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Eda shot up sweating in a flash. Hyperventilating and rustling the leaves beneath her.

She looked towards her sleeping sister, who was letting out light snores with every breath, and the quiet house-demon that lay curled across the ground.

She calmed her breath while an uneasiness climbed up from the pit of her stomach. She felt the claw around her heart clench twice, making her flinch, before letting go and returning to its still state. She took another breath, now bitter, and propped herself up.

Her heartbeat began to rise, and her head returned to throbbing in its pain. A look of great concern instinctively growing on her face, she squeezed her eyes shut and tried to find the Owl Beast within her.

Calm down. Breathe.

It took a while, but once Eda reached a state of momentary peace, she met eyes with the Owl Beast under a plotting, grey sky. The environment was chilling, but not cold. Grey waves flowed and crashed into each other to the left of them, Eda and the beast sat still in unfeeling sand.

‘Come here,’ she whispered in her mind to the little bird.

It followed.

The beast crawled into her lab, circling twice before settling. She placed a hand on its chest, feeling its own heart thump. Fingers caressed its calmingly soft feathers, and she felt the creature twitch in joy.

Eda smiled, then rubbed its belly again.

‘You like that, don’t you?’ she breathed.

It was such a simple, innocent being.

She turned it around in her lap so that their faces met.

‘You’re not gonna be okay, you know that?’

Waves crashed again as did the shore in her heart. Uneasy, not ready to let go.

The beast just looked at her blankly. It knew.

It turned and nuzzled its beak into the crook of Eda’s arm, chirping out a few melodic notes.

‘We might as well enjoy life while it lasts,’ it sang.

Eda sighed and let a longing smile escape onto her lips.

Something loud fuzzily scrambled itself at her. The vision became blurry, the waves became still, and the beast was no longer there.

Lilith: Edalyn!

Her eyes re-focused. She shook her head and rubbed them, the bodily pain all returning to be on par with its emotional counterpart.

Eda: Gah, Titan, Lily, that…

Eda just rolled her eyes.

How long had she been in that state? The sun was rising now, bright orange glow casting itself across every inch of the Titan. It was definitely pitch-black when she had woken up earlier.

Lilith: We’re going, no?

Oh, Titan, Hooty was up too.

Hooty: YEAH, EDA, WE’RE GOING TODAY! REMEMBER?

That damn screech, as if her headache couldn’t get any worse.

Eda: Yes, Hooty, I remember. I just…

Lilith turned around from stuffing her backpack and looked at Eda with inquisitive eyes.

Lilith: You just…?

Lilith’s stare grew, and she grew impatient.

Lilith: …Doooon’t want to go? Is that it, Edalyn?

Eda sighed.

Eda: It is. I don’t.

Lilith rolled her eyes and spun around to sit on the log on the other side of the campfire. Eda begrudgingly sat on the log across from her.

Lilith: What’s all this now? You were the one who was so invested in taking down the Emperor and stopping all our lives to do so.

Eda sucked in a sharp breath.

Eda: I know, I just… he just…

Lilith’s annoyance morphed into careful concern.

Lilith: Did he… did he do something to you, Eda?

Eda bit her lip. Her eyes told Lilith all she needed to know.

Lilith rushed around and held Eda’s hand in her own.

Lilith: Why didn’t you tell me this?

Eda: Because, he- he didn’t. It’s just what he almost did. [shakily] What he could do. What he wants to. What he will.

Tears teased the back of Eda’s eyes.

Lilith: Edalyn, you know I care about you. If you can’t go back, we won’t.

Eda: It’s not that, I have- I want to go back.

She lied.

Eda: I just… if I’m going to do anything, I want it to be around the people I love. You can’t leave me again.

Lilith fell to her knees, teary-eyed herself.

Lilith: I’m so sorry, I never meant it like that. I didn’t even consider the impact I’d have on you, I… I thought I was alone in my pain.

Eda gently squeezed her sister’s hand.

Eda: I know. But you’re not, and you never will be.

She drew back her arm to cup Lilith’s face.

Eda: With this spell declared, let the pain be shared.

A brief moment of silence spread across them.

Lilith blinked away her tears, slowly standing up and dusting off her tattered dress.

Lilith: We should get going. But if at any point you want to turn back, just tell me.

Eda smiled beyond her pain.

