The Prisoner Of Azkaban - Hermione Granger x OC

Sirius Black

"Where do you suppose this path leads?" Hermione's voice quivered with a mixture of fear and trepidation.

"I have a hunch, but I truly hope I'm wrong," Harry replied, his voice laced with unease as he forged ahead, his footsteps filled with determination.

Oliver and Hermione, enveloped in a shared sense of urgency, followed closely behind, their hearts pounding in sync as their steps echoed through the dimly lit corridor. The tense anticipation swelled until, at last, they reached Ron, writhing in pain, his grip tightly clutching his injured leg.

"Ron!" Harry's voice reverberated through the room.

Oliver's eyes darted around the room, scanning for the danger that lurked in the shadows. "Where's the dog?" he asked, his voice laced with urgency.

Fear painted Ron's face as he pointed frantically behind them. "It's a trap! He's the dog!" he cried out, his voice trembling with terror.

The trio spun around, their hearts pounding in unison, and were met with an eerie sight. Paw prints marked the floor, leading behind a slowly closing door. Panic seized their hearts as they realized the imminent danger lurking in the shadows. Their breath caught in their throats as the door revealed a man, his clothes tattered, his face twisted into a sadistic, maniacal smile. It was none other than Sirius Black.

"Hello, Harry," Sirius greeted, a chilling smile stretching across his face.

Driven by instinct, Harry lunged at Sirius, his body colliding with the fugitive, forcing him to the ground. Wand in hand, he pressed it firmly against Sirius's neck, a desperate attempt to gain the upper hand. However, instead of fear or submission, Sirius's response was one of eerie amusement, his laughter echoing through the room.

"Do you truly intend to kill me, Harry?" Sirius's voice rang out, mocking and filled with twisted anticipation.

Before Harry could react, the door crashed open, revealing the frantic figure of Professor Lupin, his voice punctuating the chaos as he shouted, "Expelliarmus!"

In an instant, Harry's wand was wrenched from his grasp, sent spiraling through the air, escaping the clutches of his determined fingers.

Lupin gestured for Harry to rise. Harry swiftly got to his feet, joining his companions on the opposite side of the room. Hermione's hand latched onto his arm, gripping tightly, her touch offering a tenuous sense of comfort in the face of uncertainty.

"Well, well, Sirius, quite the ragged appearance," Lupin noted, his wand aimed resolutely at his former friend. "Finally, the flesh reflects the madness within."

Sirius's laughter filled the room, a chilling reminder of his lingering madness. "You should know all about madness, Lupin," he retorted, a twisted smirk adorning his face.

In a sudden shift of emotion, Lupin's stern countenance softened, transforming into an expression of amusement. Lowering his wand, he extended a hand towards Sirius. Oliver watched in utter disbelief as they embraced, a shocking moment of reconciliation amidst chaos and confusion.

"I have finally found him!" Sirius exclaimed, his voice filled with an electrifying mix of pure joy and vengeance.

Lupin's eyes narrowed, a flash of understanding flickering across his face. "I know," he replied.

A sinister smile curled on Sirius's lips, his elation merging with a darker intent. "Let's kill him," he suggested, an unsettling euphoria coloring his words.

Oliver's voice rang with sheer disbelief and betrayal as he shouted, "NO!" His trust shattered in an instant, his eyes locked on Lupin. "I trusted you, Lupin, and all this time... You've been on his side?!"