My Godfather is an Innocent Convict (Rewrite)

Talk You Damn Notebook!

It was Sunday. Harriet was lounging about on the sofa, sore from Quidditch tryouts. The beater candidates did not know how to take it easy. Fred and George had been right. One did not mess with bludgers.

She had agreed to go because Blaise had bugged everyone into trying out. Slytherin needed a whole new team since all of the old players had been seventh years and left like Captain Marcus Flint.

The last day of school the year before, the rumour that Flint was dating Gryffindor Captain Oliver Wood had been proven true. The had essentially given each other a good snog in front of the entire school.

Oliver Wood was still around, definitely prioritising quidditch over his N.E.W.T exams.

Frankly, Harriet didn't care if she made the team although it would be nice to have a hobby besides saving lives.

Right now, Harriet was focused on deciphering her mother's journal.

"Finite incatatem," she muttered tapping the corner of a page full of scrambled scribbles. Nothing.

"Revelio!" Still nothing.

"Talk you damn notebook!" Harriet hissed whacking it with her wand. The page swam for a minute and the letters began to rearrange themselves.

'First October 1980

The war just keeps getting worse. James and I are worried. We just had our daughter. Hari is quite possibly the sweetest little baby ever, although she does keep me up all night.

We've taken to calling her Harriet, because it is easier to pronounce for visitors.

Molly brought her boys over for tea. Bill is quite tall for an eight year old. Charlie let Harriet hold his dragon plushie for a few minutes. I didn't know seven year olds even shared their toys! Percy seemed to be busy watching the twins. For a five-year-old he seems very well behaved.

Molly just had a baby as well. Ronald is five months older than...'

"Really?" Harriet hissed at the journal. "That's sweet, but it doesn't tell me what I want to know!"

"You okay?" Draco asked, flopping down into the seat beside her.

Harriet snapped the journal shut. "Peachy."

"Sorry if I don't believe you."

"No apology necessary. That's just your opinion."

"Doesn't look like you found the information you were looking for." He nodded at the book.

"When did you get so observant?" Harriet narrowed her eyes. She didn't like being read.

Draco shrugged. "Oh, I figured it was a good way to fit back into society."

"Reading people?"

"Learning to figure out what they want to hear."

"Ah." She looked back at the journal in her hands.

"So?"

"So." Harriet sighed. "So I'm at square one again."

"Do you want to talk?"

She shrugged. "I'm not sure what to make of it all."

"Secret passageway conversation?" Draco asked.

"Absolutely."

The two third years made their way out of the common room and crawled into the hidden corridor behind the orchid painting. It had been a very fortunate find and had become a secret meeting place for member's of their friend group.

"Well?" Draco asked once they were inside.

"I can't make sense of the murder situation." Harriet leaned against the wall. "There are two possible culprits to convict for my parents betrayal and death and both of them seem likely but not too likely, you know?"

"Explain please."

"Black was my father's best friend and lived with him for a while and I know Professor Lupin doesn't want to admit it but he thinks Sirius Black is innocent. He doubts his judgement though so there may be something there." Harriet took a breath, "But then there is Pettigrew, who we know nothing about. He could also be guilty. Apparently, Black murdered him. Murder needs a reason, right?"

"You think if Pettigrew was the traitor Black killed him out of revenge."

"Or he faked his death to cover his tracks. I've been trying to decipher my mother's journal to get a clearer picture, to no avail. Obviously."

"Obviously." Draco nodded, "So what's the plan?"

"The plan, is to get this thing-" She poked the journal "- to give me answers!"

"And if that doesn't work?"

"Then we may need to break into a high security facility or pay someone who can."

Draco thought for a second. "Fair enough. I think my father may know a man."

"Of course you remember that, but not Pansy's birthday." Harriet laughed.

"It was Pansy's birthday?!"

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