Ships
If it's not canon, at least there's always fanfic.
Byler
Will Byers & Mike Wheeler, Stranger Things
Steddie
Steve Harrington & Eddie Munson, Stranger Things
Destiel -2
Dean Winchester & Castiel, Supernatural
Blackbonnet
Blackbeard & Stede Bonnet, Our Flag Means Death
Ronance
Robin Buckley & Nancy Wheeler, Stranger Things
Buddie +2
Evan Buckley & Edmundo Diaz, 9-1-1
Lumity -5
Luz Noceda & Amity Blight, The Owl House
Nandermo
Nandor the Relentless & Guillermo de la Cruz, What We Do In The Shadows
Geraskier +11
Geralt of Rivia & Jaskier, The Witcher
Piltover's Finest
Caitlyn Kiramman & Vi, Arcane
Hannigram -1
Hannibal Lecter & Will Graham, Hannibal
Supercorp -5
Kara Danvers & Lena Luthor, Supergirl
Ladynoir +10
Ladybug & Chat Noir, Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir
Huntlow
Hunter & Willow Park, The Owl House
Adrienette +15
Adrien Agreste & Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir
Bakudeku -12
Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku, Boku no Hero Academia
Wangxian -3
Lan Wangji & Wei Wuxian, Mo Dao Zu Shi
Ineffable Husbands +8
Aziraphale & Crowley, Good Omens
Symbrock +12
Venom (symbiote) & Eddie Brock, the Marvel universe
Dreamling
Dream of the Endless & Hob Gadling, The Sandman
Daemon x Rhaenyra
Daemon Targaryen & Rhaenyra Targaryen, House of the Dragon
Marichat +11
Marinette Dupain-Cheng & Chat Noir, Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir
Tomgreg
Tom Wambsgans & Greg Hirsch, Succession
Wolfstar -3
Remus Lupin & Sirius Black, the Harry Potter universe
Patpran
Pat & Pran, Bad Buddy
Jayvik
Jayce & Viktor, Arcane
Kathony
Kate Sharma & Anthony Bridgerton, Bridgerton
Raeda +49
Raine Whispers & Eda Clawthorne, The Owl House
Merthur +7
Merlin & Arthur Pendragon, Merlin
Stucky -19
Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes, the Marvel universe
Harringrove +37
Steve Harrington & Billy Hargrove, Stranger Things
Lumax
Lucas Sinclair & Max Mayfield, Stranger Things
Narumitsu +9
Phoenix Wright & Miles Edgeworth, Ace Attorney
Drarry -12
Draco Malfoy & Harry Potter, the Harry Potter universe
Imodna
Imogen Temult & Laudna, Critical Role
Jonmartin -18
Jonathan Sims & Martin Blackwood, The Magnus Archives
Twiyor
Loid Forger & Yor Forger, SPY x FAMILY
Catradora -29
Catra & Adora, She-Ra and the Princesses of Power
Elmax
Eleven & Max Mayfield, Stranger Things
Hualian +15
Hua Cheng & Xie Lian, Tian Guan Ci Fu
Percabeth +19
Percy Jackson & Annabeth Chase, the Percy Jackson universe
Cockles -15
Misha Collins & Jensen Ackles, actors
Jegulus
James Potter & Regulus Black, the Harry Potter universe
Superbat
Superman & Batman, the DC Universe
Villaneve
Villanelle & Eve Polastri, Killing Eve
Nick x Charlie
Nick Nelson & Charlie Spring, Heartstopper
Solangelo -6
Will Solace & Nico di Angelo, the Percy Jackson universe
Dreamnotfound -43
Dreamwastaken & GeorgeNotFound, streamers
Satosugu +41
Gojo Satoru & Geto Suguru, Jujutsu Kaisen
Thasmin
Thirteenth Doctor & Yasmin Khan, Doctor Who
Drukkari
Druig & Makkari, Eternals
Sasunaru +26
Uchiha Sasuke & Uzumaki Naruto, Naruto
Suselle
Susie & Noelle, Deltarune
Eddissy
Eddie Munson & Chrissy Cunningham, Stranger Things
Sterek -11
Stiles Stilinski & Derek Hale, Teen Wolf
Tarlos -18
TK Strand & Carlos Reyes, 9-1-1: Lone Star
Spirk +14
Spock & James Kirk, Star Trek
Fexi
Fez & Lexi Howard, Euphoria
Jopper
Joyce Byers & Jim Hopper, Stranger Things
Jikook -45
Park Jimin & Jeon Jungkook, BTS
Chenford +38
Lucy Chen & Tim Bradford, The Rookie
Sambucky -59
Sam Wilson & Bucky Barnes, the Marvel universe
Zukka -47
Zuko & Sokka, Avatar: The Last Airbender
Obikin +36
Obi-Wan Kenobi & Anakin Skywalker, the Star Wars universe
Ladrien +28
Ladybug & Adrien Agreste, Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir
Dinluke -42
Din Djarin & Luke Skywalker, The Star Wars universe
Bumbleby -50
Yang Xiao Long & Blake Belladonna, RWBY
Shadowgast -33
Caleb Widogast & Essek Thelyss, Critical Role
Sonadow
Sonic & Shadow, Sonic the Hedgehog
MileApo
Mile Phakphum & Apo Nattawin, Actors
Klance -32
Keith & Lance, Voltron: Legendary Defender
Kanej -38
Kaz Brekker & Inej Ghafa, Shadow and Bone
Yennskier
Yennefer of Vengerberg & Jaskier, The Witcher
Sashannarcy
Sasha Waybright, Anne Boonchuy & Marcy Wu, Amphibia
Loustat
Louis de Pointe du Lac & Lestat de Lioncourt, Interview with the Vampire
Batcat
Batman & Catwoman, The Batman
Codywan +7
Commander Cody & Obi-Wan Kenobi, Star Wars: The Clone Wars
Jancy
Jonathan Byers & Nancy Wheeler, Stranger Things
Kiribaku -54
Kirishima Eijirou & Bakugou Katsuki, Boku No Hero Academia
Harlivy -11
Harley Quinn & Poison Ivy, the DC Universe
Kinn x Porsche
Kinn Theerapanyakul & Porsche Kittisawasd, KinnPorsche
Soukoku
Nakahara Chuuya & Dazai Osamu, Bungou Stray Dogs
Jargyle
Argyle & Jonathan Byers, Stranger Things
Korrasami -52
Korra & Asami Sato, The Legend of Korra
Stolitz
Stolas & Blitzo, Helluva Boss
Damianya
Damian Desmond & Anya Forger, SPY x FAMILY
Spideypool
Spider-Man & Deadpool, the Marvel universe
Dramione -43
Draco Malfoy & Hermione Granger, the Harry Potter universe
Zutara -61
Zuko & Katara, Avatar: The Last Airbender
Mileven
Mike Wheeler & Eleven, Stranger Things
Marcanne
Marcy Wu & Anne Boonchuy, Amphibia
Zelink -55
Zelda & Link, The Legend of Zelda
Sasharcy
Sasha Waybright & Marcy Wu, Amphibia
Griddlehark
Gideon Nav & Harrowhark Nonagesimus, The Locked Tomb series
Tomdaya
Tom Holland & Zendaya, actors
Johnlock -45
John Watson & Sherlock Holmes, Sherlock
Jily -9
James Potter & Lily Evans, the Harry Potter series
Calliette
Calliope Burns & Juliette Fairmont, First Kill
Malex -19
Michael Guerin & Alex Manes, Roswell, New Mexico
Serirei
Serizawa Katsuya & Reigen Arataka, Mob Psycho 100
The number in italics indicates how many spots a ship moved up or down from the previous year. The ones in bold weren’t on the list last year.
