That damned Golden Trio. Always getting you into stuff because you happened to be the youngest teacher at Hogwarts, and managed to connect with them well. You were one of the small few who survived the first Wizarding War and vouched to protect Harry because of your friendship with James.

And look where that led you, following those silly teenagers into the Whomping Willow. You knew something strange would have to be occurring if they were going towards the Shack where Remus would shift during the full moon.

You swallowed as you pushed open the wooden door, wand poised in your grasp whilst you listened to the talking on the inside. The room fell silent at your entry, Harry, Hermione and Ron’s eyes seemed to widen.

At first you figured it was in fear of being caught out past curfew, but when you heard an all too familiar gravelly voice from the corner of the room, you knew why they looked so terrified. “Y/n…”

You had known that voice from your times at Hogwarts as a student. Sirius Orion Black, an old friend, maybe a little bit more than a friend. For all you knew, he was supposed to be in Azkaban for plotted murder against the Order of the Phoenix. But it was all a lie, he was framed, but you didn’t know that.

He looked the same as he did when he was younger, maybe a little more ragged. Tears seemed to form in his onyx eyes, his breathing becoming a little shaky. “I thought… I thought Voldmort killed you.” Sirius spoke quietly.