Adventures in lock picking
I woke up in the Hospital Wing. Looking around, I saw Ron with a cast on his leg and Hermione sitting at the end of his bed.
“Harry-” Hermione started, looking at me but I cut her off.
“I saw my dad.” I said flatly, and Hermione blinked, surprised.
“He sent the dementors away... I saw him, across the lake.” I frowned slightly in thought. Hermione raised and eyebrow.
“Listen, Harry, they’ve captured Sirius and Siri! Any minute the dementors are going to perform the kiss on Sirius, then Siri will get thrown into Azkaban!!” Hermione cried, nervous. I blinked.
“The.... kiss?” I asked. Hermione rolled her eyes.
“It’s what dementors use to those they want to destroy.”
“You mean they’re going to kill Sirius?” I asked,
“No. It’s much worse. They’re going to suck out his soul.” She said, cringing. I was about to say something when Dumbledore entered the room, looking slightly troubled.
“Headmaster! You’ve got to stop them! They’ve got the wrong man!” Hermione said frantically.
“It’s true, sir, Sirius is innocent, and so is Jayla, er, Siri.”
“It’s Scabbers who did it!” Ron told him.
“Scabbers?” Dumbledore asked, now looking amused.
“My rat, sir. Only he’s not really a rat. Well, he was a rat. You see, he used to be my brother Percy’s-” Ron started, but Hermione cut him off.
“The point is....We know the truth. Please sir, you must believe us.” Hermione pleaded.
“I do, Miss. Granger, but I’m sorry to say the word of three thirteen-year-old wizards will convince few others. A child’s voice, however honest and true, is meaningless to those who have forgotten how to listen.” Dumbledore said kindly, looking over at the window.
“Ah, a shooting star. If ever was one to make a wish, now would be the time. But time, I’m afraid, is precisely our problem.” Dumbledore told us when I jumped as the midnight bell started ringing.
“Mysterious thing, time. Powerful. And, when meddled with...dangerous. Sirius and Siri Black are in the topmost cell of the Dark Tower.” Dumbledore informed us, then turned to Hermione.
“You know the laws, Miss. Granger. You must not be seen. And you would, I feel, do well to return before this last chime. If not.. Well, the consequences are really too ghastly to discuss.Three turns should do it, I think. If you succeed, more then one innocent life may be spared tonight.” He sighed softly.
“By the way, when in doubt, I find retracing my steps is a wise place to begin. Good luck.” He added, before leaving the room.
“What in bloody hell was all that about?” Ron asked, amused. Hermione pulls out a gold chain and wraps it around my neck then her own.
“Sorry, Ron, but seeing as you can’t walk.” She muttered, while Ron looked confusedly around the room.
It was utter chaos. There were all these people moving around us, and I saw myself being brought in, along with Ron. We finally stopped, and Hermione put the necklace back under her jacket.
“7:30, where were we at 7:30?” She asked, and I shrugged.
“I don’t know... Going to Hagrid’s?” I suggested, and Hermione grabbed my arm.
“Come on! We can’t be seen!” She said, as we ran through the door. We kept running until we were behind the entrance to the field, and where Hagrid’s hut was.
“Hermione! Will you please tell me what it is we’re doing?” I asked, and Hermione holds up a hand, silencing me.
I followed her gaze, only to see Hermione, Ron, Jayla and I confronting Malfoy and his thugs.
I turned to face Hermione. “But that’s... you! But your.. here.” I stuttered, and I shook my head is disbelief.
“This is not normal.”
POV Siri Black
“This sucks.” I pouted, looking out of the bar door. I turned to my dad.
“How the bloody hell did you live with this so long?” I whined, kicking the wall.