a/n: Sorry in advance y'all <3

            𝕀𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕥𝕙. That's what most of us vow to a person we love at some point in our life. Why is it limited to that one person? Shouldn't that be a moral that we keep in our minds for our friends or people we care about? Not just physically, but mentally in sickness.

In sickness and in health

Harry was still in the hospital wing, Madam Pomfrey insisted on keeping him for the rest of the weekend. (y/n) barely left his side, of course, she knew he was going to be fine, but she had become very protective over him since her vision. Every time she would enter the hospital wing, it didn't get any easier, seeing Harry lying there so defenseless and hurt giving her the same sensation as when she saw him unconscious near the lake. Every time Madam Pomfrey tried to throw away Harry's broom, he would protest not letting her rid of the pile of splintered wood. It broke (y/n)'s heart, she understood for the destruction of his broom probably felt close to losing a best friend for him. 

It was around ten in the morning, and (y/n) was on her way to visit Harry. Last night was the first time she had slept in her bed in days, she usually would hold Harry's hand all night staying awake to make sure he was alright. The tired girl walked down the brightly lit corridors, eagerly making her way to the injured Seeker. As she walked, drowning in her thoughts and anxiousness, she saw a brown blur run past in her peripheral vision. She whipped her head around, noticing that it was Scabbers, once again escaping from Ron's dormitory. With a sigh, she clumsily chased after the shaggy rat, crouching down with her arms outstretched. 

"Come here, you dirty troublemaker," she angrily whispered to the rat. Finally cornering it near the entrance of the boys' dormitory. 

"Gotcha." (y/n) put her hands on her hips as the rat paced back and forth in fright, not knowing what to do. (y/n) chuckled, bending over and wrapping her cold hands around Scabbers, about to pick him up. 

As soon as the wavy-haired girls' fingers touched the rat, her head began to pound and her vision went blurry. Frightened, she started to stumble, as her surroundings flickered with a swarm of colors. She started to get Deja Vu from the incident with her Boggart, as once again, it went black before she opened her eyes, in the same dirty shack she was standing in the first time. Except for this time, it was where she had left off, with Sirius pointing to Scabbers. (y/n) dizzily glanced around, this time knowing that she had to try her best to focus and stay there as long as she could to get all the details she needed. 

"Pettigrew's alive, and he's right there!" Sirius once again points at Ron, a terrified look on his face. 

"Me? He's mental!" Sirius grunts in Ron's ignorance and clarifies. 

"Oh not you, your rat!"

"Scabbers has been in my family for-"

"Twelve years," Sirius interrupts, "curiously long life for a common garden rat! He's missing a toe isn't he?" As Sirius speaks, he steps closer and closer to Ron. 

"So what?" Ron asks, his voice breaking. 

"All they could find of Pettigrew was fing-" Harry answers, Sirius once again interrupting.

"Finger! The bloody coward cut it off so that everyone would think he was dead! And then he transformed into a rat." Sirius said, inches away from the small creature being tightly gripped in Ron's hands. 

She skips ahead in time once more, showing Scabbers running into a hole in a wall and morphing into a grown man. (y/n) feels like her soul leaves her, her body feeling like it was zooming backward as her eyes shoot open to her being back in the corridor, gasping for air. She looks at the rat she is holding in her hand, disgusted at its true identity. What do I do, she thinks. She wanted to get rid of him, but she couldn't. Without the evidence of the rat turning into Pettigrew, her friends would think she killed Ron's rat for no reason and they wouldn't believe Sirius was innocent. Honestly, they would probably think she was on Sirius' side, think that she was friends with a 'killer'. All she could do is keep to herself and let it play out, take it one step at a time. Taking a deep breath, the nervous girl enters the boys' dormitory making sure no one was around. She sets Scabbers on Ron's bed shakily, softly closing the door behind her while trying to pretend the recent vision didn't happen. I can't be a Seer, she thinks, it's too much for me to handle I'm not supposed to be, I can't be. 

Floating down the corridor, (y/n) feels like she can't breathe, tears starting to well up in her eyes. She stumbles onto the ledge of the windows that line the hall. Hyperventilating, she puts her hand on her chest, attempting to tell herself to take deep breaths, letting out hard whines as she cries, overwhelmed. Finally collecting herself, she rests her head on the window, tears glistening in the bright sunlight. She closes her eyes as the warmth of the Sun makes it feel like someone is holding her face in their hands, calming her. The distressed Gryffindor gets up, wiping the lingering tears as she weakly walks to the hospital wing. 

