Fallen Angel
I know I've been a little MIA lately, but college's always keeping me busy :(
So, here's a new Sirius/Hermione story I've been working on:
Title: Fallen Angel
Chapter 1: Protection Spells
Summary: Like a fallen angel he had returned to her life. Neither knew how or why, but it was up to her to solve the mystery, to save him and herself...without losing her heart in the process.
Rating: NC-17 in the future :D
“Harry, Ron! You’re back!” Hermione yelled, as she ran into the kitchen at Grimmauld Place, startling everyone into silence. With a broad smile, Harry got up from his chair, almost falling back again when she crashed into him, hugging him tightly. Her eyes fell on Ron then, who was standing by them, and hugged him just as tightly, although a little more awkwardly. “I’m so glad you’re finally back,” she said, stepping away from them just enough to make sure they had both come back in one piece.
“You can talk while you eat,” Mrs Weasley interrupted, pushing a plate in front of Hermione. She sat down, but didn’t touch the food; she was too excited to eat.
“Where have you been? We haven’t heard from you in weeks.”
“Yeah, well, we ran into a bit of trouble,” Harry said, with a shrug.
“Trouble? What happened? Why didn’t you call for help?”
He looked at her for a moment, uncertain, then turned to Ron, who was busy stuffing food into his mouth and only shrugged.
“What’s going on?” she asked, suspiciously.
They both looked at her again, then turned to Ginny, who had walked in after her and was sitting in front of them, and then to the twins. They turned to Mrs Weasley last, who had suddenly stopped moving about the kitchen, her attention completely focused on them.
Ron and Harry had been away most of the summer, in search of the Horcruxes. She was supposed to go with them, but just a few days before they left her father had gotten sick. When it became apparent that Muggle doctors could do nothing for him, she had tried to get a healer to see him. The problem was, St Mungo’s didn’t normally take Muggle patients.
The Horcrux hunt couldn’t wait, so they’d decided the boys would leave without her, and as soon as things were settled she would join them. It had taken her two months to get a healer to see her father.
What Muggle doctors hadn’t been able to do in months, the healer had done in just a few days, but by the time her father was healed they had stopped receiving news from Ron and Harry.
“Harry? What is it?” she insisted, when they didn’t answer.
“Nothing important,” he said, busying himself with the food as he spoke. “Maybe it’s better if we wait for the rest of the Order, so we’ll only have to tell the story once.”
“Just tell us what happened, boys,” Mrs Weasley said. “We have been so worried about you, all this time with no news.”
“Nothing bad happened, Mum, but it’s a long story; we’d rather only go through it once.”
Mrs Weasley hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, “I’ll contact the Order to schedule a meeting for today.”
“I’m sure you’re tired,” Hermione said, as Mrs Weasley left the kitchen. “Why don’t you two go upstairs and get some rest?” she suggested, giving Ron and Harry a meaningful look.
“Well, actually,” Ron started, reaching for another toast, “we’re not really all that ti…”
“I’ll help you carry your things up the stairs,” she interrupted, getting up and grabbing one of the bags they had left by the door before heading out of the kitchen. She felt something strange as she walked past the doorway, a strange prickle of warm energy against her skin, but the next second it had passed. Shaking her head, she continued down the hallway and towards the stairs. It took Harry and Ron a few minutes, but finally they joined her in their bedroom.
“Okay, spill it,” she said, as soon as they stepped through the doorway.
“You know, now that I think about it, I do feel kind of tired. Maybe we can talk about this after we-”
“Ronald Weasley, I haven’t had any news in weeks. We had no idea where you where, where to start looking for you. We didn’t know if something had happened, if you had been captured, killed. We have been going crazy with worry, I’ve spent the last weeks going through every book in the house, trying to find a tracking charm powerful enough to find you, so don’t tell me you’re too tired to talk. Sit down and tell me what happened, or I swear I’ll curse the truth out of you. Out of the two of you,” she added, looking at Harry. Both boys gulped visibly.
“We didn’t mean to scare you, or make anyone worry; we just couldn’t contact anyone,” Harry said, as he sat on the bed beside her.
“Why is that?”
“Well,” Ron said, “we couldn’t use magic.”
“Why not? Was someone tracking you? I’ve told you there are ways to-“
“No,” Harry interrupted. “No one was tracking us. We couldn’t do any magic.”
“You couldn’t do magic? What do you mean?”
“We’re not sure what happened, it was like we’d turned into Muggles all of a sudden.”
