Never Let Me Go ⚡︎ [ harry potter ]

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A/N: Hello~ here is one of the chapters that I'm sure you've all been waiting to read! One of two big reveals of Prisoner of Azkaban! I enjoyed writing the first part of this chapter, the last part of the chapter though... oof, it hurt my little heart. 

Anyway, I hope you all enjoy :) 

"Those weasels!" Ron hissed. "Never told me about any Marauder's map," he complained.

"But they're not going to keep it," Hermione spoke up, looking narrowly at Harry and Grace. "They're going to turn it over to Professor McGonagall, aren't you?"

"Oh sure, along with Harry's invisibility cloak!" Ron retorted.

"Oh, shut up," Hermione rolled her eyes. Grace tried not to grin at their bickering, but her smile fell when she spotted Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, Hagrid, and the Minister of Magic outside The Three Broomsticks.

"Rosmerta, m'dear!" Cornelius Fudge greeted brightly.

"That's Madam Rosmerta," Hermione said dramatically. "Ron fancies her-"

"No, I don't!"

"Shh," Harry and Grace hissed at their friends.

"I trust business is good?" Fudge asked.

"It'd be a right sight better if the Ministry wasn't sending Dementors into my pub every other night!" The woman snapped, shaking something in Fudge's face.

"We have a killer on the loose!"

"Sirius Black? In Hogsmeade!? And what would bring him here?" She asked.

"His daughter," Fudge started and Rosmerta frowned.

"His daughter?" she asked, frowning. Grace tensed beside Harry.

"And Harry Potter-"

"Harry Potter?!" At the mention of his name, Harry threw the invisibility cloak over the two of them and grabbed her hand, then they followed the Minister and McGonagall inside, and up the back stairs to an empty room.

"Come on then, let's hear it," Madam Rosmerta motioned for someone to start talking.

"Years ago, when Harry Potter's parents were marked for death, they went into hiding," McGonagall started, sitting down on the sofa. "Few knew where they were, those who did were the Blacks, and Sirius told –"

"You-know-who," Rosmerta nodded impatiently. Grace's heart was beating rapidly in her chest, and she started to feel ill. "I've heard this rot. It was all over The Daily Prophet back in the day! I'll say now what I said then: of all the boys I ran out of here, Sirius is the last who would've gone over to the dark side!"