Never Let Me Go ⚡︎ [ harry potter ]

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"Miss Black," she jumped at the sound of Snape's voice as he approached them slowly. "Was it you that conjured that patronus?" she shook her head. "Who?"

"I – I don't know," she whispered, shaking her head. "Ple-please, Professor! Ha-Harry passed out from them and...and my – my dad –" she paused, looking down at her father who was also out. "He's really hurt! He needs help –"

"The Dementor's will take care of your father," Snape sneered as he summoned a floating a stretcher, then casted a charm to levitate Harry onto it.

"No!" She protested. "He's innocent!" Snape's lips curled in disgust as he conjured another stretcher. "He is! Peter Pettigrew! I stunned him! He should still be by the Whomping Willow!"

"There is no one there, Miss Black. Miss Granger and Mr. Weasley are both currently in the Hospital Wing."

"What!" She exclaimed as Snape pulled her up from the ground by her arm. "No! I-I stunned him! He-He's the one that killed those muggles! He's the one that sold Harry's parents out to Voldemort! He framed my dad-"

"Silence!" Snape hissed at her and she stared at him.

"I'm telling the truth, Professor! I – I know you don't like my father, but please! He's innocent!"

"I said silence, Miss Black!" Snape glared at her. "You will keep your mouth shut until we reach the castle, in which then you will go straight to the Hospital wing," he ordered her as she watched her father's body levitate onto a stretcher. "Now go!" he hissed and she nodded numbly as she began walking beside her father's stretcher toward the castle.

She couldn't stop the tears as they flowed down her cheeks. She wanted to reach out to grab her father's hand, especially when she heard him stir. She ignored the murderous look from Snape as she took her father's hand gently. She saw Dumbledore making his way out of the castle with Professor McGonagall, and the Minister of Magic. McGonagall and Fudge gasped as they took the scene in.

"Where should I take Black, sir?" Snape asked, looking at Dumbledore, who seemed to be looking at Grace and Sirius with a curious expression, but she just glared at her headmaster and held her father's hand tighter.

"Up to the Dark Tower, Severus, it's been enchanted with impenetrable charms," Dumbledore told him and Grace's eyes narrowed dangerously.

"He's innocent!" Grace hissed, clutching her father's hand tighter. "It was Peter Pettigrew-"

"Pettigrew is dead, Miss Black," Fudge cut her off, his voice sharp and cold as he glowered at her.

"No, he's not! I saw him! I stunned him!"

"Miss Black, let's get you and Mr. Potter to the hospital wing," McGonagall started, gesturing for her to follow but Grace didn't move.

"Now, I'm not sure what bewitchment Black used on you but know that you are safe-" Fudge started.

"I'm not bewitched!" She hissed. "My father is innocent! He was framed! If you don't believe me then give me veritaserum!"

"Silly girl!" Fudge scoffed. "Veritaserum only works on the events you perceive as true!"

"Then take my memory of tonight!" She shouted angrily, and Fudge looked at her appalled. "Take my memory! It will show you everything! It'll show you that Peter Pettigrew is still alive! That he framed my father and killed those twelve muggles!"