***

Making his way to his friend’s tent, Alador almost tripped when his goggles fell down in his face. Readjusting them with one hand, tray in the other, he finally reached the place. It was inconveniently far from the main camp. Strange.

Alador: Darius! I knew you don’t like soup, so I brought a sand-

He narrowed his eyes and scanned the empty room.

Alador: Well, huh. You’re not here.

He placed the tray down and checked the ground for footprints, but all he found were his own to the tent. The wind had rustled the leaves and the ground enough since either of them had been there. That means Darius hadn’t just left, which means he would be further on if he’d travelled, meaning he would be harder to find.

Alador sighed.

He stood still for a moment. Go back to the war tent, or look for Darius? He questioned. Help the rebellion… or find Darius? Truly inquisitive.

Alador: Hhmmm…

He raised his eyebrows and looked up.

…Darius, he mentally spoke his decision and definitely did not blush at the thought.

***

By the time Eda, Lilith and Hooty reached camp, the evening was upon them.

Eda: Titan, Lily, you brought us far.

Lilith lazily chuckled in response, too fixated on their destination.

Lilith: …Wow.

She was wide-eyed, Eda saw as she stepped in front. Eda laughed.

Eda: These are just the sleeping tents, not even the establishment. You’re that far removed from society?

Lilith chuckled again.

Lilith: I guess so.

Hooty slowly crept his neck around Lilith’s back to see the same sight. He was unimpressed, given he didn’t scream about it.

Eda: You wanna get some food? Check out the war room, maybe?

Lilith: E-Eda, are you sure you’re okay with this?

She pulled both of Lilith’s hands into her one. She looked directly in her eyes.

Eda: I’m sure.

Eda reassuringly nodded. She wasn’t, but what did her feelings matter at this point? They had to get somewhere.

At last, they made their way to the main camp. Stepping inside the kitchen tent, Eda immediately rushed to the keg in the corner.

Eda: UGH, I’ve missed this stuff.

Returning to Lilith with a cup overflowing with Apple Blood, she noticed the couple of stares she was getting from within the place.

Eda: What?

She mockingly shook her head at them, wide-eyed. They all awkwardly turned back to their own conversations.

Eda: That’s what I thought.

Looking down, Lilith giggled.

Lilith: I’ve missed your antics.

Eda shot her a smile.

Lilith crept around the place uneasily, that was, until she found tiny sandwiches. She raised her eyebrows and slowly brought one to her mouth, shoving in several afterwards.

Eda laughed.

Lilith: What?

Lilith shook her head just like Eda had.

Lilith: I’ve missed real food.

She laughed.

Eda playfully sighed.

I don’t know why I ever left, Lilith thought.

***

Her last thought immediately fell to nothing as she was reminded exactly why. Stepping in to the war tent with her sister, she caught a coven head speaking just the words she didn’t need to hear:

Adrian: We’ve lost a lot of our loved ones and our own in this war, not to mention those currently suffering as a result of it.

She was killing her sister.

Her hand drifted away from Eda’s. Eda turned.

Eda: [whisper] You okay?

Lilith: Yeah, yeah.

She lied.

Her heart crept up to her throat and it burned like acid. But she didn’t want to let Eda know, because that would probably result in a continuation of the very cycle they were just stuck in.

Adrian suddenly caught glance of the two sisters – and Hooty – in the very back of the room by the entrance.

Adrian: Oh, Owl Lady! You’re back!

He started pushing his way through the crowd to get to her. He smiled at Eda, which made her a little nauseous, but she awkwardly smiled back nonetheless.

Adrian: While we will be primarily using illusions to take down the Emperor,

He swiftly grabbed Eda’s hand and raised her arm.

Adrian: This is a very big one of our assets.

Eda: Uh, Aid, I’m not so sure about th-

Adrian: Why ever not!?

She lowered her voice to a whisper and pulled away her arm.

Eda: I’m dying… I can’t really… transform anymore.

Adrian’s expression morphed from one of confidence to one of cringe. He nodded, then turned back to the listening crowd.

Adrian: Nevermind, then. I still have faith we can do this.

He made his way back up to the front.

Adrian: But – and, ugh, I hate to say this – we’re going to need all magic and everyone we can get. So tell your local tentmate to join the fight and end this fear once and for all. We’ll meet here again in three days time, high noon. Got it?

