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Snuffles

Ronald and Ginevra glanced at each other, then at the clock.

"So, where should we start?" Ginevra asked.

"The beginning would be a good place." Arthur suggested in an even tone. However, Molly could not control herself.

"Just explain to me why a murderer would give you an owl!" Molly exclaimed suddenly, sitting up straight. She looked crazed and just sat there, breathing raggedly, before she sighed and leant back again, inhaling and exhaling slowly and mumbling. Bill, who was sitting near her, managed to pick up a couple words of her mumbles: "Sirius…Murder…Owl…my precious boy…why…killer…secret keeper" The last part confused Bill. Perhaps there was a quidditch player who played keeper and was very secretive? No, that didn't sound right.

"Uh, because he felt bad about attempting to murder my rat?" Ronald suggested, and Molly started breathing fast. Ginevra snorted.

"Why would he try to kill Scabbers?" Ron asked, a puzzled look on his face. "And who is this serious guy anyway?"

"Let me explain." Arthur interrupted Ginevra, who was just about to speak. She nodded her okay, and Arthur took a deep breath.

"Well, when Lily and James Potter-Harry Potter's parents- (Ginny smiled slightly at the mention of her crush, but she also looked worried because of the grave tone her father was narrating the story in) were targeted by You-Know-Who, they went into hiding." Ginny whimpered slightly, and Ginevra looked at her sadly. Ronald frowned slightly.

"Can you just say Voldemort?" Everyone in the room (except Ginevra) flinched.

"Ronald! Do not say his name!" Molly cried, aghast.

"Why not, it's not even his real name." Ronald protested.

"Ronald, please. Arthur, continue the story." Molly said feebly. Arthur nodded, watching his son warily. He had taught his son to not say the name; out of respect for those killed by him and his followers and, admittedly, out of fear. What will change in the future?

"They decided to cast a Fidelius charm. That way no-one would be able to find them, even if they were staring right in their window. However, there has to be a secret keeper who knows your position. He/she can tell anyone where the witch and wizards under the Fidelius charm. James and Lily chose Black as their secret keeper." All the children (except Ronald and Ginevra, of course.) gasped.

"But…why?" Charlie asked.

"That doesn't make any sense, you said he was a death eater!" Percy exclaimed.

"He didn't reveal it yet. All through Hogwarts, James and Black were best friends, along with Peter Pettigrew and Remus Lupin." Arthur explained.

"They were best friends? The Potters and a Death Eater?" Bill asked, looking horrified.

"Yes, now let me finish. So, the Potters chose Black as their secret keeper. Then he told You-Know-Who where the Potters were and he went to their house…and he killed them." Ginny choked back a stifled sob. She usually wasn't this emotional, but there was something about Harry Potter that it tugged at her heartstrings to hear how his parents were so cruelly ripped from him. She sniffed, and glanced at her own parents, always so loving.

"They were best friends… and he sold them to Voldemort." Ron hissed. He always valued friendship. He couldn't believe that someone would just sell out their best friend to You-Know-Who, and he didn't care what this man did in the future, he vowed to never forgive him for letting Harry Potter's parents die.

"Yes, but that wasn't all. After You-Know-Who killed the Potters, Poor Peter Pettigrew was grief-stricken," Arthur continued, not noticing the hate flash in Ronald and Ginevra's eyes.

"He went and confronted Black, distraught. Black killed thirteen muggles and Peter Pettigrew with a single curse. All that was left of Peter was a finger! Then Black laughed and laughed and laughed like a madman. Luckily, Aurors found him and took him to Azkaban before he could cause any more harm."

"Without a trial." Muttered Ronald, but only Ginevra could hear.

"Now, Ronald, Ginevra, please tell us what happens in the future." Molly requested, and all of the children subconsciously leaned forward to listen. Ronald took a deep breath.

"Uh, I guess I should just say what happens, huh? Yeah, ok. Sirius escapes from Azkaban in my third year." Molly gasped.

