Kassandra Bauer and the Prisoner of Azkaban (Book 3)

Chapter 12: Broomsticks, Rats and Cats.

Harry remained silent that night after his vow to kill Sirius Black. His own Godfather. He got back through the cellar of Honeydukes to the Castle. He even went to bed that night and shut the door to the boys dormitory.  

"Ryan and I are going to go check on him." Ron informed both me and Hermione.

I also lied awake in bed thinking about Harry's vow that night. "Mione?" I asked. "Do you really think that Harry is going to kill Sirius Black?" 

Hermione sighed. "I don't know, Kassie. Harry is probably... just... he's been hit with a lot today. I'm sure once we all get a good night's sleep. He'll be back to normal tomorrow. And I'm sure that we'll be able to talk some sense into him." 

I really hope that was true. "Mione?" I asked.

"Yes, Kassie?" Hermione asked. 

"Being betrayed by someone you love. Your own family. I never want to feel that." I said. "The things that Sirius Black did to betray his best friend like that. Sounds to me like the worst traitor since Ephialtes." 

"The man who betrayed the Spartan Army to the Persians at the battle of Thermopylae?" Hermione asked. 

"Yes." I answered. "I wonder what Black even said to Voldemort. Him laughing for Voldemort. As the Potters made him their secret keeper." 

Hermione didn't give me an answer. "I'm sure it'll all be better tomorrow, Kassie." Was all she said. 

"Night." I said.

Or not. Maybe Harry would be even worse. 

"Harry, you- you look terrible." Hermione commented the next morning. 

Harry looked like he hadn't gotten any sleep until daybreak.

The rest of the Common Room was empty, except for Ron who was eating a Peppermint Toad and massaging his stomach, Hermione who had spread her homework over three tables, myself, who was by the couch, and Ryan who was working on his Cartoon Sketches. And also having it come to life. And playing a Mariachi Band out of it. 

"Where is everyone?" Harry asked.

"Gone. It's the first day of the holidays, remember?" Ron asked as he watched Harry closely. "It's nearly lunchtime; I was going to come and wake you up in a minute." 

Harry slumped into a chair next to the fire. Snow was still falling outside the windows. Crookshanks was spread out in front of the fire like a large, ginger rug. Which he kind of was.

"Um... Harry?" I asked concerned. "Are you okay? Do you want to talk about yesterday?" 

"What's there to talk about?" Harry asked me. "Huh?"

"You're not thinking about really killing Black are you?" I asked. 

"You bet I am." Harry answered. 

Yep, he was still dead set on it.

"How do we even know if Black is even worth dying for?" Ryan asked. "Just saying." 

And Harry glared at Black. His eyes just like Hades. 

"Do you know what I see and hear every time a Dementor gets too near me?" Harry asked us. 

The others shook their heads, and looked apprehensive. Except for me. I could only assume what he was thinking. "I can hear my Mum screaming and pleading with Voldemort. And if you'd heard your mum screaming like that, just about to be killed, you wouldn't forget it in a hurry. And if you found out someone who was supposed to be a friend of hers betrayed her and sent Voldemort after her-" Harry went on.