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I'll Love You 'til the Grass Around My Gravestone is Deceased
post azkaban sirius black x fem!reader
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE (see full series list here)
1993
The walls of the Hall have all been covered in sparkling silver frost, with hundreds of garlands of mistletoe and ivy crossing the starry black ceiling. The House tables have vanished; instead, there are about a hundred smaller, lantern-lit ones, each seating about a dozen people. Enchanted snowflakes fall gently through the air, melting before they hit the ground.
The champions enter the room, lead by Minerva, with their partners, and your eyes immediately fall on Harry, who looks like he's very focused on not tripping over his own feet. On his arm, is his fellow Gryffindor, Parvati Patil. She seems to be in her element, beaming out at everyone as they make their way up the Hall towards the top table where the judges are seated.
Cedric Diggory walks with Cho Chang, Fleur Delacour with Roger Davies, and to your shock, Viktor Krum with Hermione. She's wearing a beautiful, flowy, periwinkle blue dress and she's slicked her hair back into an elegant bun at the back of her head. She smiles nervously at you and you even notice that something's different about her smile — her front teeth are far smaller than before.
They reach the top table and you spy Percy Weasley sitting in the fifth chair at the table, looking very well-to-do as Harry takes a seat beside him.
"Why is Percy Weasley here?" You say to Minerva as she sits down beside you at your less important staff table. You wish you were up at that top table and could get a few digs in at Karkaroff, keep an eye on him, but you're stuck here instead with the rest of the teachers. "And where's Crouch?"
"He's ill, apparently," she replies, glancing up at the table. "Weasley has come as his representative."
"I can't say I'm unhappy that he's absent," you say quietly, as you pluck your menu from the table and give it a once-over. "He'd put a damper on the mood."
Minerva nods. "He is quite sour, isn't he?"
You're not quite sure what to do with your menu — there's no waiters and the plates are empty. Then, to your rescue, Dumbledore looks pointedly at his plate and says very loud and clear, "Pork chops!"
And pork chops appear. Getting the idea, everyone else starts placing their orders with their plates and food appears.
Hagrid sits beside you, gazing up at the top table before giving a small wave. Following his eye line, you see Madame Maxime return it and you can't help but smile at the exchange. How cute.
When everyone has finished eating, Dumbledore stands up and motions for everyone to do the same. With a wave of his hand, all the tables are pushed up against the walls, then he conjures up a stage along the right wall, various instruments set on it.
The Weird Sisters troop onto stage, dressed in black robes that are artfully ripped and tattered and torn, and pick up their instruments. The champions and their partners stand up, and you catch Harry tripping over his dress robes as he stands up, before walking out onto the floor with Parvati.
The champions dance for about half a minute before Dumbledore steps out onto the floor, taking Madame Maxime with him. He's so dwarfed by her that the top of his pointy hat is just barely brushing the tip of her chin.
You extend your hand out to Minerva, bowing lowly with the other behind your back. "Care for a dance?"
She places he hand on yours, smiling, leading you gracefully out onto the floor. By now, nearly everyone has joined in and is dancing together on the floor. Even Moody is doing an extremely clumsy two-step with Professor Vector, who is nervously avoiding his wooden leg. You raise your eyebrows at her as you pass and she gives a look that suggests she'd rather jump off the Astronomy Tower than continue dancing with Moody.
You have quite an enjoyable night, swapping partners every dance and dancing with nearly every teacher in the school, except for Snape, Moody, and Karkaroff, who you warily avoid like the plague — but who also seem to be avoiding the dance floor entirely.
Out of breath, you make your way outside for some fresh air, loitering beside the freshly trimmed rose bushes that are glittering with fairy lights. You bend down slightly and bring one rose to your nose, inhaling its sweet flowery scent, when you hear a voice that positively grates your ears.
"...don't see what there is to fuss about, Igor."
"Severus, you cannot pretend this isn't happening!" Comes Karkaroff's anxious and hushed voice. "It's been getting clearer and clearer for months. I am becoming seriously concerned, I can't deny it — "
"Then flee," Snape says curtly. "Flee — I will make your excuses. I, however, am remaining at Hogwarts."
Snape and Karkaroff come around the corner, Snape blasting rose bushes apart with his wand. He blasts the one next to you, and two students sprint away from out behind it.
"Ten points from Ravenclaw, Fawcett!" He snarls as the girl runs past him. "And ten from Hufflepuff, too, Stebbins!" His eyes land on you and he fails to hide his grimace. "And what are you doing out here?"
"Getting some fresh air," you respond simply, crossing your arms. "And what are you doing out here, Severus?"
"Ah, well, excuse me," Karkaroff says nervously, brushing past you with a polite smile. "I should get back to the party..."
You raise your eyebrows, turning back to Snape's scowling face expectantly.
"I am doing my job," he says snippily. "Perhaps you ought to do the same and watch the students inside, rather than coming outside for a little personal excursion."
"Is your head on a little excursion up your own — "
Madame Maxime suddenly rushes past you, eyes on the ground and looking very put-out. She passes you and disappears into the Entrance Hall.
" — arse?"
Snape's nostrils flare and for a second he looks like he's about to jinx you, but instead he just bristles past you, purposefully knocking your shoulder as he passes.
Later, when the Weird Sisters play their final song at midnight, several students make their way out of the Great Hall and you too follow in their footsteps out into the Entrance Hall. However, just as you've left the Great Hall, you spot Karkaroff skulking up the stairs, glancing around him furtively like he's got something to hide.
Intrigued, you follow him up the stairs, keeping a small gap between the two of you and looking away when he glances back at you. Then he veers off to the left into another corridor, walking fast, and just as you're about to follow him you hear muffled crying coming from the next flight of stairs.
You look up and there, sitting on one of the steps with her head in her knees, is Hermione, her body shaking with sobs. You should go make sure she's alright.
But this might be your chance to see what Karkaroff's up to! You look down the corridor at Karkaroff, your opportunity to keep up with him quickly slipping the more time you dwell on your decision.
You look back at Hermione, and her sobs take over your judgement and you hurry up the stairs towards her. You sit down on the step beside her, putting a gentle hand on her shoulder.
