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a/n: lol you're either going to hate or love Freya by the end of this shitty chapter.

The small vial seemed to gleam tauntingly down on them from between Professor Slughorn's pudgy thumb and index finger. Upon hearing what the potion did that sat between the surrounding of glass withholding it, she, along with the rest of her peers, immediately grasped onto Slughorn's every word.

"Now," he paused, obviously enjoying every second of attention he was receiving, "This vial holds precisely three hours worth of Felix Felicis, as I mentioned it earlier to be otherwise known as liquid luck, and it will be rewarded to whichever one of you can produce a successful brewery of Draught of Living Death, the key word being successful."

Freya found herself longing for the small drops of liquid prize. Although the chances of her actually recovering it were small, between Lily and Severus, but she developed a halfway decent concoction.

Her mixing spoon swept through the smooth liquid twice clockwise, just as the instructions read, and she was just about to add the sloth brain when Severus Snape announced his potion to be finished.

Sure enough, two minutes later, the entire class stood around the table as the Slytherin boy was allowed access to the vial of pure luck. Freya forced her hands to join once together in a pitiful excuse for a clap before packing her things with a scowl across her face.

The class was soon dismissed and on the way out, a snide comment directed by Sirius sounded from behind Remus, "Hey, Snivellus, gonna use the potion while showering tonight? Any hopes of ridding yourself of your greasiness?"

When Remus turned he was surprised to see the quiet, dark haired boy standing relatively close behind him. Their eyes connected for just a moments time and Remus knew the boy wanted something.

It was hard, but he managed to shake off Peter who insisted on explaining the newest addition to chocolate frog cards' to him, and soon found himself alone with the exception of one other in the abandoned hallway of the castle.

"I'll make this quick," stated Severus as his hand reached into his cloak pocket. Remus subconsciously tightened his grip around his wand, which the other boy noticed and responded with a quick look before pulling the vial of Felix Felicis from within the cloth. Something else was clamped between his hand as if his life depended on it — a small, carefully folded sheet of spotless white parchment.

"I will give you this," he held the tiny bottle into the light as if she could not realize it's true powers if he did not, "If you, in return, deliver this letter to Lily."

"Why don't you just drink the —" Remus bit his lip painfully to stop the spill of words, why would he give him ideas when he was about to give him what he longed for?

"Why don't I just drink the potion and deliver the letter to Lily myself? I've tried. I brewed it over summer, didn't work a bit. She still told me to piss off."

His fingers ran through his messy hair before one hand outstretched to take both the letter and vial, but Severus yanked the fingers holding the potion away quickly.

"Fine," Remus hissed while snatching the letter and sliding it into his cloak pocket, "How do I know I can trust you? For all I know, you won't give the potion to me after I deliver this."

"You can't, not yet," he responded blandly, "Guess this'll be when you discover if you can or not."

Needless to say, Remus delivered the apologetic message to Lily that night in the common room. The redhead acted as if it meant nothing to her when she tossed it into the embers of the slowly dying fire, but he easily saw the way the girl's green eyes swept across the page at least ten times.

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When Remus left the Gryffindor common room the following morning, three hours of liquid luck pumped through his veins. He felt light on his feet. He felt as if the day was created solely for him to conquer.

Remus doubted, though, that the elixir is what helped him spot Freya in the crowds on his way to the Great Hall. He knew he didn't need a potion to be able to pick Freya's figure out from a crowd.

"Freya?" Remus called out to her as he followed the girl down the twisting corridors.

"What?" She turned and met him halfway. Any frustration that she had formed for him had disappeared long disappeared. It had been a week since the Marauders Map incident. Besides, the anxious feeling rising in her throat centered around her date with Sirius today. That was more than enough for Freya to focus on.

"Why do you fancy him?" The words spilled from his mouth desperately as if knowing would heal the part of his soul that longed for her. As if knowing would extinguish the fire that raged inside him for her.

All he had really wanted to do with his free day was curl up in bed before the upcoming full moon that was due to come in a couple of nights, but yet here he was — trying to convince the love of his life not to go on a date with his best mate. However lucky the potion, it did not numb he effects proceeding his transformation.

"I don't know," she sighed, a small smile appearing across her red lips, "It seems silly. He just makes me laugh."

