My Godfather is an Innocent Convict (Rewrite)

Wake Up Call

"Harriet, wake up! Harriet!"

Someone was calling her but it sounded so far away...

"Five more minutes..." she muttered drowsily.

"No!" Definitely Pansy. "Wake. Up. Now!"

She was shaken harshly.

"Okay, okay!" Harriet said, sitting up so fast she nearly headbutted Blaise. "What happened? Who died?"

A stabbing pain mad itself known. Her vision swam for a moment. It took a second to get her bearings.

"Ow." Harriet rubbed her head.

"No-one is dead. Don't worry." Draco said. He was sitting cross-legged on the floor of the compartment, shuffling cards next to the now awake Remus J. Lupin.

"You were attacked by a dementor." the man known as Lupin told her, "Nasty creatures. They suck all the happiness out of people and make them relive their worst memories."

He handed her a bar of chocolate from his tweed jacket pocket. "Eat this. You'll feel better."

"Okay," Harriet said, taking it. "If you don't mind me asking, have we met? You look familiar."

"I believe we may have crossed paths before." The man smiled and held out his hand for her to shake. "Professor Remus Lupin. I'll be your defense against the dark arts teacher this year. Pleased to meet you."

"Harriet Potter. Likewise." she replied, dissapointed. That was not the answer she had wanted. A huge part of it seemed to be missing. What was he hiding? Why was he so vague?

Professor Lupin smiled warmly and gave a nod. "Excuse me, I believe I need to attend an impromptu meeting with the other professors."

He left the compartment quietly.

"Well, that was wierd." Blaise said.

"How was that wierd?" Pansy frowned.

"Harriet obviously knows him from somewhere!"

"So?"

"So? So why wouldn't he give a straight answer?"

Pansy huffed and looked at Harriet. "Where do you think you know him from?"

Harriet shook her head. "I can't place it right now, but I definitely know him."

"Did you run into him at Diagon Alley at some point?" Blaise asked.

"Maybe? I don't think so."

"Okay," Pansy sighed. "Maybe we should just take a moment. After all, we just got attacked -"

"Harriet got attacked," Draco interrupted.

Pansy made a face that implied that she would have hit him had he not been suffering from memory loss, before continuing. "- And we could probably use a more relaxing way to spend the rest of the train ride than thinking about where we met who."

"Where Harriet met Professor Lupin?" Blaise gave a grin.

"Merlin give me patience!" Pansy muttered, climbing back into her seat.

Harriet chuckled and got off the floor.
"Y'know I'm fairly sure that if this were America, this incident would be a lawsuit waiting to happen!"

"We could technically still file a lawsuit," Blaise contemplated, "We'd just need to talk to the right people."

"Not worth the paperwork." Pansy shook her head.

Harriet split the chocolate with Draco, who looked very upset, and began to eat. "Hey Blaise, what was that card game you were playing with Pansy earlier?"

The rain got worse and worse as the train moved onwards through the Scottish Highlands. The compartment was once again quiet except for the occasional shuffling sound of the cards and Pansy's soft humming as she braided Harriet's hair. It wasn't quite in tune, but that was neither here nor there.

Pulling into Hogsmeade Station seemed more somber than usual. Something was decidedly off.

Getting off of the train, Harriet pulled her cloak closer around herself and hurried towards the carriges that would take them towards the school. Under her hood, she caught glimpses of her godfathers face on several wanted posters.

It was more than enough to spot a difference to the photo album pictures. The man on the wanted posters was practically snarling at the viewer. He seemed like a caged animal. A tired caged animal that was still up for a fight and wanted your blood.

It was very, very different from the warm smiles and laughter her parents had captured.

"Come on, Harriet." Pansy's voice brought her back to the present. When had she stopped to stare?

Harriet shook her head and climbed into the carriage.

She couldn't get the image out of her head. The person on the posters wouldn't hesitate to tear someone's throat out. That person had nothing to lose.

That man was a killer.

Sirius Black, if that was still him, was probably out to kill her.

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XOXO, Drachma