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"How - could - they?" Hermione choked. "How could they?"
Renevia inhaled a heavy breath and close her eyes for moment to calm herself.
"Scabbers, keep still," Ron hissed, clamping his hand over his chest. The rat was wriggling madly. Ron came to a sudden halt, trying to force Scabbers deeper into his pocket. "What's the matter with you, you stupid rat? Stay still
- OUCH! He bit me!"
"Ron, be quiet!" Hermione whispered urgently. "Fudge'll be out here in a minute -"
"He won't - stay - put -"
Scabbers was plainly terrified. He was writhing with all his might, trying to
break free of Ron's grip.
"What's the matter with him?"
"Scabbers - NO!"
Too late - the rat had slipped between Ron's clutching fingers, hit the ground, and scampered away and Ron had thrown the
Invisibility Cloak off himself and pelted away into the darkness.
"Ron!" Hermione moaned.
Harry and Hermione then followed at a sprint before Renevia could stop them.
"No-!" Clicking her tongue in distress , she took out her wand and whispered,"Lumos".
She can see that Harry and Hermione was battling to death with the whomping willow, it branches were creaking as though in high wind and whipping backward and forward to stop them going nearer. Before she could get to them, she saw Sirius knocked Harry down and ran toward Ron . Sirius dragged Ron along and moment later, his foot vanished from sight.
"Harry - we've got to go for help -" Hermione gasped; she was bleeding.
"No! That thing's big enough to eat him; we haven't got time -"
"We're never going to get through without help -"
Another branch whipped down at them, twigs clenched like knuckles.
"If that dog can get in, we can," Harry panted, darting here and there,Trying to find a way through the vicious, swishing branches, but he couldn't get an inch nearer to the tree roots without being in range of the tree's blows.
"Stop it, you gonna make yourself hurt even more!," Renevia lightly snapped at them,"come with me-"
She look around carefully before she saw the a twig and simply used a Levitation Charm to levitate a fallen twig into the knot and push it.
"What-how?" Before Hermione could asked what she is doing, the tree froze.
"No time to explain! Now come along!" she said and they slipped inside the hole.They could see a patch of dim light through a small opening
It was a room, a very disordered, dusty room. Paper was peeling from the walls; there were stains all over the floor; every piece of furniture was broken as though somebody had smashed it. The windows were all boarded up.
"Where are we?"
"Shrieking Shack.." Renevia reply in low tone.
At first glance she look like she nervous with something, well she is. She finally can meet with Sirius fucking Black!!! Inside ,she squealed excitedly as she can't wait for him to make his appearance.
Quietly as they could, they crept out into the hall and up the crumbling staircase. Everything was covered in a thick layer of dust except the floor, where a wide shiny stripe had been made by something being dragged
upstairs.
They reached the dark landing.
“Nox,” they whispered together, and the lights at the end of their wands went out. Only one door was open. As they crept toward it, they heard movement from behind it; a low moan, and then a deep, loud purring. They
exchanged a last look, a last nod.
Wand held tightly before him, Harry kicked the door wide open.
On the floor beside , clutching his leg,
which stuck out at a strange angle, was Ron.
Harry , Renevia and Hermione dashed across to him.
“Ron — are you okay?”
“Where’s the dog?”
“Not a dog,” Ron moaned. His teeth were gritted with pain. “Harry, it’s a
trap —”
“What —”
“He’s the dog . . . he’s an Animagus. . . .”
Although she was happy because she finally met him but she couldn't help but feel the sudden urge to cry at the sight of him.A mass of filthy, matted hair hung to his elbows. If eyes hadn’t been shining out of the deep, dark sockets, he might have been a corpse. The waxy skin was stretched so tightly over the bones of his face, it looked like a skull.
His yellow teeth were bared in a grin.
It's look like he has been through hell.
“Expelliarmus!” he croaked, pointing Ron’s wand at them. Their wands shot out of their hands, high in the air, and Black caught them.
Renevia was a bit lost before she look around and saw her wand in Sirius's grip.
"Oh," she mumbled after the realization hit her.
Sirius's eyes were fixed on Harry as he stepped closer.
“I thought you’d come and help your friend,” he said hoarsely. His voice sounded as though he had long since lost the habit of using it. “Your father would have done the same for me. Brave of you, not to run for a teacher. I’m
grateful . . . it will make everything much easier. . . .”
Harry started forward, but Renevia and Hermione was able to stop him.
“No, Harry!”Although she knew Hermione was worried about his safety but Renevia will not let him from killing an innocent person and not just that, Sirius is his godfather!
