Summary: What would have happened if an unknown part veela from Durmstrang would have got admission in Hogwarts in third year. My version of hp from poa. Please rate and review.
Rating: R
Categories: Alternate Universe
Characters: None
Genres: None
Warnings: None
Challenges: None
Series: None
Published: 2020.01.12
Updated: 2021.04.25
Index
Chapter 1: Chapter 1 the Hogwarts
Chapter 2: Chapter 2 Hogsmeade
Chapter 1: Chapter 1 the Hogwarts
Author's Notes: Please rate and review. If anyone would like to beta read my story please let me know.
Harry got up the train hurriedly as the Hogwarts Express has started moving from platform nine and three quarters. Harry has been held up by Mr Weasley for quite a long time and has been told not to go after Sirius black. He did not understand why would he go after someone who wants to kill him. He needs to tell Ron and Hermione about it. He went to his compartment and waved at Mr and Mrs Weasley from the window until the train turned a corner and blocked the view.
"I need to tell you something," said Harry and told them everything that Mr Weasley has told him.
The compartment door was opened by Ginny. She was trying to get in but " Go away, Ginny," Ron told her and shut the door in her face.
When he’d finished, Ron looked thunderstruck, and Hermione had her hands over her mouth. She finally lowered them to say, “Sirius Black escaped to come after you? Oh, Harry … you’ll have to be really, really careful. Don’t go looking for trouble, Harry –”
“I don’t go looking for trouble,” said Harry, nettled. “Trouble usually finds me.”
“How thick would Harry have to be, to go looking for a nutter who wants to kill him?” said Ron shakily.
The wizard sleeping in the opposite seat, who they think is professor R.J. Lupin and will teach DADA, stirred. They watched him apprehensively, but he simply turned his head the other way, mouth slightly open, and slept on.
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Ginny was furious with Ron's behaviour. She couldn't find any empty compartments. What would have happened if she would have stayed in their compartment? It's not as if she is going to be all over Harry like last year. She has grown up now and can take care of herself only if she found a compartment to sit. Her first year was quite a mess and she doesn't have any real friends in Hogwarts yet. Ginny was walking, checking every compartment but all were full. Just as she was going to Fred's compartment she noticed a compartment with just a boy in it.
Ginny nervously open the compartment door and asked, "Is this seat empty? All other compartments are full and...."
"Yeah sure, please come in. No worries," said the boy. He helped her lift the trunk onto the luggage rack.
Ginny has never seen the boy before in all her first year. He also didn't look like a first year, he looked older than that maybe a third year. Yeah, she was busy with the dairy but still, she would have noticed him as the boy is quite tall, handsome with bright blue eyes, jet black hair and an oval face. He was reading Quidditch through the ages.
"Hi, I am Ginny,'' said Ginny nervously, just to start a conversation. She really needed to make some friends. She didn't want to feel lonely all year.
"Hi, I am Arnav, you can call me Aru," Aru extended his hand to shake Ginny's.
"You look quite old for a first year," said Ginny after some time, just to start a conversation.
"That is because I am not a first year student. I am a third year student."
"But I don't remember seeing you in Hogwarts before."
"Yeah, I just joined Hogwarts. I used to be in Durmstrang Institute for Magical Learning."
Just then the plump witch with the food cart arrived at the compartment door and said, “Anything off the cart, dears?”
Aru bought some cauldron cakes, pumpkin pasties and chocolate frogs from the witch and paid her one sickle for all the sweets.
"Have some of these sweets," said Aru offering Ginny a chocolate frog which she accepted gladly as she was feeling hungry and it's lunch time. She has brought her lunch but the sandwich in her lunch could wait.
They were so busy eating sweets by the time they finished it was raining. The rain thickened as the train sped yet farther north; the windows were now a solid, shimmering gray, which gradually darkened until lanterns flickered into life all along the corridors and over the luggage racks. The train rattled, the rain hammered, the wind roared. The train was getting slower and slower. As the noise of the pistons fell away, the wind and rain sounded louder than ever against the windows.
