Haunted by her second year and now with a murderer on the loose, Gwenevere Everill finds herself facing more battles that she does not think she can win.
Tormented by dementors and struggling under the impact of her new studies, will Gwen be able t...
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Before any of them could do anything, before any of them could raise their wands, Sirius Black pointed Ron's at them.
'Expelliarmus!' he croaked.
Gwen, Harry and Hermione's wands shout out of their hands, high in the air, and Black caught them. Then he took a step closer. His eyes were fixed on Harry.
'I thought you'd come and help your friend,' he said hoarsely. His voice sounded as though he had long ago lost the habit of using it. 'Your father would have done the same for me. Brave of you not to run for a teacher. I'm grateful... it will make everything much easier...'
Harry started toward Black, but Gwen, Hermione and Ron seized him. Gwen stepped in front of him, blocking Black's view as best she could-- if they could shield him--
'If you want to kill Harry, you'll have to kill us too,' Ron said fiercely, though the effort of standing up had drained him of colour, and he swayed slightly as he spoke.
Something flickered in Black's shadowed eyes.
'Lie down,' he said quietly to Ron. 'You will damage that leg even more.'
'Did you hear me?' Ron said weakly. 'You'll have to kill all four of us!'
'There'll only be one murder here tonight,' said Black, and his grin widened.
'Why's that?' Harry spat, almost knocking Gwen down as he tried to wrench himself free of Ron and Hermione's grip. 'Didn't care last time, did you? Didn't mind slaughtering all those Muggles to get at Pettigrew, your own fiancée? What's the matter, gone soft in Azkaban?'
'Harry!' Hermione whimpered. 'Be quiet!'
'HE KILLED MY MUM AND DAD!' Harry roared, and he broke free of Hermione and Ron's grip, shoved Gwen out of the way and launched himself forward--
Black didn't raise the wands in time. One of Harry's hand fastened over Black's wasted wrist, forcing the wand tips away; Harry's other fist collided with the side of Black's head and they fell backwards into the wall--
Gwen and Hermione was screaming; Ron was yelling; there was a blinding flash as the wands in Black's hand sent a jet of sparks into the air-- Gwen launched forward, ducking as more sparks flew from the wand, trying to grab Black's writhing hand under Harry's grip--
Black's free hand had found Harry's throat-- Harry choked--
Hermione's foot swung forward. Black let go of Harry with a grunt of pain. Gwen fought the wands from Black's grip-- there was a faint clatter--
Ron had managed to throw himself forward, and was now on top of Black-- there was a clatter of the wands dropping, Gwen scrambled for her own--
Harry had fought himself free of the tangle of bodies, ran after his wand rolling across the floor--