“If you want to kill Harry, you’ll have to kill us too!” Ron said fiercely, though the effort of standing upright was draining him of still more color, and he swayed slightly as he spoke. Something flickered in Black’s shadowed eyes before he could said something Renevia spoke.
“Ron ,calm down,” said her to Ron. “You will damage that leg even more.”
But Ron rather stubborn as he said weakly,“Did you hear me?” though he was clinging painfully to Harry to stay upright. “You’ll have to kill all four of us!”
Renevia frowned at him, she doesn't want to die now although she already planned her death in future but dying during this time is not a good thing besides she just met Sirius Black!
“There’ll be only one murder here tonight,” said Renevia and this cause Sirius's grin
widened.
She could see that all her friends were look baffled at her as she is some sort of traitor.
"It is you, right?" Ask Sirius bringing her focus to him. She nodded and matched with his grin.
"Renevia! What are you doing?!" Harry yelled at her as he has some killing intent around him.
"She's right, there’ll be only one murder here tonight."
“Why’s that?” Harry spat, trying to wrench himself free of Ron and Hermione. “Didn’t care last time, did you? Didn’t mind slaughtering all those Muggles to get at Pettigrew. . . . What’s the matter, gone soft in Azkaban?”
“Harry!” Hermione whimpered. “Be quiet!”
“HE KILLED MY MUM AND DAD!” Harry roared, and with a huge effort he broke free of Hermione’s and Ron’s restraint and lunged forward —
Hermione was screaming; Ron was yelling; there was a blinding flash as the wands in Black’s hand sent a jet of sparks into the air that missed Harry’s face by inches; Harry felt the shrunken arm under his fingers twisting madly, but he clung on, his other hand punching every part of Black it could find.
But Black’s free hand had found Harry’s throat —
“No,” he hissed, “I’ve waited too long —”
The fingers tightened, Harry choked, his glasses askew.
Then he saw Hermione’s foot swing out of nowhere. Black let go of Harry with a grunt of pain; Ron had thrown himself on Black’s wand hand and Harry heard a faint clatter —
He fought free of the tangle of bodies and saw his own wand rolling across the floor; he threw himself toward it but —
“Argh!”
Crookshanks had joined the fray; both sets of front claws had sunk
themselves deep into Harry’s arm; Harry threw him off, but Crookshanks now
darted toward Harry’s wand —
“NO YOU DON’T!” roared Harry, and he aimed a kick at Crookshanks that made the cat leap aside, spitting; Harry snatched up his wand and turned.
“Get out of the way!” he shouted at Ron and Hermione. They didn’t need telling twice. Hermione, gasping for breath, her lip
bleeding, scrambled aside, snatching up her and Ron’s wands. Ron crawled to
the four-poster and collapsed onto it, panting, his white face now tinged with
green, both hands clutching his broken leg.
Black was sprawled at the bottom of the wall. His thin chest rose and fell
rapidly as he watched Harry walking slowly nearer, his wand pointing straight
at Black’s heart.
“Going to kill me, Harry?” he whispered.
Harry stopped right above him, his wand still pointing at Black’s chest, looking down at him. A livid bruise was rising around Black’s left eye and his nose was bleeding.
By all the ruckus, Renevia saw a wand rolling on the ground. She pick it up like a child who found some candies as she happily swished it.
Aha! It is hers.
“You killed my parents,” said Harry, his voice shaking slightly, but his wand hand quite steady.
Black stared up at him out of those sunken eyes.
“I don’t deny it,” he said very quietly. “But if you knew the whole story —”
“The whole story?” Harry repeated, a furious pounding in his ears. “You
sold them to Voldemort. That’s all I need to know.”
“You’ve got to listen to me,” Black said, and there was a note of urgency in his voice now. “You’ll regret it if you don’t. . . . You don’t understand. . . .”
“I understand a lot better than you think,” said Harry, and his voice shook
more than ever. “You never heard her, did you? My mum . . . trying to stop
Voldemort killing me . . . and you did that . . . you did it. . . .”
"Oy, calm down!" She yelled and cause all of their attention at her.
"You, you traitor! I'll deal with you later!" Harry was in rage as he saw Renevia.
"Potter,can you calm down, and for you information I'm not a traitor."she sighed ," let listen to his story—"
"I knew it! You always siding with him all this time!" Harry roared in return.
"Rene, how could you?" Said Hermione as she slightly trembling and look horrified at her sight.
"You—why are you doing this?" Ron speak with a disbelief tone.
"Hey, I said calm down! Can all of you stop accusing someone without knowing anything!"
She almost completely lost her patience before they turned to silent.
And then came a new sound —
Muffled footsteps were echoing up through the floor — someone was moving downstairs.