"Looks like we have reached Hogsmeade," said Aru and stood up to walk out but suddenly the train came to a stop with a jolt, and distant thuds and bangs told them that luggage had fallen out of the racks. Then, without warning, all the lamps went out and they were plunged into total darkness. "What's going on?"
"Dunno...." Ginny's scared voice came from the corner.
There was a soft crackling sound and Aru is holding a jar of fire in his hand which illuminated a bit of the compartment.
They were thinking about what's going on when there is some noise and the door slid slowly open.
Standing in the doorway, illuminated by the shivering flames in Aru’s hand, was a cloaked figure that towered to the ceiling. Its face was completely hidden beneath its hood.
And then the thing beneath the hood, whatever it was, drew a long, slow, rattling breath, as though it were trying to suck something more than air from its surroundings.
An intense cold swept over them. Ginny felt his own breath catch in his chest. The cold went deeper than her skin. It was inside her chest, it was inside her very heart …
Then she heard a distant voice saying something and a white ghostly thing appearing from nowhere and the clouded figure was gone.
It took a while for Ginny to get back to normal and when she did, she asked, "what was that thing?"
"It was a dementor. A terrific creature. Here eat this. It will help." Aru extended a chocolate frog which was left from their sweets. Ginny took chocolate with shivering hands and ate it. She was feeling quite embarrassed because she felt weak and shivery in front of that thing.
They didn't talk much during the remainder of the journey. At long last, the train stopped at Hogsmeade station, and there was a great scramble to get outside; owls hooted and cats meowed. It was freezing on the tiny platform; rain was driving down in icy sheets.
“Firs’ years this way!” called a voice. Aru saw a gigantic man. His face was almost completely hidden by a long, shaggy mane of hair and a wild, tangled beard.
He takes out a parchment, read it and said again "arna' bansal you too. C’mon, follow me – anymore firs’ years? Mind yer step, now! Firs’ years follow me!”
They went to the black lake which was looking somehow blacker in all this rain and mounted on boats. Aru saw that in front of him there was the biggest castle he has ever seen it was quite beautiful. He got very excited about this school. Durmstrang is also a castle but not as big as this one.
This one is huge. They reached a kind of underground harbor, where they clambered out onto rocks and pebbles.
They walked up a flight of stone steps and crowded around the huge, oak front door. Hagrid raised a gigantic fist and knocked three times on the castle door.
The door swung open at once. A tall, black-haired witch in emerald-green robes stood there. She had a very stern face and Aru’s first thought was that this was not someone to cross.
“The firs’ years, Professor McGonagall,” said Hagrid.
“Thank you, Hagrid. I will take them from here.”
She pulled the door wide. The entrance hall was so big you could have put a medium sized house in it. The stone walls were lit with flaming torches unlike the ones at Durmstrang, which was mostly dark. The ceiling was too high to make out, and a magnificent marble staircase facing them led to the upper floors. The Hogwarts seemed much more cheerful than his previous school. He started liking Hogwarts instantly. They followed Professor McGonagall across the flagged stone floor and showed them into a small, empty chamber off the hall. They are being sorted from here.
And soon they were called in the great hall in a line.
Aru has never even imagined such a strange and splendid place. It was lit by thousands and thousands of candles that were floating in midair over four long tables, where the rest of the students were sitting. These tables were laid with glittering golden plates and goblets. At the top of the hall was another long table where the teachers were sitting.
Professor Flitwick led the first years up here so that they came to a halt in a line facing the other students, with the teachers behind them. The hundreds of faces staring at them looked like pale lanterns in the flickering candlelight. Dotted here and there among the students, the ghosts shone misty silver. Mainly to avoid all the staring eyes, Aru looked upward and saw a velvety black ceiling dotted with stars.
Aru quickly looked down again as Professor Flitwick silently placed a four-legged stool in front of the first years. On top of the stool, he put a pointed wizard’s hat. This hat was patched and frayed and extremely dirty.
There was chatter on all four tables of students. They were whispering and pointing at Aru. Aru spotted Ginny at one of the tables in the corner and smiled. Everyone was amazed because it was not usual to stand a tall handsome boy who looked slightly overage for the first year.
