I hadn't been in contact with him since the accident. The gifts I would send with someone, causing an eruption or rumors to spark amongst his friends.

"Do you think he got mad at her?"

"With her temper and who he father is, it would be no surprise he kicked her out."

I sat in the Great Hall, miserably chewing on toast. I look through my mail. A letter from Mum, a letter for the Teen Wizard monthly, which I already denied, and finally a letter from the Minister of Magic. Don't care what it's about.

"Harry needs you," Hermione says coming up to me.

"I am extremely hung over, so if it's not important-"

"He really needs you. He woke up sweating and with eyes of terror," Ron says.

"Ok! Fuck! I'm going."

I walk up the hospital wing, anxiety radiating off my body. I shake my head and my arms, the bracelets on my wrists making loud noises.

I was wearing the first bright colored outfit in a while. A pair of baggy black jeans with a lilac sweater. My body was decorated the usually necklaces and rings.

I stand in front of the door for a minute or two, debating if I should leave and say I got distracted. He wouldn't call me up so frantically unless he really needed me though, right?

I open the door, eyes locking with the green eyed boy instantly. My cold distant eyes put up their guard, not needed another thing to burden my mind.

"Hey," Harry says.

"Hi," I weakly answer, light smile on my face.

"I'm sorry that it got awkward between us. Friends?"

He holds out his hand, as if this was a truce. I didn't want whatever happened to be over, but this was for the best. I grab his hand, shaking it.

For the better.

"Is that why you called me up here?"

"No. That shaggy dog... it looked like the grim."

"Oh..."

"Yeah, and I almost died the two times I've actually seen it. I almost got hit by the Knight Bus and then what put me in here."

"Wow. That's a crazy omen."

No, it's just Padfoot being an absolute dumbass and never actually hiding.

"I'm sorry for scaring you with the whole screaming thing."

"No, I'm glad you told me. I'm just a bit confused on why me?"

"You're the only person I've told about all of this. Thought I might as well. You never judge me for the things that haunt my conscience."

"I could never. Also, I'm incredibly hung over, so you are very lucky you can depend on me. I will always run to you if you call for me."

"Yeah, you are brilliantly dependable."

A comfortable silence falls between us as I stroke his hair lightly, trying to get the mess out of his face.

"It was my mum..." his words open a wide pit in my stomach.

"When the dementors swooped down?"

"Yeah, that's why no one could hear it. It was my darkest memory."

"I'm so sorry, H."

"It's nothing new. Literally."

"You know why I hate and love Halloween, Harry?"

"No."

"It reminds me of the last time our lives were normal," my voice cracks, "I lost my father. You lost your parents. Remus lost everyone but me and Mum. Peter Pettigrew, well, possibly dead."

"I wouldn't say our lives have ever been normal."

"We weren't born to be normal or get happy endings, it seems."

We laugh together.

"Hey. I'll catch you tomorrow. I forgot to write the werewolf paper and a couple others."

"See you."

I make my way to the Slytherin common room, sitting in a corner sofa chair that still managed to get the heat from the fire.

"Do you really fancy Harry Potter?" Theo whispered.

"Don't know what you are talking about, dear Theo."

"Give up the act. Seriously. I'm not going to tell anyone."

"Yes, ok, but we have a truce. One I'm not going to break. We are not getting together. Not now, not ever."

"You gave up way too easily on that."

"I can't. I can't be with him. It will ruin everything for me."

"Whatever. See you tomorrow, cherry."

I actually slept, waking up later than usual. I walk down to the Great Hall, groggy and rubbing at my eyes. No makeup at all. I honestly might look awful.

I sat down in between Harry and Ginny, resting my forehead on the wooden table. I could tell the Gryffindors were looking at each other and at my state.

"You ok?" Ron breaks the silence.

"I want to die," I mumble my arm.

"So, not ok. What's wrong?" Ginny asks.

I held up my pinky, thumb, and then turn it down. It was something Ginny and I made up once we had both got our periods. We didn't want to share it so openly in front of everyone.

"Yeah, I wouldn't piss her off today," Ginny ends up saying.

"Wait, what? What does that mean?" Hermione asks.

"Can I tell her?" Ginny asks. I nod in response.

I can hear the light whispering although it wasn't clear.

