I glanced up at Hermione and saw that her mouth was fully open now. She was gazing at him with a mixture of alarm and pity.
"Harry, your dad's...," she said quietly.
"Yeah I just said he's dead; dead as a door nail; I can go home and see my dad, you... well you've got to see him in the mirror of Erised." I said. "Too much?" I asked as Hermione stared at me open mouthed.
I thought it was funny.
"Surprisingly that makes me feel better." I muttered.
"I know that," said Harry quickly glaring at me.
"Do you think you saw his ghost?" Hermione asked, still staring at me.
"I don't know... no... he looked solid..."
"Did you try throwing something at him? Like a rock?" I suggested
"Yeah and right after we sat down and had a nice chat." Harry replied sarcastically.
"But then —"
"Maybe I was seeing things," said Harry. "But... from what I could see... it looked like him... I've got photos of him..."
Hermione was still looking at him as though worried about his sanity.
"I know it sounds crazy," said Harry flatly. He turned to took at Buckbeak, who was digging his beak into the ground, apparently searching for worms.
The leaves overhead rustled faintly in the breeze. The moon drifted in and out of sight behind the shifting clouds. Hermione sat with her face turned toward the Willow, waiting.
And then, at last, after over an hour... "Here we come!" Hermione whispered.
She, Harry, and I got to our feet and Buckbeak raised his head. We saw Lupin, Ron, and Pettigrew clambering awkwardly out of the hole in the roots. Then came Hermione and me... then the unconscious Snape, drifting weirdly upward. Finally came Harry and Black.
We all began to walk toward the castle.
I glanced up at the sky. Any moment now, that cloud was going to move aside and show the moon...
"Harry, (Y/n)," Hermione muttered as though she knew exactly what we were thinking, "we've got to stay put. We mustn't be seen. There's nothing we can do..."
"So we're just going to let Pettigrew escape all over again..." said Harry quietly.
"How do you expect to find a rat in the dark?" snapped Hermione. "There's nothing we can do! We came back to help Sirius; we're not supposed to be doing anything else!"
"All right!"
The moon slid out from behind its cloud. We saw the tiny figures across the grounds stop. Then we saw movement —
"I uh think we should move." I said, remembering that Lupin ran into the forest. Directly where we were waiting.
"We can't (Y/n)!" Hermione whispered to me.
"There goes Lupin, he's transforming."
"Hermione we need to move." I told her hurriedly.
"(Y/n) I've made it clear! We can't!" She told me angrily.
"Hermione!" said Harry. "(Y/n) is right! We've got to move!"
"We mustn't, I keep telling you —"
"Not to interfere! Lupin's going to run into the forest, right at us!" Hermione gasped.
"That's what I just said." I told her in a sing song voice.
"Quick!" she moaned, dashing to untie Buckbeak.
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The Weasley of Slytherin: The Prisoner of Azkaban
Fanfiction(Y/n) Wesley, only in his third year has already been possessed by Lord Voldemort , and since then has been hearing his voice in his head every since then. And now going in to his third year how will he cope with this new burden, and what mischief...
