My Godfather is an Innocent Convict (Rewrite)

Reconstruction

Harriet didn't notice Pansy calling her until she rammed into her side.

"Ow! Crap! Pansy!" Harriet exclaimed.

"I've been calling for about five minutes. Also, Lupin would like to see you." Pansy said obviously out of breath.

"Lupin? What did he want?"

"He didn't say." That was always unnerving.

"OK then." Harriet shrugged.

Harriet walked in the direction of Lupins office in her 'buissnes pace' as her friends had dubbed it. She straightened her clothes and knocked on the door.

"Come in!" Lupin called.

Harriet stepped into the office. It looked nothing like last year (something Harriet was greatful for). No photos of a wizard with a colgate smile and a personality that belonged in the bin were grinning at her. Instead, a potted plant sat on the desk and some trinkets resided on the mantlepiece.

"Ah, Harriet! Nice to see you! Would you like some tea?" the Professor asked.

"Yes please!" Harriet said, suprised. It was a rather unusual thing for teachers to offer refreshments. But then again, maybe Lupin wasn't acting like a teacher. 

"Sit down, sit down! Make yourself comfortable." Lupin said kindly. "I apologise if I pulled you away from your studies."

"That's alright." Harriet sat on one of the chairs. "I wasn't busy at the moment. I'm not in trouble am I?"

"No, no, of course not. I just thought that perhaps I'd invite you, try to be a Godfather again?" Lupin actually looked like a kicked puppy when he said this.

Harriet could have yelled. She could have asked where the hell he'd been for the last twelve years. Instead she mulled it over for a second and decided that, yes, she wanted as much of her family around her as possible, the past be damned.

"I think that'd be nice," she smiled into her tea. Something in the corner of the office caught her eye. "A Grindelow?"

"Yes, I'm suprised you knew that. Not many third years know a Grindelow when they see one." Lupin sat down aswell, placing a tin of cookies between them. "Vicious creatures, hunt in schools. I wanted to show the sixth years what they looked like."

"Any chance our class can get another creature?"

Lupin chuckled. "Perhaps. Do they interest you?"

"Yes, especially dragons! I also have a pet Basilisk!" Harriet exclaimed happily.

Lupin almost spat out his tea. "You have a pet what?"

"Her name's Medusa! She was raised in Texas and she lives in my dorm. I'll have to introduce you." Then noticing Lupin's expression, she quickly added, "Don't worry she doesn't hurt humans. The most harm she's done is tackle the Basilisk in the chamber of Secrets. We had to take a trip their last year."

Lupin placed his tea cup down. "Alright, from the beginning. What exactly happened last year?"

"Well," Harriet mused, "It technically all started in my first year so..."

She started telling him about Dumbledore and the Philosophers Stone and then the Chamber of Secrets and her fight with Pansy. The rumours that had been floating around and the kidnapping came next. Then, Harriet told him about Lockhart and Draco's memory loss and ended the tale with the prank on Dave.

Lupin looked horrified. It was almost comical how shocked he looked. He also looked furious. That could be a problem.

Harriet shrank back in her seat and whispered, "Sorry."

Lupin's demeanour immediately changed. "Don't be sorry," he hushed, "You have nothing to apologise for, I'm just upset all that happened to you. You shouldn't have had to go through that. I may need to speak to someone about safety measures here."

"Please don't." Harriet winced. "If you do Dumbledore will hear about it and that's the last thing I need."

"I can't just let this slide. You could have died. Twice!"

"Well, I could also die before the end of the year but I don't really feel like being murdered because it would compromise my education."

Lupin looked at her like she had grown another head. "That's what you're worried about?"

"Well...yeah," Harriet shrugged, "Peter Pettigrew is in Hogwarts and very much alive. I think he's somewhere around Ron Weasley who doesn't like me very much either. Also, there's the situation that Sirius is very probably innocent - I'm like eighty-four percent sure - and we need to contact him and hide him somewhere so he's not dragged back to Azkaban before we can prove his innocence."

"I'm assuming you have a plan." Lupin asked, still looking like he needed an extra five-hundred hours to wrap his head around everything Harriet had told him.

"Twelve percent of one, yes."

"Do you need help?"

"I'd appreciate it."

"Walk me through what you have."