“Wards that prevent all kind of magic are extremely rare.”
“Wards didn’t do it,” Harry said. “We hadn’t gone anywhere when it happened.”
“Well, there are some ancient curses that could take someone’s power,” she said, thinking hard, “but I’ve never read of anything that will take all kind of magical ability from the victim.”
“We couldn’t think of anything, either. We tried to get to a healer, thinking maybe they’d know what was happening to us, but we couldn’t get into the wizarding hospital in Dublin without using magic.”
“What were you doing in Dublin?”
“We were following a lead,” Ron explained. “So, since we couldn’t get in touch with the magical community, and we couldn’t come back here either, because we didn’t have enough Muggle money for the trip, we decided to try something else.”
“Try what?” she asked, suspiciously.
“We went to see a witch. Well, what Muggles call a witch, actually.”
“I’d heard my aunt talk about them once. A friend of hers was going to one, trying to get her soul cleansed or something like that,” Harry said.
“How did you find one?”
“We just searched for them in Muggle newspapers. You’d be surprised by the things you can find in them. The first two we went to were fakes, you just had to see the way they were dressed to know that.”
“But the third one seemed to know what she was talking about. She was probably a Squib or something.”
“So what did she tell you?”
“She said our energy was being drained by something, but that there was no need to worry, it would pass. She also said we had a strange aura around us, something protecting us.”
“She was right,” Ron said. “It took almost another full week, but one morning our magic was back, same as it ever was.”
“It came back, just like that?”
“Yep,” he said, leaning back against the headboard. “Not only that, but it brought along more luck than we’d had the whole trip.”
“What do you mean?”
“The day we got our magic back we went back to the wizarding part of the city to send a message to the Order, let you all know we were all right, and as we were walking down the street I got the sudden feeling that I needed to go into an antique shop we’d just walked by. It was really strange, I just turned around in the middle of the street and started walking towards the shop, as if there were strings pulling me to it.”
“So I go inside right after him,” Ron continued, with a broad smile, “and as we’re waiting I see the clerk reach for this strange looking box on a high shelf. Just as he was grabbing it his sleeve rolled down, and I got a glimpse of a Dark Mark on his forearm.”
“A Death Eater?” she asked, surprised, and they both nodded. “Didn’t he recognize you?” she asked Harry, and he smirked.
“That morning, before leaving the hotel we were staying at, I looked at myself in the mirror and got the feeling I should do something about the scar, so I used a Glamour Charm to hide it.”
“It almost sounds like too much luck,” she said, suspiciously.
“That’s not even the best of it,” Ron said. “That night we waited until the shop was closed and went inside.”
“You did what?!”
“Well, I had the feeling that there was something important in there,” Harry said with a shrug.
“Once inside, it took Harry less than five minutes to find just what we were looking for. A Horcrux.”
“What? He just had it lying there?”
“Oh, no,” Ron said, laughing. “Trust me, it was well hidden and protected. If Harry hadn’t had a feeling of where to look, we never would have found it. It was as if he’d taken a full bottle of Felix Felicis.”
“And you haven’t, right?” she asked, narrowing her eyes.
“Of course not!”
“Well, good luck doesn’t just come like that,” she said, getting up and turning to face them.
“What are you doing?” Harry asked, when she reached for her wand and aimed it at them.
“I’m going to check the two of you for spells. Things like that don’t just happen.”
“We’ve already checked for spells.”
“Good, that will save us some time,” she said, skipping the most basic spells and moving straight to the more powerful ones. She searched for any and every kind of magic, good or bad, as they looked at her, the expression on their faces telling her they didn’t think there was anything to be found. It took her almost fifteen minutes to find what the Muggle witch had sensed. There was some strange kind of magic around them. Not the two of them actually; the magic seemed to be centred on Harry, but it was powerful enough to touch those around him.
She focused on the magic surrounding him like a wall, and tried to weaken it, to break through it. Whatever it was, it was not Harry’s magic; it was something else, and it could be dangerous.
She was so focused on getting through the strange magic that she didn’t notice Harry had fallen back against the bed until she heard Ron say, “Harry, are you all right?” Then something crashed into her so hard she stumbled back, lowering her wand.
“What was that?” she asked, almost to herself. Whatever had crashed into her, it had felt like strong, warm energy, like touching a ghost, only warm instead of cold. It was the same thing she had felt in the kitchen.
“What did you do to him?” Ron asked worriedly, as she walked closer to the bed. Harry was lying on his back, his face pale and his eyes unfocused. His mouth opened wide as he gasped for breath.