(y/n) opens the hospital wing doors, a crooked smile on her face as she looks at Harry, staring at the ceiling playing with a piece of his broom. As she walks over slowly, she clears her throat, causing the injured boy to quickly sit up, giving her a small smile. 

"Hey, you," she says, sitting on her usual chair while grabbing Harry's hand. 

"Hey," he smiles, that same smile slowly fading as he stares at her dark bags and reddened eyes, sitting up more with concern and looking into her eyes.

"(y/n)...are you alright?" Harry asks, holding her hand tighter while placing his other hand on her forehead as if to check if she was feeling warm.

"What? I'm fine Potter, why wouldn't I be?" she answers, managing to croak out a stiff laugh and a fake smile. In reality, she was dying inside. Like there was a constant voice screaming in pain inside her head while she sat in silence, as she faces all of these demons on her own. 

"I know you (y/n)...you don't seem fine." Harry furrows his brows slightly, all of his pain gone as all he can focus on is the pain he knows the girl he cares about is going through. 

"Come on, I'm just tired. I've been staying up late staying with you is all," her smile doesn't falter, but Harry notices the slight tremble in her lip and her (e/c) screaming for someone to help as he looks into them. He sighs, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, hurt that she continuously won't tell him anything that's bothering her, knowing he can ease some of her suffering. The raven-haired boy loosens his grip on her hand, but not letting go, starting to think that his caring so much is one-sided. Thinking that she obviously doesn't trust him or care for him as much as he does for her. 

She frowns, looking down guiltily, knowing she hurt him by keeping to herself like always. She doesn't say anything, too exhausted to be able to think of an excuse. 

"Enough about me," she says nervously, "how are you feeling Har?" His anger softens, not being able to hold a grudge for long at the fragile girl. 

"I'm good, ready to leave actually. Madame Pomfrey says otherwise. We need to go back to you for a second." Harry says, his jaw clenched and face straight which (y/n) can't help but find a little bit attractive, but also nervous at the seriousness she hasn't seen him use towards her before. "You need to start taking care of yourself (y/n). I'm worried about you, but I can't help you cause you're just shutting me out, but I'm going to try and help you anyway. The least you can do for me is get some sleep because you look exhausted." Harry grumbles, voice slightly raised, releasing thoughts he's had in his head for a while. "Ok? can you please-" He exhales, wiping a tear that escaped from her eyes as she solemnly nods her head. 

She crawls onto the hospital bed, Harry noticeably frightened, as she lays down next to him. Harry awkwardly lays still, as he keeps his hand to his side, as the other one is still holding hers. He rests his head next to her still keeping a small distance between the two, as his chest warms at her lavender scent creeping up his nose. (y/n) silently lets tears fall, but not out of sadness, out of relief. The only time she feels safe, the only time she feels like she can get a break from the war ongoing in her head is when she's with Harry. Harry was still a little upset with her, but he would never turn her away when she needed support, even if he didn't know why. She slowly drifts off finally being able to sleep, the lightning scarred boy smiling down at the peacefulness he hasn't seen on her face in weeks. 

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(y/n) wakes up about two hours later, Harry's hand still holding hers. She says goodbye with a blush as she heads back to her dormitory, still shaken up at her recent premonition. As she opens the door, she sees Hermione, reading a book on her bed. 

"Hey, Hermione," she says, walking over to her own bed to do the same.

"Hey (y/n). Um, where were you? I woke up and you weren't in bed or anything," Hermione questions innocently, observing how rough she looks.

"Oh, um, I was just visiting Harry, ya know wouldn't want him to be alone all the time," she laughs, Hermione looks her up and down doubtingly. 

"Do you need to talk about something? I can tell when your anxiety comes back...your hands, they're shaking," Hermione gets up and sits next to (y/n) picking up the girls shaky hands.

"Hermione, I'm fine, truly" Hermione sighs heavily, staring at (y/n) seriously. 

