Gryffindor Princess and the Prisoner of Azkaban (Harry Potter Fanfiction)

Chapter Eighteen: The Shrieking Shack

"you", she raised her wand pointed towards him, but Black was quicker. 

"Expelliarmus!", Her wand flew towards Black, who caught it. 

"What are you doing here?", She asked. 

She stopped. Of all the things to say to the mass murderer in front of her (not to mention her relative) she asked him why he was here? She knew why he was here. He was here to kill Harry, and possibly herself, Ron and Hermione too. 

"I'm here to kill the man who put me in Azkaban", Sirius was looking at Ron. 

Scabbers was going mad in Rons grip, squeaking and wriggling furiously. Harry and Hermione burst through the doors beside her. Black disarmed them both as well. 

Harry looked ready to kill. 

"I thought you'd come to help your friend", Blacks voice was hoarse. 

It sounded even worse than when they'd spoken in Azkaban, as if he'd been using even less in the outside world than in the prison. 

"Your father would have done the same for me. Brave of you not to run for a teacher. I'm grateful... It will make everything much easier..." 

Harry started forward, it didn't matter to him that he didn't have a wand, it was clear he was ready to kill Black with his bare hands. 

"Harry don't!", She and Hermione grabbed Harry by the arms. Black may have been malnourished and scrawny but Black still had a wand and Harry didn't. 

Ron spoke up. 

"If you want to kill Harry, you'll have to kill us too!", He stood up, looking fiercely towards Black, but it looked like the effort of standing on his broken leg would make him pass out. 

"Lie down", Black said, something flickered in his gaze, "you will damage that leg even more." 

"Did you hear me", Ron staggered slightly, grabbing onto Harry to stay upright, "you'll have to kill all four of us!" 

There'll only be one murder here tonight", said Black, his grin reappearing on his face. 

"Why's that?", Harry spat, Hope was standing in front of him, blocking him from attacking Black, "didn't care last time, did you? Didn't mind slaughtering all those Muggles to get at Pettigrew... What's the matter, gone soft in Azkaban?" 

"Harry", Hermione whimpered, "be quiet." 

"HE KILLED MY MUM AND DAD!", Harry roared. He shoved Hope out of the way and onto the floor and dove at Black. One hand landed around Blacks wand hand, the other on his throat. The two of them fell backwards, slamming into the wall and sliding down it. 

Black seemed to regain his composure. One of his hands found Harry's throat. 

"No", he hissed, "I've waited too long -" 

"Stop!", Hope screamed. 

Everyone in the room froze. 

But only for a second. Harry scrambled back, grabbing his fallen wand, coughing and heaving. He turned his wand pointed at Blacks chest. 

"Going to kill me, Harry?", He whispered. 

Harry advanced towards Black. Hope glanced back towards Ron and Hermione. From Her position on the floor she could only see Ron's lower half, the other half lying down on the bed. 

"You killed my parents", Harry's voice was shaking, but the angry look on his face was something she'd never seen before. 

"I don't deny it", Black said, very quietly, "but if you knew the whole story."