"Oh, yeah, we will not piss her off, right?"

"Well, I can't guarantee-" Harry starts, cockily.

"Right?"

"We won't piss her off," the boys say.

I raise my head, grabbing a couple pork sausages. I eat one at a time off the fork.

"Oooo... Oooo... Dementor! Dementor!" Draco yells.

"Piss off, Draco!" I scream.

He wasn't scared. He waltzed right up to me with a smug smile.

"Sorry, but I don't remember you becoming Potter's security."

"Oh, I'm not his security, but I can sure fuck you up."

I throw my fork down, starting to take my robe off.

"Should've warned him not to piss her off," Dean says to Ginny.

I roll the long sleeve button up sleeves up, metal clad fingers getting into punching position.

"Come on. Don't be a pussy, Malfoy."

"Come on, Crabbe and Goyle. We are done here."

"Have a lovely fucking day!"

The hall was staring at me, foul language being heard by everyone.

"Five points from Slytherin!" I hear from the front table.

"Oh, fuck off," I whisper as I sat back down.

"Potions?" Hermione asks to take away the focus.

"Yeah."

I grab my bag, walking next to Harry as Ron and Hermione bicker ahead.

Draco kept making dementor jokes throughout potions, causing me to lose Slytherin twenty points... all in one class period.

"I warned you not to mess with me today," I whisper.

"What's wrong with you today? I don't remember you getting like this since like this summer when I ate the last treacle tart. Oh, I get it now," Ron rambles.

"Good. You still have a grain then."

"Wait, what am I missing?" Harry asks.

"She's having her special week," Ron confidently says.

"Mine is not a week, but if it makes me get the special treatment for a week, I'll take it."

"I'm still lost," Harry says.

"My period, Harry. Like when girls bleed out of their vaginas?"

"That happens to girls?"

"Oh God, if only I had your innocence."

"I think ignorance would work better."

"He's not a girl, which is why I used the nicer description, but ignorance is bliss, huh?"

"Mione, please see who's in there. If it's Snape, I'm skiving off."

"Oh, please, don't be overdramatic.

"It's okay!" she yells back at us.

"Uncle Moony! So nice of you to join us after your illness catastrophe."

"Oh, gee, Avalon. I am so happy to see you," Remus speak monotonously.

"Always so enthusiastic. Might as well put on some Whitney Houston or even sing the national anthem in this class. God save our Queen!"

Everyone starts to complain about how Snape could assign us homework even though Lupin was gone for a day.

"Dear, Sir Lupin. Wait, you're not a sir... yet. Dear Professor Remus John Lupin, thank you so much for allowing the beautiful wonderful Snivellus, I mean Professor Snape, give us homework about werewolves. Love, Avalon Nova Black."

"Can't believe you remembered your middle name. Well, did anyone mention to Professor Snape we haven't covered them."

"Hermione screamed and yelled and he just yelled right back at her. I stood up and left. Can't say I can complain like everyone else. I did three rolls by accident. Got carried away."

Everyone else started yelling, trying to insert their attempts to the situation as well.

"It's ok. I'll speak to Snape, and you don't have to do the essay."

"Guess I'll just get this book published."

"But I already finished it," Hermione whines.

He carries on with Hinkypunks, and I don't call creatures ugly often, but this one had me crying behind my robes. The lesson ends shortly, the bell ringing.

"Wait, Harry. I'd like a word."

That's enough for me to turn right back around and give the biggest grin ever.

"Sorry I couldn't make it to the match, and I heard about your broomstick. Is there any chance of fixing it? Avalon, do not speak a word."

"No, the tree smashed it to bits."

Moony sighs.

"The Whomping Willow was planted when I came to Hogwarts. People would play a game and a boy, Davey Gudgeon, almost lost an eye. We were forbidden from it that moment on. No broomstick would have survived."

"Heard about the dementors then?" Harry asks.

Remus' eyes flicker to mine then back to Harry's.

"Yes, I did. Never seen Dumbledore that angry. They had been growing restless at his denial of them on the grounds. They were the reason you fell, yeah?"

"Yes, but why do they affect me like that?"

"Avalon please leave."

"No wait. I want her here."

Remus looks between confused. I point at my watch, specifically the number four.