"No you're not, you're my best friend and I'm not going to let you keep everything bottled up inside. Tell me what's bothering you (y/n), please." Hermione stares worriedly her brows furrowed, trying to steady the girls shaky hands. 

"Hermione, I love you, but I'm fine really." The bushy-haired girl scoffs and stands up, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

"(y/n) I'm tired of you saying you're fine when you're clearly not fine. Everyone notices how distant you've been and how drained you look. I thought I was your best friend. The friend you could tell anything to," Hermione stands with tears welling up in her eyes as anger bubbles up inside her. 

"I can't explain it ok? It's too complicated, and I'll tell you all eventually. I wish you guys could understand that instead of constantly trying to force it out of me! I'll tell you when I'm ready. Not when it's convenient for you, Hermione," both girls are standing, hurt in their eyes. 

"We're just trying to help you! Don't you get that? You don't have to do this alone and you know that, you're doing this to yourself, (y/n). All you have to do is tell us and we can all figure out together. You're handling this immaturely, until you're ready to see that we aren't in the wrong by just trying to ease your pain, then-," Hermione stops, not wanting to say what's next, tears streaming down her scowling face. 

"Then what?" (y/n) asks, voice cracking at the fact that now Harry and Hermione are frustrated with her. 

"I think you can finish the rest." Hermione grabs her book and storms out, leaving (y/n) standing in the middle of the dormitory, hurt. 

(y/n) stands in disbelief, painfully knowing that her best friend was right. She was doing this to herself, Dumbledore did say she could choose what she wanted to tell people about her visions. She was just scared to say anything, hoping if she kept it inside her head, then the problem wouldn't become a reality. Harry wouldn't get hurt, the visions wouldn't exist. 

(y/n) grabs her journal and jacket as she heads outside to escape the anger floating in the air. Running through the halls, students look at the furious Gryffindor as she races away from their stares and haunting whispers. 

She sits in the Clocktower Courtyard, leaning against the ancient stone walls. She aggressively flips open her journal, finally finding a blank page as she sloppily starts to write. Not even bothering to put the date, she immediately starts writing. 

Dear Universe, 

You are doing a terrible job. I've written to you a few times with my issues and all that has happened is my life has gotten nothing but worse. My best friend hates me, Scabbers basically killed Harry's parents, and Harry himself is frustrated with me. I can't stand it when they are mad at me, Hermione and Harry mean so much to me (in slightly different ways of course). My body is going to explode, I can't handle all of the different emotions flowing through me right now. It's all your fault. I don't know what to do, please guide me-

The tip of (y/n)'s quill snaps from how hard she was writing, only making her more annoyed. 

"UGHHHHHHH," she yells, as she throws the quill across the courtyard. She stares at her journal, noticing that a corner is folded, on the page where she was venting about her feelings for Harry. She frowns, straightening it out, figuring it just got beat up on its way back to her. Before she can think anything more of it, she hears leaves rustling in front of her. She looks up, closing her journal as she stares at the bush ahead of her.

The confused and frightened girl looks at the glowing eyes that slowly emerge from the dark leaves, only to reveal a black dog. She's a little unnerved, for the black dog looks just like the omen of death that Harry had received in his tea leaves a couple months back. It slowly walks up to her, both of them looking to the side as they hear footsteps, only to see that it's Ron. 

"Oh, hey Ron," she weakly smiles, tired of the 'completely fine' persona she keeps on having to fake. 

"Hey, who's dog?" Ron points to the shaggy black dog that (y/n) had met only moments earlier. 

"Um, I'm not sure, just met it. What's up?" (y/n) eyes the dog wearily as she talks to Ron.

"I was just wondering, have you seen Scabbers? I can't seem to find him, keeps somehow escaping from the dormitory," the black dog growls at the mention of the name, making (y/n) stand up quickly, backing away.

"I saw him in the hallway today, brought him back to your bed," Ron notices her nervousness at the mention of seeing him.

"Oh, thanks. Are you alright?" I swear to Merlin if I have to answer this question one more time today, she thinks.

"Yes Ron, fine, just a little nervous about the growling dog next to me right now."

"Oh, right. Bloody dog, get out of here!" Ron shoos the dog away, giving (y/n) an amused smile.

"Thanks Ron," she laughs.

"Anytime. Well I'm gonna go look for Scabbers, let me know if you see him," Ron says as he walks away.