“WE’RE UP HERE!” Hermione screamed suddenly. “WE’RE UP HERE
— SIRIUS BLACK — QUICK!”
The door of the room burst open in a shower of red sparks and Harry wheeled around as Professor Lupin came hurtling into the room, his face bloodless, his wand raised and ready. His eyes flickered over Ron, lying on
the floor, over Hermione, cowering next to the door, to Harry, standing there with his wand covering Black, and then to Black himself, crumpled and bleeding at Harry’s feet.
“Expelliarmus!” Lupin shouted.
Then all the four wand flying again and fall into Lupin's grip.
"Hey, my wand! Not again! " Renevia whined in distress.
Lupin spoke in an odd voice, a voice that shook with some suppressed emotion.
“Where is he, Sirius?"
Black’s face was quite expressionless. For a few seconds, he didn’t move at all. Then, very slowly, he raised his empty hand and pointed straight at Ron.
Mystified, Harry and Hermione glanced around at Ron, who looked bewildered.
“But then . . . ,” Lupin muttered, staring at Black so intently it seemed he was trying to read his mind, “. . . why hasn’t he shown himself before now? Unless” — Lupin’s eyes suddenly widened, as though he was seeing
something beyond Black, something none of the rest could see — “unless he
was the one . . . unless you switched . . . without telling me?”
Very slowly, his sunken gaze never leaving Lupin’s face, Black nodded.
“Professor,” Harry interrupted loudly, “what’s going on — ?”
The professor walked to Black’s side, seized his hand, pulled him to his feet so
that Crookshanks fell to the floor, and embraced Black like a brother.
Harry felt as though the bottom had dropped out of his stomach.
“I DON’T BELIEVE IT!” Hermione screamed.
"Hermione, shut up!" Renevia tried to stop her but instead she get yelled at.
"No! You shut up! Traitor!" If a glare could kill, then Renevia will be die in that moment.
"For the last time! I said I am not a traitor!!" But she doesn't want to lose as she glare back at Hermione.
Lupin let go of Black and turned to them.
“Hermione, calm down —”
“I didn’t tell anyone!” Hermione shrieked. “Renevia and I've been covering up for you
— although I don't know if she told anyone yet."
"Hey, could you stop it!" Renevia spat at her , she could see that Hermione hate her now and didn't stop to find a chance to mock her.
“Hermione, listen to me, please!” Lupin shouted. “I can explain —”
Harry could feel himself shaking, not with fear, but with a fresh wave of
fury.
“I trusted you,” he shouted at Lupin, his voice wavering out of control, "and all the time you’ve been his friend!” Then he looked at Renevia."you too!"
If this just a play, Renevia will praying to God.
Feeling slightly helpless , she walk to the corner , not minding all the eyes are fixed at her as she sat down.
"You guys can continue with your drama...," She said as she waved her hand at them," I-I can't keep up anymore, my social energy has been drained with all the explanation."
“You’re wrong,” said Lupin continued as he been told. “I haven’t been Sirius’s friend, but I am now — Let me explain. . . .”
“NO!” Hermione screamed. “Harry, don’t trust him, he’s been helping Black get into the castle, he wants you dead too — he’s a werewolf!”
There was a ringing silence. Everyone’s eyes were now on Lupin, who looked remarkably calm, though rather pale.
“Not at all up to your usual standard, Hermione,” he said. “Only one out of
three, I’m afraid. I have not been helping Sirius get into the castle and I certainly don’t want Harry dead. . . .” An odd shiver passed over his face.
“But I won’t deny that I am a werewolf."
Ron made a valiant effort to get up again but fell back with a whimper of pain. Lupin made toward him, looking concerned, but Ron gasped,
“Get away from me, werewolf!”
"Ron!" Renevia couldn't help but yell at him.
Lupin stopped dead. Then, with an obvious effort, he turned to Hermione and said, “How long have you known?”
“Ages,” Hermione whispered. “Since I did Professor Snape’s essay. . . .”
"And you?" Lupin turned his question toward Renevia.
"Me? It's since I met you.." she said as she leaned back and twirling her hair .
Hermione was the one who looked so disbelief.
"And you didn't tell me—? Right, I should have known it that I can't trust you since the beginning,"she said , wiping harshly her tear away.
"It's a SECRET and SECRET never meant to be told! Besides ,not that he want to turn into one! It's something he can't control! Can you all be slightly considerate at how he feel?!" Renevia yelled at the top of her lungs and throw her hand in the air before she turned her attention to Lupin."And pardon me, professor ,please continue before they regret it even more !"
Renevia huffed and stand up but they all heard she mimicked a sentence in whispering tone," You are traitor ! You are traitor ! How the hell I am a traitor! Do I look like one? They mistook a damsel in distress as a traitor! What a pain in arse!"
