0283 Unacceptable

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0283 Unacceptable The tension in the air was palpable as the scene unfolded in the dimly lit clearing. Hagrid, bound by the constricting ropes, had fallen with a thunderous crash mere steps from Sirius, sending tremors through the earth beneath them. The dust and debris from the impact hung in the air, creating a haze that blurred the lines between friend and foe. Harry, with reflexes honed in Quidditch, spun on his heel, his wand slicing through the air to point unerringly towards the source of the attack. Ron and Hermione, were only a fraction slower, their own wands emerging as extensions of their will, ready to defend against the unseen threat. It was only when the shadowy figure stepped into the faint moonlight, revealing the familiar contours of a human form, that the trio allowed themselves a momentary sigh of relief. The newcomer was none other than Professor Lupin, his usually composed features marred by a pallor that spoke of exertion and haste. His chest heaved with the effort of his pursuit, and his clothes clung to his frame, damp with the sweat of his exertions. "Professor Lupin, Hagrid was dealing with Sirius–" Harry began, his voice tinged with anger and confusion, but he was abruptly silenced by a sharp gesture from Lupin. The interruption left Harry bewildered; this was Sirius Black, the man who had betrayed his parents, and yet Lupin, his parent's old friend, showed no sign of anger, only a bone-deep weariness that seemed to emanate from his very soul. Hermione's sharp intake of breath was audible in the sudden stillness, her hand flying to her mouth as her eyes widened in dawning horror. "Hey!" The exclamation was torn from Hagrid's lips as he struggled against his bonds. The ropes, conjured by Lupin's deft magic, were resilient, and though Hagrid's immense strength allowed him to snap a few strands, they seemed to have a life of their own, twisting and writhing in the air before rejoining as if they had never been severed. Hagrid, unable to rise, could only glare balefully at Lupin as the professor strode past him without a word. "Your magic is much worse than Bryan's, Remus. You injured me!" Hagrid's accusation was tinged with a mix of pain and indignation. "Calm down, Hagrid," Lupin replied, his voice a soothing balm in the midst of chaos. His hair, usually so well-kept, was now a disheveled mess, clinging to his forehead in damp locks. He moved with purpose, bypassing Hagrid to approach Sirius, who had taken to the ground in a defensive posture to evade the stunning spell. Their eyes met, and in that silent exchange, volumes were spoken. All eyes were drawn to Lupin, Harry's included. Yet, as he watched the professor, Harry felt a numbness creeping over him, leaching the strength from his limbs and leaving his gaze hollow. The spell he had cast had not touched Sirius, and now, with Hagrid incapacitated and Lupin present, the man he had believed to be the architect of his parents' deaths had nowhere to run. The Dementors would claim him, condemning Black to a life of torment and despair. And if the recent events were true, and Voldemort did indeed return, perhaps he would seek out his loyal servant. Harry's thirst for vengeance, it seemed, had been quenched by fate's cruel hand. "What happened to Mr. Malfoy?" The question hung in the air, unexpected and jarring. To their collective astonishment, Lupin's attention did not fixate on Sirius but instead turned to the prone form of Draco Malfoy, lying unconscious on the ground. It was a testament to Lupin's character, his role as an professor overriding any personal feelings he might have harbored towards Sirius. Yet, the gravity of the situation could not be ignored; Sirius Black was a wanted man, an alleged murderer. Confusion clouded Hagrid's features, and Harry's eyebrows furrowed in puzzlement. Ron seemed oblivious to the undercurrents of tension, but Hermione's face was a mask of terror, her eyes wide with unspoken fears. "I didn't do anything to him. He fainted on his own," Sirius stated, his tone clinical as Lupin knelt beside Draco, his wand casting a soft glow that illuminated the boy's pallid face. After a brief examination, Lupin's voice took on a grave form, "It might be the Imperius Curse." 'The Imperius curse? What curse was that?' Harry felt like his brain was rusted, unable to comprehend what was happening before his eyes. "I think so too," Sirius concurred, his voice devoid of triumph as he rose unsteadily to his feet. His gaze lingered on Draco's ashen features, a flicker of recognition crossing his face. "And it seems like this little guy has been under control for quite some time. Strange that no one noticed." Suddenly, Sirius frowned, remembering the odd behavior he had witnessed from Draco when he saw him in Bryan's office. "What's wrong?" Lupin inquired, his senses honed to detect any hint of danger. "Nothing," Sirius replied, shaking his head slowly. Doubts about whether Bryan had perceived the same anomalies in Draco's demeanor nagged at him, but such concerns were moot now. For the next few minutes, there was complete silence in the Forbidden Forest. Everyone remained quiet, trying their best to understand Remus's explanation. However, when Remus finished explaining the series of events involving the secret-keeper identities of Sirius and Peter, and when he mentioned the incident on Halloween last year when Sirius burst into the castle to kill the rat, Ron couldn't help but exclaim in excitement, Ron's exclamation, a mix of disbelief and dawning comprehension, punctuated the silence. "Peter Pettigrew, the traitor to Harry's parents, has been hiding as my pet rat, Scabbers....... This is nonsense!" "Expelliarmus!" Just as Remus was trying to convince Ron, a suppressed roar came from a nearby tree. Two beams of piercing red light shot out from a certain spot, and both Remus's and Sirius's wands flew into the air. After arcing through the sky, they landed precisely in the hands of the person who had slid down from the tall tree trunk. Upon hearing that familiar voice, everyone was stunned. "It's rare that you're clear-headed, Mr. Weasley." A sinister face, filled with extreme hatred, emerged from the darkness. "I've had enough of your nonsense, werewolf!" The night air was thick with tension, the forest around them a silent witness to the unfolding drama. Harry stood, his mind reeling from the rapid succession of revelations that had turned his world upside down. Professor Lupin, with the Marauder's Map clutched in his hand, had not come to capture Sirius Black but to stand by his side, revealing truths that shattered the narrative Harry had believed for so long. Sirius Black, the man Harry had been told was the murderer of his parents, was innocent. The true villain was Peter Pettigrew, the dwarf man awarded the Order of Merlin, First Class, by the Ministry of Magic who had been hiding in plain sight as Ron's pet rat. The thought that he had been living with, and even caring for, the man responsible for his parents' deaths sent a shiver of horror through Harry's spine. Neither Harry nor Ron could come to terms with this stagering new reality. And then there was Snape, the professor who had always seemed to harbor a deep-seated animosity towards Harry. Now, his hatred was directed at Black and Lupin. With a swift and violent motion, Snape had disarmed them, rendering Lupin unarmed. His wand now pointed menacingly at Black's eye, Snape's face twisted with a loathing so intense it seemed he might strike the fatal blow at any moment. At that moment, Harry couldn't tell whose hatred ran deeper as Snape and Black stared each other down. "Say something," Snape demanded, his voice a venomous hiss, each word dripping with contempt. "Tell me that everything this werewolf lying on the ground said is false, Black. If you say so, I promise to give you a quick death. Come on, Black, say it!" A terrifying light gleamed in Snape's dark eyes, his last word emerging as a menacing growl that seemed to echo through the forest. In the eerie silence of the forest, a faint sigh was hidden among the rustling of the wind and leaves, unnoticed by anyone. Sirius, faced with the prospect of his imminent demise, showed no trace of fear. Instead, a slight grin played upon his lips, his voice raspy but defiant. "You're making a fool of yourself again, Severus. You haven't made any progress in all these years." ******************************* For More Chapters; /FicFrenzy

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