"I will!" not.

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It was Monday and Harry was finally released from the hospital wing. The duo were standing shoulder to shoulder in DADA, Professor Lupin thankfully taking his spot back from Snape. He looked just as worn as (y/n) the same bags underneath both of their eyes, Lupin's robes hanging loosely around him. The class was complaining how Snape assigned them an essay on werewolves that had to be two rolls of parchment long. Lupin kindly smiled at the frazzled students.

"Don't worry. I'll speak to Professor Snape. You don't have to do the essay," he said. 

Today's lesson was very enjoyable. Lupin brought out a glass box that contained a Hinkypunk, which is a tiny one-legged creature who looks like it's made out of wisps of smoke, and very frail and harmless looking. 

"Lures people into bogs," he explained, "you notice the lantern dangling from his hand? Hops ahead-people follow the light, then-" The creature screeched while banging on the glass, as the bell rang. (y/n) and Harry gathered their things, talking about the class, as Lupin spoke.

"Wait a moment Harry," Lupin called, "I'd like a word." Harry looked over at (y/n) and then back at Lupin.

"Can she stay?" Lupin glanced at the bright eyed girl, looking at her with that same sense of guilt, same sense of holding something back.

The professor smiled, "Sure, I don't see why not." 

"I heard about the match," said Lupin, "and I'm sorry about your broomstick. Is there any chance of fixing it?"

(y/n) placed a hand on the boys shoulder at the question. "No," said Harry, "the tree smashed it to bits." 

"They planted the Whomping Willow the same year that I arrived at Hogwarts. People used to play a game, trying to get near enough to touch the trunk. In the end, a boy named Davey Gudgeon nearly lost an eye, and we were forbidden to go near it. No broomstick would have a chance." Lupin said. 

"Did you hear about the Dementors too?" (y/n) asked eagerly, hoping the professor would be able to give insight on why they were coming for Harry.

"Yes, I did. I don't think any of us have seen Professor Dumbledore that angry. They have been growing restless for some time...furious at his refusal to let them inside the grounds...I suppose they were the reason you fell?" Lupin asked, turning to Harry.

"Yes,"Harry answered. Harry wondered if they feasted on him because maybe he was weak.

"It has nothing to do with weakness," Lupin said, almost reading Harry's mind. "The Dementors affect you worse than others because there are horrors in your past that the others don't have. Dementors are among the foulest creatures that walk this earth. They infest the darkest, filthiest places, they glory in decay and despair, they drain peace, hope and happiness out of the air around them. Even Muggles feel their presence though they can't see them. Get too near a Dementor and every good feeling, every happy memory, will be sucked out of you. There is nothing for you to be ashamed of Harry."

"Why did they have to come to the match?" Harry asked, getting noticeably nervous.

"They're getting hungry," Lupin said while closing his beat up briefcase. "Dumbledore won't let them into the school, so their supply of human prey has dried up...I don't think they could resist the large crowd around the Quidditch pitch. All that excitement...emotions running high...it was their idea of a feast." 

"You made the Dementor on the train back off," Harry said, suddenly changing the subject again. 

"There are certain defenses one can use," said Lupin, "But there was only one Dementor on the train. The more there are, the more difficult it becomes to resist." 

"What defenses?" said Harry immediately. "Can you teach me?" Harry would never admit it, but (y/n) could tell how frightened he's been about these Dementors and it was understandable. (y/n) squeezes the hand she has on Harry's shoulder in reassurance. 

"I don't pretend to be an expert at fighting Dementors, Harry-quite the contrary..."

"But if the Dementors come to another Quidditch match, I need to be able to fight them-"

Lupin looked at the determination in Harry's face, "Well...all right. I'll try and help. But it'll have to wait until next term, I'm afraid. I have a lot to do before the holidays. I chose a very inconvenient time to fall ill." 

"Um, professor, could you teach me as well?" (y/n) asked nervously, hoping he would allow it.

"I mean I could, but what ever would you need it for?" Lupin asks concerned. (y/n) knew she had to learn to protect Harry for when the hundreds of Dementors would be swarming him and Sirius, but she couldn't tell him that.