"Forgot to come to school for some years?" someone from the table in another corner commented. Everyone on that table laughed loudly. Some of the students from other tables sniggered. The rest was either watching him interestingly or watching the corner table hatefully.
Then the sorting started and in some time he was sitting on the stool sorting hat on his head.he heard a voice in his head "Hmmm, a Veela in Hogwarts! Interesting.
"GRYFFINDOR!" shouted the hat after some time. .
Chapter 2: Chapter 2 Hogsmeade
Author's Notes: Sorry guys for delaying in posting second chapter. A lot is happening in the life. But now I will try to post as regular as I can
Hogsmeade
First month in Hogwarts was really fun. With some explanation that how come I (Aru) have been admitted to school in third year, there was not a lot of questioning. The feast at night was awesome. It was so light and cheerful in Hogwarts. Durmstrang was very dark and gloomy. And Hogwarts was larger and more mysterious. There were a hundred and forty-two staircases at Hogwarts: wide, sweeping ones; narrow, rickety ones; some that led somewhere different on a Friday; some with a vanishing step halfway up that you had to remember to jump. Then there were doors that wouldn’t open unless you asked politely, or tickled them in exactly the right place, and doors that weren’t really doors at all, but solid walls just pretending. It was also very hard to remember where anything was because it all seemed to move around a lot. Durmstrang was a magical school too but it was nothing like this place. We had to choose at least two subjects for our third year with seven other compulsory subjects. I chose ancient runes and care of magical creatures. A Slytherin boy got injured in our first ever class of care of magical creatures due to his recklessness. And the dada class was awesome with that boggart. Professor McGonagall is an animagi, her show of turning into a cat was fascinating. Professor Snape favors Slytherin students but Aru liked Hogwarts, he has been adjusted to the environment of Hogwarts and is enjoying it thoroughly.
It was the second Hogsmeade trip before Christmas. On the Saturday morning of the Hogsmeade trip, Harry bid good-bye to Ron and Hermione, who were wrapped in cloaks and scarves, then turned up the marble staircase alone, and headed back toward Gryffindor Tower. Snow had started to fall outside the windows, and the castle was very still and quiet.
"Psst -- Harry!"
He turned, halfway along the third-floor corridor, to see Fred and George peering out at him from behind a statue of a humpbacked, one-eyed witch.
"What are you doing?" said Harry curiously. "How come you're not going to Hogsmeade?"
"We've come to give you a bit of festive cheer before we go," said Fred, with a mysterious wink. "Come in here...."
He nodded toward an empty classroom to the left of the one-eyed statue. Harry followed Fred and George inside. George closed the door quietly and then turned, beaming, to look at Harry.
"Early Christmas present for you, Harry," he said.
Fred pulled something from inside his cloak with a flourish and laid it on one of the desks. It was a large, square, very worn piece of parchment with nothing written on it. Harry, suspecting one of Fred and George's jokes, stared at it.
"What's that supposed to be?"
"This, Harry, is the secret of our success," said George, patting the parchment fondly.
"It's a wrench, give it to you," said Fred, "but we decided last night, your need's greater than ours."
"Anyway, we know it by heart," said George. "We bequeath it to you. We don't really need it anymore."
"And what do I need with a bit of old parchment?" said Harry.
"A bit of old parchment!" said Fred, closing his eyes with a grimace as though Harry had mortally offended him. "Explain, George."
"Well... when we were in our first year, Harry -- young, carefree, and innocent --"
Harry snorted. He doubted whether Fred and George had ever been innocent.
"Well, more innocent than we are now -- we got into a spot of bother with Filch."
"We let off a Dungbomb in the corridor and it upset him for some reason--"
"So he hauled us off to his office and started threatening us with the usual --" detention disembowelment and we couldn't help noticing a drawer in one of his filing cabinets marked Confiscated and Highly Dangerous.
"Don't tell me --" said Harry, starting to grin.
"Well, what would you've done?" said Fred. "George caused a diversion by dropping another Dungbomb, I whipped the drawer open, and grabbed -this."
"It's not as bad as it sounds, you know," said George. "We don't reckon Filch ever found out how to work it. He probably suspected what it was, though, or he wouldn't have confiscated it."