He was sure full of himself, that was for one. But Eda… she almost started to trust his words?

All the meanwhile, Lilith’s heart raced laps in her throat, so dizzy she could barely stand. She was sweating and starting to hyperventilate, and Eda noticed.

Still at a whisper, Eda caught her terrified eyes. Lilith was panicking, bad.

Eda: Lily, do you want to go to your tent? Come on, we don’t have to be here.

Her sister said nothing, so she dragged her outside and looked her in the eyes.

Eda: Lily, talk to me.

Lilith: A- actually, can- can I sleep in yours? Instead?

Eda: Oh, thank Titan, of course you can.

She smiled to her poor sister, then let out a rough exhale. She guided Lilith to her tent.

As they entered Eda’s tent, Lilith had since begun to calm down.

Eda: Oh, sorry, there’s only one bed. I’ll sleep on the floor, you can-

Lilith promptly plopped down on the bed and looked up at her sister with tired eyes. She was out of her panic now.

Lilith: Look, why don’t you go find Raine? I’ll be okay, I might just… fall asl..

She started to droop down. Eda felt sharp nails clutch at her heart.

Eda: DON’T-

Lilith flinched and opened her eyes again. Eda breathed.

Eda: Don’t talk to me about Raine, please.

Lilith sleepily nodded. Eda briefly closed her eyes to take a calming breath, and when she opened them Lily was fully asleep on her back. That was quick, she almost giggled.

With a sigh, Eda looked through her chest of possessions to find something suitable to sleep on. It wasn’t very late, but, honestly, the walking was a lot for a woman in her state. She scrounged up some dresses and laid them down to make a little mattress. Certainly more comfortable than the forest ground. Letting sleep consume her, she briefly met eyes with the Owl Beast before she completely fell into a non-conscious state. For just a little while, she was at peace, temporary as it may be.

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He was angry. Actually, he wasn’t just angry, he was furious! He was destined to cleanse the world! Make it pure! And yet he had been bested by a child, a child! How could he be beaten so easily? All of his attempts to extend his life were for naught, all the pain he had caused did nothing to save him when it mattered most! No, this would not be the end, he refused to allow this to be the end. He would have his revenge! He had heard from his spies that a tournament was being held, and he had formed a plan. He shall come back! Not now, but in a few months, he will come back. Then he will have his revenge.

Philip Whittebane will have his revenge. Luz Noceda will not survive this tournament.

“Edalyn, are you sure this is a good idea?” Lilith asked her enthusiastic sister.

“Of course it is!” Edalyn beamed, “Why are you so hesitant Lily?”

“Because it seems stupid, and it’s not going to work! That’s why!” Lilith defended.

“Not with that attitude!” Edalyn countered optimistically.

Lilith groaned, Edalyn was just impossible sometimes.

“Do you even have a plan?” Raine asked.

“Of course, I have a plan!” Edalyn quickly defended, “Would I really call you two here if I didn’t?”

“Yes,” Raine and Lilith said in unison.

“So, what is your plan?” Lilith inquired.

“So, I was talking to the old guy who’s in charge of the Human magic school, Bumbledore, or whatever his name is.” Edalyn explained, “And I eventually mentioned the curse. And he said that sounded like an ancient curse from his world that he knew of; and that he could maybe cure it,”

“And I’m just supposed to trust that kooky old man?” Lilith asked, “He’s a wizard! He wears casual drapery! Edalyn! I thought you were smarter than this!”

“Lily,” Edalyn reassured, “Just because wizards here in the Demon Realm are like that, doesn’t mean that the Human wizards are.”

“You need to check your biases,” King added unhelpfully, popping out of Edalyn’s hair.

Her sister stood up, “Well, we don’t want to dilly-dally!”

Raine and Lilith followed Edalyn through the portal door, and into the Human Realm.

“Oh, so this is the Human Realm I keep hearing so much about,” Raine said, fascinated by the differences between the two worlds, such as green grass and a blue sky.

“Oh, yeah,” Edalyn said, “I keep forgetting that you haven’t been over here. Welcome to the Human Realm!”

“I know you said things were different colors over here, but I wasn’t quite expecting this!” They said, “The sky is such a beautiful blue!”

A sudden gust of wind knocked them over.