"Hermione?"
She lifts her head, eyes widening madly when she sees you. "P-professor!"
"Relax, Hermione," you say gently. "What happened?"
She bites her lip and looks away from you, drawing in a shaky breath and shaking her head. "N-nothing, nothing at all. It's s-silly, really."
You rub your hand along her arm soothingly. "Was it a boy?"
Her eyebrows raise slightly. "I told you it was silly."
You give her a sympathetic smile. "Been there. Teenage boys are stupid, Hermione. They were stupid when I was young and they're stupid now."
She sighs. "Do they ever stop being stupid?"
You give a light chuckle. "Eventually. Eventually they grow up and mature and start to actually use their heads."
You sigh, pulling her closer to you so she can rest her head on your shoulder as you continue to rub her arm soothingly. "You look beautiful tonight, Hermione. I can't believe how grown up you look."
"It's tiring," she says softly. "My hair took so long to do and it didn't even last the night." She gestures to her hair, which has become more dishevelled than it was at the start of the night, wisps of hair slipping out of the elegant knot and brushing her shoulders.
"I know. I have a million pins in mine and I haven't even got a date tonight!"
Hermione chuckles and you sigh, shaking your head. She yawns loudly, her eyelids drooping sleepily.
You pat her shoulder. "Alright, off to bed with you. I'm surprised you haven't collapsed yet with the amount of times I seen you out on the dance floor."
✧*。✧*。
A few days before the first day of term after Christmas, you sit at the staff table during breakfast, watching patiently as the post arrives. A barn owl swoops through the air towards you, dropping a copy of The Daily Prophet on the table in front of you. You grab it, pulling the twine off of it and unfolding it to read the front page.
DUMBLEDORE'S GIANT MISTAKE
Albus Dumbledore, eccentric Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, has never been afraid to make controversial staff appointments, writes Rita Skeeter, Special Correspondent. In September of this year, he hired Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody, the notoriously jinx-happy ex-Auror, to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, a decision that caused many raised eyebrows at the Ministry of Magic, given Moody’s well-known habit of attacking anybody who makes a sudden movement in his presence. Mad-Eye Moody, however, looks responsible and kindly when set beside the part-human Dumbledore employs to teach Care of Magical Creatures.
Rubeus Hagrid, who admits to being expelled from Hogwarts in his third year, has enjoyed the position of gamekeeper at the school ever since, a job secured for him by Dumbledore. Last year, however, Hagrid used his mysterious influence over the headmaster to secure the additional post of Care of Magical Creatures teacher, over the heads of many better-qualified candidates.
An alarmingly large and ferocious-looking man, Hagrid has been using his newfound authority to terrify the students in his care with a succession of horrific creatures. While Dumbledore turns a blind eye, Hagrid has maimed several pupils during a series of lessons that many admit to being "very
frightening."
"I was attacked by a hippogriff, and my friend Vincent Crabbe got a bad bite off a flobberworm," says Draco Malfoy, a fourth-year student. "We all hate Hagrid, but we’re just too scared to say anything."
Hagrid has no intention of ceasing his campaign of intimidation, however. In conversation with a Daily Prophet reporter last month, he admitted breeding creatures he has dubbed "Blast-Ended Skrewts," highly dangerous crosses between manticores and fire-crabs. The creation of new breeds of magical creature is, of course, an activity usually closely observed by the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. Hagrid, however, considers himself to be above such petty restrictions. "I was just having some fun," he says, before hastily changing the subject.
As if this were not enough, the Daily Prophet has now unearthed evidence that Hagrid is not — as he has always pretended — a pure-blood wizard. He is not, in fact, even pure human. His mother, we can exclusively reveal, is none other than the giantess Fridwulfa, whose whereabouts are currently unknown.
Bloodthirsty and brutal, the giants brought themselves to the point of extinction by warring amongst themselves during the last century. The handful that remained joined the ranks of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, and were responsible for some of the worst mass Muggle killings of his reign of terror.
While many of the giants who served He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named were killed by Aurors working against the Dark Side, Fridwulfa was not among them. It is possible she escaped to one of the giant communities still existing in foreign mountain ranges. If his antics during Care of Magical Creatures lessons are any guide, however, Fridwulfa’s son appears to have inherited her brutal
nature.
In a bizarre twist, Hagrid is reputed to have
developed a close friendship with the boy who brought around You-Know-Who’s fall from power — thereby driving Hagrid’s own mother, like the rest of You-Know-Who’s supporters, into hiding. Perhaps Harry Potter is unaware of the unpleasant truth about his large friend — but Albus Dumbledore surely has a duty to ensure that Harry Potter, along with his fellow students, is warned about the dangers of associating with part-giants.
You mouth drops open and you hurriedly nudge Minerva beside you, shoving the paper in her face. You watch as her eyes travel down the page and her frown deepens as she reads on.
"What a horrid woman," she spits, folding the paper disapprovingly and handing it back to you. "That explains why Hagrid isn't at breakfast this morning."
You glance down the table, noticing the clear absence of the large man.
"How dare she?" you snap, feeling your anger flare. "Come into this school just to spread such a thing...why, the next time I see her — "
"You'll hold your tongue," Minerva cuts across warningly, giving you a wary look. "You'll hold your tongue and you won't get involved."
"Why shouldn't I? Someone needs to put her in her place and — "
"You know why." She glances down the table, sighing. "If you get on that woman's bad side, she will pull up everything she can on you. Absolutely everything. You know well you will not survive that."
You bite your lip, sighing dejectedly. "You're right...I just — she deserves to be humbled."
Minerva hums in agreement. "I know, I know."
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I'll Love You 'til the Grass Around My Gravestone is Deceased
post azkaban sirius black x fem!reader
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO (see full series list here)
1994
The waiting is killing you. Killing you. The glassy surface of the Black Lake is still and unmoving, showing no signs of life beneath its waters.
At least with the dragon task you were able to watch Harry as he dipped and dived, roaring and cheering for him...but here, you just have to wait. Agonisingly wait for that messy mop of black hair to emerge.
"Come on, come on..." you mutter anxiously, drumming your fingers on the bench beneath you. "Where is he..."
"I'm sure he'll be up soon," Remus assures from beside you, his eyes fixed on the lake too. "He's clever. So clever to use that gillyweed! Ingenious, really."
You're so glad Remus was able to come out for this task. Otherwise, you think you might have jumped into the lake after Harry already.
"That's what you think," you say. "I just hope he isn't half as daft as his father."
"He isn't," Remus replies firmly. "But he's just as brave."
Well, he's definitely brave anyway. Resourceful, quick-thinking, yes. Clever — perhaps not so much. You recall the time he handed up astronomy homework that said the sun revolves around Earth in a counter-clockwise movement — a conclusion that you have absolutely no idea how he came to.
Fleur was the first to come back, she returned ages ago, though without her hostage. She had emerged with several cuts across her face, her robes tattered and torn after she had been attacked by Grindylows. Madam Pomfrey has been busy dabbing at her with different ointments and ingredients for the past while.