"And you know how to work it?"
"Oh yes," said Fred, smirking. "This little beauty's taught us more than all the teachers in this school."
"You're winding me up," said Harry, looking at the ragged old bit of parchment.
"Oh, are we?" said George.
He took out his wand, touched the parchment lightly, and said, "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good."
And at once, thin ink lines began to spread like a spider's web from the point that George's wand had touched. They joined each other, they crisscrossed, they fanned into every corner of the parchment; then words began to blossom across the top, great, curly green words, that proclaimed:
Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs
Purveyors of Aids to Magical Mischief-Makers are proud to present THE MARAUDER'S MAP
It was a map showing every detail of the Hogwarts castle and grounds. But the truly remarkable thing were the tiny ink dots moving around it, each labeled with a name in minuscule writing. Astounded, Harry bent over it. A labeled dot in the top left corner showed that Professor Dumbledore was pacing his study; the caretaker's cat, Mrs. Norris, was prowling the second floor; and Peeves the Poltergeist was currently bouncing around the trophy room. And as Harry's eyes traveled up and down the familiar corridors, he noticed something else.
This map showed a set of passages he had never entered. And many of them seemed to lead
"Right into Hogsmeade," said Fred, tracing one of them with his finger. "There are seven in all. Now, Filch knows about these four" -- he pointed them out -- "but we're sure we're the only ones who know about these. Don't bother with the one behind the mirror on the fourth floor. We used it until last winter, but it's caved in -- completely blocked. And we don't reckon anyone's ever used this one, because the Whomping Willow planted right over the entrance. But this one here, this one leads right into the cellar of Honeydukes. We've used it loads of times. And as you might've noticed, the entrance is right outside this room, through that one-eyed old crone's hump."
"Moony, Wormtaill Padfoot, and Prongs," sighed George, patting the heading of the map. "We owe them so much."
"Noble men, working tirelessly to help a new generation of lawbreakers," said Fred solemnly.
"Right," said George briskly. "Don't forget to wipe it after you've used it or anyone can read it," Fred said warningly.
"Just tap it again and say, 'Mischief managed!' And it'll go blank."
"So, young Harry," said Fred, in an uncanny impersonation of Percy, "mind you behave yourself."
"See you in Honeydukes," said George, winking.
They left the room, both smirking in a satisfied sort of way.
Harry stood there, gazing at the miraculous map. He watched the tiny ink Mrs. Norris turn left and pause to sniff at something on the floor. If Filch really didn't know... he wouldn't have to pass the dementors at all....
But even as he stood there, flooded with excitement, something Harry had once heard Mr. Weasley say came floating out of his memory.
Never trust anything that can think for itself, if you can't see where it keeps its brain.
This map was one of those dangerous magical objects Mr. Weasley had been warning against.... Aids for Magical Mischief Makers... but then, Harry reasoned, he only wanted to use it to get into Hogsmeade, it wasn't as though he wanted to steal anything or attack anyone... and Fred and George had been using it for years without anything horrible happening....
Harry traced the secret passage to Honeydukes with his finger.
Then, quite suddenly, as though following orders, he rolled up the map, stuffed it inside his robes, and hurried to the door of the classroom. He opened it a couple of inches. There was no one outside. Very carefully, he edged out of the room and behind the statue of the one-eyed witch.
What did he have to do? He pulled out the map again and saw to his astonishment, that a new ink figure had appeared upon it, labeled Harry Potter. This figure was standing exactly where the real Harry was standing, about halfway down the third-floor corridor.
Harry watched carefully. His little Ink self appeared to be tapping the witch with his minute wand. Harry quickly took out his real wand and tapped the statue. Nothing happened. He looked back at the map. The tiniest speech bubble had appeared next to his figure. The word inside said, "Dissendium."
"Dissendium!" Harry whispered, tapping the stone witch again.
At once, the statue's hump opened wide enough to admit a fairly thin person. Harry glanced quickly up and down the corridor, then tucked the map away again, hoisted himself into the hole headfirst, and pushed himself forward.
