.Until I Found Her.

that was siriusly spooky, and sweet!

"Hello?" I say as I look behind me to see a sudden dark shadow shrink.
I stand up, alert, and look around me.
"What's going on, I know someone's there."
Once again silence.
"Hermione..?" No answer. "Ron..?" Once again I get the same reply as before. "Harry..?" I say praying it's not him, if it was he had to have heard our entire conversation.
When I say 'Harry' I receive a slight gasp, letting me know where the person is. I run quietly to where I heard the sound and whip out my wand.
"Lumos!" I whisper-shout.
A shaggy man appears, with shoulder length dark, curly hair. He has
grey-ish eyes, that match his sick-looking skin.
"You're Sirius Black!"
The man is silent.
"Hello..? Can you talk?"
He is still silent.
"Hellooooo?!" I say waving my glowing wand right in his face.
"Cut that out." He says as he pushes my wand out of his face.
"Oh, so you can speak!" I say with a smirk, which quickly turns into a face of realization.

"Wait, what are you doing here!?"

"I was hoping you wouldn't freak out...I wanted to talk, to tell the truth."

"What truth?! You helped kill your own wife and almost kill your daughter, along with your own best friends!"

"See, that's the thing, why would ANYONE kill their own wife and almost kill their daughter, along with his own best friends."
I go silent.
"I can tell you the truth, but only if you're willing to hear it."

I sigh, "sure."

"It was Halloween, we were enjoying trick or treaters, and everyone started settling down. Except you, you were crying your head off, and no one could figure out why. Then I remembered, I promised you something special, I promised you your own baby-butterbeer for Halloween. You were so sad and I couldn't let you down, so your mom and I made an agreement, I go to the three broomsticks and grab a butterbeer before it gets too busy and she'll keep watch of you with James and Lily, along with their little son, Harry."
My face, showing no expression, prays that he continues.
"I apparated there, and I'm a few minutes too late, it was just the beginning of the busy hour and the line was getting long, so I hopped in line as fast as I could and waited.
I finally got up front and ordered your special baby-butterbeer and then I apparated  back home to bring it to you."
He looked as if his eyes were starting to water, which quickly changed into anger with his next sentence.
"When I got home, I saw that slimy man... Peter Pettigrew running from the house, so I ran inside. Seeing your mothers body, and James's and Lily's, I could only assume you were gone too, so I left, chasing after Pettigrew, and we had a hex-off in the middle of the yard, then he hexed his own hand, causing his finger to fall off, while i was distracted from that, he turned himself into his animagus form, a garden rat, and ran away. I was blamed for assisted-murder to all of them. Even when I'm the innocent one."

I paused for almost a minute, to make sure he was done talking.
"How do I...know, that you're telling the truth?"

"I knew you would ask that, you always had good questions, you were talking before you could walk! Anyway, just ask your friend, Ron I believe, how old his rat is, he won't know the answer, next ask how long he's been in the family, then look up the average years a garden rat should live. That's how you'll know I'm telling the truth."

"Alright, but before I go-"

"Y/n?"

"Never-mind." I whisper.

"Yes?" I say standing up.

"I happy I found you, you're so lucky." Harry said.

"What do you mean..?" I say noticing the sweat dripping off his face."

"You got a free pass to skip practice, because you Oliver's favorite."
Oh no. Harry and I made a bet when we were kids, whoever missed practice, got to give the other one a sweaty hug. I have never missed a single practice, and he's only missed one or two. I guess this is payback.

"No, Harry... I washed my hair today!" I whine trying to run past him to get to the stairs. He drops his broom and grabs me, pulling me in for a long, stinky hug.
"Next time, show up for practice so he doesn't make us do 17 run and backs on the quidditch field."

"Okay okay!"
"Promise?" Harry says making me face him.
"I promise." I say linking pinkies with him.
"Alright, hey, what were you doing up here anyway."
"Just thinking..."
"Okay, he shrugs."
"I tired can I get a piggy back ride?"
"You're tired?!"
"Yes!" I say mocking his tone.
He sighs, "sure, you have to carry my broom though."
"Of course, my dearest Harry." I say teasing him.
"Oh shut up..." he says, lowering himself so u can jump on his back. I grab his broom and do so.
"Onward, Harold!" I say in a posh manner, giving one last look towards my "dads" direction. Seeing nothing I turn back and make jokes with Harry as he carries me down all 29 stairs of the Astronomy Tower. Gotta admit he's the best thing, ANYONE could ask for.