Red Lion [2] // Harry Potter// Draco Malfoy

Hello, Sirius Black

CHAPTER FIFTEEN: Hello, Sirius Black.

Hermione looked at the tree in fright," you do know what tree this is?"
Harry's eyes looked like they would pop out from his skull," That's and not good, Ron run!"
"Get up Ron!" Hadleigh yelled," It's a rat, leave it."
Ron looked behind us and pointed," Guys run, It's the Grimm!"

A black dog ran past me, Drizella bared her gums for a second before relaxing. Hadleigh and I shared a look of confusion. Sinking its teeth into Ron's leg, the black dog began to pull Ron in the direction of the tree. Somehow, I had a feeling where this would take us.
Harry grabbed on to Ron's hand, trying to free him from the jaws of a scrappy black dog – it growled at us menacingly; however, Drizella just sat there.
"Why isn't she doing anything!" Ron yelled, "Attack or something!"
"We are as confused as you are," I yelled back.

Unable to do a thing, we stared at the hole – with the tree not moving, Drizella followed the black dog at a calm pace – Harry made a run for it being picked up by one of the branches of the tree.
"What!" I shouted," Drizella!"

"Starting to see why advising them is better than getting involved." Hadleigh sighed.
I nodded with pursed lips," Well at least they haven't blamed Snape for anything."

This tree was insane. It moved around, trying to shake Hermione and Harry off like a game of Buckaroo. Thinking logically, we tried to find a pattern in the tree's movement or a spell that would immobilize it.
"What about Immobilus?" I asked.
Hadleigh hummed," What if the tree is charmed and it just gets angry."
"True."
"Seen anything that would help?"
I shook my head," Not this part."

"Duck!" Hermione screamed
"Where?" I took a twig to the face, scratching me around the eye, "oh that kind of duck."
Hadleigh laughed," Idiot."
Hermione hangs on for dear life her arms and leg wrapped around the vine like branches like a sloth; she was swung around gain, grabbing onto my hand on the way.
"Hermione!" I screamed, trying the grab on to the branch properly," Put me the fuck down!"
With a sheepish smile, she threw me – using the force of the moving branches to create the force. In the tunnel I landed on my stomach, pushing myself up by my hands – I was crushed by the weight of someone else.
"That was a soft landing." Hadleigh laughed," Celyn?"
"Get off me." I groaned.
Hadleigh gasped," Ever so sorry."

I rolled out of the way of the hole as Harry came through, seconds later so did Hermione. Through the hole, the Willow was still swinging it branches around.
"sorry." She said remorsefully pushing herself off Harry.

Standing in a cluster, we looked down the narrow path that was carved into the dirt; roots coming out of the ground, and weaved in and out of the walls.
" Where do you think this goes? "Hermione asked brushing down her trousers.
I exhaled through my nose," That's for you to find out."
Hadleigh asked looking at me," Can't you just tell us?"
"If I tell you, it might not happen the way it supposed to."
Hermione raised an eyebrow," Is your logic coming from Back to the future?"
"Maybe?" I shrugged.
Hadleigh sighed, "Let go find out what on the other end."

"Lumos," I whispered, the tip of my wand glowed a gentle blue.
We set out down the path, the bottom of my orange converse was caked with mud, over the bumps we used the wall to keep our balance.
We came to a dead-end, a ladder formed out of the roots that ran this deep underground. Hadleigh went first, pushing the trap door up slightly scanning the area before pushing it up fully.
At the top, I dropped the lid back down giving us more space in the narrow corridor. We looked around, the furniture had claw marks, hoof prints had dried on the ground with small rat prints standing between them.
I walked to one of the tables and saw a picture of four people; one looked a little like Harry, shaggy black hair and round glasses under his arm was a woman – flaming red hair looking at him with annoyance, a younger Professor Lupin, fewer scars on his face being pulled down by a black-haired boy with distinctive features and a pocket watch hanging from his leather jacket and the last one, a chubby boy who looked like he was just there for the sack of it. Turning it over I smiled: Prongs and Lily Evens, Moony, Padfoot, and Wormtail: The Marauders and Lily Evens Seventh Year.
I put it back, not wanting to disturb the legacy they had built in this place.
"We're in the shirking shake, aren't we?" Hermione asked.
Hadleigh nodded," Looks like it – though expected more ghosts."
Harry didn't answer.