He slid a considerable way down what felt like a stone slide, then landed on cold, damp earth. He stood up, looking around.
It was pitch dark. He held up his wand, muttered, "Lumos! " and saw that he was in a very narrow, low, earthy passageway. He raised the map, tapped it with the tip of his wand, and muttered, "Mischief managed!" The map went blank at once. He folded it carefully, tucked it inside his robes, then, heart beating fast, both excited and apprehensive, he set off.
The passage twisted and turned, more like the burrow of a giant rabbit than anything else. Harry hurried along it, stumbling now and then on the uneven floor, holding his wand out in front of him.
It took ages, but Harry had the thought of Honeydukes to sustain him. After what felt like an hour, the passage began to rise. Panting, Harry sped up, his face hot, his feet very cold.
Ten minutes later, he came to the foot of some worn stone steps, which rose out of sight above him. Careful not to make any noise, Harry began to climb. A hundred steps, two hundred steps, he lost count as he climbed, watching his feet.... Then, without warning, his head hit something hard.
It seemed to be a trapdoor. Harry stood there, massaging the top of his head, listening. He couldn't hear any sounds above him. Very slowly, he pushed the trapdoor open and peered over the edge.
He was in a cellar, which was full of wooden crates and boxes. Harry climbed out of the trapdoor and replaced it -- it blended so perfectly with the dusty floor that it was impossible to tell it was there. Harry crept slowly toward the wooden staircase that led upstairs. Now he could definitely hear voices, not to mention the tinkle of a bell and the opening and shutting of a door.
Wondering what he ought to do, he suddenly heard a door open much closer at hand; somebody was about to come downstairs.
"And get another box of Jelly Slugs, dear, they've nearly cleaned us out--" said a woman's voice.
A pair of feet was coming down the staircase. Harry leapt behind an enormous crate and waited for the footsteps to pass. He heard the man shifting boxes against the opposite wall. He might not get another chance -
Quickly and silently, Harry dodged out from his hiding place and climbed the stairs; looking back, he saw an enormous backside and shiny bald head, buried in a box. Harry reached the door at the top of the stairs, slipped through it, and found himself behind the counter of Honeydukes-- he ducked, crept sideways, and then straightened up.
Honeydukes was so crowded with Hogwarts students that no one looked twice at Harry. He edged among them, looking around, and suppressed a laugh as he imagined the look that would spread over Dudley's piggy face if he could see where Harry was now.
There were shelves upon shelves of the most succulent-looking sweets imaginable. Creamy chunks of nougat, shimmering pink squares of coconut ice, fat, honey-colored toffees; hundreds of different kinds of chocolate in neat rows; there was a large barrel of Every Flavor Beans, and another of Fizzing Whizbees, the levitating sherbet balls that Ron had mentioned; along yet another wall were "Special Effects'' -- sweets: Droobles Best Blowing Gum (which filled a room with bluebell-colored bubbles that refused to pop for days), the strange, splintery Toothflossing Stringmints, tiny Black Pepper Imps ("breathe fire for your friends!"), Ice Mice ("hear your teeth chatter and squeak!"), peppermint creams shaped like toads ("hop realistically in the stomach!"), fragile sugar-spun quills, and exploding bonbons.
Harry squeezed himself through a crowd of sixth years and saw a sign hanging in the farthest corner of the shop (UNUSUAL TASTES). Ron and Hermione were standing underneath it, examining a tray of blood-flavored lollipops. Harry sneaked up behind them.
"Ugh, no, Harry won't want one of those, they're for vampires, I expect," Hermione was saying.
"How about these?" said Ron, shoving a jar of Cockroach Clusters under Hermione's nose.
"Definitely not," said Harry.
Ron nearly dropped the jar.
"Harry!" squealed Hermione. "What are you doing here? How -- how did you--?"
"Wow!" said Ron, looking very impressed, "you've learned to Apparate!"
"'Course I haven't," said Harry. He dropped his voice so that none of the sixth years could hear him and told them all about the Marauder's Map.
"How come Fred and George never gave it to me!" said Ron, outraged. "I'm their brother!"