“Rainestorm!” Edalyn cried, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, thanks, Eda.” Raine said, getting up, “Guess the weather is annoying in every realm,”

The three witches made their way to the front entrance of the castle, which Lilith found fascinating.

“Ooh! Are those real Human Realm gargoyles?” She squealed, “They look so much better than Luz described them as!” Lilith really wished she had brought her journal to write all of this down in, Flora Desplora could never compete with these genuine tenth-century human feats of stone.

“Lily, don’t get too excited yet,” Edalyn told her.

“Too late!” She cried, summoning her scroll to take pictures of the fascinating architecture the Human Witches had made.

“Well, while you’re doing that, I’m going to get my magic back!” Eda cried, entering the castle.

Lilith followed her sister, mostly to make sure she didn’t try to steal everything that wasn’t nailed down. Raine might be with her, but Lilith still figured her sister would find a way to steal at least some stuff.

Lilith, Edalyn, and Raine all made their way to the second floor of the castle (Lilith was completely enthralled by the balusters on the marble staircase). They eventually reached a large eagle-like gargoyle. Edalyn stopped, at a loss for what to do.

“Hmm, the old guy said this was the right place, but I don’t know what to do here,” Eda muttered.

“Maybe try saying the password,” The gargoyle whispered.

“There’s a password?” Eda said, surprised.

Before anyone had time to stop and try to think of a password, the gargoyle got out of the way, and an old man with white hair and a white beard, both so long they could easily be tucked into his belt, greeted them. He was clad in vibrant green, white, and blue robes, and they seemed to wave like a flag in the ancient corridor.

“Ah!” He beamed, his blue eyes twinkling behind his half-moon glasses, “There you are, Miss Clawthorne. And you must be her sister, Lilith. And if I’m not mistaken, you are Edalyn’s enbyfriend, Mx. Raine Whispers, is that correct?”

“Well, if you put it like that…” Raine said bashfully, their cheeks turning bright red. Lilith can never understand how people get like that.

“Now, if I’ve heard correctly, you were cursed by Lilith, correct?” He asked Eda.

“Yes,” Eda answered, “But don’t be mad at her!” She quickly added.

“I wasn’t planning on it, we all make mistakes in the heat of the moment, and sometimes our loved ones get caught in the crossfire. I know that pain all too well.” The old man said, seeming like he was thinking back to when his hair had as much color as his robes.

“What was the name of the curse, the full name,” He asked Lilith as the four of them climbed a staircase into his office.

“The Curse of the Owl Beast,” Lilith responded, feeling guilty.

“Ah, I remember that one,” He said, stroking his magnificent beard, “But if my memory serves me correctly, which it tends to do,” He seemed to glance in one of the corners of his office when he said that, “It only lasts for a day, so why has your curse lasted for twenty years?”

“I-I don’t know, professor,” Lilith mumbled.

“Perhaps it affects Witches more heavily than it affects us Humans, or perhaps it’s due to an error in casting,” He started to hypothesize, “Regardless, I do believe I can help you two witches in healing your affliction,”

“Oh, yes, please do,” Edalyn said, “I’ve been dying to get my magic back.”

Dumbledore got out a training wand, (Can’t Humans do magic innately? She wondered) and he waved it in the air, muttering a word that Lilith didn’t catch.

“There, that should do the trick,” He said, putting the training wand back down.

“What, just like that?” Lilith asked, thinking it was some sort of joke.

“Yes, just like that,” He answered lightly.

Eda drew a spell circle in the air, and a ball of pure, white light emerged from the circle.

“Aw yeah!” Eda yelled, standing on her chair “I am so f**king back!!”

“Edalyn!” Lilith said, “Watch your language!”

“Oh, sorry, sir,” Edalyn mumbled, sitting back down.

“I have gone temporarily deaf and haven’t any idea what you said,” Dumbledore said, placing the training wand back into his colorful robes.

Edalyn cast another spell and another. Lilith soon joined her, equally excited at the return of her magic. Soon enough, the room was filled with all sorts of magical creations. Lilith, getting a bit too carried away, accidentally shot a fireball at one of the portraits that hung on the wall.

“Watch it! You nearly hit me!” A voice shouted, seeming to come from the portrait itself. Do paintings talk in this world? Lilith wondered.

Raine embraced Edalyn in a hug, sharing every bit of her enthusiasm.