“I didn’t do anything,” she sad, kneeling by Harry. “I was just trying to- Did you feel that?” she asked. She had felt the warm energy again when she reached for Harry. Whatever it was, it seemed to be hovering over him. She was about to reach for her wand again when she saw Harry’s eyes were focused, his breathing slowing down. Whatever was there, it seemed to be helping him.
“Ron, give me your hand.”
“What?”
“Just-” she started, then reached for his arm and pulled it to her, right through the warm energy. “Do you feel that?”
“Feel what?”
“That…warmth, in the air.”
“I don’t feel anything. What’s going on?”
“I don’t know.”
“What did you do?” Harry asked in a soft voice, as he sat up.
“There was something around you, some kind of magic, and I just tried to break through it. I thought it was something bad, but now I think the woman you talked to in Dublin, the witch, had been right. The energy is like some kind of protection. I need to know what it is.”
“Well, you aren’t playing with it again, look what you did to Harry!”
“Something must have happened to you to cause this,” she said, sitting next to Harry. “From what you said, that Muggle witch sensed the protection before you got your magic back, so maybe it’s related to why you lost it in the first place.”
“What does it matter how it happened, if it’s good?” Harry asked.
“Because it’s still magic, and we know nothing about it. It could be affecting you in ways we don’t know yet. What happened before you lost your magic?”
“We were at the hotel, and we-“ Harry hesitated and turned to Ron with a frown. “It’s a little fuzzy, I don’t remember exactly.”
“I remember bits and pieces,” Ron said, with the same confused expression. “We were having dinner, and I said something about... some books, I think.”
“Yes, I remember opening a book. There was a spell, a protection spell of some kind.”
“You cast a protection spell you knew nothing about?”
“Mmm, maybe?” Ron said, sounding embarrassed.
“There are some books in the blue bag. It had to be one of those.”
She reached for the bag and opened it. There were seven books inside. She took a moment to pull them out and lay them on the bed; she knew four of the books, so she put them back inside the bag and focused on the other three.
They were old books, and just one look at them told her they were also rare. One of them was written in a language she couldn’t decipher, so that ruled it out. The spell had to be in one of the two left.
She moved the books closer to her, one right next to the other, and then aimed her wand at them. A quick spell showed her which book they had used, another opened it on the right page.
“This is very powerful magic,” she said, as she read. “I’ve never seen anything like this.” She turned to the next page and gasped. “You cast a spell that needed blood? Do you have any idea how dangerous that kind of magic is?”
“Why dangerous? It was just a tiny drop,” Ron said, but she ignored him. She was too busy reading about the spell. There was very little information on the spell itself, on how it worked or the possible consequences. From what she could see, the spell didn’t work like most protection magic did. This one invoked some kind of entity that was in charge of the protection, and linked to the witch or wizard that cast the spell.
“Do you have any idea how many things could have gone wrong with…” she started, but Mrs Weasley’s voice calling Ron and Harry interrupted her. Some of the Order members had arrived, and they wanted to talk to the boys. They seemed to think it was the perfect opportunity to get away from her.
“We’ll talk about it later,” Ron said, as he walked out of the bedroom.
“Are you coming?” Harry asked, as he got up.
“I want to go over this spell again. I’ll join you in a few.”
“All right, hurry,” he said, as he started after Ron, but before he left the room she cast the most powerful wards she knew, setting them to only let Harry through. If she was right, whatever entity that was protecting Harry should be trapped in the room with her. She hoped keeping it inside wouldn’t affect Harry the way trying to break through the magic had, but if it did he was close enough that she would find out fast and drop the wards to let it out.
She waited for a few seconds, but there were no screams for help, or gasps for breath. It seemed Harry was all right.
“Okay, let’s do this,” she muttered to herself, as she got up and closed the door.
She stood with her back to the door and took a deep breath, then lifted her wand and cast the most powerful revealing spell she could think of. She hoped it would be enough.
For a few seconds nothing happened, but then she saw a blur move towards her. It was barely visible at first, but slowly it took shape.
The outline was visible first, a man’s shape. As it moved closer to her the image started to get clear; he looked strangely familiar.
The figure tilted its head to the side as he looked at her, seeming as surprised at her seeing him as she was. He took another step closer and the lines smoothed, and she could finally see the man clearly. She blinked, unable to believe what she was seeing, who she was seeing. It was impossible, it couldn’t be him.