"But Harry isn't going to keep it!" said Hermione, as though the idea were ludicrous. "He's going to hand it in to Professor McGonagall, aren't you, Harry?"
"No, I'm not!" said Harry.
"Are you mad?" said Ron, goggling at Hermione. "Hand in something that good?"
"If I hand it in, I'll have to say where I got it! Filch would know Fred and George had nicked it!"
"But what about Sirius Black?" Hermione hissed. "He could be using one of the passages on that map to get into the castle! The teachers have got to know!"
"He can't be getting in through a passage," said Harry quickly. "There are seven secret tunnels on the map, right? Fred and George reckon Filch already knows about four of them. And of the other three -- one of them's caved in, so no one can get through it. one of them's got the Whomping Willow planted over the entrance, so you can't get out of it. And the one I just came through -well - - it's really hard to see the entrance to it down in the cellar, so unless he knew it was there..."
Harry hesitated. What if Black did know the passage was there?
Ron, however, cleared his throat significantly, and pointed to a notice pasted on the inside of the sweet shop door.
--------BY ORDER OF -------- THE MINISTRY OF MAGIC
Customers are reminded that until further notice, dementors will be patrolling the streets of Hogsmeade every night after sundown. This measure has been put in place for the safety of Hogsmeade residents and will be lifted upon the recapture of Sirius Black. It is therefore advisable that you complete your shopping well before nightfall.
Merry Christmas!
"See?" said Ron quietly. "I'd like to see Black try to break into Honeydukes with dementors swarming all over the village. Anyway, Hermione, the Honeydukes owners would hear a break-in, wouldn't they? They live over the shop!"
"Yes, but but --" Hermoine seemed to be struggling to find another problem. "Look, Harry still shouldn't be coming into Hogsmeade. He hasn't got a signed form! If anyone finds out, he'll be in so much trouble! And it's not nightfall yet -- what if Sirius Black turns up today? Now?"
"He'd have a job spotting Harry in this," said Ron, nodding through the mullioned windows at the thick, swirling snow. "Come on, Hermione, it's Christmas. Harry deserves a break."
Hermione bit her lip, looking extremely worried.
"Are you going to report me?" Harry asked her, grinning.
"Oh -- of course not -- but honestly, Harry --"
"Seen the Fizzing Whizbees, Harry?" said Ron, grabbing him and leading him over to their barrel. "And the Jelly Slugs? And the Acid Pops? Fred gave me one of those when I was seven -- it burnt a hole right through my tongue. I remember Mum walloping him with her broomstick." Ron stared broodingly into the Acid Pop box. "Reckon Fred'd take a bit of Cockroach Cluster if I told him they were peanuts?"
When Ron and Hermione had paid for all their sweets, the three of them left Honeydukes for the blizzard outside.
Hogsmeade looked like a Christmas card; the little thatched cottages and shops were all covered in a layer of crisp snow; there were holy wreaths on the doors and strings of enchanted candles hanging in the trees.
Harry shivered; unlike the other two, he didn't have his cloak. They headed up the street, heads bowed against the wind, Ron and Hermione shouting through their scarves.
"That's the post office
"Zonko's is up there --"
"We could go up to the Shrieking Shack
"Tell you what," said Ron, his teeth chattering, "shall we go for a butterbeer in the Three Broomsticks?"
Harry was more than willing; the wind was fierce and his hands were freezing, so they crossed the road, and in a few minutes were entering the tiny inn.
It was extremely crowded, noisy, warm, and smoky. A curvy sort of woman with a pretty face was serving a bunch of rowdy warlock' up at the bar.
"That's Madam Rosmerta," said Ron. "I'll get the drinks, shall I?" he added, going slightly red.
Harry and Hermione made their way to the back of the room, there was a small, vacant table between the window and a handsome Christmas tree, which stood next to the fireplace. Ron came back five minutes later, carrying three foaming tankards of hot butterbeer.
"Merry Christmas!" he said happily, raising his tankard.
Harry drank deeply. It was the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted and seemed to heat every bit of him from the inside.
A sudden breeze ruffled his hair. The door of the Three Broomsticks had opened again. Harry looked over the rim of his tankard and choked.
