Harry Potter and Claire Smith Adventures: Book Three

The Mask Of Peter Pettigrew

Chapter 19: The Mask Of Peter Pettigrew

Hermione screamed. Black leapt to his feet. Claire's eyes widened in surprise. Harry felt as though he'd received a huge electric shock.

"I found this at the base of the Whomping Willow," Snape said, throwing the cloak aside, careful to keep this wand pointing directly at Lupin's chest. "Very useful, Potter, I thank you….."

Snape was slightly breathless, but his face was full of suppressed triumph. "You're wondering, perhaps, how I knew you were here?" he said, his eyes glistening. "I've just been to your office, Lupin. You forgot to take your potion tonight, so I took a gobletful along. And very lucky I did….lucky for me, I mean. Lying on your desk was a certain map. One glance at it told me all I needed to know. I saw you running along this passageway out of sight."

"Severus—" Lupin began, but Snape overrode him.

"I've told the headmaster again and again that you're helping your old friend Black into the castle, Lupin, and here's the proof. Not even I dreamed you would have the nerve to use this old place as your hideout—"

"Severus, you're making a mistake," Lupin said urgently. "You haven't heard everything—I can explain—Sirius is not here to kill Harry or Claire—"

"Two more for Azkaban tonight," Snape said, his eyes now gleaming fanatically. "I shall be interested to see how Dumbledore takes this….He was quite convinced you were harmless, you know, Lupin…a tame werewolf—"

"You fool," Lupin said softly. "Is a schoolboy grudge worth putting an innocent man back inside Azkaban?"

BANG! Thin, snakelike cords burst from the end of Snape's wand and twisted themselves around Lupin's mouth, wrists, and ankles; he overbalanced and fell to the floor, unable to move. With a roar of rage, Black started toward Snape, but Snape pointed his wand straight between Black's eyes.

"Give me a reason," he whispered. "Give me a reason to do it, and I swear I will."

Black stopped dead. It would have been impossible to say which face showed more hatred.

Harry stood there, paralyzed, not knowing what to do or whom to believe. He glanced at Ron, Hermione, and Claire. Ron looked just as confused as he did, still fighting to keep hold on the struggling Scabbers. Claire seemed to be contemplating on something while Hermione took an uncertain step toward Snape and said, in a very breathless voice, "Professor Snape—it—it wouldn't hurt to hear what they've got to say, w—would it?"

"Miss Granger, you are already facing suspension from this school," Snape spat. "You, Potter, Smith, and Weasley are out-of-bounds, in the company of a convicted murderer and a werewolf. For once in your life, hold your tongue."

Claire then stepped in. "But if there was a mistake—"

"KEEP QUIET SMITH; YOU STUPID GIRL! DON'T TALK ABOUT WHAT YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!" Snape shouted.

"DON'T YOU TALK TO MY NIECE THAT WAY!" Black shouted to Snape.

A few sparks shot out of the end of his wand, which was still pointed at Black's face, and Black instantly shut up.

"Vengeance is very sweet," Snape breathed at Black. "How I hoped I would be the one to catch you—"

"The joke's on you again, Severus," Black snarled. "As long as this boy brings his rat up to the castle" —he jerked his head at Ron—"I'll come quietly…."

"Up to the castle?" Snape said silkily. "I don't think we need to go that far. All I have to do is call the dementors once we get out of the Willow. They'll be very pleased to see you, Black…..pleased enough to give you a little kiss, I daresay….."