A great splash and a large gulp of air reaches your ears and your eyes search for the source of the sound — Cedric Diggory's head is now bobbing just above the surface of the lake, with a drenched Cho Chang in his arms as they make their way towards the land. You clap loudly for him, proud to see one of your students be the first back with their hostage, but still worried for Harry. Your gaze quickly returns to the lake and once again, you wait.
While Cedric and Cho are given towels and are getting dried off, a solid five minutes passes and Viktor Krum is next to break the surface of the lake, though his head has been oddly morphed into some kind of half-shark. Hermione is bobbing beside him, looking very pale as her teeth chatter. He pulls her to the land and you get out of your seat, hurrying over to her with Remus in tow.
"Alright, Hermione?" You ask, grabbing one of the thick blankets and draping it over her shoulders.
"Y-yep!" She smiles at you, teeth clashing together with the cold, her hair dripping freezing droplets of water onto her shoulders. "Hello, M-mr Lupin!"
Remus gives her a smile. "Hello, Hermione. Lovely to see you again."
Just Harry left.
Everyone waits, anticipating the arrival of the last champion any moment now.
"What is he doing down there?" You muse, worry lining your voice.
"Perhaps he's fallen asleep," Remus jokes and you elbow him, giving him a very unamused look.
"I don't find you funny, Remus! I actually find you incredibly unfunny!" You snap. "You shouldn't joke about that."
"He will be fine," Remus continues. "Seriously. Dumbledore wouldn't let anything bad happen to him, you know that."
"He's let plenty of bad things happen to him before," you scoff, clicking your tongue.
Then, to your immense relief, Harry's head finally splashes to the surface, holding onto Ron and...also onto Fleur Delacour's hostage, her younger sister.
Cheers and screams arise from the crowd, and Harry and Ron start to pull Fleur's sister through the water and up onto the bank, where the judges are standing.
"Gabrielle! Gabrielle! Is she alive? Is she 'urt?" Fleur shouts hysterically as she fights to free herself from Madame Maxime's strong grip.
You have to laugh when you see Ron's older brother, Percy, grabbing hold of his brother and dragging him to the bank fussily.
Madam Pomfrey immediately seizes Harry, throwing another thick blanket over him and pouring a searing-hot potion down his throat. Steam gushes out of his ears.
"Oh, thank goodness, Harry!" You exclaim, giving him a quick hug. "I thought you were never going to show up!"
"She thought of every single thing that could've gone wrong and seemed to believe that they had all happened to you," Remus tells him, grinning mischievously. Harry smiles back. "Good job, by the way. Very clever to use the gillyweed."
Hermione is of the same mind. "Well done, Harry! You did it, you found out how all by yourself!"
"Well — " he pauses momentarily. " — Yeah, that's right."
Dumbledore, who had been hunched over at the side of the lake, deep in conversation with what looks to be the chief merperson, now straightens up and addresses the judges. "A conference before we give the marks, I think."
The judges all go into a huddle, whispering together. Madam Pomfrey fetches Ron and plops him down beside Harry, throwing a blanket around him.
Fleur Delacour makes her way over, escaping Madam Pomfrey's clutches. "You saved 'er," she says breathlessly to Harry. "Even though she was not your 'ostage."
"Yeah."
Fleur swoops down and kisses Harry twice on both cheeks, causing Harry's pale skin to now turn a furious shade of crimson. You have to bring your hand to your mouth to stop your laugh, sharing a glance with Remus.
"And you too, you 'elped — " she says to Ron.
Ron looks extremely hopeful, enthusiastically saying, "Yeah, yeah, a bit — "
Fleur kisses him too and you don't miss the way Hermione looks positively furious, turning away and clicking her tongue disapprovingly. Ron looks delighted, watching as Fleur departs to go find her sister once again.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we have reached our decision. Merchieftainess Murcus has told us exactly what happened at the bottom of the lake, and we have therefore decided to award marks out of fifty for each of the champions, as follows..."
Everyone in the stands go quiet, listening intently to what Ludo Bagman is saying.
"Fleur Delacour, though she demonstrated excellent use of the Bubble-Head Charm, was attacked by grindylows as she approached her goal, and failed to retrieve her hostage. We award her twenty-five points."
Applause.
"Cedric Diggory, who also used the Bubble-Head Charm, was first to return with his hostage, though he returned one minute outside of the time limit of an hour. We therefore award him forty-seven points."
"Viktor Krum used an incomplete form of transfiguration, which was nevertheless effective, and was second to return with his hostage. We award him forty points."
Karkaroff claps extremely hard, looking especially superior. You feel the urge to push him into the lake.
"Harry Potter used gillyweed to great effect," Bagman continues. "He returned last, and well outside the time limit of an hour. However, the Merchieftainess informs us that Mr Potter was first to reach the hostages, and that the delay in his return was due to his determination to return all hostages to safety, not merely his own. Most of the judges — " Bagman shoots a particularly nasty look at Karkaroff, " — feel that this shows moral fiber and merits full marks. However...Mr Potter's score is forty-five points."
Your heart leaps and you turn to beam at Harry, clapping enthusiastically. "Oh, brilliant, Harry! Well done!"
Harry has a large grin on his face, smiling at Ron and Hermione as they voice their praises.
"The third and final task will take place at dusk on the twenty-fourth of June," says Bagman. "The champions will be notified of what is coming precisely one month beforehand. Thank you all for your support of the champions."
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The weather is surprisingly nice and sunny for once, though you suspect it won't last very long. Yesterday there was such torrential rain you thought the castle might blow apart, and now it is blissfully calm and still and bright. You take advantage of this luck to sit out in the grounds under a large tree, reading a book and writing a letter to your parents.
You used to come out to this tree all the time as kids. A very specific one — not far from the banks of the Black Lake. You, Alice, and Lily would sit on the grass under it chatting and doing homework (or pretending to do it) whenever the weather allowed. Sirius and the rest of the boys would often interrupt these sessions to pull pranks, flirt and just generally annoy you.
You say annoy, but they didn't really. Your heart used to leap when you'd see Sirius strolling down towards you with his very Sirius swagger, knowing that he was heading straight for you and no one else.
"Professor!"
You look up, turning your head to see your three favourite students heading towards you, Harry leading the trio with a scrap of parchment in his hands.
"Hello, you three," you say with a smile, shutting your book closed to give them your full attention. "Something up?"
Harry hands you the parchment, and you instantly notice that the contents are very short, and that you recognise the messy handwriting.
Be at stile at end of road out of Hogsmeade (past Dervish and Banges) at two o'clock on Saturday afternoon. Bring as much food as you can.
"That...are you telling me Sirius is in Hogsmeade?"
"Sure looks it, doesn't it?" Hermione says.
"That twat," you say tensely, handing the parchment back to Harry. Hermione raises her eyebrows. "I mean, really, it's as if he's asking to be caught!"
