A Broken Slytherin : Lunar Loss (Book 3)

The Rescue of Sirius Black

y/n looked down at her hand, wand held firmly as she ran back to Hermione and Buckbeak a still hidden in the shadows behind the trees. The magic from the charm was still flowing through her; a warming sensation coursing through her veins. The lingering magic filled her with determination.

"Th-that was- how did you do that?" Hermione spluttered out.

"You were right Hermione!" Harry began, elated, "It wasn't my parents I saw conjure the Patronus, it was us! We saw ourselves conjuring the patronuses before."

"And we knew we could do it cause, well, we'd already done it!" said y/n, "Does that make any sense?"

"No," said Hermione, a look of pure confusion on her face. Harry and y/n laughed. This night had been so out of this world that even the most preposterous things seemed feasible at this point. "But there's no doubting that the magic you both produced was extremely powerful. Those were corporeal patronuses, they're the strongest kind of Patronus and incredibly difficult to perform. Only really powerful witches and wizards can conjure them."

There was a moment of silence as the excitement of the moment died down and y/n truly thought about the weight of what had just happened. She thought back to all the work she and Professor Lupin put in to make even the glimpse of a shield Patronus appear. The dire needs of the moments and the adrenaline coursing through her had awoken her magic in a way she had never felt before, it was like a sleeping dragon finally emerging from his cave.

"I didn't really think about it when I was doing it, it just felt right," said y/n, "Harry your Patronus was a stag, right?"

"Yeah why?" he said

"Well, I think that's what your dad's animgus form was. It makes sense right? Professor Lupin said that his nickname was Prongs, like the prongs of antlers, and that he turned into a big enough animal to control him when he was a werewolf." y/n explained.

"It's like he's still with you, in a way," said Hermione.

"Yeah.. it is," Harry said softly looking back to the lake where his powerful Patronus once stood, "And yours y/n, it was a snake wasn't it?"

"Very fitting for a Slytherin I suppose." y/n chuckled.

"But it wasn't just any snake," Hermione interjected, "It was a three-headed snake, a runespore."

"A what-spore?" 

"A runespore. Honestly, you should pay more attention in Hagrid's classes," Hermione sighed before continuing, "They're three-headed snakes with each head having its own role for the snake as a whole. The left one is the planner and decides what the snake is going to do, the middle is the dreamer and the right is the critic who evaluates the other two heads and carries the deadly venom the snake uses to kill its prey. From what I've read, it's a very rare Patronus."

"Wicked," y/n breathed out.

Hermione checked her watch, "C'mon, Snape will be coming down soon to take us back to the castle." She said and they waited behind the tree line for Snape to come down and discover the three unconscious bodies. Not two minutes later, the Potions master came upon the scene and conjured stretchers for y/n and Harry and bound Sirius before levitating them off the floor and sending them up to the castle.

Harry watched on, his hate for Snape growing as he watched him take is Godfather as a prisoner.

"We should go," said Hermione, "They'll be getting ready to perform the kiss."

y/n visibly shuddered at the thought. She had seen enough dementors and would be more than happy to never see one again. She approached Buckbeak who waiting patiently behind them, deeper in the forest. She bowed at him and he bowed back, giving her permission to approach him.