"Ok, look at me Harry. You are not weak. The dementors affect you worst because of your past horrors."

Sun came in, highlighting the smile lines and few grays that contrast in his blonde hair. I wish I could take a picture of this.

"Dementors are the foulest creatures. They drain you of all hope and happiness. Even muggles can feel them. If you get too close, it will feed off of every happy memory. There's nothing to be ashamed of, Harry."

"When they get near me, I can hear Voldemort murdering my mum."

Remus could feel this hit him in the gut, I could tell. I get worried, seeing the two men pale.

"Why did they even come to the match?" Harry asked bitterly.

I turn away from the pair, leaning against the desk. I gulp, nervously. I can't be interrogated right now. I might throw up, or I might break. I turn back to them after a deep breath.

"They're getting hungry. Hungry for a soul. Dumbledore won't let them in the school, so their human prey has decreased. They couldn't resist."

Did I get Harry injured? No. No! Sirius should have never moved that close. They could sense him. I could tell.

"Azkaban must be terrible," Harry muttered while Lupin grimly agreed.

Tears started prickling my eyes. Stupid period's got me acting out of wack.

"Its a fortress in the middle of the ocean, but the surroundings aren't what keep those prisoners in... It's their own minds."

Lupin catches his falling briefcase, making my frantic eyes shift more.

"But Sirius Black, he got away."

"Yes. Black must have fought them off somehow. Dementors are supposed to take care of the magic aspect though."

"Can we change the subject?" I whisper choking on my own saliva.

"Yeah, you fought the dementor on the train, Professor."

So odd hearing James Potter's child calling Remus Lupin professor.

"Well, of course there are ways to fight one off, but that's just it. I only fought off one. The more there are the harder it is to fight them off."

"Can you teach me?"

"Oh, me too!"

"Harry, I'm not an expert at fighting off dementors."

"But if they come back to a quidditch game, I want to fight-"

"Ok, next term. I have a lot to do. I seem to always fall ill at the wrong moments."

"See you, Professor!" Harry calls.

Harry looks at me, as if questioning me. I start walking, but I hear the tone.

"Avalon, you stay. Right now."

Shit.

"What's wrong, Moons?"

"Are you ok? I think I saw your past lives flash before your eyes."

"They make me feel like I'm drowning, Remus."

I look up at the ceiling, avoiding all possible eye contact.

"Well, you almost drowned when you were three."

My head whips to him, eyebrows furrowed. My eyes shift from eye to eye on his face. No tells.

"What happened?"

"You were swimming in a lake by Guildford. It was the first time I had gone back to see you in a year. You were a good swimmer, but you got stuck to something. I don't remember what, but you coughed up so much water. I was surprised we didn't have to do CPR."

I sat down on a table, eyes tearing up. The tears go down my cheeks and onto my clothes.

"I can't explain right now. Soon. Ok? I just I need air. Love you, Remus."

"Love you too. See you."

I go into the corridor, stumbling to the emptiest part of the school. I grabbed what was supposed to be for father and put it between my lips.

I snapped my fingers and let the smoke flood my lungs. My eyes almost instantly got lazy. My body numbed with the smoke. My breathing went back to normal. I threw the butt out of the window once I was done.

I put some gum in my mouth to rinse the smell from it. I promised myself it would be a one time thing, but what was once in a while became once a week.

Talk and excitement of Christmas came quickly as snow laid thick on the Scottish countryside. We all decided to stay here for Harry.

I liked Christmas at Hogwarts better. Plus, Remus and Sirius would be here. I can alternate Marauders with no suspicion.

The Hogsmeade trip was today, and Harry was not in the slightest excited.

"I told you I would stay with you!" I yell over a coffee.

"No. I don't want you stay just for me."

"But I will."

"Aw, look at the married couple," Fred and George joke.

"I swear," I lunge forward, causing the hot coffee to run down my hand, "Shit!"

I clean my hand with a napkin, skin blistered a bit.

"Maybe you should go get that checked," Ron says.

"No! No. Whatever. I'll see you lot."

The chains around my neck clink as I make my way to the entrance of Hogsmeade. My leather pants and a brown YSL men's v neck sweater warm my body. I look around heading near the Shrieking Shack's patch of forest.