"Oh, my poor baby, that dangerous man on the loose. Ronald only in third year, and Ginevra in her second!" Molly moaned. All of her children ignored her, as did her husband.

"How did he escape from Azkaban? I thought that was impossible." Wondered Ron.

"I'll explain that later. Anyway, he escaped, and everyone thought that he was after Harry. So they put dementors at Hogwarts to keep an eye on him." Molly gasped again, and Arthur shuddered. It was clear that Ginny was about to ask a question, but Ronald interrupted.

"Listen, this is going to be a long story if you keep commenting, so I would really appreciate it if you waited until the end, no matter how much you want to say something." Once everyone nodded Ronald continued with the story.

"Throughout the course of the year, many things happened. Harry got attacked by dementors a couple of times. (Ronald gave Molly a look that told her not to comment, and Ginevra gave Ginny's arm a slight squeeze because she was shaking.) Also, Harry realized that Sirius was his godfather. And Sirius got into the castle. (Gasps from around the room, but luckily everyone was still obliging Ronald's wish and no-one spoke.) One day we-I mean Harry, Hermione and me- were walking back to the castle when this huge black dog knocked me over and grabbed me by the leg. It dragged me under the Whomping Willow, and Harry and Hermione were soon to follow. It turns out that that big black dog was actually Sirius. He was an unregistered animagus, and that's how he escaped from Azkaban."

"That's it!" cried Arthur Weasley, standing up. "I need to go alert the minister immediately of Black's status! We can prevent this from happening. I know we're not supposed to, but think of all the good we can do if we keep Black from escaping." Arthur started towards the door.

"No!" said Ginevra, grabbing her father by the arm. "Please, dad, just wait until the end of the story." Arthur wavered in his resolve.

"C'mon dad, it couldn't hurt to wait a couple more minutes, could it?" asked Charlie and Arthur sat back down.

"As I was saying, Sirius was an animagus. So we were all at the shrieking shack-"

"Wait, how did you get there?" asked Ginny, then blushed, realizing that she wasn't supposed to comment.

"Well, there is a passage under the whomping willow that leads to the shrieking shack." Responded Ginevra.

"Why?' asked Bill, and Ginevra hesitated.

"You'll find out real soon," Said Ronald. "Anyway, were at the shrieking shack talking to Sirius. Then Remus Lupin, who was our defense against the dark arts teacher for that year came down as well. And then Hermione revealed his secret."

"His secret?" asked Percy eagerly. Everyone looked at him, and he tried to look as composed and uninterested as possible. The twins snickered at this.

"Yes. He's a werewolf." A moment of silence passed, then everyone started talking at once.

"Werewolf? A werewolf? Werewolf?" Ron repeated over and over in shock. The twins cheered.

"Think of all the awesome pranks!" Fred said.

"Like what?" asked Ginny.

"Ummm…."

"Well, you see…"

"We couldn't expect a child like you to imagine the possibilities!"

"What possibilities?" asked Ginny, smirking slightly.

"Like…..killing Snape!" Ronald winced at this, reminded forcefully of Sirius Black. Molly, finally coming to her senses, reprimanded them.

"Absolutely not! Don't you two even think of it. Oh dear, a werewolf at Hogwarts so dangerous. And he seemed so nice when he was in the order…"

"He is really nice, mum." Ginevra told Molly fiercely. Molly nodded, not looking entirely convinced.

"But they are dangerous creatures. I can't really be expected to be perfectly okay to exposing one to my children, something could happen. But he did seem nice, and Ginevra and Ronald seem to like him…" thought Molly.

Percy seemed horrified.

"A werewolf! How revolting. I refuse to be taught. What if he lost control? Attacked a student? What in Merlin's beard was Dumbledore thinking?" Ginevra started to glare at Percy, but Ronald gripped her arm.

"Guys. GUYS!" Everyone turned towards him. "Can I please continue with the story?"

Everyone nodded and turned back to Ron for the completion of the story, not noticing the fire crackling and the clock signaling that an hour passed and the next arrival has come.

A/N- To be continued! So, how did you like it? Any suggestions?