"I'm always with Harry, now more than ever with Sirius Black around. So I figured I should learn too, it would be easier with two people and if anything happened to Harry I could get rid of them before major harm is done." (y/n) says, confident that she gave a good excuse.

"Very well, I will see you two for lessons after term then, Happy Christmas." With that, the two walked out, excited for the adventure ahead. 

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Today was Hogsmeade and (y/n) agreed to stay behind with Harry again. Her and Hermione still hadn't spoken to each other, the only one seeming to notice was Harry. The two stood hand in hand staring at all the students walking into the village through the frosted glass of the large clock on the side of the building, Harry noticeably disappointed. 

"It's alright Harry, you always have next year. Besides you get quality alone time with no other than me," (y/n) said with a wink as the messy haired boy gave her a smile.

 He leaned in close, causing the small girls breath to hitch, as he whispered "What do you mean? We're going right now." Harry gave her a cocky smirk before tugging on her hand to follow him.

"What? Harry you're mad! Mad, but brilliant. Um, how exactly are we going to do that?" He pulls her into an empty room making sure both of them are squeezed into a corner, (y/n)'s ears heating up by how close they were. 

"Invisible cloak of course. You have to stay close so that the cloak can conceal both of us." Harry wraps the cloak around the two of them, intertwining his fingers with (y/n)'s once more. They walk outside, giggling in excitement. They walk past Fred and George, but the twins grab both of them by the arms, dragging them away. 

"Guys, let us go!" Harry whines, as both of them struggle. 

"Clever you two."

"But not clever enough. Besides, we've got a better way," the twins say. 

"Guys, we're trying to go to Hogsmeade," (y/n) whines squeezing Harry's hand in frustration.

"We know. Don't worry, we'll get you there. We'll show you a quicker way." 

"Come on guys, let us go," Harry still struggled, while (y/n) had already given up fighting it.

"Now, come and join the big boys." 

The two are dragged into a small stairwell, away from the outside, as the twins take off the invisible cloak. 

"What are you doing!" Harry asks angrily, the twin immediately shushing him, handing him a piece of blank parchment. "What's this rubbish?" Harry asks, making (y/n) giggle at his annoyance.

"What's this rubbish he says," Fred laughs, "that there is the secret to our success." 

"It's a wrench giving it to you believe me," George continues.

"But we've decided, your needs are greater than ours. George, if you will." 

George says, "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." As he says the charm, he taps his wand against the parchment, as it starts revealing drawings. 

Harry reads the cover of the map out-loud, "Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs, are proud to present...The Marauders Map?" 

"We owe them so much," George says. 

Harry unfolds the parchment, revealing a map of Hogwarts, with footsteps fading in and out. "Hang on. This is Hogwarts." (y/n) observes, Harry continuing what she was thinking.

"And that...no. Is that really-" 

"Dumbledore," says Fred

"Pacing"

"Does that a lot"

"So you mean this map shows-" Harry is cut off again.

"Everyone"

"Everyone?" Harry asks.

"Everyone."

"Where they are-"

"What they're doing-"

"Every minute-"

"Of everyday," the twins say, alternating between each word. 

"Brilliant! Where'd you get it?" Harry questions, a big smile on his face.

"Nicked it from Filch's office of course, first year" Fred answered.

"Now listen, there are seven secret passageways out of the castle. We'd recommend-"

"This one," they say in unison, pointing to the One- Eyed Witch passageway. 

"It will lead you straight to Honeyduke's cellar. But you best hurry, Filch is heading this way."

"Oh and Harry, don't forget. When you're done, give it a tap and say,"

Again in unison, the twins say "Mischief Managed, otherwise anyone can read it" as George taps his wand to the map, the parchment returns to its normal blank state. 

"Come on, (y/n)," Harry says as he grabs her hand and wraps the invisible cloak around them both again. The two slowly walk together, their footsteps left behind on the snowy ground, the warmth of their body's next to each other easing the sting of the low temperature. (y/n) and Harry walk in the secret passageway, Harry lifts up a concrete slab that covered the floor entrance into Honeydukes basement, quickly releasing it once someone walked in. He watched carefully until the man walked up the stairs.

