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If Elara had a word to describe her dad, she'd use dramatic. There were many reasons why. He had dragged a child in and now looked beyond suspicious as he looked at the whole entire group, his yellow teeth exposed in an inauspicious smirk.
Elara stood up right, her face blank and her eyes rolling slightly. She couldn't believe him. He was absolutely mental, something else. She wondered if Azkaban does that to you, makes you a bit loopy in the head. Then again, they take all your happiness from you, she'd absolutely lose her mind there. "You can't be serious right now," he grinned like the Cheshire cat at the pun he was about to make, only shutting his mouth when she put her finger out. "Don't you dare," she mumbled out, rubbing her eyes as she looked at him. Harry, Ron and Hermione weren't paying much attention to them though. They were more occupied by the fact he had their wands and were beyond petrified. Thankfully, Elara still had her wand, but she put it away as, unlike them, she just knew her dad was being his dramatic self and wasn't even guilty. She was also smarter and knew that, even if she didn't know he was innocent, she wouldn't be stupid to hold her wand in front of her. She had a bad feeling though and tried shaking it away, hoping she was assuming all the wrong things.
Finally, after a moment of ear ringing silence, Sirius' sunken voice rang out, almost causing chills to run down their spines collectively. "I thought you'd come and help your friend," he rasped out hoarsely, looking at Harry in particular. "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..." he sounded sinister, he would've been sinister, if she didn't know the truth.
She shook her head at him, audibly sighing. "What's with the dramatics?" She bit on her lip slightly, shaking her head with a smile on her face. Harry and Hermione both turned to her, almost questioning her actions. "I do this when I'm nervous," she tried to play it off.
"No you don't,"
"No one asked for your input, Harold," she clapped her hands sarcastically. However, this moment of lightness suddenly faded when Harry tried moving forward. "Are you serious right now?" She tried pulling him back, along with Hermione and Ron.
"No, Harry!" Hermione breathed out petrified for his idiotic behaviour. Elara's grip fastened as the boy who lived tried to free himself and jump at Sirius.
It was Ron who spoke up, "If you want to kill Harry, you'll have to kill us too!" He stood up, swaying slightly as he tried defending his best mate. His face turned increasingly paler as the seconds passed. He was wheezing slightly, nearly losing his foot a few times but nevertheless he stood bravely in front of Harry.
Something changed in Sirius demeanour. "Lie down," he said, almost calmingly as his expression softened slightly. His eyes were wide with a shadow of concern for the ginger. "You will damage that leg even more."