"That's what I said!" Harry agrees heatedly.
"Look, he's made it this far, hasn't he?" says Ron. "And it's not like the place is swarming with Dementors anymore."
You bite your lip, thinking. "I suppose you have a good point, Ron. I'll save my berating for Saturday."
You heart is thrumming in your chest, excitement coursing through your body. You'll get to see him. Really see him. Though you want to give out for his recklessness, you secretly want to praise him for it. All this risk, just to see you and Harry? How sweet.
Stupid, really. But sweet all the same!
You should probably take a quick trip home before you see him, bring him some of his own clothes from the house. You do have a few of his shirts and jumpers in your chambers, but you usually wear those to bed and you're not sure if you're too keen on giving those away.
"Well, I can handle the food, no problem," you say to them, stretching out your arms. "Bitsy will be delighted...I'll wait outside Dervish and Banges for you and we can all go together."
Harry nods. "Do you think he's actually going to be there? Or will it be some weird kind of magic again?"
You chuckle, shaking your head. "He'll be there this time. Don't know what exactly he's planning, but he'll be there."
Later that day, you stand in front of your second group of fourth-years for their astronomy class. Slytherins and Ravenclaws tonight.
"Let's see...Ms Parkinson, can you tell me the difference between an umbra and a penumbra?" You look down at Pansy Parkinson, who startles immediately and tears her eyes away from whatever she was reading under her desk.
"Uh...well..." she looks to her friend beside her for help and you sigh, shaking your head.
"Parkinson, what are you reading?" You ask.
"Nothing."
You raise your eyebrows. "Doesn't look like nothing to me. Hand it to me and start listening, please."
Pansy sighs, pulling out a magazine and reluctantly handing it to you. You glance at the cover: Witch Weekly.
You toss it on your desk and return to your lesson, not missing the way Pansy Parkinson tosses dirty looks your way for the rest of it. At the end, you expect her to come up and collect the magazine once again, but instead she just hurries out of the tower with her friends.
"Parkinson, your magazine!" You call, but she doesn't return for it. You shrug, picking it up yourself and leaning back in your chair, idly flicking through the pages. Most of it is pure sensationalism, a few recipes here and there, some ads...and then there's one article that catches your eye.
HARRY POTTER'S SECRET HEARTACHE
A boy like no other, perhaps — yet a boy suffering all the usual pangs of adolescence, writes Rita Skeeter. Deprived of love since the tragic demise of his parents, fourteen-year-old Harry Potter thought he had found solace in his steady girlfriend at Hogwarts, Muggle-born Hermione Granger. Little did he know that he would shortly be suffering yet another emotional blow in a life already littered with personal loss.
Miss Granger, a plain but ambitious girl, seems to have a taste for famous wizards that Harry alone cannot satisfy. Since the arrival at Hogwarts of Viktor Krum, Bulgarian Seeker and hero of the last World Quidditch Cup, Miss Granger has been toying with both boys' affections. Krum, who is openly smitten with the devious Miss Granger, has already invited her to visit him in Bulgaria over the summer holidays, and insists that he has "never felt
this way about any other girl."
However, it might not be Miss Granger's doubtful natural charms that have captured these unfortunate boys' interest.
"She’s really ugly," says Pansy Parkinson, a pretty and vivacious fourth-year student, "but she'd be well up to making a Love Potion, she's quite brainy. I think that’s how she's doing it."
Love Potions are, of course, banned at Hogwarts, and no doubt Albus Dumbledore will want to investigate these claims. In the meantime, Harry Potter's well-wishers must hope that, next time, he bestows his heart on a worthier candidate.
You're seething. Absolutely livid. You're going to kill Rita Skeeter. What a disgusting, low-life bitch.
I mean really, how desperate for a story does she have to be that she decides to get scoops on teenagers? You're currently envisioning picking up that vile crocodile-skin clutch of hers and smacking her across the face with it.
Poor Hermione and poor Harry! You just hope they haven't seen that article.
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The sun shines upon your exceptionally heavy bag, full of food, and on the other in your hand, full of Sirius' clothes. He's all you've been able to think about this past week. Of course, he's all you ever think about, but you've just been brimming with so much excitement at the prospect of seeing him you haven't been able to focus properly on anything.
You feel young again, like you're going on your first date with Sirius once more. How wonderful it would be to relive that perfect day. You'd gone to Hogsmeade together on a snowy day in January, you went to the Three Broomsticks, totally snogged —
But today, you're going to be accompanied by your godson and his two friends.
Perhaps not as romantic as you would hope.
"Merlin, what have you got in there?" Ron asks in amazement when they near Dervish and Banges, taking in the sight of your bulging bags.
You shrug. "Clothes and food. Nothing too fancy."
Ron raises his eyebrows at you.
You sigh, clutching the bags tighter and the four of your start walking down the street, to the edge of the village. The winding lane leads you out into the wild countryside around Hogsmeade and towards the large mountain beside it.
"Have you been out this way before, professor?" Hermione asks curiously, looking around her in wonderment.
"Oh, plenty of times," you reply. "We used to go exploring every time we came to Hogsmeade. Now, if I know Sirius, I know exactly where he'll be..."
You turn a corner and spot a stile at the end of the lane. Sure enough, waiting for you there with his paws on the topmost bar, is a very large, very shaggy black dog, who is carrying a bundle of newspapers in his mouth and looking very familiar...
"Hey, Sirius," Harry greets when you reach him.
You feel your heart leap at the very sight of him, chuckling when he sniffs your bag and wags his tail in approval. He turns and starts to trot away from you, and you quickly clamber over the stile to hurry after him.
Sirius leads you to the very foot of the mountain, where the ground is covered in boulders and rocks. It's easy for him, of course, with his four legs, but the rest of you find it considerably more difficult and as you climb higher you find yourself out of breath.
For nearly half an hour you follow him, following a steep and stony path, the sun beating down on your already sweaty skin. You can feel the straps of your bag cutting into your shoulders and your feet starting to burn.
"I'm going to strangle you when this is over," you shout, and Sirius barks once indignantly. "Harry, you should've brought your broomstick."
Harry laughs and mutters something in agreement, continuing to follow after Sirius.
At last, Sirius disappears from sight through a narrow fissure in the rock and you reluctantly squeeze through it, finding yourself in a cool, dimly lit cave. Tethered at the end of it, one end of his rope tied around a large rock, is Buckbeak. You bow to him, and after scrutinising your for a moment, his front knees bend to you. Hermione rushes forward to stroke his feathery neck, but you're too focused on the black dog, which has now transformed into your husband.
He's wearing the same raggedy grey robes he was wearing when he first escaped Azkaban. His hair is longer than it was when you and Harry had talked to him in the fireplace, and it's become matted and knotted again. He looks very thin.
"Food!" He says hoarsely after removing the old Daily Prophets from his mouth, looking to you pleadingly.