"Let's go," he whispers, as he lifts her up onto the floor above. The two walk up the stairs, (y/n) accidentally knocking over a crate in the process, looking at Harry. Sorry, she mouths as they continue up the stairs. They walk through the sweet smelling shop, bright candies fill the walls as students are laughing with their friends, exchanging the treats just purchased. The pair walks past Neville, to which (y/n) grabs his lolly, as they exit. They walk for another couple minutes, stopping to find Draco and his Slytherin goonies teasing Hermione and Ron who are looking at the Shrieking Shack. Harry squeezes (y/n)'s hand as they both look at each other with anger in their eyes.

"Well well, look who's here," Malfoy says making his way down the snowy hill, "you two shopping for your new dream home? Bit grand for you, isn't it, Weasel-bee? Don't your family sleep in uh, one room." 

"Shut your mouth, Malfoy." Ron says meekly, glancing down at the floor. 

"Ooh, not very friendly. Boys, I think it's time we teach Weasel-bee how to respect his superiors." Malfoy says fixing his jacket with an overconfident smile on his face, only a few feet away from Ron and Hermione. 

"Hope you don't mean yourself," Hermione says, stepping in front of Ron. Harry and (y/n) look at each other again, "You thinking what I'm thinking?" (y/n) asks.

"Definitely," says Harry, as they both bend down, grabbing handfuls of snow, stinging their once warm fingers as they crunch them into snowballs. 

"How dare you talk to me." Malfoy sneers with his face disgustingly contorted, "Filthy little Mudblood." That was the final straw, (y/n) chucked the first snowball, hitting Malfoy right on the side of his head, Harry giving her a quiet high-five. Malfoy looks around frantically, fear taking over his face as Harry and (y/n) hold in their laughter, Harry getting ready to throw the next one.

 "Who's there?" Malfoy asks, and after a few seconds, all hell broke loose. Harry and (y/n) started firing as many snowballs as they could chasing the Slytherins away. 

"Don't just stand there, do something!" Draco yelps to Crabbe. The pair runs over, (y/n) pulling Crabbe's pants down since she was the shorter one and Harry pulling Goyle's hat over his eyes. When Crabbe went to go pull his pants up, (y/n) kicked him, sending him flying forwards. Harry laughed looking at her proudly, while proceeding to drag Malfoy on the ground. 

"Whats wrong Malfoy, lost your skis?" Ron yelled as him and Hermione laughed at the scene in front of them. The three ran off in fear as Harry and (y/n) walk over to Hermione and Ron. (y/n) played with the strings on Ron's hat and Harry picked up pieces of Hermione's bushy hair as the two laughed hysterically. 

"Harry!" Hermione laughed, as Harry removed the cloak from both him and (y/n). The laughter out of Hermione ceased once she realized (y/n) was there too. While (y/n) remained silent, the four Gryffindors trudged through the snow, as Harry explained the Marauders Map. The quartet came to a stop as Hagrid, Professor McGonagall, and Cornelius Fudge got out from a carriage as they talked with the pub owner.

"I hope business is good," Fudge said as he crawled out of the carriage Hagrid opened for him.

"It'd be a lot better, if the Ministry wasn't sending Dementors into my pub every other night!" the tall woman said as she towered over Fudge, waving her hammer next to his face.

"We have a killer on the loose," Fudge defended, as the woman continued loudly hammering a wooden sign on the wall of the pub.

"Oh Sirius Black in Hogsmeade! And what would bring him here?" she said frustrated, her blonde curly hair swaying at the force put into the hammer. 

Fudge walked up next to the woman's ear and whispered, "Harry Potter."

"Harry Potter!" the pub owner exclaimed, earning a loud shush from McGonagall and Fudge as they brought her into the pub. The friend group looked over to see Harry gone, his footsteps visible in the sparkling snow as he snuck into the pub. The trio ran after him opening the pub door as they were scolded out by shrunken heads hung by the entrance.

"I say, no underage wizards allowed in today, so close the damn door!" the heads exclaimed.

"So rude," muttered Hermione. 

"Thick heads," Ron responded. The trio stared through the tiny frosted door window, as a chair creaked against the floor, knowingly Harry. 

"Well all we can do is wait and hope nothing goes wrong I guess," (y/n) sighed, making her way over to a bench. Ron sat between (y/n) and Hermione, the anger in the air was suffocating. 

"Did you ever find Scabbers?" (Y/n) asks, just trying to diffuse the tension. 

