, Sprout, Flitwick, and Hagrid remained behind, their faces set in determined expressions.
McGonagall's eyes were brimming with tears as she turned to Dumbledore. "What about Harry?" she asked, her voice trembling with emotion. She was thinking that she couldn't lose Harry, not after everything they had been through together. She was Harry's honorary grandmother, Gran Minnie, and the thought of losing him was unbearable.
Flitwick, Sprout, and Snape were equally worried, their faces etched with concern. Hagrid, on the other hand, was beyond crying, his eyes red and puffy from unshed tears.
Dumbledore's face was set in a determined expression. "At least we know that Harry has fallen into the Forbidden Forest," he said. "We must go and search for him at once."
But no one wanted to imagine the worst, that falling from such a height would have likely killed Harry, or if not, then there were several creatures in the forest that could kill him. And Harry was just a first-year student, not equipped to deal with the dangers of the forest.
Snape's voice was firm and resolute. "We can't lose hope," he said. "I know Harry is alive. I believe it. He's a strong kid, he'll be safe."
Hagrid nodded in agreement. "Yeah, Harry's got a way with animals. He'll survive."
Dumbledore's eyes swept over the group. "We will need to go into the Forbidden Forest to search for Harry," he announced. "We must be careful, the forest is full of dangers."
He turned to Snape. "Severus, I want you to go back to the castle. We can't leave it unattended."
Snape's eyes narrowed, but he understood what Dumbledore was implying. In their absence, Quirrell might try to steal the Philosopher's Stone. Although they didn't have any proof, something was odd about Quirrell, and Snape was determined to keep an eye on him.
"Yes, Headmaster," Snape replied, before turning to leave.
Inside the castle, Draco, Hermione, Ron, and Neville were with other students approaching their common rooms. But the four were worried to death, their minds consumed by thoughts of Harry's safety. They stopped and discreetly made their way to an empty secret room that they and Harry had discovered a month ago.
As they entered the room, they were about to discuss what to do next when they saw Snape. They four then whispered to each other, wondering why Snape was at the castle instead of searching for Harry.
"I don't trust him," Draco whispered, his eyes narrowed with suspicion. "He's up to something."
"I think you're right, Draco," Hermione said, her voice barely above a whisper. "He must be after the Philosopher's Stone."
"What about Harry?" Neville asked, his eyes wide with worry.
Ron's face was set in a determined expression. "We have to go and search for him ourselves," he said. "In the Forbidden Forest."
Draco paled, but nodded in agreement. Neville's eyes were wide with fear, but he too nodded.
"But what about the stone?" Neville asked, his voice trembling. "Not that it's more important than Harry, but still..."
Hermione's eyes sparkled with determination. "Why don't we divide?" she suggested. "Draco and Neville can go to the third-floor corridor and hide there. Fluffy is our friend... well, Harry's actually, but he knows us too. If Snape comes there, they can let Fluffy attack him."
Draco and Neville agreed, and Ron turned to Hermione. "You and I will go into the Forbidden Forest and search for Harry."
Hermione's eyes were wide with fear, but she nodded. "But how will we get out of the castle unnoticed?" she asked.
Draco's eyes sparkled with a sly smile. "Harry's invisibility cloak," he suggested.
Ron's face lit up with excitement. "Brilliant idea!" he exclaimed.
Then Ron told the others to wait and went to the Gryffindor common room discreetly to bring Harry's invisibility cloak.
Ron made his way to Gryffindor tower, using the secret passages to avoid detection. He entered the boys' dormitory discreetly and was relieved to see that Dean and Seamus were not there. Ron's eyes scanned the room, and he spotted Harry's seven-poster trunk, which Harry had told him once belonged to Harry's mother.
Harry had also confided in Ron that only he and those whom he trusted could open his trunk. But this was the first time Ron had to open it. There were two locks on the trunk, and Ron knew that if he chose the wrong one, he would get blasted to the wall for thieving.
Ron took a deep breath and was about to touch one of the locks when Hedwig, Harry's owl, pecked his hand. Ron looked at Hedwig in surprise and realized that she was trying to help him.
"Thanks, Hedwig," Ron whispered, smiling. He then opened the trunk and grabbed the invisibility cloak. As he did, a sudden idea formed in his mind.
"Hedwig, you can help us find Harry!" Ron exclaimed, his eyes shining with excitement. "You can fly over the Forbidden Forest and help Hermione and me find him!"
As the Dementors' effect was slowly fading, Harry's mind was a whirlpool of memories. Memories of when he was with his parents, when he was just one year old, came flooding back. His mind was a jumble of images, changing every now and then.
