Sirius Black and Revelations?
Draco strode into the commonroom and made a path straight to the couch where Rose and Astoria were sitting doing homework. Without any pleasantries, Draco blurted out, “You brother doesn’t know everything about Sirius Black. Do you know the truth about him?”
“What are you talking about?” Rose furrowed her brows as she put down her pen.
“I mean besides Black being mass murderer that escaped from Azkaban. Do you know about him in relation to your brother and parents?”
Those nearby, which included Astoria, Vincent, Greg, Blaise, and Theodore, watched the conversation like a tennis match.
“I guess I don’t. What are you talking about?” Rose looked at Draco quizzically.
“How are you supposed to protect yourself if you don’t know what you are protecting against? Adults, honestly.” Draco ran his hand through his hair and sighed, “I don’t even know where to start.”
“How about at the beginning or what brought this up?” suggested Rose.
Draco took her cue, “Earlier in Potions, I found out that Potter doesn’t know about Sirius Black, so I thought that if your brother doesn’t even know then you must not know. I mean, who would tell you? I don’t think that the Prophet has mentioned it.”
“Draco,” Rose injected to break his tangent and get to the point.
“Anyway,” Draco became serious and looked into Rose’s eyes, “Sirius Black was one of your parents’ best friends; I heard he was even named your brother’s godfather. When your family went into hiding from the Dark Lord, they used the Fidelius Charm, which is an extremely complex spell that can be used to conceal a secret inside an individual's soul. A place whose location has been protected by this spell is then invisible, intangible, unplottable and soundproof; in other words, no one can find the place unless they are given willing the secret by the Secret Keeper, who is the wizard who houses the secret. The Secret Keeper of your family’s house was Sirius Black. He told the Dark Lord the secret, which allowed the Dark Lord to go to their house, kill you parents, and ultimately be defeated by your brother, the Boy-Who-Lived. It was only later that he killed those people that led to him being caught and imprisoned.”
“So what you’re saying,” Rose said slowly with a cold demeanor, “is that Sirius Black is the reason my parents died, the reason we were sent to our muggle relatives to live, and the reason that Harry is the bloody Boy-Who-Lived.”
Draco nodded. The others were waiting to see where Rose was going with her thought process and see how she’ll ultimately react.
“I hope he dies a slow painful death. The Dementor’s Kiss is too kind for him,” Rose declared stoically, but everyone could see the emerald fire in her eyes.
“You’re not going to go after him?” Draco asked surprised.
“Of course not,” Rose scoffed. “I’m not a Gryffindor. Black will eventually be caught, most likely here, when he goes after my brother. People care too much about Potter to allow Black to kill him, so Black will be caught. Before he can be Kissed, I’ll torture him until the Dementor’s Kiss will be a kindness.”
Everyone had the urge to shiver at the declaration that the twelve-year-old gave.
A while after Sirius Black made an attempt on Harry’s life, Rose asked Luna a question: “Is it wrong for me to feel hurt that even the mass-murderer Black cares more about my brother than me?”
“Well, just because people say that Black is a mass-murderer doesn’t mean that he is a murderer trying to murder Harry. Nargles nest when people talk about Sirius Black.”
Rose tried for a minute to figure out what Luna meant but then gave up, “You lost me, Luna.”
“What is lost can be found.” Luna smiled.
Rose merely shook her head and returned the smile to her queer best friend.
After “slipping” to the Slytherins that Professor Lupin is a werewolf, Professor Snape came up to Rose and said, “Miss Evans, may I speak to you in private?”
“Of course, professor,” replied Rose, and she quickly grabbed her bag. Rose followed Professor Snape into his office and took the seat in front of his desk.
When Professor Snape looked at her, Rose recognized the exasperation behind his eyes. “My brother did something idiotic and injured himself, didn’t he?” she said in resignation.
“Indeed,” drawled Professor Snape. “Your brother is in the hospital wing again. He and his friends foolishly went after Black, convinced that he was innocent. Then, Lupin changed into a werewolf and almost ate them, and I had to save them. Before the Minister could dispose of Black, your brother did something to help Black escape.”
There goes my plan and chance to exact vengeance, Rose thought to herself. Rose ran a hand over her face and said out loud, “Why is my brother such a dunderhead? I don’t understand why he feels the need to run into dangerous situations. I know he’s a Gryffindor, but that’s no reason to foolishly go after a mass murderer, not to mention one that is trying to kill you.”
“I do not even attempt to follow the logic of a dunderhead like himself, so I cannot answer that. Nevertheless, your brother’s idiocy was not the only topic that I wanted to discuss with you. I was curious about your plans for this summer. After hearing from you about how horrible the last summer was, I was hoping that you aren’t a masochist and have something planned to get away from your brother and muggle relatives.”
Rose was momentarily surprised that Professor Snape remembered and cared. She replied, “Astoria actually invited me to stay with her for the majority of the summer. I’m going to go to the Quidditch World Cup with her and her family.”
“Well, it seems that your summer will be enjoyable for you. You better go and finish packing so you don’t leave anything behind.”
“Yes, sir,” Rose said as she rose from her seat. “Thank you, sir. Have a good summer.”
“You too,” Professor Snape said with a simple nod of his head.
Rose gave him a smile and left his office, determined to make this summer the best summer yet.