My Godfather is an Innocent Convict (Rewrite)

Fundamentals

Tap. Tap. Tap.

"Will you stop that?" Blaise snapped at Harriet who was tapping her quill against the ink bottle.

"I don't know what to write!"

"Write anything!"

"What if it's the wrong thing?"

"He's your Godfather! I doubt you can do that."

"But-"

"Just write something!"

Harriet glared at the parchment.

Hello Mr. Black,

Nope, didn't sound right. She put a line through it.

Hello Sirius

That didn't fit either. Another scribbled out line.

"For Melin's sake!" Blaise whispered sounding like he was on the edge of a mental breakdown. "Just write something like 'Hello' or just his name!"

Harriet sent him a glare before restarting the letter.

Sirius Black,

Okay, next part.

My name is Harriet Potter. Your friend James Potter's kid. Perhaps you remember. I am also your goddaughter.

I'm writing to let you know that I know that you're innocent regarding the betrayal of my parents.

That sounded formal, but there was no other way to put it she supposed.

I thought you might need some help hiding from Azkaban so some friends and I decided to offer you some help. Well, technically we found a hiding place for you.

Basically, the plan is to sneak you in through Honeydukes using my invisibility cloak, through the school grounds and into the shrieking shack until we find a better place. We would keep you in the common room but we're relatively sure that the new prefects are Snitches.

Anyway, please reply A.S.A.P.
Thanks,
Harriet Potter

"Think this is okay?" She asked Blaise.

Blaise looked to the cieling in a 'give-me-strength-or-give-me-death' manner. "He probably hasn't recieved mail in twelve years! It won't matter! Just send it!"

"Okay!" Harriet held up her hands in surrender and gave Hedwig the letter.

A few days later, Harriet recieved a reply from the innocent covict. Hedwig dropped it onto her potions homework. She picked up the piece of paper with a wrinkled nose. It looked like a dog had chewed around on it. The writing was messy, and smudged, but still readable.

Hello Harriet,

When's this crazy plan of yours being put into action? Sleeping under a bridge isn't exactly a five star experience. Merlin knows how Muggles do it. I heard your class was visiting Hogsmead on Saturday. Maybe we can meet up somewhere and discuss the details.

Your amazing and very awsome godfather,
Sirius Black.

"Amazing and very awsome?" Pansy asked in disbelief, reading the letter over Harriets shoulder,"You'd think he'd be a bit more modest."

"Psht. From the storys Lupin's told me, this is as modest as he gets." Harriet said noncholantly.

"Fair enough." Blaise said.

"Speaking of Lupin, I should go tell him. He'll want to be in on this." Harriet told them and left the common room.

She almost ran to her godfather's office and knocked on the door. The letter was still in her hand. 

Lupin opened the door to let her in. He had been looking happier since they had been planning to hide Sirius away.

He'd been dressing less shabby to, according to Pansy. Harriet was beginning to wonder about the relationship between the two.

"Harriet," Lupin said happily, "How's it going? Come on in!"

"Hello Moony,  I need to talk to you about a certain fugitive again." Harriet grinned walking into the office. "The plan's making progress." 

Lupin's facial features brightened significantly.

"Tell me all about it!" He said, pouring her tea.

Harriet showed him the letter.

"A place to meet up, huh? Do you- would you mind if I came along?" He asked. He looked hopeful and worried at the same time. Harriet put the pieces together.

"Of course not!" She exclaimed, "Oh, and we don't need to worry about timing when getting Sirius into the building.  I have a map from Fred and George Weasley. It's called the Marauders Map. Mabye you've heard of it, Mssr. Moony?"

"Well," Lupin said lightly, "I'm all for encouraging insane genius so let's assume I know nothing about it. As a teacher I would have to report it and that wouldn't go well."

"Makes sense." Harriet laughed.

They spent the rest of the afternoon drinking tea together and talking about where the best meet up place to meet up with a wanted criminal was.

When Harriet got back to the common room, Draco and Pansy were  sitting on the couch pointedly not looking at each other.

Harriet sighed. This was the third time that week. They kept arguing about insignificant things. She briefly considered reprimanding both of them but decided it was a waste of time. It was probably about Professor Lupin again.

No one knew why Pansy was so wary of him and it had stirred up quite the fuss. Either way, Harriet had decided to ignore that.