You toss the food bag at him and immediately his face lights up when he pulls open the drawstring, pulling out a a chicken drumstick and tearing into it.
"Thanks," he says. "I've been living off rats mostly."
"I can tell," you say, worry creeping into your voice.
"I can't steal too much from Hogsmeade; I'd draw attention to myself."
He grins at you and you sigh, opening up the other bag of clothes and pulling out a shirt, inspecting it. Sirius looks surprised to see it.
"These might be a bit big on you now..." you say, moving to hold it up in front of his chest, clicking your tongue thoughtfully. "But anything's better than those dirty robes you have on."
"I was trying to look edgy."
You snort, rolling your eyes and returning the shirt to the bag, holding it out for him to take.
Sirius smiles at you, his expression softening as his eyes flicker over your face as if he's committing it to memory for the umpteenth time. "I missed you," he says quietly.
"I missed you too," you reply, leaning up to give him a light kiss on the lips, conscious of the fact that Ron, Harry, and Hermione are still here with you, before pulling away. He sits down on the cave floor, patting the spot beside him.
You smile, sitting down and motioning for the kids to join you.
"What're you doing here, Sirius?" Harry asks.
"Fulfilling my duty as godfather," Sirius says simply, pulling another drumstick from the bag and starting to eat it. "Don't worry about it, I'm pretending to be a lovable stray."
He grins again, but upon seeing the anxious look on Harry's face, he says more seriously, "I want to be on the spot. Your last letter...well, let's just say things are getting fishier. I've been stealing the paper every time someone throws them out, and by the looks of things, I'm not the only one who's been getting worried..."
He nods at the yellowing Daily Prophets he'd thrown on the ground, and Ron bends down to pick one up and unfold it.
"What if they catch you? What if you're seen?" Harry asks, and you share in the worried look on his face.
"You four and Dumbledore are the only ones around here that know I'm an Animagus," he says, shrugging.
"You shouldn't have come, Sirius," you say quietly. "It's far too dangerous."
"I'm careful, love. I know how to take care of myself," he reassures you, though you're not fully convinced.
Harry and Ron are busy reading over the newspapers' headlines.
"I have so much to tell you," you say, a small smile spreading over your face, before your shrug. "Good and bad things."
"I can't wait to hear about them," Sirius replies genuinely. "Everything. I'll listen for days."
You open your mouth to start relaying everything to him, but Harry speaks before you and you quickly shut it, remembering the more important things right now.
"They're making it sound like Crouch's dying," says Harry slowly. "But he can't be that ill if he managed to get up here..."
"Wouldn't be a big loss," you mutter bitterly.
"You don't like him?" Ron says curiously.
"Not one bit," you say, grinding your teeth angrily. "You know he's the one who sent Sirius to Azkaban?"
Ron's surprised expression, along with Hermione and Harry's, tells you they did not.
"What?"
"You're kidding!"
"She most certainly is not," Sirius says, his expression darkening. "He used to be Head of Magical Law Enforcement, don't you know?"
"And he used to be my boss," you add, wincing.
"Wait, you worked in law enforcement?" Hermione asks curiously.
"Sure did. I trained to be an Auror but I never completed my training because of...well, everything."
"And you never went back?" Harry questions.
"Never. You think I could work for that horrible man ever again?" You spit, feeling your blood boil. "None of my co-workers ever looked at me the same after that night, anyway. It was awful."
"Like at the World Cup..." Harry mutters thoughtfully, remembering.
"What happened at the World Cup?" Sirius asks immediately, giving you a questioning look.
"Nothing, Sirius," you say dismissively. "Crouch was just being as difficult as he's always been."
"Did he say something to you?" You can see the worry on Sirius' face, his protectiveness showing through. You can't help the small part of you that's happy to see that he's worried about what could've happened.
You bite your lip, hesitating. "He accused me of casting the Dark Mark."
"What?" Sirius says indignantly. "Why would he ever think that?"
"Sirius." You give him an obvious look, holding up your left hand and wiggling your fingers, the gleaming gems on your wedding ring twinkling in the light. "Why do you think?"
He raises his eyebrows, a guilty look passing over his face. "I'm sorry."
You squint at him, perplexed. "For what, Sirius? You know well you're not the one who needs to apologise."
"Well — "
"Sirius," you say firmly, but giving him a soft look all the same. "Don't feel guilty for any of that, please. None of this is your fault. Besides, you know I'm well fit to take care of myself." You grin at him at the last bit, and he smiles back, a slight chuckle escaping his lips.
"My brother's Crouch's personal assistant," Ron tells Sirius. "He says Crouch is suffering from overwork."
"Mind you, he did look ill, last time I seen him up close," says Harry, eyes still focused on the paper. "The night my name came out of the goblet..."
"Getting his comeuppance for sacking Winky, isn't he?" says Hermione bitterly, an edge to her voice. "I bet he wishes he hadn't done it now — bet he feels the difference now she's not there to look after him."
"Hermione's obsessed with house-elves," Ron mutters to you two in exasperation. Sirius, however, looks quite interested.
"Crouch sacked his house-elf?"
"Yeah, at the Quidditch World Cup," Harry replies, and he launches into the tale of the Dark Mark's appearance, and Winky being found with Harry's wand in her hand. When he finishes, Sirius gets up and begins to pace up and down the cave, stroking his chin thoughtfully.
"Let me get this straight," Sirius says after a while. "You first saw the elf in the Top Box. She was saving Crouch a seat, right?"
"Right," Harry, Ron, and Hermione say together.
"But Crouch didn't turn up for the match?"
"No," Harry answers. "I think he'd said he was too busy."
Sirius continues to pace around the cave in silence, and you have to smile at the concentrated look on his face, a look you've seen a million times before but not for a long time.
"Harry, did you check your pockets for your wand after you'd left the Top Box?"
"Erm..." He pauses, thinking. "No. I didn't need to use it before we got into the forest. And then I put my hand in my pocket, and all that was in there were my Omnioculars." He stares at Sirius for a moment. "Are you saying whoever conjured the Mark stole my wand in the Top Box?"
"It's possible," says Sirius.
"Winky didn't steal that wand!" Hermione insists.
"The elf wasn't the only one in that box," says Sirius, his brow furrowed as he continues to pace. "Who else was sitting behind you?"
"Loads of people," says Harry. "Some Bulgarian ministers...Cornelius Fudge...the Malfoys..."
"The Malfoys!" Says Ron suddenly, so loudly that his voice echoes all around the cave. "I bet it was Lucius Malfoy!"
"Anyone else?" Sirius asks.
"No one," says Harry.
"Yes, there was, there was Ludo Bagman," Hermione reminds him.
"Oh, yeah..."
"I don't know anything about Bagman except that he used to be Beater for the Wimbourne Wasps," remarks Sirius, still pacing. "What's he like?"
"He's okay," says Harry. "He keeps offering to help me with the Triwizard Tournament."
