The Raven's Call

Research

I find myself in the hallowed halls of the Hogwarts library once again, the scent of aged parchment and knowledge enveloping me as I embark on a quest to unravel the mysteries surrounding Sirius Black. Armed with a stack of yearbooks and a collection of Daily Prophets, I'm determined to unearth any clues that might shed light on this enigmatic figure. As I thumb through the pages of the yearbooks, the images of students long gone come to life. I search for any trace of a young Sirius Black, his signature grin or mischievous glint in his eye. Each turn of the page brings me closer to the past, to the time when he was a student here, a time before he became a notorious fugitive.

The Daily Prophets are a treasure trove of information, their headlines chronicling the events of the wizarding world over the years. I scan the headlines, looking for any mention of Sirius Black. Did he make the news during his time at Hogwarts, or did his infamy only begin after his escape from Azkaban? The ink on these pages might hold the key to his past and his motivations. As I immerse myself in this research, I can't help but wonder about the man behind the name. What drove Sirius Black to make the choices he did? What secrets are hidden in the dusty tomes and yellowing newspapers? With each passing moment, I feel myself drawing closer to the truth, determined to unveil the story of Sirius Black that has remained shrouded in darkness for far too long.

"Hi, Atticus." Says a soft-spoken voice I immediately recognise. "Oh! Luna." I respond with a smile. "Having more Ancient Runes trouble?" She asks with a giggle as she sits beside me. "No, no... This is my own little project." "Oh, what's the project?" She asks, leaning over to look at the yearbooks and Daily Prophets on the table in front of me. "Research. On Sirius Black." Luna's eyes widen with curiosity as she studies the materials spread out on the table. "Sirius Black? The man who broke out of Azkaban?" She inquires, her silvery eyes twinkling with intrigue. I nod, flipping open one of the dusty yearbooks to reveal a picture of a young Sirius Black with a mischievous grin, surrounded by his friends. James Potter, Peter Pettigrew and Remus Lupin. "That's the one." Luna leans in closer, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulder as she examines the photographs and articles, I can just smell the petrichor all over her, making my face light up. "It's quite an unusual project, Atticus. What inspired you to embark on it?" I hesitate for a moment, contemplating how to explain my reasons for studying Sirius Black. "Well, I've been delving into his past, trying to understand what he could possibly want with Harry Potter. He had a reputation for being reckless and impulsive, but he also showed incredible loyalty and bravery. I want to know why he would give up his best friend to the Dark Lord." I say, pointing to James, Harry's father. Luna's dreamy expression remained fixed on the photographs, and she nods thoughtfully. "You know, sometimes the most unconventional projects lead to the most profound discoveries. I admire your curiosity, Atticus." I smile at her words, appreciating her unique perspective once more. "Thank you, Luna." 

Then it clicks. Sirius didn't betray James. Sirius was framed.