She couldn’t possibly be standing in front of Sirius Black.
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So, here's a new Sirius/Hermione story I've been working on:
Title: Fallen Angel
Chapter 1: Protection Spells
Summary: Like a fallen angel he had returned to her life. Neither knew how or why, but it was up to her to solve the mystery, to save him and herself...without losing her heart in the process.
Rating: NC-17 in the future :D
“Harry, Ron! You’re back!” Hermione yelled, as she ran into the kitchen at Grimmauld Place, startling everyone into silence. With a broad smile, Harry got up from his chair, almost falling back again when she crashed into him, hugging him tightly. Her eyes fell on Ron then, who was standing by them, and hugged him just as tightly, although a little more awkwardly. “I’m so glad you’re finally back,” she said, stepping away from them just enough to make sure they had both come back in one piece.
“You can talk while you eat,” Mrs Weasley interrupted, pushing a plate in front of Hermione. She sat down, but didn’t touch the food; she was too excited to eat.
“Where have you been? We haven’t heard from you in weeks.”
“Yeah, well, we ran into a bit of trouble,” Harry said, with a shrug.
“Trouble? What happened? Why didn’t you call for help?”
He looked at her for a moment, uncertain, then turned to Ron, who was busy stuffing food into his mouth and only shrugged.
“What’s going on?” she asked, suspiciously.
They both looked at her again, then turned to Ginny, who had walked in after her and was sitting in front of them, and then to the twins. They turned to Mrs Weasley last, who had suddenly stopped moving about the kitchen, her attention completely focused on them.
Ron and Harry had been away most of the summer, in search of the Horcruxes. She was supposed to go with them, but just a few days before they left her father had gotten sick. When it became apparent that Muggle doctors could do nothing for him, she had tried to get a healer to see him. The problem was, St Mungo’s didn’t normally take Muggle patients.
The Horcrux hunt couldn’t wait, so they’d decided the boys would leave without her, and as soon as things were settled she would join them. It had taken her two months to get a healer to see her father.
What Muggle doctors hadn’t been able to do in months, the healer had done in just a few days, but by the time her father was healed they had stopped receiving news from Ron and Harry.
“Harry? What is it?” she insisted, when they didn’t answer.
“Nothing important,” he said, busying himself with the food as he spoke. “Maybe it’s better if we wait for the rest of the Order, so we’ll only have to tell the story once.”
“Just tell us what happened, boys,” Mrs Weasley said. “We have been so worried about you, all this time with no news.”
“Nothing bad happened, Mum, but it’s a long story; we’d rather only go through it once.”
Mrs Weasley hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, “I’ll contact the Order to schedule a meeting for today.”
“I’m sure you’re tired,” Hermione said, as Mrs Weasley left the kitchen. “Why don’t you two go upstairs and get some rest?” she suggested, giving Ron and Harry a meaningful look.
“Well, actually,” Ron started, reaching for another toast, “we’re not really all that ti…”
“I’ll help you carry your things up the stairs,” she interrupted, getting up and grabbing one of the bags they had left by the door before heading out of the kitchen. She felt something strange as she walked past the doorway, a strange prickle of warm energy against her skin, but the next second it had passed. Shaking her head, she continued down the hallway and towards the stairs. It took Harry and Ron a few minutes, but finally they joined her in their bedroom.
“Okay, spill it,” she said, as soon as they stepped through the doorway.
“You know, now that I think about it, I do feel kind of tired. Maybe we can talk about this after we-”
“Ronald Weasley, I haven’t had any news in weeks. We had no idea where you where, where to start looking for you. We didn’t know if something had happened, if you had been captured, killed. We have been going crazy with worry, I’ve spent the last weeks going through every book in the house, trying to find a tracking charm powerful enough to find you, so don’t tell me you’re too tired to talk. Sit down and tell me what happened, or I swear I’ll curse the truth out of you. Out of the two of you,” she added, looking at Harry. Both boys gulped visibly.
“We didn’t mean to scare you, or make anyone worry; we just couldn’t contact anyone,” Harry said, as he sat on the bed beside her.
“Why is that?”
“Well,” Ron said, “we couldn’t use magic.”
“Why not? Was someone tracking you? I’ve told you there are ways to-“
“No,” Harry interrupted. “No one was tracking us. We couldn’t do any magic.”
“You couldn’t do magic? What do you mean?”
“We’re not sure what happened, it was like we’d turned into Muggles all of a sudden.”
“Wards that prevent all kind of magic are extremely rare.”