“Hold on, let me try something,” Lilith said, wondering if…

YES! It worked! She could still fly with her raven wings.

“Huh, so we get the upside still?” Edalyn said, “That’s great! I was just starting to get used to having wings,”

“I’m not,” Raine muttered, “But I still think it looks great on you,”

“Not nearly as great as those scars Belos left on you. They make your face so much more beautiful,” Edalyn replied, which got a blush from Raine.

Why do they have to flirt with each other all the time? Lilith wondered.

“Well, if the two love-griffins don’t mind, I’m going to go explore this castle,” Lilith said, more checking if Dumbledore was okay with that than if her sister or (probably) future sibling-in-law were.

Dumbledore gave her a nod, and his eye twinkled like a star. Lilith took that as an okay from the headmaster, so she left to go geek out about balusters in peace.

“Flora can go eat it, I found all sorts of cool historical treasures from the Human Realm. That’s right, me! Bad Girl Historian Lilith Clawthorne did!” She said to herself after exiting the office.

“Good for you, we all should acknowledge the importance of learning history,” An extremely dry and tired voice said. Lilith turned and saw a ghost floating before her.

“Oh, hello,” Lilith said, “Sorry, I didn’t see you there,”

“I often get that from my students,” The ghost said, “Say, I’ve never seen you around. And I’ve never, in all my years at this school, seen anyone nearly as interested in history as you seem to be.”

“Well, you’ve never seen me because I’m not a student or faculty member here, I’m a visitor from Hexside,”

“Ah, so you’re here for that dumb tournament thing,” The ghost sighed, seeming to find the entire thing a waste of time, “Did you know? The first Triwizard Tournament was held in the year eleven-thirty-two. It was held here at Hogwarts. I remember that tournament very vividly, yes, a Ravenclaw student by the name of-”

“Bah!” A new voice interrupted, “Who gives a darn about some dumb history? That stuff is for nerds!”

Another figure materialized, he seemed much like a ghost, but instead of being pale like the other ghosts of Hogwarts (or even the Demon Realm, for that matter), this new figure was dressed in loud, obnoxious colors that seemed ripped straight out of the nineteen-eighties. “Then again, you would probably talk to a rock about history and think it was worthwhile, wouldn’t you, Binnsy? A rock might even listen to you more than your students do!”

The poltergeist (that’s what Lilith assumed he must be) erupted into a huge fit of laughter, as though his joke was the funniest thing ever.

“Hey!” Lilith shouted at it, “I was listening to him! I found it rather interesting!”

“Peeves! Will ya shut up for five minutes!” A completely new voice shouted, the source of which seemed to be an old, hunchbacked man who had seemingly come out of nowhere, “I already have to clean up the mess those Weasleys made with their Demon friends, so can you not get on my nerves for once in your goddamn life!”

“Oh, but Filchy-poo, what’s the fun in that?” The poltergeist, apparently named Peeves, replied condescendingly.

Peeves then went on to bully “Filchy-poo”, leaving Lilith alone with the history professor, who seemed eager to continue his lecture.

Sirius waited patiently for his Godson to arrive. He hoped the boy remembered the food, he was basically starving. Rats and the occasional scraps from the Three Broomsticks are not enough to sustain a grown adult.

“Hello, Sirius,” Harry said upon arrival.

Oh, Sirius could smell the food, it made his mouth water. Sirius’s tail wagged, and he led the way from Hogsmeade to the cave he had been calling home for the past few months.

Sirius was used to the long climb up the mountain by now, but Harry, Ron, and Hermione were lagging behind.

Finally, they reached the narrow fissure in the rock that led to his humble abode. Buckbeak sat in wait for him. His orange eye flashed upon seeing the teenagers. The trio all bowed toward the magnificent beast. Hermione began to stroke Buckbeak’s neck when he returned the bow, but Harry was focusing on Sirius, who had just transformed from a dog into his human form.

“Chicken!” Sirius managed hoarsely, obtaining Harry’s generous gifts, a dozen or so chicken legs, a loaf of bread, and a flask of pumpkin juice.

“Thanks,” Sirius said after practically inhaling one of the legs, “I’ve been living off of rats mostly, can’t steal too much from town, I’d draw attention to myself.”

Sirius grinned at his godson, who seemed hesitant to return it.

