Cursed Blessings

Quidditch Semi-Final and Sirius Black Attack!

I woke up a few hours later. "Don't tell me you stayed still like that for all the time that have passed." I said looking at Harry in concern. "Well yes, I stayed like this for-what 3 hours." He spoke with a tired smile. I silently gasped. "You should have woken me up!" I spoke looking at his shoulders for a second before turning my gaze back to him. He stood up and stretched his arms. "It's the weekend, do have any plans?" He said. "No. Why?" I said looking at him in pure confusion. "That's bad because I have a Quidditch match. Well you can be there in the practices and the match as well." He spoke as he puts out his arm for me. I looked at him for a second and stood up ruffling his hair. "I have a lot of plans but sadly it doesn't include you." I spoke as I picked my books and went off, leaving him to his thoughts. 

Soon after Scabbers was dead and everything pointed to Crookshanks doing it. Ron and Hermione were furious with each other. 

It was also not long when I was sitting in the stands, cheering for Harry and Gryffindor. Gryffindor won. 

We were back in the common room, but this time not alone, everyone was celebrating Gryffindor's victory. I so badly wanted to go to my dorm and sleep peacefully. After about what felt like forever the party concluded and I was finally back in my most comfortable blanket. Oh how I love this silenc- "AAARRGGHH! NOOO!" I freezed. I took my wand and ran out, not even caring that it could be something really dangerous or something really minor. I wasn't the only one; there were many people, all sleepy. I looked around to find Ron with a really pale face. "Black! Sirius Black! With a knife!" I ran over to him and before I could speak I heard Fred excitedly say. "Excellent, are we carrying on?" I glared at him. "Where?" I spoke looking at Ron dead in the eye. "In- in my dorm. I swear he was here, I am not lying." "Now, really, enough's enough!" Professor McGonagall came. She slammed the portrait behind her as she entered the common room and stared furiously around. "I am delighted that Gryffindor won the match, but this is getting ridiculous! Percy, I expected better of you!" She spoke; still looking around "I certainly didn't authorize this, Professor!" said Percy, puffing himself up indignantly. "I was just telling them all to get back to bed! My brother Ron here had a nightmare —" 

"IT WASN'T A NIGHTMARE!" Ron yelled. "PROFESSOR, I WOKE UP, AND SIRIUS BLACK WAS STANDING OVER ME, HOLDING A KNIFE!" Professor McGonagall stared at him. "Professor, if you allow me to step in. I want to check something that will prove whether or not Sirius Black was here." I spoke and with a pause continued. "But I truly believe Ron and I am sure he is not lying." McGonagall nodded as I headed over to his dorm as everyone followed. 

Reaching there I saw Ron's curtains torn from one side. I put my hand on top of it, tracing the cut. I looked around to find what I was looking for. I saw it, a look of hatred and revenge appearing on my face. I bend down to the corner of the bed to reveal a muddy footprint. I touched it with my hand before brining it close to my nose and sniffing it. I turned around to face everyone and spoke. "Ron... is right. These footprints right here prove it. They are from The Forbidden Forest and I presume Sirius Black was here. To confirm it all up we can ask Sir Cadogan as well." 

Everyone again rushed outside as McGonagall pushed the portrait back open and went outside. The whole common room listened with bated breath. "Sir Cadogan, did you just let a man enter Gryffindor Tower?" "Certainly, good lady!" cried Sir Cadogan. "You — you did?" said Professor McGonagall. "But — but the password!" "He had 'em!" said Sir Cadogan proudly. "Had the whole week's, my lady! Read 'em off a little piece of paper!" Professor McGonagall pulled herself back through the portrait hole to face the stunned crowd. She was white as chalk. "Which person," she said, her voice shaking, "which abysmally foolish person wrote down this week's passwords and left them lying around?" There was utter silence, broken by the smallest of terrified squeaks. Neville Longbottom, trembling from head to fluffy slippered toes, raised his hand slowly into the air.