As we turned around, there was Lupin as a werewolf, standing on four legs as he growled at us. Hermione hides her head in my chest as Harry and I stare at the werewolf. The werewolf stands tall on two legs, preparing to pounce, when the trees shake with the fury of a hurricane as Buckbeak charges into the clearing, shielding us from the werewolf. With lightning-fast reflexes, Buckbeak's claws slash the air, only inches from the werewolf's face. The werewolf stops, eyes glittering with rage, then he howls. Turning, it vanishes into the forest. Buckbeak turns back to us, and prances over. "Poor Professor Lupin is having a really tough night." Harry said as Hermione hid in my chest. The winds start to change and a cold breeze comes over us. Dementors. When we look up, we see hundreds of dementors flying towards where I am sure my father is. "Sirius. Come on." Harry starts to run as I grab Hermione's hand, dragging her along. When we get across the lake from the dementors, we wait. We see the dementors start to suck away at Harry as my father lays on the ground, unconscious.
"This is horrible." Hermione says, but Harry just shakes it off.
"Don't worry. My dad will come." I take out my wand, just in case. "He'll conjure the patronus." More dementors fly towards Harry. "Any minute now!" Harry yells but Hermione and I share a look. He's not coming. "Right there." Harry points. "You'll see."
"Harry, listen to me. No one is coming." Hermione tells him, but Harry shakes his head.
"Don't worry. He will. He will come." The dementors continue to suck away Harry's soul and I wince, watching it unfold.
"Harry, you're dying." I tell him. "Both of you are dying." I tell him, pulling his sleeve. I run forward, my wand already out. But Harry beats me to it.
"EXPECTO PATRONUM!" Harry yells as a patronus charm exits his wand. It's a stag. I smile as I run next to him, casting the spell as well. Mine in an Arctic Fox. I smile wider as the light comes from our wands, the dementors flying away from the light. They fly away from Harry. They fly away from my father. When they're all gone, we drop our wands.
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As we sat on the back of Buckbeak, flying through the sky, I smiled. I couldn't help but smile. My dad was alive. I could even see a smile on Harry's face. "You were right Hermione. It wasn't my dad I saw earlier. It was me!" He smiled widely. "I saw myself conjuring the Patronus before. I knew I could do it this time because, well, I had already done it. Does that make sense?" Hermione looked back at me, shaking her head. I smiled at her.
"No!" She shouted. "But I don't like flying..." As we shot down towards the ground, Hermione let out a loud piercing scream. As we landed on the tower, I saw my dad sitting on the cold floor, chained up in a cell.
"Bombarda!" Hermione yelled as the cell door burst open. And then we were all of Buckbeak again, flying towards safety. I saw my dad smile and I heard his cheers of excitement and I smiled widely. I rested my head against his back, just as we landed on the ground. As we snuck through the corridor, my dad's hand was in mine.
"I'll be forever grateful for this, to all of you." I look back at my dad and shake my head. This sounds like a goodbye.
"I want to go with you." Harry and I say at the same time.
"One day perhaps. For some time, my life will be too unpredictable." My dad steps towards us. "And besides, you're meant to be here." I sigh and look up at my father.
"But you're innocent." Hermione walks away, towards Buckbeak as my father sits me and Harry down.
"And you know it. And for now, that'll do." My father looks over at Harry, smiling at him. "I expect you're tired of hearing this, but you look like your father. Except your eyes... you have..."
"My mother's eyes." Harry smiles and nods.
"It's cruel that I spent so much time with James and Lily and you so little." My father tells Harry. He's still holding my hand as I try not to cry. I don't like goodbyes. I hate them. "But know this. The ones that love us never really leave us. And you can always find them," He points to our hearts and we smile. "In here." I nod as my father stands up, heading towards Buckbeak. As he mounts Buckbeak, I stare back at him, my heart aching to go with him. "You really are the brightest witch of your age." He tells Hermione, making her smile at him. Hermione steps back from Buckbeak, holding my hand as I hold Harry's. "I love you Mira. To the stars and back." I watch as he looks at me one last time. And then he's gone.
Hermione's eyes go wide as the clock strikes. "We have to go." I stare off at the dot that is my father, before running after them. We run through the castle, barely making it back to the hospital wing as we see Dumbledore close the doors behind him. "We did it." Hermione tells him and I smile.
"He's free." I tell Dumbledore. But Dumbledore just shrugs, pretending not to know what we're talking about.
"Did what?" He walks by us and I swear I see a small smile appear on his lips as he passes by. I laugh as we open the doors. Just in front of us, we disappear and Ron looks from where we were to where we are now, completely confused.
"How'd you three get over there? I was just talking to you... over there." I look over at Harry and Hermione, pretending to be confused.
"What's he talking about?" Hermione asks us and I shrug.
"I don't know." Harry said. He looked back at Ron. "Honestly Ron, how can somebody be in two places at once?" Hermione laughs, shaking her head. And Ron is left completely confused. Which is the best part of course.
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Daughter of Black
FanfictionShe was named after both her parents. On her father's side of the family, it was tradition that they were named after stars - Mira. Her mother's name was Arabella so her father gave her part of her mother's name as well. He wanted part of both of th...