"Does he, now?" Sirius frowns deeply. "I wonder why he'd do that?"
"Says he's taken a liking to me," Harry shrugs.
Sirius hums thoughtfully.
"We saw him in the forest just before the Dark Mark appeared," Hermione tells him. She nudges Harry and Ron. "Remember?"
"But he didn't stay in the forest, did he?" says Ron. "The moment we told him about the riot, he went off to the campsite."
"How do you know?" Hermione shoots back. "How do you know where he Disapparated to?"
"Come off it," says Ron incredulously. "Are you saying you reckon Ludo Bagman conjured the Dark Mark?"
"It's more likely he did it than Winky," Hermione says snippily.
"Told you," Ron says in annoyance, looking meaningfully at you and Sirius. "Told you she's obsessed with house — "
Sirius holds up a hand to silence Ron. "When the Dark Mark was conjured, and the elf had been discovered holding Harry's wand, what did Crouch do?"
"Went to look in the bushes," Harry replies, "but there wasn't anyone else there."
"Of course," Sirius mutters, pacing up and down. "Of course, he'd want to pin it on anybody but his own elf...and then he sacked her."
"Yes." Hermione's face is flushes and her she raises her voice venomously. "He sacked her, just because she hadn't stayed in her tent and let herself get trampled."
"Hermione, will you give it a rest with he elf!" Ron snaps.
Sirius shakes his head. "She's got the measure of Crouch better than you have, Ron. If you want to know what a man's like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals."
Sirius runs a hand down his face, clearly thinking hard.
"All these absences of Barty Crouch's...he goes to the trouble of making sure his house elf saves him a seat at the Quidditch World Cup, but doesn't bother to turn up and watch. He works very hard to reinstate the Triwizard Tournament, and then stops coming to that too..."
"It's not like him," you finish, and Sirius nods.
"My thoughts exactly. If he's ever taken a day off work for illness before this, I'll eat Buckbeak." He turns to the kids and begins to explain. "He was tipped for the next Minister of Magic. He's a great wizard, Barty Crouch, — "
You scoff quietly.
" — powerfully magical, and power-hungry, too. Oh, never a Voldemort supporter," he says, reading the look on Harry's face. "No, Barty Crouch was always very out-spoken against the dark side. But then a lot of people who were against the dark side...well, you wouldn't understand...you're too young..."
"I think they know far more than they let on, Sirius," you say knowingly, winking at the trio. "Give it a go."
A grin flashes across Sirius face and he shrugs. "All right, I'll try you. Imagine that Voldemort's powerful now. You don't know who his supporters are, you don't know who's working for him and who isn't; you know he can control people so that they do terrible things without being able to stop themselves. You’re scared for yourself, and your family, and your friends. Every week, news comes of more deaths, more disappearances, more torturing...the Ministry of Magic's in disarray, they don’t know what to do, they’re trying to keep everything hidden from the Muggles, but meanwhile, Muggles are dying too. Terror everywhere....confusion, panic...that’s how it used to be."
He describes it perfectly. You remember the fear and the horror, the constant fear that you'd go to sleep one night and it might be your last. The worry that you'd kiss Sirius goodbye in the morning to go to work and that you would never return that evening.
Sirius gives you a meaningful look, as if reading your mind, before continuing. "Well, times like that bring out the best in some people and the worst in others. Crouch's principles might have been good in the beginning — I wouldn't know."
He gives you a look and you shrug.
"He was all about morals and honour, all about his principles...but he changed," you say. "Towards the peak of the war, he became less about morals and more about fighting violence with violence, I guess. When he got more power in the Ministry, he started to give us harsher orders. Authorised us to use Unforgivable Curses against suspects — encouraged us, even. Gave us the power to kill rather than capture. Some of the things he did...at times, he was no better than a Death Eater himself."
"He had his supporters, mind you — " Sirius adds, " — plenty of people thought he was going about things the right way, and there were a lot of witches and wizards clamouring for him to take over as Minister of Magic. When Voldemort disappeared, it looked like only a matter of time until Crouch got the top job. But then something rather unfortunate happened..."
He smiles grimly.
"Crouch's own son was caught with a group of Death Eaters who'd managed to talk their way out of Azkaban. Apparently they were trying to find Voldemort and return him to power."
You remember reading that in the paper. Headlines upon headlines about Barty Crouch Jr and the jeopardy caused to his father's position.
"Crouch's son was caught?" Hermione gasps.
"Yep," affirms Sirius, returning to his seated spot on the ground beside you. "Nasty little shock for old Barty, I'd imagine. Should have spent a bit more time at home with his family, shouldn't he? Ought to have left the office early once in a while...gotten to know his son."
He begins to wolf down a large piece of bread casually.
"Was his son a Death Eater?" Harry asks.
"No idea," Sirius answers with a shrug. "I was in Azkaban myself when he was brought in. This is mostly stuff I've found out since I got out. The boy was definitely caught in the company of people I'd bet my life were Death Eaters — but he might have been in the wrong place at the wrong time, just like the house elf."
Something in your gut tells you it wasn't 'in the wrong place at the wrong time'. Barty Crouch Jr was a few years below you at Hogwarts, and he had always creeped you out. Strange guy, something about him always rubbed you the wrong way.
"Did Crouch try and get his son off?" Hermione queries.
Sirius gives a laugh that sounds more like a bark. "Crouch let his son off? I thought you had the measure of him, Hermione! Anything that threatened to tarnish his reputation had to go; he had dedicated his whole life to becoming Minister of Magic. You saw him dismiss a devoted house elf because she associated him with the Dark Mark again — doesn't that tell you what he's like? Crouch's fatherly affection stretched just far enough to give his son a trial, and by all accounts, it wasn't much more of than an excuse to show how much he hated the boy...then he sent him straight to Azkaban."
"He gave his own son to the Dementors?" Harry asks.
"That's right," Sirius says, a grim look settling on his face. "I saw the Dementors bring him in, watched them through the bars in my cell door. He can't have been more than nineteen. They took him into a cell near mine. He was screaming for his mother by nightfall. He went quiet after a few days, though...they all went quiet in the end...except when they shrieked in their sleep — "
"Sirius, please," you say shakily, shuddering. The thought of Sirius in that abhorrent place — it makes you feel sick. Makes you feel absolutely sick to your stomach, and the deadened look in your husband's eyes makes you feel even worse. "Please, t-that's enough."
He blinks, as if remembering where he is, and his eyes ghost over your face for a second. You see him become more grounded, his eyes brightening slightly again. He eyes find yours and he holds your gaze, a silent apology passing through it.
"So...he's still in Azkaban?" Harry says.
"No. No, he's not in there anymore. He died about a year after they brought him in."
"He died?" Harry repeats in disbelief.
