Find Who You Are ( Harry Potter x Male Reader ) [VERY SLOW UPDATES]

Chapter 61

what are yall being for halloween im too old to go trick or treating so im being my same dumbass emo self

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Y/n's P.O.V.
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Harry, Hermione, and I make our way through the primitive passageway, ducking under roots that dangle overhead. Then, abruptly, the tunnel ends. Confused we all look around, then as one, look upwards. A small opening is above us. I hoist myself up there, breath leaving my lungs when I slam myself onto the ground. I completely forgot my back is so badly hurting right now. I hoist Harry, then Hermione up with me, ignoring my back that screams in protest at this. Having an abusive Father helps when you need to hide pain.

We scan our surroundings. Holy shit. We're in the Shrieking Shack. Surely we are, but it's a wreck. Furniture shattered, blood on the floorboards and walls, wallpaper peeling in parts, and large paw prints on the floor. But why did this tunnel lead here? Is this what Black has been doing with his time? Many questions like this swirl around in my mind. But most will go unanswered, by just standing here, so I must forget them.

"We're in the Shrieking Shack, aren't we?" Hermione asks, looking at me with the same confusion in her eyes, that mine most definitely hold as well.

I nod stating, "I was wondering if you had noticed that too. But my question is, why?"

Harry ignores us and looks down at the dog prints on the ground. The ceiling above us creaks and we sprint upstairs. We reach the top and look at the ground, dust is gone in stripes, as if something large was dragged across it into the door at the end of the hallway. Where a door is cracked slightly open, light spilling out of it.

"Nox." Hermione casts, the light coming out of the tip of her wand fading until it's gone.

Slowly we creep towards the door, and share a glance. Hermione nods, we all have our wands out and ready to fight, Harry kicks open the door, to reveal Ron. He's laying on a bed, clutching his his bloody foot, thankfully it's still attached to his leg and the wound does not look like it has severed bone or muscle.

"Thank Merlin you're okay. Ron, where is Black? Did he just leave you here? Thought he was Professor Lupin at first, but it's not a full moon." I ask racing up to his side and checking his foot, which as I observed before, isn't as bad as it looks.

Ron points behind me and I follow the paw prints to disgustingly dirty human feet, Sirius Black steps from the shadows, where he was hiding. He's filthy, matted dark hair that hangs to his shoulders, and skin that makes him look like a corpse. Well, he's not as buff as I though he would be. But he looks like he's decaying on the spot so his strength is even more surprising.

I slide in front of Harry and Hermione, telling him, "I will not go easy on you, even if you look like a walking corpse. You will have to kill me to get to Harry."

He looks at me slightly offended, then states maliciously, "No. Only one will die tonight."

"Then it'll be you!" Harry yells determined.

Harry shoves past me and I grab him tightly on the upper arm, I shout at him, "Harry, no!"

I hear footsteps stomp on the ground, Black wheels towards the door, edgy. Harry shakes in place as he holds his wand tightly. As Black turns back at us, he stops, and regards Harry cautiously.