“Wards didn’t do it,” Harry said. “We hadn’t gone anywhere when it happened.”
“Well, there are some ancient curses that could take someone’s power,” she said, thinking hard, “but I’ve never read of anything that will take all kind of magical ability from the victim.”
“We couldn’t think of anything, either. We tried to get to a healer, thinking maybe they’d know what was happening to us, but we couldn’t get into the wizarding hospital in Dublin without using magic.”
“What were you doing in Dublin?”
“We were following a lead,” Ron explained. “So, since we couldn’t get in touch with the magical community, and we couldn’t come back here either, because we didn’t have enough Muggle money for the trip, we decided to try something else.”
“Try what?” she asked, suspiciously.
“We went to see a witch. Well, what Muggles call a witch, actually.”
“I’d heard my aunt talk about them once. A friend of hers was going to one, trying to get her soul cleansed or something like that,” Harry said.
“How did you find one?”
“We just searched for them in Muggle newspapers. You’d be surprised by the things you can find in them. The first two we went to were fakes, you just had to see the way they were dressed to know that.”
“But the third one seemed to know what she was talking about. She was probably a Squib or something.”
“So what did she tell you?”
“She said our energy was being drained by something, but that there was no need to worry, it would pass. She also said we had a strange aura around us, something protecting us.”
“She was right,” Ron said. “It took almost another full week, but one morning our magic was back, same as it ever was.”
“It came back, just like that?”
“Yep,” he said, leaning back against the headboard. “Not only that, but it brought along more luck than we’d had the whole trip.”
“What do you mean?”
“The day we got our magic back we went back to the wizarding part of the city to send a message to the Order, let you all know we were all right, and as we were walking down the street I got the sudden feeling that I needed to go into an antique shop we’d just walked by. It was really strange, I just turned around in the middle of the street and started walking towards the shop, as if there were strings pulling me to it.”
“So I go inside right after him,” Ron continued, with a broad smile, “and as we’re waiting I see the clerk reach for this strange looking box on a high shelf. Just as he was grabbing it his sleeve rolled down, and I got a glimpse of a Dark Mark on his forearm.”
“A Death Eater?” she asked, surprised, and they both nodded. “Didn’t he recognize you?” she asked Harry, and he smirked.
“That morning, before leaving the hotel we were staying at, I looked at myself in the mirror and got the feeling I should do something about the scar, so I used a Glamour Charm to hide it.”
“It almost sounds like too much luck,” she said, suspiciously.
“That’s not even the best of it,” Ron said. “That night we waited until the shop was closed and went inside.”
“You did what?!”
“Well, I had the feeling that there was something important in there,” Harry said with a shrug.
“Once inside, it took Harry less than five minutes to find just what we were looking for. A Horcrux.”
“What? He just had it lying there?”
“Oh, no,” Ron said, laughing. “Trust me, it was well hidden and protected. If Harry hadn’t had a feeling of where to look, we never would have found it. It was as if he’d taken a full bottle of Felix Felicis.”
“And you haven’t, right?” she asked, narrowing her eyes.
“Of course not!”
“Well, good luck doesn’t just come like that,” she said, getting up and turning to face them.
“What are you doing?” Harry asked, when she reached for her wand and aimed it at them.
“I’m going to check the two of you for spells. Things like that don’t just happen.”
“We’ve already checked for spells.”
“Good, that will save us some time,” she said, skipping the most basic spells and moving straight to the more powerful ones. She searched for any and every kind of magic, good or bad, as they looked at her, the expression on their faces telling her they didn’t think there was anything to be found. It took her almost fifteen minutes to find what the Muggle witch had sensed. There was some strange kind of magic around them. Not the two of them actually; the magic seemed to be centred on Harry, but it was powerful enough to touch those around him.
She focused on the magic surrounding him like a wall, and tried to weaken it, to break through it. Whatever it was, it was not Harry’s magic; it was something else, and it could be dangerous.
She was so focused on getting through the strange magic that she didn’t notice Harry had fallen back against the bed until she heard Ron say, “Harry, are you all right?” Then something crashed into her so hard she stumbled back, lowering her wand.
“What was that?” she asked, almost to herself. Whatever had crashed into her, it had felt like strong, warm energy, like touching a ghost, only warm instead of cold. It was the same thing she had felt in the kitchen.
“What did you do to him?” Ron asked worriedly, as she walked closer to the bed. Harry was lying on his back, his face pale and his eyes unfocused. His mouth opened wide as he gasped for breath.