“What are you doing here, Sirius?” The boy asked.

“Fulfilling my duty as your godfather,” Sirius said, gnawing on another chicken leg. “Don’t worry about me, I’m doing very well at pretending to be just a lovable stray,”

Sirius noticed Harry’s face still being filled with anxiety, so he replied more seriously, “I want to be as close as possible. Your last letter… well, let’s just say things aren’t getting any less suspicious. I’ve been stealing the paper every chance I get, and I’m not the only one getting worried.”

Sirius nodded at the countless yellowing pages of The Daily Prophet littering the floor of the cave.

Harry still wasn’t relieved, “What if they catch you? What if you’re seen?”

“You three and Dumbledore are the only ones around here who know I’m an Animagus, and the only others are Moony and the bit-I mean Wormtail” Sirius told his godson.

Ron and Harry examined the papers, news of Crouch’s disappearance, and another on Bertha Jorkins still being missing. Harry seemed particularly troubled by the one on Mr. Crouch.

“They’re making it seem like he’s dying,” Harry said, “But he can’t be that ill if he managed to get up here. Then again, he did look ill last time I saw him on the night my name came out of the Goblet,”

“Getting his comeuppance for sacking Winky, isn’t he?” Hermione interjected coldly. She was stroking Buckbeak, who was crunching up Sirius’ chicken bones.

“Crouch sacked his house-elf?” Sirius asked.

“Yeah, at the World Cup,” Harry explained, launching into a story of what happened that night, the Dark Mark making an appearance, and Winky being found with Harry’s wand in her hand. And Mr. Crouch’s fury.

When Harry finished, Sirius stood up, grabbed a fourth chicken leg, and started pacing the cave.

“Let me get this straight,” He said after a while, “You first saw the elf in the Top Box. She was saving a seat for Crouch, but he never showed up?”

“No,” Harry said, “I think he said he was too busy or something,”

“Harry,” Sirius said after a pause, “Did you check your pockets for your wand when you left the Top Box?”

Harry admitted he had not, he had only checked when he was in the forest, where it had turned up missing.

“Are you saying whoever conjured the Mark stole my wand in the Top Box?” He asked.

“It’s possible,” Sirius replied.

“Winky didn’t steal that wand!” Hermione defended shrilly

“I’m pretty sure the elf wasn’t the only one in the box with you,” Sirius replied, “Who else was sitting behind you?”

“Loads of people,” Harry told, “Some Bulgarian ministers, Cornelius Fudge, the Malfoys, and Ludo Bagman,”

“I don’t know much about Ludo Bagman, other than that he used to play Quidditch,” Sirius admitted, “What’s he like?”

“He’s okay,” Harry said, “He keeps trying to help me with the tournament,”

“Does he, now?” Sirius said, frowning deeply, “I wonder why,”

“We saw him in the forest just before the mark appeared,” Hermione added.

“What?” Ron asked incredulously, “Do you really think Bagman conjured the Dark Mark?”

“He’s more likely to have done it than Winky!”

“Will you give it a rest with the elf?”

Sirius put up a hand to silence Ron, “She’s got a better measure of Crouch than you do, Ron. If you want to know what a man’s like, see how he treats his inferiors, not his equals,”

Sirius stroked his beard, “All of these absences, it’s all very unlike him. If he’s ever taken a day off work before this, I’ll eat Buckbeak.”

“You know him, then?” Harry asked.

“I don’t just know him, he’s the one who sent me to Azkaban without a trial,” Sirius said quietly. He explained to the confused teenagers that he had been very strongly against Dark magic at a time when doing so would often get you killed. That he had authorized new powers for aurors, and that he fought violence with violence. But eventually, Crouch’s son ended up in Azkaban and later died.

By the time his explanation was finished, it was three thirty, so Harry, Ron, and Hermione needed to get back to school.

But before they left, Sirius caught his godson, “Listen, Harry.” he said, “I don’t want you sneaking out of school to see me, just send me notes here. I still want to know if anything odd is happening. And don’t forget, when you’re talking amongst yourselves, call me Snuffles,”

Sirius did his best to smile at the boy he was looking at. He resembled his father almost perfectly, but he still had his mother’s emerald eyes.

Sirius transformed back into a dog and walked back to Hogsmeade with them.