Professors McGonagall and Flitwick had just entered the pub with a flurry of snowflakes, shortly followed by Hagrid, who was deep in conversation with a portly man in a lime-green bowler hat and a pinstriped cloak -- Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic.
In an instant, Ron and Hermione had both placed hands on the top of Harry's head and forced him off his stool and under the table. Dripping with butterbeer and crouching out of sight, he watched the teachers' and Fudge's feet move toward the bar, pause, then turn and walk right toward him. Somewhere above him, Hermione whispered, Mobiliarbus!"
The Christmas tree beside their table rose a few inches off the ground, drifted sideways, and landed and then fell down.
The whole pub is now looking at them. Professor McGonagall came there and pointed her wand. The tree rose and flew to the side of the pub and landed with a soft thud.
"Hello Miss Granger, Mr. Weasley," said McGonagall.
"Hello professor," Ron and Hermione gulped. It was the last thing they wanted to get noticed by a professor on that professor McGonagall.
"Who else was sitting with you?" Asked McGonagall.
"No one professor," They said shakily
"Then who does the third tankard belong to?" Asked McGonagall.
Now they were shaking like Naville does in front of snape.
"It belongs to me, professor," Aru said from behind, "I came to talk to them and forgot my tankered." Aru came and took the tankered and drank the remaining butterbeer and sat at the table the way so that Harry is more blocked from the view.
Professor McGonagall looked at them suspiciously and then strode off to where they were sitting, and started talking in a hushed voice. They tried to hear what they were talking about but could not get what it was about.
"You should have been careful Harry," whispered Aru, "if anyone would have seen you, you would have been expelled."
"Thanks, Aru," said Harry and they got out of the pub soon after the professors left.
They were heading back to Honeydukes when Malfoy cornered them.
"Going to catch Black potter? You think you revenge your parents?" Malfoy laughed.
"What are you talking about, Malfoy?" Said harry.
"The boy who lived didn't know that Black was the reason his parents were dead." Malfoy mocked and left laughing.
"What was that about?" Asked Ron.
And they left for Hogwarts.
Everyone left for their home the next day. All four of them had decided to stay in Hogwarts for the holidays. They went to meet Hagrid the next day.
"Hello Hagrid," said the quado.
"'ello, come in now. It's frizzin' out there" Hagrid said
It was actually very cold out there and the cabin of Hagrid is quite warm. They got in the cabin. Hagrid has worn a bed sheet size apron and something was shimmering in the fireplace.
"What are you making Hagrid," asked Hermione.
"I am preparin' some tea," said Hagrid and he gave them some rock cake.
Hagrid was looking in a good mood so Harry chose this time to ask the question troubling him.
"Who is Sirius Black?" Harry asked
"A friend of James Potter 'f co'rse," said Hagrid and then realized his mistake. He tried to usher them out of the cabin but it was too late.
Everyone was looking at him with a shocked expression.
"Then why did he want to kill me?" Asked harry.
It took some time but then Hagrid resigned and told them the whole story of how Sirius Black was the best friend of James and how he betrayed him and killed all those muggles with Pettigrew.
Harry after listening to all this felt very numb and left Hagrid's cabin and walked to the castle. Everyone else was behind him calling his name but he couldn't hear anyone as if he had gone deaf. Only Hagrid's words are echoing in his head. Sirius was the reason his parents are dead. He betrayed them.
Harry slumped into a chair next to the fire. Snow was falling outside the windows. Crookshanks was spread out in front of the fire like a large, ginger rug.
"You really don' look well, you know," Hermione said, peering anxiously into his face.
"I'm fine," said Harry.
"Harry, listen," said Hermione, exchanging a look with Ron, you must be really upset about what we heard yesterday. But the thing is, you mustn't go doing anything stupid."
"Like what?" said Harry.
"Like trying to go after Black," said Ron sharply.
"You won't, will you, Harry?" said Hermione.
"Because Black's not worth dying for," said Ron.
Harry looked at them. They didn't seem to understand at all.