One moment, Harry's dad, James Potter, was telling him a story, his voice low and soothing. "And then, the great wizard, defeated the dark wizard, Mulciber," James said, his eyes twinkling with excitement. Harry's eyes were wide with wonder, and he giggled with glee.
The next moment, Harry's mum, Lily Potter, was kissing his forehead and making him go to sleep. "Goodnight, my little Harry," she whispered, her voice soft and gentle. Harry's eyes drooped, and he snuggled into his blanket, feeling safe and loved.
Then, Harry was taking baby steps towards his parents, his little legs wobbly and unsteady. James and Lily cheered him on, their faces beaming with pride. "That's it, Harry! You're walking!" James exclaimed.
But then, the memories turned dark and terrifying.
Harry's dad was yelling at his mum, "Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off!" James was trying to save his wife and son in his last moments, but it was too late. The memories were too much for Harry to bear, and he felt himself being pulled back into the darkness.
Harry's mum was screaming and begging, "Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!" "Stand aside, you silly girl…stand aside, now."
"Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead—"
"This is my last warning—"
"Not Harry!" She screamed with all her might. "Please…have mercy… have mercy…. Not Harry! Not Harry! Please—I'll do anything—" Her voice was hoarse with fear, and her eyes were wild with desperation. Voldemort's voice was cold and menacing, "Avada Kedavra!"
Memories continued to flood Harry's mind, changing every now and then. He remembered trying to eat his mum's silver opal, and his mum's happy laughter. "Now it makes it even more precious to me, Harry," she said, smiling. "It has your teeth marks on it!" Harry's mum was holding him close, her eyes shining with love and amusement.
Another memory emerged, and Harry saw his mum circling a date in the calendar. "October 20th," she said, smiling. His dad, James, looked at her curiously. "Why are you circling that date, Lily?" he asked.
Lily smiled and hugged James instead of answering. "Remember when I was pregnant with Harry?" she said, her eyes sparkling with memories. "How grumpy I used to get? Always wanting to eat things I never wanted before? Always snapping at everyone?" James chuckled, and Lily continued. "And how big my belly was?"
Harry's memories shifted again, and he saw his mum snuggling with him. "You're going to be a big brother, Harry," she said, smiling. "You're going to have a little sister!" Harry's face lit up with excitement in the memory.
The memories kept changing, and Harry saw himself zooming around on his toy broom. He was laughing and shouting with joy, his messy black hair flying behind him. His parents were watching him, smiling and cheering him on.
Memories continued to flood Harry's mind, changing every now and then. He saw his mum, Lily, talking to Peter Pettigrew. "Peter, you're the Secret Keeper," she said, her voice serious. But then, the memories began to fade as the Dementors' effect wore off.
Harry opened his eyes, blinking in the almost null light. He was lying on the ground, on a layer of snow. He was cold, and his body ached from the fall. His Nimbus 2000 was beside him, scratched but unharmed. Harry's memories came flooding back - he remembered catching the Snitch, the Dementors attacking, and something repelling them. He remembered feeling dizzy, and then the snow winds dragging him midair towards the Forbidden Forest.
Harry looked around, taking in his surroundings. Yes, he was sure he was in the Forbidden Forest. The trees towered above him, their branches creaking in the wind. Harry shivered, feeling a sense of unease. He was alone, injured, and lost in the Forbidden Forest.
Harry's mind was still reeling from the memories he had seen due to the effect of the Dementors. He remembered the last words of his parents, and how they had sacrificed themselves to save him. His dad's last words echoed in his mind, "Lily, it's him! Take Harry and run!" And his mum's last words, "Not Harry, please! Kill me, not Harry!" Harry wondered why Voldemort had given his mum the chance to step aside, but it was a question that would have to remain unanswered.
As he sat there, lost in thought, Harry's mind began to wander to the other memories he had seen. He remembered the happy times with his parents, the laughter and the love. He remembered his mum telling him that he was going to be a big brother, and he wondered if it could have been true. Could he have had a little sister, someone to grow up with and share his adventures? The thought was bittersweet, and Harry sighed, feeling a pang of sadness.
"It's not fair," Harry thought to himself, his eyes welling up with tears. "I could have had a family, a real family. I could have had a sister, someone to love and protect." But it was not to be. Voldemort had taken everything from him, leaving him alone and adrift in the world.
Harry's eyes widened as he remembered the last memory of Peter being the Secret Keeper. "This is it," he gasped, his mind racing with the implications. "The answer to my question. Sirius is innocent. Peter was the traitor." Harry's heart swelled with emotion as he thought about his godfather, Sirius. "Padfoot, my godfather, is not a betrayer," he whispered to himself.