"Oh uh, yeah. He was under Harry's bed actually," Ron said awkwardly, gulping while staring straight ahead.

"Is there anything else you want to say to us, (y/n)? Anything you want to tell, us?" Hermione asked through gritted teeth, her lips pinched in a line.

"No Hermione, I don't believe I do," (y/n) angrily replied, giving her best friend (was it ex-best friend now?) a fake smile. The two girls angrily stared at each other, Ron breaking them out of their glares by tapping both of their shoulders.

"Look," he said, pointing to footsteps being left in the snow, it was Harry.

The trio raced after him, apologizing to the group of carolers he knocked over just a few seconds earlier. They came to a clearing, seeing his footsteps lead to a rock, only being able to hear the winter winds, and a soft sniffling. Harry was crying underneath his cloak. (y/n) slowly approached him, carefully taking the cloak off, as he looked up angry and hurt.

"Harry what happened?" (y/n) asked softly, face in a frown seeing tears behind the boys round glasses. 

"He was their friend, and he betrayed them," Harry said weakly not looking up. "He was their friend!" he said again, this time looking up and screaming causing (y/n) to jump back at the raise in his voice. "I hope he finds me, because when he does I'm gonna be ready. When he does, I'm gonna kill him!" (y/n) becomes frightened and worried about the anger that whatever Harry heard had cause him. 

She goes to hug Harry, hurt in his and her eyes, "Oh, Harry, I'm so sorr-" (y/n) was interrupted aggressively by the raven-haired boy.

"Don't touch me!" Harry whipped his arm out of her grasp, causing her face to contort in confusion and pain.

"What? Harry what are you-"

"You have no room to apologize. You know something about Sirius Black, I know  you do. Why won't you tell us? Why are you keeping valuable information to yourself!" Harry's breathing was erratic, anger seething through him. 

"I thought friends support each other, even when they're going through a dark place mentally or physically, be there for each other no matter what. Why doesn't anyone get it! I'm not doing this to hurt you guys. Like I said to Hermione, when I find this information needs to be told, I'll tell it. What about that do you not understand?" (y/n) tried to sound intimidating, but instead her voice was breaking. She slowly backed away from her three 'friends' that were glaring at her with nothing but hate in their eyes. 

"What I don't understand is the fact that I thought you were my friend! We have been there for you all this time. Even when you didn't tell us anything, we still supported you anyway. But now, you could potentially take me out of danger and save my life. Instead, you're sitting in silence. I thought you cared about me, (y/n). What kind of a true friend would not save the other. Were you just putting on an act around me?" Harry's eyes began to well up, something (y/n) didn't see often.

"No of course not! Harry I care for you, deeply! This is just a stupid argument." 

"It's not (y/n). You know that, just like what you saw in your vision is what I need to know to kill Sirius Black. If you were my friend you would tell me." 

"No Harry you can't kill him," (y/n)'s breath was shaky as angry tears streamed down her face. 

"What? Why not?" Harry was beyond confused at how different the girl he cared for was acting.

"He innocent!" (y/n) grabbed handfuls of her hair grunting as she realized what she had just said. Her friends would think she was crazy, they never would believe he was innocent.

"Wow. You're kidding right? You're defending the man that killed my parents and is trying to kill me? Who are you?" Harry's words cut through her like a knife, her fragile state not being able to handle the conflict.

"I can explain, if you would just talk to-"

"Shut up!" Harry bellowed, immediately regretting what he said as hurt and fear spread across (y/n)'s face. "I-I'm sorry. (y/n) I-" before he could finish the girl ran off, slumping against a large tree, crying in her frostbitten hands. 

She had the truth. The lonely truth. The truth she holds caused her to lose all of her friends, and now she's alone. She weeped silently in her sorrows. Looking up at the sky, wishing that at some point in this nightmare, she could wake up. Snowflakes gracefully fell on her red cheeks. Still crying, she finally looked away from the sky, noticing the black dog from earlier in the distance. Before something that hasn't happened to her before occurred.

She heard a voice.

A voice within her head.

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a/n~ Uhhh yeah I have no words for that one, just kinda angry as I expect you guys are too. 

Who's side are you on? The trio or your own? 

Sorry for the minor cliffhanger, that won't happen too often

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