"He wasn't the only one," Sirius says bitterly. "Most go mad in there, and plenty stop eating in the end. They lose the will to live. You could always tell when a death was coming, because the Dementors could sense it, they got excited. That boy looked pretty sickly when he arrived. Crouch, being an important Ministry member, he and his wife were allowed a deathbed visit. That was the last time I saw Barty Crouch, half carrying his wife past my cell. She died herself, apparently, shortly afterward. Grief. Wasted away just like the boy. Crouch never came for his son's body. The Dementors buried him outside the fortress; I watched them do it."
Sirius picks up the flask of water you had brought for him and drains it instantly.
"So old Crouch lost it all, just when he thought he had it made," he continues. "One moment, a hero, poised to become Minister of Magic...next, his son dead, his wife dead, the family name dishonored, and — so I've heard since I escaped — a big drop in popularity. Once the boy had died, people started feeling a bit more sympathetic toward the son and started asking how a nice young lad from a good family had gone so badly astray. The conclusion was that his father never cared much for him. So, Cornelius Fudge got the top job, and Crouch was shunted sideways into the Department of International Magical Cooperation."
There's a long silence. You gnaw on the edges of your thumb nervously, feeling your stomach twist and churn. Voldemort ruined so many lives, caused so much pain and hurt in the world. And Azkaban — the very name makes you heart tick fearfully faster. Something in Sirius' eyes tells you any amount of time spent in that place is something you never forget.
"Moody says he's obsessed with catching dark wizards," Harry tells you.
"Yeah, I've heard it's become a bit of a mania with him," Sirius remarks, nodding. "If you ask me, he still thinks he can bring back his old popularity by catching one more Death Eater."
"And he sneaked up to search Snape's office!" Ron says triumphantly, looking at Hermione for praise.
"Yes, and that doesn't make any sense at all," says Sirius, deadpanning.
"Yeah, it does," Ron pushes excitedly.
Sirius shakes his head. "Listen, if Crouch wants to investigate Snape, why hasn't he been coming to judge the tournament? It would be an ideal excuse to make regular visits to Hogwarts and keep an eye on him."
"Good thinking, Ron, but I don't think it's Crouch who's been sneaking into Snape's office," you say.
"Well, who do you think?" Harry asks.
"Professor Moody," you reply. "I don't think he trusts Snape."
"So, you think Snape's up to something then?"
"Well — "
"Look, I don't care what you say, Dumbledore trusts Snape — " Hermione buts in.
"Oh, give it a rest, Hermione," Ron snips impatiently. "I know Dumbledore's brilliant and everything, but that doesn't mean a really clever dark wizard couldn't fool him — "
"Why did Snape save Harry's life in first year, then? Why didn't he just let him die?"
"Look, I think you've both got a point," Sirius says in an act of mediation. "Ever since I found out Snape was teaching here, I've wondered why Dumbledore hired him. Snape's always been fascinated by the Dark Arts, he was famous for it at school. Slimy, oily, greasy-haired kid, he was," he adds, and Harry and Ron grin at each other.
You nod, grimacing. "He knew more curses and dark spells when he arrived at school than half the kids in seventh year, and he was part of a gang of Slytherins who nearly all turned out to be Death Eaters. Real creepy bloke, if you ask me."
Sirius holds up his fingers and starts to list off names. "Rosier and Wilkes — they were both killed by Aurors the year before Voldemort fell. The Lestranges — they're a married couple — they're in Azkaban."
You wince. "The sickest of the sick, those Lestranges."
Sirius nods. "Indeed. Avery — he wormed his way out of prison, from what I've heard — "
"Said he was acting under the Imperius Curse," you tell him. "Been free ever since."
"Of course," Sirius says bitterly, sighing. "As far as I know, Snape was never even accused of being a Death Eater — not that that means much. Plenty of them were never caught. And Snape's certainly clever and cunning enough to keep himself out of trouble."
"Snape knows Karkaroff pretty well, but he wants to keep that quiet," says Ron.
"Yeah, you should've seen Snape's face when Karkaroff turned up in Potions yesterday!" Harry agrees quickly. "Karkaroff wanted to talk to Snape, he says Snape's been avoiding him. Karkaroff looked really worried. He showed Snape something on his arm, but I couldn't see what it was."
At once, you and Sirius look at each other, same ideas whirling in your heads. You squint your eyes sceptically, shaking your head ever-so-slightly. Sirius runs a hand through his dirty hair, shrugging.
It's something the two of you have always been good at. Being able to communicate silently, whether right beside each other or on opposite ends of a room. You just know exactly what the other is thinking.
"If Karkaroff's genuinely worried, and he's going to Snape for help..." Sirius stares at the cave wall, and then voices a sigh of frustration. "There's still the fact that Dumbledore trusts Snape, and I know Dumbledore trusts where a lot of other people wouldn't, but I just can't see him letting Snape teach at Hogwarts if he'd ever worked for Voldemort."
"Why are Crouch and Moody so keen on getting into Snape's office then?" Ron says stubbornly.
"Moody is keen on getting into everybody's office," you say simply. "I'm not sure he trusts anyone at all. No matter how much time you've spent with him." Your mind flashes back to the hurt you felt that night he dismissed you, and you inhale deeply. "And as for Crouch...I have no idea. It just doesn't make any sense, does it? The illness, not showing up to the World Cup, not judging the tournament..."
A silence falls as you mull over these questions, fiddling with your ring absent-mindedly while you think.
"You say your brother's Crouch's personal assistant? Any chance you could ask him if he's seen Crouch lately?" Sirius asks.
"I can try," Ron says doubtfully. "Better not make it sound like I reckon Crouch is up to anything dodgy, though. Percy loves him."
"And try and find out whether they've got any leads on Bertha Jorkins while you're at it," Sirius says, glancing down at a copy of The Daily Prophet. He looks at you. "Love, what about your cousin, the one that works at the Ministry? Could you ask her?"
"Who, Mandy?" You say, scoffing. "Mandy doesn't talk to me anymore, Sirius. She doesn't want to be associated with me whatsoever because she thinks I'd damage her reputation."
Sirius raises his eyebrows, but says nothing. He heaves an enormous sigh, clearly exhausted, and rubs his shadowed eyes.
"What's the time?"
You glance down at your watch. "Half three."
"You guys better get back to school," he says to the kids, getting to his feet. He offers you his hand and you gratefully accept it, allowing him to pull you up off the ground.
"Now, listen..." He looks particularly hard at Harry. "I don't want you lot sneaking out of school just to see me, all right? Just send notes to me here. I still want to hear about anything odd, but you're not to be leaving Hogwarts without permission; it would be an ideal opportunity for someone to attack you."
"No one's tried to attack me so far, except a dragon and a few grindylows," Harry jokes, but Sirius is having none of it and scowls at him.
"I don't care...I'll breathe freely when this tournament is over, and that's not until June. And don't forget, if you're talking about me amongst yourselves, call me Snuffles, okay?"
The three nod, say their goodbyes and squeeze through the gap in the rock, leaving you and Sirius in the cave alone.
"Same goes for you, too, you know," he says, turning to you.
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