I light up a cigarette, blowing out in a straight line that disintegrated into a cloud. I felt my muscles relax a bit, slowly making my way to the end of the stick.

I start leaving when I see Hermione and Ron talking to air. How did Harry manage to get here? The fucking map. Shit! Wonder if he'll ask if Moony and Mooney are the same person. They are, just one has a typo. I blame Pads for that.

I see them enter the Three Broomsticks, making me rush over through the side entrance. I sit at the opposite side as them, not wanting to interrupt them.

That's when I see Fudge walk in with McGonagall, Flitwick, and Hagrid.

I try listening in on the conversation. I move slightly closer and out of view from both parties. Rosmerta shockingly joins the group of teachers and Minister.

My anxiety was starting to rise although the nicotine still in my system kind of numbs it.

"What brings you here, Minister?" Rosmerta starts.

"Why, Sirius Black of course. I dare say that you haven't heard about what happened at the school? On Halloween at that?"

I gulp, feeling myself start choking. Out of what? I'm not sure yet.

"I heard a rumor."

"Tell everyone, did you Hagrid?" McGonagall snaps.

"Think Black's still here?" Rosmerta asks.

"Oh, I'm sure of it!" the Minister lightly yells.

"The dementors are still here. They searched twice. It's bad for business."

"Rosmerta, dear, I hate them too, but they are a necessary precaution and Dumbledore won't let them inside the grounds."

"I would think not! How can we teach with those absolute foul horrors floating around," McGonagall snaps.

"Hear, Hear!" Flitwick yells.

"We need them. We all know what Black is capable of."

I thought I would be sick. I grip onto the back of my chair.

"I can hardly believe it. Of all people to go the dark side, Sirius Black? The last I would think of. If you had told that when he was a boy here at Hogwarts, I'd think you had way too much mead."

"He did worse Rosmerta. It's not widely known."

"The worst? Worse than murdering those innocent people?"

"Yes."

"How can it get worst?"

"Well, you remember him, which mean you remember his best friend?"McGonagall tried whispering.

"Of course. Those two were inseparable. They were such a double act, they were."

"Such a pair of trouble makers. Ringleaders of that gang they had. Both were exceptionally bright, although they didn't show it very often. I don't think we've ever had trouble makers like them."

"Fred and George Weasley could take them on in a battle though, those two."

"You'd have thought Potter and Black were brothers. They were that inseparable."

Yeah, because when Walburga abused the shit out of my father, the Potters took him in and made him one of them.

"Of course they were! It didn't change after school either. Black was Potter's best man. Potter was Black's. Merlin, I feel bad for his wife and daughter. I couldn't imagine. Black is Harry's godfather. I heard James made Black choose Remus for the girl's godfather because James was hoping Black would have another. He wanted them to take turns. Harry has no clue about this. It would torment him."

Shut up. Shut up! Shut up!

"Because Sirius turned to You-Know-Who?"

"The Potters knew they were being watched. Went into hiding. Although, Dumbledore knew they would need incredible wards and protection charms. He suggested the Fidelius Charm."

"And how does that one work?"

"An immensely complex spell-"

I start getting sicker, not wanting to hear all of this. The feeling was back. The choking and gasping. I lightly itch my neck with nerves.

They all suspected each other. Except for Peter. They were all against each other. The Order rotted their friendship slowly, even if Harry and I were the reason they stayed.

"I saw him!" growled Hagrid. "I musta bin the last ter see him! Right before he killed all them poor people! It was me who saw Harry in Lily an' James's house! Jus' got him outta the ruins, that that poor gashed scar in his head... an' Sirius Black turns up, on that flyin' motorbike he used ter ride. I never thought about his intentions. I didn' know he'd bin Lily an' James's Secret-Keeper. Thought he'd jus' heard the news o' You-Know- Who's attack an' come ter see what he could do. White an' shakin'. I comforted the murderous traitor!" Hagrid growled.

I shake my head, the scratching at my throat becomes more intense. I was truly drowning in my own emotions.

"Hagrid! Quiet!" McGonagall yells at him.

I stand up, going out of side door, throwing up behind the Three Broomsticks. I wipe at my mouth, looking down at the floor.

Water. It had to be. Nothing could be that clear.

