@wolfstarmicrofic November 2, word count 388

Peter had hit him with a cheering charm. A fucking cheering charm! His face ached as he surveyed the surrounding wreckage. His lungs were screaming for a true breath as they dragged air in and out, as laughter was forced out of him. 

Peter had disappeared, leaving nothing but a finger behind. He stooped to pick it up. He’d use it to track Peter after this stupid charm had worn off, and he could transform into Padfoot safely. 

The sharp whip-like crack of apparation filled the surrounding area, and then he was surrounded. His arms were yanked behind his back and heavy manacles locked around his wrists, and a potion was poured down his throat. He choked and spluttered as laughter tore from his lips and his magic ebbed; whatever the potion was, took it from him. 

“You’re under arrest, Black.” Barty Crouch growled in his ear as he dragged him backwards away from the scene of destruction Peter had created. 

Tears shed from his eyes, his uncontrollable laughter taking on a hysterical note. James and Lily were dead. Peter was gone, and he’d lied to Remus. He was going to Azkaban. 

Another crack of apparation sounded, putting the Aurors on alert. 

“Remus!” he shouted, gasping for breath as his lungs spasmed. “Remus, I didn’t do it; it was Peter. Remus, I’m sorry.” He began to be dragged away, but he fought it. “Remus!” He cried out, sounding like a lunatic. “Remus, please, it wasn’t me. The drain, he went down the drain!” He watched Remus for as long as he could, until the world went black. 

He woke up on a cold stone bench —The effects of the powerful cheering charm were long gone. He pulled himself up, feeling the cold sinking into his bones. He looked out through the narrow slit onto the cold, grey water and knew exactly where he was. Azkaban. 

Weeks went by, and he gave up all hope. Remus hadn’t believed him, and no one was coming for him. He sank further from reality, using Padfoot when it all got too much. 

He woke to the sound of footsteps, a key in a lock and a rush of cold air as his cell door was flung open. Remus stood there holding out a hand to him. 

DISCLAIMER:  I don’t own any of the text excerpts (obviously) but the comments are from my head!

SPOILER ALERT:  I reference future plot events/themes.

“Hermione flung her arms around Ron’s neck and broke down completely.”

1)  Woahhh okay did not realize that the romantic tension starts in book three

“Ron, looking quite terrified, patted her [Hermione] very awkwardly on the top of the head.”

2)  Men.

“...And he was a bit useless.  You never know, Mum and Dad might get me an owl now.”

3)  I know that Scabbers is the rat version of Peter Pettigrew but can we acknowledge that Ron just said it’s ok his pet died because his parents might get him a better pet now

“’She [Hermione] could’ve done with a Cheering Charm on her too,’ said Ron as the class left for lunch, all grinning broadly --- the Cheering charms had left them with a feeling of great contentment.”

4)  I could use a good Cheering Charm myself ngl

“The last thing he [Harry] needed was another near-fatal accident, with the Quidditch final drawing ever nearer.”

5)  Dang I’ve forgotten what it’s like to care this much about an extracurricular activity

“... the burden of winning fell largely on Harry, because capturing the Snitch was worth one hundred and fifty points.”

6)  Uh no offense Rowling but that’s a really dumb rule

“Harry hadn’t forgotten Malfoy’s attempt to sabotage him in the match against Ravenclaw, but it was the matter of Buckbeak that made him most determined to beat Malfoy in front of the entire school.”

7)  Spite truly is the best motivator, isn’t it.

“He couldn’t walk to class without Slytherins sticking out their legs and trying to trip him up.”

8)  When people are trying to trip you up both emotionally and physically.

What a conundrum.

“Angelina, Alicia, and Katie were laughing at Fred’s and George’s jokes.”

9)  I like how Angelina, Alicia, and Katie basically only show up to play Quidditch and laugh at the Fred’s and George’s jokes

“Harry couldn’t help grinning broadly as he saw that both the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables were applauding them too.”

10)  so bas ically everyone hates Slytherin

wuts new

“’THIRTY-ZERO!  TAKE THAT, YOU DIRTY, CHEATING ---’

‘Jordan, if you can’t commentate in an unbiased way ---!’

‘I’m telling it like it is, Professor!’”

11)  I’m so glad I chose to reread this dialogue during post election America

“... Lee swore so badly that Professor McGonagall tried to tug the magical megaphone away from him.”

12)  Lol I love this kid but also how does he still have a job

“If only there had been a dementor around... As a sobbing Wood passed Harry the Cup, as he lifted it into the air, Harry felt he could have produced the world’s best Patronus.”

@wolfstarmicrofic March 15, word count 245

‘Remus! Remus! Remus!’ It was all he could think about as the Aurors forced him down to the ground, taking his wand and wrenching his arms behind his back. James and Lily were gone. Dumbledore had taken Harry. Peter had escaped, and Remus was on his own. How could he have been so stupid to think Remus was the spy? It was all his fault. If he hadn’t steered James towards Peter, he and Lily would still be alive. 

Inside, he was screaming in the pain of losing everything. Externally, he was laughing uncontrollably. Peter’s final gift. It was the one spell he’d been better at than any of them, a cheering charm and a powerful one. 

Fingers dug into his skin as he was dragged to his feet and taken away, tears streaking down his face as he continued to laugh uncontrollably. He just hoped that they would give him a fair trial. He had all the memories in his head. All he needed was for them to listen. Then he could go apologise to Remus and collect Harry. He felt better, that was until he was apparated to Azkaban and thrown in a cell.