Forbidden

Sirius

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A/N: I'm really glad people enjoy this story, you know. Thanks so much for reading and being patient with me.

I let the History of Magic O.W.L.s Professor lead me from the Great Hall. He was mumbling about something but I couldn't hear him.

Sirius was in trouble.

Sirius could be dead.

The bell rang and Hermione and Ron were suddenly by my sides, the Professor telling them to take me to the hospital wing. They took both of my arms, leading me away from the Great Hall.

"Mate, you all right?" Ron said. "You look a bit pale."

"Sirius," I mumbled. "Sirius is in trouble. Voldemort's got him."

I watched as their facial expressions changed, though I hardly heard what Hermione was talking about. She wanted to wait, wanted to make sure. . . .

There wasn't time to wait! There wasn't time to make sure!

"Harry?" My friends facial expressions changed again, but this time to suspicion (Hermione) and complete anger (Ron, of course). I turned to find Josephine standing behind me, a concerned expression on her face. "Are you all right, Harry?"

"What do you want?" Ron asked her.

Josephine rolled her eyes at him before smirking over at me. Leaning against a wall, feeling scared and tired. "Ron, Hermione, meet Jasmine McCauley. Joey, meet Ron and Hermione."

"So you've been around his whole time?" Hermione said, shocked.

"Since when have you been on a nickname basis with Malfoy, then, Harry?" Ron said.

"She's not just a Malfoy, Ron," I said, angrily, standing up straight. "She's Josephine, all right? And she's my friend. So just . . . leave her alone, okay?"

Ron backed off, his arms crossed over his chest and a frown on his face but Hermione continued to stare openly at her. Josephine smiled at both, holding out her hand. "Nice to meet you both."

Ron of course, continued to ignore her. Hermione, though, being the more civilized of my two friends took her hand politely and shook it. "How do we know we can trust you?"

"You trust Harry, don't you?" Josephine asked.

"Of course!"

"Well then you can trust me." Josephine gave Hermione a quick smile before turning to me again. "So what happened?"

"It doesn't involve you!" Ron hissed at her.

"Be quiet Ronald!" Hermione hissed back at him. "Go on, Harry, tell us what happened."

As I began to tell them about my dream, I made a mental note to thank Hermione later. She always helped me out when it came to Ron.

My friends listened closely, even Josephine, though I wouldn't have blamed her for jumping in a couple of times. She didn't know that Sirius was my Godfather or that he was innocent. But she didn't say anything, just took it all in strive.

"So what do we do?" she asked when I was done.

"We are going to go rescue Sirius," Ron said, his ears red. "You can take your happy – Ow! Hermione, what was that for?"

"Well we can't just go running off into the Ministry of Magic," Hermione said. "What if it's a trap? What if – what if Voldemort's just waiting for you to get there?"

"What if everything I saw was real and Sirius is dead?" I said, frustrated. "I saw it Hermione!"

"I know, Harry!" Hermione said. "I'm trying to help you so please stop biting my head off all the time!"

I took a deep breath, leaning against the wall again. "Sorry."

"It's all right."

We were all silent for a moment, lost in our own thoughts.

"Why don't we check?" Josephine said with a frown on her face. "You know. We can check wherever Sirius is to see if he's there and if he's not than . . . we can g get him."

"I still want to know where all this 'we' stuff is coming from," Ron muttered.

"Look Ronald," Josephine said, sighing deeply. "I understand why you don't like me. I understand that you hate my brother, my family, and all that but you don't know me. You know anything about me so don't judge me. Harry's my friend and Sirius' is my cousin and so I am going to help no matter what you say. All right?"

Ron's face was red and, once again, he turned away from Josephine, pouting.

"I like her idea, Harry," Hermione said, almost pleading. "Let's use her idea. It's so much safer. For all we know, Sirius could be safe and snug at Grimmuald place."

"And if he's not?" I asked.

Hermione sighed. "Then will go rescue him."

I thought for a moment, trying to figure out what to do next. "We need a fireplace."

Twenty minutes or so later, Hermione and I were getting ready to sneak into Umbridge's office. Somehow, Luna, Neville, and Ginny were now involved (still don't quite remember how that happened) and were going to keep watch with Ron.

Josephine was no where in sight.

"Where do you think she ran off to?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah, after she went on about how much she wanted to help," Ron muttered.

"And I'm still going to help. Get over yourself, Weasley." We turned to see a brown-haired girl coming towards us, her hair puffier than normal and her eyes dark green. She gave me a slightly grim smile. "Is this all right?"

I smiled reassuringly. "It's fine Jasmine."

I had told her she should change her appearance only because I wasn't going to get her in trouble with her family if we got caught.

"I don't feel like me," she whispered to me, tugging on her hair.

"You don't look like you either, but that's the point," I whispered back. Turning to the others I said, "All right, let's get this going."

After 'Jasmine McCauley' had finished quickly introducing herself to Neville, Luna, and Ginny, we split up, me using Sirius' knife to unlock Umbridge's office while Neville ran off with Ginny and Luna went with Ron.

The door popped open and I looked back at Hermione and Josephine. "Ready?"

Both girls nodded and together we snuck into the office.

Josephine's POV

I held my breath slightly as Draco came up closer to me. My arms were held behind my back and my mouth was covered by large hands. Harry, Hermione, and Umbridge had gone off somewhere after a beautiful performance by Hermione, while Ginny, Neville, Luna, Ron, and I were trapped with Draco and some more Slytherin Goons. The one holding me had to (of course) wonder (aloud) who I was.

My goon uncovered my mouth when Draco said, "Who are you?"

"What's it to you?" I said.

Draco smirked slightly. "Feisty. I like that."

Oh, gross! My brother was hitting on me!

I peeked over his shoulder to see Ginny squirming, her fingers just brushing the tip of her wand. She caught my eye and gave me a small wink. 'Keep him busy' she was saying. 'Keep him occupied'.

I groaned inwardly. Oh, Merlin. I was so going to modify my memory after this. I gave Draco a small smile saying, "That's great for you, Malfoy."

"So you know who I am but you won't let me know who you are?"

"You wouldn't remember me even if I told you who I was." Please, please hurry up, Ginny.

"And why is that?" Draco's smirk kept getting bigger and bigger. I'd seen that look before . . . when he was talking to other girls. This was so not right!

Behind him, I saw Ginny quickly whip out her wand. "You'll be in too much pain."

Ginny cast some kind of jinx at Draco. A Bat Bogey Jinx! Brilliant!

Draco screamed loudly as he was attacked. I stomped down on my goon's foot, elbowing him in his stomach as he jerked back.

Before I knew it, we'd all escaped our captures. Ron and I used our wands to tie them up, dragging them to the center of Umbridge's office.

"Good job, by the way," Ron said, as we left the office, closing the door behind us. "I'm surprised you didn't throw up, though, the way you were looking."

"Next time you have to flirt with your sister and find out how absolutely gross that is, then you can talk to me," I said in a whisper.

Ron chuckled, grabbing my arm, gently and pulling me after the others. "Let's go get Harry."

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