HARRY'S POV
"WE'RE UP HERE! SIRIUS BLACK, QUICK!" Hermione yelled.
It was quite a scene. Harry, Hermione, and Sirius standing up, wands at the ready. Ron on the bed, leg stuck at an odd angle, Crookshanks and a black cat sitting together.
The sound of footsteps echoed theough the Shack.
The door opened to reveal Professors Lupin and Anna.
"Where is he, Sirius?" Lupin said calmly.
Black pointed at Ron.
"But, why hasn't he shown himself before- unless you switched- without telling me-" a look of realization crossed his professor's face.
The two men crossed the toom and wrapped wach other in a brotherly embrace.
Professor Anna stepped in. "It's about time," she said happily.
Lupin fixed a sharp look on her. "You knew this whole time?"
"Of course," she replied, rolling her eyes.
"I DON'T BELIEVE IT!" Hermione shrieked.
Lupin looked at her. "Hermione, we can ex-"
She pointed at him. "Harry, they want to kill you! They've been helping Black into the castle! He's a werewolf!"
There was nothing but silence.
Anna stepped in front of Lupin. "Why, you-"
Lupin placed an arm on her shoulder, drawing her close.
"We can explain," Anna said coldly, "If you could just shut up-"
"No! They will-" Ron got cut off by Scabbers squealing madly.
For a moment, no one spoke.
"How'd you know we were here?" Ron asked rather rudely.
"The Map," Lupin said, clenching his wand tightly.
"You know-"
"Yes. But the point is, Sirius is innocent!" Lupin said frustratedly.
"You're mental," Harry found himself saying. "They saw-"
"Pettigrew is an Animagus!" Sirius shouted. "A rat!"
Silence. And then-
"You're trying to say Scabbers is Pettigrew?" Hermione said in disbelief.
Black's face twitched. "I'm not trying to say. He is."
"You're mental," Ron repeated. "Pettigrew was killed. By him!"
He pointed at Sirius.
"I meant to- but he got the best of me," Black growled.
The door creaked.
"This place is haunted!" Ron gasped.
Lupin shook his head remorsefully. "No. It was me."
"You?"
"That's not the point," Anna spat. Clearly, she was growing impatient. "Just explain, Rems," she complained.
So he did. Of how the tangle of knots led back to his lycanthropy, his coming to Hogwarts, and eventually of how the Marauders became Animagi. Of Snape, the rivalry, the Prank-
"So that's why Snape doesn't like you," Harry said slowly, "because he thought you were in on the joke?"
"That's right," sneered a cold voice from the wall behind Lupin.
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Whither Thou Goest
FanfictionHarry is back for his third year at Hogwarts with the threats of a murderer out to get him. Maybe it's the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor and his cold assistant, or the Grim-like dog and black cat that seems to follow him wherever he go...