"Renevia, word." Lupin said sternly.
"Sorry."
Sirius chuckled." She is brilliant! I'd already fond of her !"
Lupin just shook his head and proceed.
“He’ll be delighted,” said he coolly. “He assigned that essay hoping someone would realize what my symptoms meant. . . . Did you check the lunar chart and realize that I was always ill at the full moon? Or did you
realize that the boggart changed into the moon when it saw me?”
“Both,” Hermione said quietly.
Lupin forced a laugh.
“Dumbledore hired you when he knew you were a werewolf?” Ron gasped. “Is he mad?”
“Some of the staff thought so,” said Lupin. “He had to work very hard to
convince certain teachers that I’m trustworthy —”
“AND HE WAS WRONG!” Harry yelled. “YOU’VE BEEN HELPING HIM ALL THE TIME!” He was pointing at Black, who suddenly crossed to the four-poster bed and sank onto it, his face hidden in one shaking hand.
Crookshanks leapt up beside him and stepped onto his lap, purring. Ron edged away from both of them, dragging his leg.
“I have not been helping Sirius,” said Lupin. “If you’ll give me a chance, I’ll explain. Look —”
He separated Harry’s, Ron’s, and Hermione’s wands and threw each back to its owner; Harry caught his, stunned.
"Mine?" Renevia slightly interrupt , Lupin sighed before threw hers wand back to her.
“There,” said Lupin, sticking his own wand back into his belt. “You’re armed, we’re not. Now will you listen?”
Harry didn’t know what to think. Was it a trick?
“If you haven’t been helping him,” he said, with a furious glance at Black,
“how did you know he was here?”
“The map,” said Lupin. “The Marauder’s Map. I was in my office examining it —”
“You know how to work it?” Harry said suspiciously.
“Of course I know how to work it,” said Lupin, waving his hand impatiently. “I helped write it. I’m Moony — that was my friends’ nickname for me at school.”
“You wrote — ?”
“The important thing is, I was watching it carefully this evening, because I
had an idea that you, Ron, Renevia and Hermione might try and sneak out of the castle to visit Hagrid before his hippogriff was executed. And I was right, wasn’t I?”
He had started to pace up and down, looking at them. Little patches of dust rose at his feet.
“You might have been wearing your father’s old Cloak, Harry —”
“How d’you know about the Cloak?”
"The cloaks! Shit! I forgot about it!" Renevia slightly facepalm as she remembers the cloaks at the outside.
"Renevia, mind your word." Lupin said.
"But-but professor there something important- that i forgot to tell-"
"Not now , Renevia" Lupin was helpless with Renevia who doesn't took anything seriously.
"Alright, go on.."
“The number of times I saw James disappearing under it . . . ,” said Lupin as he continued ,waving an impatient hand again.
“The point is, even if you’re wearing an
Invisibility Cloak, you still show up on the Marauder’s Map. I watched you cross the grounds and enter Hagrid’s hut. Twenty minutes later, you left Hagrid, and set off back toward the castle. But you were now accompanied by somebody else.”
“What?” said Harry. “No, we weren’t!”
“I couldn’t believe my eyes,” said Lupin, still pacing, and ignoring Harry’s interruption. “I thought the map must be malfunctioning. How could he be with you?”
“No one was with us!” said Harry.
“And then I saw another dot, moving fast toward you, labeled Sirius Black. . . . I saw him collide with you; I watched as he pulled two of you into the Whomping Willow —”
“One of us!” Ron said angrily.
“No, Ron,” said Lupin. “Two of you.”
He had stopped his pacing, his eyes moving over Ron.
“Do you think I could have a look at the rat?” he said evenly.
“What?” said Ron. “What’s Scabbers got to do with it?”
“Everything,” said Lupin. “Could I see him, please?”
Ron hesitated, then put a hand inside his robes. Scabbers emerged, thrashing desperately; Ron had to seize his long bald tail to stop him escaping. Crookshanks stood up on Black’s leg and made a soft hissing noise.
Lupin moved closer to Ron. He seemed to be holding his breath as he gazed intently at Scabbers.
“What?” Ron said again, holding Scabbers close to him, looking scared.
“What’s my rat got to do with anything?”
"Just give him ,Ron." Said Renevia as she grip her wand tightly. She want to kill it yet she can't.
“That’s not a rat,” croaked Sirius Black suddenly.
“What d’you mean — of course he’s a rat —”
“No, he’s not,” said Renevia quietly. “He’s a wizard.” Lupin look at her for second and nodded along.
“An Animagus,” said Black, “by the name of Peter Pettigrew.”