Thick Smoke

Traitor

"You will never have her. Never."

The cloaked man approached her next.

Young Lizzy took a step closer, her small hand grasping the broom just in case she had to make a quick turn and fly away.

The child swallowed as she concentrated on what she could see through the keyhole. The cloaked man stopped abruptly and turned to her. Eliza froze as he pointed his wand at her and hissed:

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

Eliza woke up again sweating and trembling after seeing the face of the one who murdered her mother. Unlike what she thought, the blond and the woman with messy hair were not the only Death Eaters in the room; there was another one, shorter near the stairs.

When she walked the stairs to the Common Room, she noticed the light was still on and someone was working dilligently on a lot of homework.

"Are you sure you are alright? That's a lot of stuff you've got to do."

Hermione frowned and for a moment it looked like she was thinking how to escape before she actually responded, "I'm fine. It's nothing I can't handle."

Eliza frowned and walked towards the desk. Hermione had every book from every class spread in front of her.

"When is it due?" The green eyed witch asked worriedly.

"Tomorrow."

Eliza's green eyed widened like two plates before she shook her head.

"Unbelievable,"

Hermione raised her head at the sudden change in tone. Eliza was not stupid and seemed very perceptive of the people around her.

"Ah, right. I heard from Ron that your cat ate his rat. I think he made himself very clear and complained about it all day yesterday." Eliza continued as she walked and sat down on the couch.

Hermione's figure crouched and she looked like she was going to scream.

"Crookshanks did not do such a thing,"

It didn't sound convincing at all.

"Then where is that Scabbers? Ron said he saw blood and hair that belongs to your cat,"

Eliza was having a point and Hermione knew how wrong it looked, "Crookshanks didn't eat him. Now if you'd excuse me, I think I'll go to sleep."

Eliza watched the bushy haired girl gather everything on the desk and strutting upstairs into their dormitory.

Being all alone, she couldn't help but let her mind wander to the nightmare she had. That pale face was disfigured and the light that she saw through the keyhole was green. Her mother couldn't even defend herself because they ganged up on her.

She didn't know when she fell asleep but she got woken up by a scream of terror. The girl groaned and watched as more people opened their doors and asked around what caused that noise.

"What's wrong?" She asked the person who was closest to her which happened to be Oliver Wood, the captain of Gryffindor's Quidditch team.

"It's Ron. It seems Sirius Black was here and he tried to kill him." He answered half alarmed but panic wasn't yet inflicted since he was still half asleep.

"Oh," She couldn't say anything else. She wasn't even sure she should feel so happy that he got inside Hogwarts to begin with.

No one slept afterwards, not after it had been proven that Sirius Black was there for real and not just in Ron's imagination.