My Godfather is an Innocent Convict (Rewrite)

Issues

After two refreshing days off, Pansy felt thrilled to recieve the notification that divination had been cancelled due to unforseen circumstances. She didn't like Trilewany. It was hilarious to think that anyone could take the woman seriously.

Pansy snapped the book she had been reading shut. It was titled 'werewolves: pack dynamics and mates'. When she had asked Harriet wether or not Lupin and Black were a couple, her friend had simply rolled her eyes and given her the book, ordering her to read it. Yes, the two men had that wonderful Alpha/Alpha female dynamic. They were definitely a couple. Or, at least, they had been and now had a slightly broken relationship.

It was a tragedy really. The story of an innocent convict who had suffered so terribly for twelve years in prison only to return to his true love should be one to have a happy ending. Sure, she wasn't pleased about the whole werewolf situation. Pansy could admit that she was wary. Not of the professor, but of his howling counterpart.

Lupin could be trusted, but only an idiot turned their back on a wild animal.

Either way, someone needed to fix Black and Lupin's relationship. They needed to get the two to have a proper conversation about where it was going. They'd obviously talked about the past already, but they needed to look at the present.

She got up and left the common room in search of Harriet.

Pansy found her sitting on the floor of Moaning Myrtle's bathroom with Draco and Blaise, reading through an advanced potions textbook.

"What's going on?" she asked.

"Truth serum." Draco grinned, stirring the cauldron.

"It's brilliant! Professor Snape actually lent us a book for sixth years!" Blaise sounded very pleased with himself.

Draco let out an unimpressed snort. "He lent me and Harriet the book because we show interest in the subject and wanted to do further research."

"Details!" Blaise waved his hand dismissively. "I can't help not being the perfect student."

Harriet rolled her eyes and added another ingredient. "What gives, Pansy?"

"Your godfathers need to talk to each other or their relationship is going to take a turn for the worse."

"Well, yes, but what do you expect-"

"You to help me with Operation Wolfstar!"

"Operation what?"

"Wolfstar! We're getting them to fix their relationship. It's so annoying watching them chase after each other like lost puppies!" Pansy huffed. "Really! You'd think adults would know how to communicate properly."

"I doubt it." Harriet chuckled dryly, "Okay."

"Okay?"

"Okay, I'm in."

"Brilliant!"

"Just talk us through your plan while this begins to settle," Draco sighed waving his hand at the cauldron. "We have nothing better to do until next week."

A couple of days later, they were still brainstorming ideas because of course Pansy had no certain plan and Harriet hated improvisation.

Draco and Blaise were sitting in the corner of the library figuring out what the laws concerning animagi were. Of course, they were focused on the most recent version of the wizarding law.

It had been officiated in 1642, the stamp on the bookcover told them. The book itself looked like it was held together by lots of magic and an extraordinary amount of faith. They had already had to use sticking charms to reattach several of the book pages to the spine.

Contacting the ministry was still the easiest part of the entire operation. Both Pansy and Draco had connections.

"Something's on your mind," Blaise accused suddenly.

"What?" Draco asked, shocked.

"Something is on your mind," his friend repeated. "What is it?"

Draco shook his head. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Blaise's eyes narrowed in concern. "Is it your memory again?"

"I- no." Draco blinked, he hadn't had issues with that for the past two months.

"What then?" Blaise asked.

"Why would I tell you?" Draco was on the defensive. A difficult subject then. One that should really be resolved sooner rather than later.

Blaise shrugged. "Because we're friends. Also, I worry about you."

"Well, there's no need." He snapped. Draco started grabbing his things to leave.

"Clearly." Blaise let out a huff of air. "You've only been more irritable and avoiding than usual."

"Can't a man have time to himself?"

"He can so long as it doesn't affect anyone else negatively."

Draco rolled his eyes and stalked off. No way was he having that conversation. Blaise didn't need to know some things.