But despite the revelation, Harry's mind was still filled with questions. "Why did Sirius escape from Azkaban 10 years later?" he wondered. "Where is he now?" A pang of fear shot through Harry's heart as he thought about the Dementors. "What if they found Sirius before he could prove his innocence?" Harry's heart ached at the thought of Sirius being imprisoned for 10 long years, all because of Peter's betrayal, his mind seething with anger and sadness.
Harry gasped again as he remembered that he had seen Peter Pettigrew's name on the Marauder's Map on January 5th, 23 days ago. He and his friends, including Draco, Hermione, Ron, and Neville, had thought that maybe the map was wrong, because Peter was supposed to be dead. But Harry realized with a start, "Peter must be alive!"
His mind was racing, trying to piece together the clues. "This must be the reason that Sirius escaped," Harry thought. "He must have somehow found out that Peter is alive." But how could Peter be alive? Harry's mind was reeling with questions.
And then, it hit him. His dad, Sirius, and Peter were Animagi, right? He remembered what Uncle Moony had told him. Peter was a rat. Harry gasped again, "Scabbers!!!" His eyes widened in shock as he realized the truth. Scabbers, Ron's pet rat, was Peter Pettigrew in disguise, and he had been hiding in plain sight all these years.
Harry's mind was reeling with the implications. Scabbers' missing finger, the fact that all that was found of Peter was a finger... it all made sense now. "Oh my god," Harry thought, his eyes wide with shock. "Scabbers is Peter!" And now, Harry understood how Scabbers had gone missing on the same day that Sirius escaped from Azkaban, January 2nd.
Harry punched the air in excitement, but then winced in pain, clearly forgetting that he was in the middle of the Forbidden Forest, surrounded by darkness. The snowstorm had slightly subsided, and the sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the forest. The trees towered above him, their branches creaking ominously in the wind.
But despite the eerie surroundings, Harry felt a sense of triumph. "Yes!" he exclaimed, his eyes shining with excitement. "Now I know the truth. Sirius is innocent!" Harry knew that he had to find Sirius before the Ministry's Dementors did. He was sure that Ron, Hermione, Draco, and Neville would help him on his quest.
But for now, Harry had to focus on getting out of the forest. He tried to mount his Nimbus 2000, but his broken hand and sprained ankle protested in agony. His body ached all over, and he knew he couldn't fly. "I'll have to walk," Harry thought, his face set in determination. He took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and began to make his way through the dark and treacherous forest.
Just then, Harry heard something. "Well, there's nothing to be afraid of," he thought to himself, trying to sound brave. After all, he had a way with animals, all creatures actually. He could understand their language and convey his message to them too.
But still, the darkness of the forest and the eerie feeling of being watched made him uneasy. The Dementors were different, maybe they were not actually living. Then, he saw wide, gleaming eyes in the bushes. The eyes seemed to be staring right through him, and Harry felt a shiver run down his spine.
The creature came out, and Harry saw a large black dog. The dog was massive, with a thick, shiny coat that seemed to absorb the fading light. Its fur was matted and dirty, but its eyes shone brightly, like two gleaming stars in the darkness. The dog's ears were pointed, and its tail was long and slender, wagging slowly as it padded towards Harry.
Despite its size, the dog seemed to be very thin, its ribs visible beneath its skin. Harry's heart went out to the dog, and he felt a pang of sadness. What had happened to this magnificent creature to leave it so thin and gaunt? The dog's paws were huge, and its nails were long and curved, but they seemed to be worn down, as if the dog had been using them to dig and scrape for a long time.
Harry studied the dog, taking in its majestic appearance. He noticed the way the dog's eyes seemed to be watching him, as if searching for something. He saw the way the dog's ears perked up, as if listening for a sound. And he felt a strange sense of connection to the dog, as if they shared a secret that no one else knew.
And then, he gasped, remembering the dog from his very early memories when he was a baby. He remembered being held in his mother's arms, and the dog being there, its eyes watching over him.
One word escaped his mouth in the cold air as a whisper, now that the sun had set. " Padfoot ?"
Next Chapter is A Sirius Mission!
A/n: I hope You like it. Please ignore grammatical and spelling errors. First of all writing a quidditch match is really difficult, this match was small but still, I hope you accept it though. Well what can I say , here Quidditch never ends without a disaster but still this had lead Harry to find truth and Sirius Black welcome to the story officially. I hope you like it. Thanks for reading. § Hinny Forever § Please Review!!!