“I didn’t do anything,” she sad, kneeling by Harry. “I was just trying to- Did you feel that?” she asked. She had felt the warm energy again when she reached for Harry. Whatever it was, it seemed to be hovering over him. She was about to reach for her wand again when she saw Harry’s eyes were focused, his breathing slowing down. Whatever was there, it seemed to be helping him.
“Ron, give me your hand.”
“What?”
“Just-” she started, then reached for his arm and pulled it to her, right through the warm energy. “Do you feel that?”
“Feel what?”
“That…warmth, in the air.”
“I don’t feel anything. What’s going on?”
“I don’t know.”
“What did you do?” Harry asked in a soft voice, as he sat up.
“There was something around you, some kind of magic, and I just tried to break through it. I thought it was something bad, but now I think the woman you talked to in Dublin, the witch, had been right. The energy is like some kind of protection. I need to know what it is.”
“Well, you aren’t playing with it again, look what you did to Harry!”
“Something must have happened to you to cause this,” she said, sitting next to Harry. “From what you said, that Muggle witch sensed the protection before you got your magic back, so maybe it’s related to why you lost it in the first place.”
“What does it matter how it happened, if it’s good?” Harry asked.
“Because it’s still magic, and we know nothing about it. It could be affecting you in ways we don’t know yet. What happened before you lost your magic?”
“We were at the hotel, and we-“ Harry hesitated and turned to Ron with a frown. “It’s a little fuzzy, I don’t remember exactly.”
“I remember bits and pieces,” Ron said, with the same confused expression. “We were having dinner, and I said something about... some books, I think.”
“Yes, I remember opening a book. There was a spell, a protection spell of some kind.”
“You cast a protection spell you knew nothing about?”
“Mmm, maybe?” Ron said, sounding embarrassed.
“There are some books in the blue bag. It had to be one of those.”
She reached for the bag and opened it. There were seven books inside. She took a moment to pull them out and lay them on the bed; she knew four of the books, so she put them back inside the bag and focused on the other three.
They were old books, and just one look at them told her they were also rare. One of them was written in a language she couldn’t decipher, so that ruled it out. The spell had to be in one of the two left.
She moved the books closer to her, one right next to the other, and then aimed her wand at them. A quick spell showed her which book they had used, another opened it on the right page.
“This is very powerful magic,” she said, as she read. “I’ve never seen anything like this.” She turned to the next page and gasped. “You cast a spell that needed blood? Do you have any idea how dangerous that kind of magic is?”
“Why dangerous? It was just a tiny drop,” Ron said, but she ignored him. She was too busy reading about the spell. There was very little information on the spell itself, on how it worked or the possible consequences. From what she could see, the spell didn’t work like most protection magic did. This one invoked some kind of entity that was in charge of the protection, and linked to the witch or wizard that cast the spell.
“Do you have any idea how many things could have gone wrong with…” she started, but Mrs Weasley’s voice calling Ron and Harry interrupted her. Some of the Order members had arrived, and they wanted to talk to the boys. They seemed to think it was the perfect opportunity to get away from her.
“We’ll talk about it later,” Ron said, as he walked out of the bedroom.
“Are you coming?” Harry asked, as he got up.
“I want to go over this spell again. I’ll join you in a few.”
“All right, hurry,” he said, as he started after Ron, but before he left the room she cast the most powerful wards she knew, setting them to only let Harry through. If she was right, whatever entity that was protecting Harry should be trapped in the room with her. She hoped keeping it inside wouldn’t affect Harry the way trying to break through the magic had, but if it did he was close enough that she would find out fast and drop the wards to let it out.
She waited for a few seconds, but there were no screams for help, or gasps for breath. It seemed Harry was all right.
“Okay, let’s do this,” she muttered to herself, as she got up and closed the door.
She stood with her back to the door and took a deep breath, then lifted her wand and cast the most powerful revealing spell she could think of. She hoped it would be enough.
For a few seconds nothing happened, but then she saw a blur move towards her. It was barely visible at first, but slowly it took shape.
The outline was visible first, a man’s shape. As it moved closer to her the image started to get clear; he looked strangely familiar.
The figure tilted its head to the side as he looked at her, seeming as surprised at her seeing him as she was. He took another step closer and the lines smoothed, and she could finally see the man clearly. She blinked, unable to believe what she was seeing, who she was seeing. It was impossible, it couldn’t be him.
She couldn’t possibly be standing in front of Sirius Black.
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