I back up away from the clear spot, confused. I stare in horror, when I run into a pole. I grab at my head in pain.

Too much. Too much. Too much. I can't do it on my own. I can't do this anymore.

I scream out in frustration, collapsing on the ground. I don't remember how I ended up there, but here I was in the Shrieking Shack. Sirius was above me, dabbing my head with a wet cloth.

"What-"

"Sh... Don't stress. I dragged you here. You threw up and passed out."

"They were accusing you of vile things, Daddy. I wanted to scream, 'You really think a man who only drinks his tea if it's steeped properly really a murderer.'"

"Hey! I like my tea decadent, thank you very much. Don't you think I know what they say. I betrayed the Potters. Joined Voldemort. I didn't do anything. Peter, on the other hand, has hell coming for him whether it's from me or the man he worships."

"I threw up water," I whisper.

He looks at me oddly. He stares at me, thinking hard.

"What do you mean you threw up water?"

"I felt like I was choking, and next thing I knew, water was coming out of my coughs, giving the sensation of throwing up."

"Do you think you psych yourself out with the drowning thing? Absentmindedly conjure water on your body."

"Maybe."

"Well, you'd better get back to Harry. Convince him you hate me, and make it more believable."

I change into a robin, swooping into an empty part of the castle before turning back to normal. I saw him in the Great Hall, a glazed look over his face. I walk up to the table, but I'm met with glares from Ron and Hermione.

"Please. I didn't-"

"Save it. I can't believe I trusted you," Hermione says.

"I didn't- I don't have anything to do with him..."

Ron gives me a stern look.

"Harry?" I whisper.

My eyes were flickering everywhere between the three. Those green eyes though. They broke my heart that day.

"Get away from me, freak," he whispers.

"Please!" I beg.

"Did you know he was trying to kill me?" he asks me.

"I don't think he wants to kill you. Please you have to believe me!"

"Get away!"

"I can't believe I ever fancied you, Harry Potter."

I walk away, tears streaming down my cheeks. I technically ran out like a bat from hell, running into the arms of Remus. From one marauder to another, I cannot get enough advice anymore.

"Please! You believe me, right? I didn't do this. I'm not apart of this. This isn't my fault. I never meant for it to happen from the very beginning. Hell, I probably was barely an egg in my mother's ovaries."

"What's wrong?"

"Harry hates me, and it's all my fault. I should've told him."

"Does this have to do with Sirius?"

"It has everything to do with him."

"What happened?"

"At the Three Broomsticks, the Minister and a couple teachers were talking shit about Padfoot. Do you know how exhausting it gets hearing it everywhere you go? The looks, the accusations. I'm fucking fourteen! How can I be a fucking mastermind who went to the middle of the North Sea and picked up my father in-what? A taxi?"

"Harry was there?"

"I think Fred and George gave him the map..."

"No. He can't have the map."

"Well it's not yours anymore. They can do whatever the hell they want with it! I can't believe I ever fancied him. Want to know what he called me? A freak. I don't care if it was just out of anger and betrayal. We all speak what we want to say when we are angry."

"You know that map could get your father captured, right?"

Remus looks nervous, fiddling with his fingers. He doesn't think Sirius did it. He only has the proof he did, but deep down, he knows Sirius would never do this to him or the Potters.

"I know, which is why Harry should have it to avoid him at all costs."

Remus' eye twitches. It hurts him to think about Padfoot this way. Just like Madam Rosmerta, he knows that skinny little boy that played every boy and girl in this school in the seventies would never have the capability to kill him best friend and betray his first love. At least, I think he was his first love.

I start sobbing out of nowhere, Remus pulling me in, awkwardly at first. He's been here before; I can feel it. I just revel in his comfort until I can actually breathe.

"Cigarette?" I ask.

"No, I quit, and you should be smoking either."

"Fine, I won't."

I became a recluse. I would go to the kitchens to get food. I would sit in a tree over the Black Lake, hoping I wouldn't fall yet it doesn't seem too bad than the metaphorical drowning I was feeling.

Now, I'm stuck here for Christmas, but Remus and Sirius both need someone to be there with them. I can't let them have another lonely Christmas.