"D'you know what I see and hear every time a dementor gets too near me?" Ron and Hermione shook their heads, looking apprehensive. "I can hear my mum screaming and pleading with Voldemort. And if you'd heard your mum screaming like that, just about to be killed, you wouldn't forget it in a hurry. And if you found out someone who was supposed to be a friend of hers betrayed her and sent Voldemort after her --"
"There's nothing you can do!" said Hermione, looking stricken. "The dementors will catch Black and he'll go back to Azkaban and -- and serve him right!"
"You heard what Fudge told Hagrid. Black isn't affected by Azkaban like normal people are. It's not a punishment for him like it is for the others."
"So what are you saying?" said Ron, looking very tense. "You want to -to kill Black or something?"
"Don't be silly," said Hermione in a panicky voice. "Harry doesn't want to kill anyone, do you, Harry?"
Again, Harry didn't answer. He didn't know what he wanted to do. All he knew was that the idea of doing nothing, while Black was at liberty, was almost more than he could stand.
He said abruptly, "Remember what he said to me in Potions? 'If it was me, I'd hunt him down myself... I'd want revenge.
"You're going to take Malfoy's advice instead of ours?" said Ron furiously.
"Listen... you know what Pettigrew's mother got back after Black had finished with him? Dad told me -- the Order of Merlin, First Class, and Pettigrew's finger in a box. That was the biggest bit of him they could find. Black's a madman, Harry, and he's dangerous --"
"Malfoy's dad must have told him," said Harry, ignoring Ron. "He was right in Voldemort's inner circle --"It
"Say You-Know-Who, will you?" interjected Ron angrily.
"-- so obviously, the Malfoys knew Black was working for Voldemort --"
"-- and Malfoy'd love to see you blown into about a million pieces, like Pettigrew! Get a grip. Malfoy's just hoping you'll get Yourself killed before he has to play you at Quidditch."
"Harry, please," said Hermione, her eyes now shining with tears, "Please be sensible. Black did a terrible, terrible thing, but d-don't put yourself in danger, it's what Black wants.... Oh, Harry, you'd be playing right into Black's hands if you went looking for him. Your mum and dad wouldn't want you to get hurt, would they? They'd never want you to go looking for Black!"
"I'll never know what they'd have wanted, because thanks to Black, I've never spoken to them," said Harry shortly.
There was a silence in which Crookshanks stretched luxuriously flexing his claws. Ron's pocket quivered.
"So what do you want to do?" Said Aru who was sitting silently all this time "you want to fight with Black? And you think you can have revenge? Do you think you are powerful enough to fight someone as strong as Black?"
"Oh, you don't know how powerful I am?" Said harry venomously
Aru smiled and said "I know quite well. You have faced a lot of things in the past two years. But you have always got help. When you fought troll, it was Ron who knocked it. Think about it, what would have happened if Ron wouldn't have been beside you, are you sure you would have survived that? When you went to catch Quirrell are you sure you could have gotten past the chess board Without Ron or the puzzle without Hermione? Did you have the slightest idea that Ron could have died with that stroke on chess or Hermione with that potion? And then you confronted Quirrell, who was dumb enough to take you physically. But if he would have tried to duel first and would have started firing curses, do you think you could have survived then?"
Ron was looking at Aru with a wide mouth and Hermione got teary.
"Last year how sure were that you could have killed a basilisk if Fawkes had not come to your aid? Yes, you have won some fights because there was no one dueling with you. Do you think Black will not try to fight you? He is a very strong dark wizard. Even Dementors don't have any effect on him. What do you think our chances are? What if anyone of us died in the process? Do you know where he is? Where will you go find him? He can be anywhere even in the forest. I too want revenge. Some death eaters killed my parents before the fall of Voldy. Maybe Black was one of them. I want to kill every one of them. But everything has the right time and the right place to do. You can never be careless. So I am learning to be an animagi so that I can have an advantage in fighting. I think you should also come with me."
Harry thought about it and decided that Aru is right. There is nothing he can do right now and brooding is not going to help him. Just then an owl came flying towards them and dropped a parchment on Hermione's lap. Hermione opened it and gasped.
"It's from Hagrid. They are executing Buckbeak."