OUR DARLING D

Chapter 32

Yall I'm so sorry only 4(3 after this on) chapters left of the book but book 2 will be out after this

(So I have a bf<3)

After doing an intense game of "Duck or die" with the Womping Willow, Harry concluded that he and Hermione are staying away from amusement parks in the muggle world for a long while (He hasn't been into one for years and with the Womping Willow's added 'excitement'.. he probably won't ever go to any). Focusing on the task at hand, they trudged inside the passageway, getting over their initial shock once they found their selves inside the Shrieking Shack. Harry winced at the stairs, judging from Ron's cries and wails earlier, it must've been the cause of it.

Seeing the first door the Shrieking Shack had, Harry and Hermione burst inside the room, wands at ready. Hermione immediately rushed to Ron, who whimpered almost pathetically. Harry sympathized with poor Scabbers who looked like he's suffocating from Ron's iron grip.

"Where is he, Ron?!" Harry asked, alarm rising in his tone. He had to stay alert to stay alive, after all.

"HARRY! RUN!" Ron's voice cracked, eyes blown wide in panic. "I-it's a trap! He's the dog!"

"Who's the dog?" Hermione asked, making Ron face her and started doing breathing exercises Ron unconsciously followed. "Who?

Ron tearily looked into Hermione's eyes, unable to say the name as if it would bring tremendous pain.

"He's an animagus.." He whispered, looking down at the floor.

Hermione and Harry looked down at the dust covered floor, seeing paws imprinted on it. Their eyes followed its tracks and eyes widened when the paws ended and a shoe imprint followed. Harry's gaze lifted as the door creaked ominously. The sound of the door closing echoed like a bomb going off when Harry locked eyes with one Sirius Black.

Hermione immediately snapped out of it, moving away from Ron and shielding Harry, glaring at the convicted man.

"If you want to kill Harry, you'll have to kill us too!" She looked so serious when she said it, Harry almost agreed with her if not for the fact that he really didn't want to see them die.

Sirius Black looked confused for a moment, shaking his head. "Why would I kill Harry? He's my godson."

"Exactly!" Hermione hissed. "We've heard about you! Harry was your target and you never left things half-done!"

"You're right about me not wanting to leave things half-done." Sirius remarked, nodding. "But I just want you to know, I'm also not keen on killing anyone."

"Then why are you here?!" Ron asked, exasperation clear in his tone. Harry had been confused since the moment Sirius Black talked, he'd rather stay silent for a moment just to see how things pan out. His uncle Moony did say Black was his father's best friend. That had to have meant something, right?

"Even if I did say that I'm not keen on killing.." Sirius Black trailed off, glaring at something, "Trust me, only one will die tonight."

Harry glared at Sirius, "Then you do kill!"

"I do if I have to, Harry! There's a difference!" Sirius retorted.

"How is there any difference?" Harry asked Hermione, because she probably got what Sirius Black was saying.

"There's killing for fun and killing for duty." Hermione explained patiently. "The former is where He-who-must-be-named belongs and the latter is what Black is referring to."

"How is killing my parents killing for duty!?" Harry yelled, glaring at Sirius Black.

"I didn't think it'd come to this, to be honest." Harry heard Black murmured before sighing. "Okay, pup. Just... I'll explain later, can't you just-"