I lay down on the ground in the deserted part of the school, cigarette between my lips. I had tears down my eyes again. I just want Sirius Black's name to be cleared. It's not like Voldemort can be his witness and say "Merlin, don't know him, but I knew his brother."

I head to the library, in search of a yearbook. I need to see Regulus. I need to see him in his strict, handsome glory. I need to see what makes him and my father different: what makes me like him.

I don't bother to cover the cigarette scent magically. I just spray on my Dune perfume and hope the amber smell covers it up. I head to the library, alone and encased in silence. I make my way to the yearbooks, pulling a '76 yearbook. I did the math, and I believe he should have still been in school.

Oh, I get it.

A cold smirk was painted on his face as it turns back to a stern face. I mean if I didn't have red hair, we could be twins. The cold distant eyes and everything.

I put the book back up, heading out of the library.

"We could play chess or Gobstones! Percy left a set-"

"No, let's visit Hagrid."

Turning back around. Turning back around.

"Hey, Black! How come you never fucking told me what your father did?" asks the voice I've been avoiding.

I turn around, biting the inside of my cheek.

"I- I couldn't. I just couldn't."

"Sure. Couldn't or wouldn't?"

"Harry, you have to believe me."

"Well, I don't."

I'm left standing like an idiot as the trio walks away, making their way to Hagrid's hut. I start heading down to the dungeons to the empty potions classroom. I clip my hair up as I turn on the heat to my cauldron.

I was just making a blemish blitzer for now, which was incredibly amateur, but I needed it. I start another cauldron that I find hidden in a cupboard, staring an elixir of euphoria. I don't care if it's artificial; I want it.

I turn on my record player when I went back up to my room, alone at last. The record player has a mind of its own and is enchanted which is the reason it works so well at Hogwarts.

"This is ground control to Major Tom!" I yell, whipping my red hair around.

The cut Pads gave me has already grown out a bunch, leaving me with the same length as before.

I find a bottle of sherry in one of the girls side tables. I left a couple galleons in there to make up for it. The album changed on its own. I go out to the common room, alcohol now in a goblet.

"When I get older, losing my hair. Many years from now. God, I don't think I'll make it to sixty four."

"Now, don't say that, Love," I hear behind me.

I grab my wand, turning around. I look at the older boy, who towers over me.

"Oh, Adrian. Sorry, I just got scared. Why are you here? I thought you were going home."

"I am. Just tomorrow. Mum's gonna aparate me home tomorrow from Hogsmeade. I had some school work to make up before going," he informs.

"Oh. Well, you want some sherry?" I ask.

"Are you listening to muggle music?"

Two goblets of sherry around a fire. I don't hate all Slytherins. Most are just ok. It's one's with Death Eater parents that usually end up being on my bad side. Except Theo.

"Yes. Muggle music is better than wizard music anyways."

"I usually would disagree, but this song is not too bad."

"It's Strawberry Fields Forever by The Beatles. They are beyond iconic in the muggle world."

"Sure. Thanks for the sherry, but I'm slightly drunk and still have work."

"Bye, Pucey."

I drag my drunken body back to the empty potions classroom.

"You know this classroom is actually quite more aesthetically pleasing than the other," I speak to myself.

I bottle up my potions, taking the blitzer instantly. The acne I had faded away until my skin was clear again. I save the Elixir of Euphoria for another day.

"They are killing Buckbeak," Harry says, coming into the classroom.

I jump, eyes wide. I hope he can't tell that I've had three goblets of sherry.

"Wait, what?" I ask, snapping out of my daze.

"They are set to execute Buckbeak, probably. The trial is April 20th, but we'll you know how Malfoy's father is," Ron says.

"That slimy son of a bitch."

The trio looks at each other, making me burst out laughing.

"Sorry. Not funny at all. You three are just so funny."

They look at each again.

"You've been drinking," Hermione suggests.

"Only a little. With Adrian Pucey, although I technically stole it from a roommate."

"Maybe you should eat something," Ron suggests.

"Nah, I'm good, but I'll see you lot, well, whenever you decide to actually speak to me."

Christmas morning was uneventful as I was alone. Mum had got me a Vivienne Westwood pearl choker, Sirius got me a Nirvana vinyl, and Mrs. Weasley's annual sweater.

"Merry Christmas, Moony," I tell the man who actually had a smile.

"Merry Christmas, Avalon," he says back.

"I hope you like my gift."

I pass him the box that I painted moons on. I grin at his reaction to moons: an eye roll.

A wolf head on a ring. It was a small wolf head. I realize this may offend him, but I think him being a wolf is what sets him apart, although quite the horror on his body.

"Look I know you hate that you're a werewolf, but you don't scare me. Not in any form. I don't see you as a monster in any form. Rings are beautiful, and I hope it's a reminder to you that being a werewolf is not an ugly secret."

"You always seem to have a way with words, huh?"

"I know. I'm amazing that way."

"I got you a lipstick with the help of your mom called 'The Red Robin.' It's so you."

The wine red color makes me gasp.

"Holy shit! Thank you so much!"

"Well, what else do you have planned?"

"Breakfast and lunch with you. I know you start really feeling the symptoms today, and although I see you aren't in agony yet, I still believe you need to eat something while you can."

I took out food from my bag that managed to stay hot and in form on my trip up here. I brought him a coffee and pumpkin juice with a traditional english breakfast except I brought him fresh roast ham instead of sausage.

"Where's your food?"

"Oh, I'm not that hungry. I have my coffee, and honestly, it keeps me full until lunch."

The door slams open to the onlooker to see me and Remus.

"Why, Snivellus, you can't have missed us that much," I tease.

"No, Miss Black. I am responsible of your whereabouts since you are the one with the crazy father and the only Slytherin annoyingly staying over break and yet avoiding the reason she stayed!"

"Ok I can't deny that part. You are correct. Why do you look like Professor Trelawney just gave you a crystal ball reading?"

"Because she keeps talking about how Professor Lupin ran away from her crystal ball reading, and then, Professor McGonagall- I don't have to explain myself to you two. I bet you got Black to send Potter that Firebolt."

"Wait, he got a bloody Firebolt?" Remus and I ask simultaneously.

"It's all those Gryffindors can speak about."

"I'll see you sometime, Moony. I'm running to the Great Hall."

I dash out of the door to the Great Hall just to see Hermione walking with McGonagall out of the Great Hall. Oh, he is definitely getting that broom confiscated.

I decide this would be a great opportunity to finally ride my broom. Yes, I do have a broom in the school. Yes, it's only because I'm a replacement player, which I've never had to fill in for.

I get outside only being able to fly for about thirty minutes until I was grounded, quite literally, by Snape.

"What did I tell you about leaving the confines on this school, Black?"

"Don't do it while my mad father is on the loose."

"Exactly. Now, you will not be leaving this school for the rest of break."

"Rest of break?"

"Yes. I'll se you later, Miss Black."

I swear to God I could rip his throat out right now. I go inside, running to the kitchens. I eat a bagel with cream cheese, then head out to give Sirius the best meal he's probably had in twelve years.

I change into a robin, no one to witness this transformation. I fly, diving down by the brook, where an excited Sirius Black sat on a ledge.

"Yay! My beautiful sweet daughter, I present to you: My gift," he dramatically says.

"This is your leather jacket," I say at the leather garment in my hand.

"No, it's a separate one. Your very own."

"For real? My own?"

This had to be one of the best gifts ever. The clanking of the buckles. The raw sheer black leather glory.

"Thank you so much. Now, I have some regretful news to inform you on."

"Oh do you? Have I been caught?"

He raises his hands in the air in surrender.

"Not funny. No, Hermione told McGonagall about the Firebolt. You probably had to do with the conversation."

"Damn Hermione. How could she? I didn't even send it! Your mother did."

"Oh, maybe we should hide the wrapping paper and bows Mum gave me. Also, eat up, buttercup."

I pass him the plate. His eyes go wide as saucers.

"Thank fuck for Hogwarts elves cooking this delicious, tasty meal."

The man ravenously finishes the meal, staring up at me.

"Do I get a gift?"

"Oh, don't satisfy yourself, but of course, I did. I got you a Cartier mens bracelet that I casually learned how to add 'beater' to, but it seems I didn't think this through because you will definitely lose it."

"I would fight you, but you are correct."

"You crazy Scorpio."

I spent the rest of break alternating between my two marauders and occasionally chasing after another. The break was actually quite lonely in my opinion.