"That's all you can come up with, Frey?" Remus asked. He internally hoped the answer was yes.

"I know you don't approve Remus," she sighed.

"I'm only saying," Remus began, "I mean, he had someone in our dormitory just the other night. He has a track record. He's my best friend, but it's undeniable."

"I know that!" She exclaimed angrily, "And besides, I don't see why it matters so much to you!"

"Because," he said with desperation behind his eyes. He was tired of longing, "Because Freya. What if there's more?"

"Can I not figure that out on my own? I mean, come on, Remus," she interrupted. "This is unfair to me. You're usually my biggest supporter. Sirius and I are two of your closest friends. I should think you would be happy for us."

Remus grew quiet. Maybe it was the potion, but the words felt stuck in his throat. He watched as Freya gave him one last confused glance before walking the opposite way of the Hall entirely.

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The glove on her right had long since been taken off and its replacement was the warm, calloused hand of Sirius Black. Students, shoppers and teachers filed past the couple to wherever their destination was. The shuffling sound of her date's heavy black boots mixed in with the laughter of her fellow classmates.

It was truly odd how the moment she'd dreamed of since fifth year had finally come as normally as any other day would.

Freya turned to the raven haired boy as the faint outline of Hogsmeade turned slowly into a town full of lively people, "Where to first?"

Her brain automatically hoped for his response to be "Tones and Scrolls." There she could scavenge the cluttered shelves for hours to find the right novel.

Remus would have already known that this was where she wanted to go, and he would've enthusiastically agreed on her decision.

She even dared to wish him to say "Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop," but who could blame her; Sirius had been looking extremely handsome that day with the collar of his jacket pulled up and his nose wrinkling every time the wind blew his hair in his face. The tea shop was also a well-known spot to get cozy with your companion. She'd been there one other time with a seventh year Gryffindor in her fifth year. Things had gotten out of hand when his hand had reached a little too far up. Needless to say, he got a punch in the nose from both her and Remus.

"I was thinking Three Broomsticks, and definitely Honeydukes. I promised Prongs I'd meet him there —"

In all the times that Remus had told her about a date that he'd been on, he had never once mentioned meeting any of his friends during them.

" — We're looking for a good candy to poison Snivellus with," Sirius responded excitedly.

"You're really going to do that after the incident following our O.W.L.S last year?" She frowned, remembering how upset Lily had been for months.

"Lily will be alright," Sirius stated lightly before sending a dazzling grin in her direction, "Is it okay with you if we stop at Honeydukes?"

No, said her brain.

"Yes," said her mouth.

Sirius wrapped an arm smoothly around her waist, "Great."

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After they met a just-as-equally-eager James and bought tons of candy to inject with a potion from Zonko's that made your ears turn purple, they were finally able to head to the Three Broomsticks.

"And you?" the waiter said to Sirius after taking Freya's order of a butterbeer.

"Yeah, a firewhiskey," he responded casually.

"You're a minor," the man said in an unimpressed voice, "Gotta have an adult with you, kid."

Despite her date's best efforts, the man held his high morals. Needless to say, she found herself seated in a dingy bar called the Hogshead less than ten minutes later with a pleased looking Sirius in front of her. This was due to the fact that two large glasses of alcohol were placed on the dusty table top between them.

Remus would've taken his date to Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop.

Sirius took a sip before sending a playful smirk in her direction, "This is actually an ideal spot to bring your date." Freya genuinely laughed as a man was ripped from his seat and thrown out the door of the bar after tossing a whiskey bottle on the floor forcefully.

Their conversation consisted of the plan to prank Severus, their mutual friends and Quidditch. It was easy to talk to Sirius. The two had been friends for quite some time after all, and they found themself in the same two seats for well over two hours. The problem was, they were talking like they always did, as if they were nothing but friends.

Her date's hand found its way to her golden locks and twirled one around his finger with the same smirk on his face, "You look nice, Freya."

"Thanks," she whispered, cheeks turning a rosy color and not because of the cold wind they'd walked through earlier.

The next thing that happened was a complete blur of lips against lips and hands running through hair. It was nothing like the fairytale dream kisses that she had imagined in fifth year starring herself and Sirius, who was a great kisser obviously, but not as dreamy as she'd fantasized. Was something missing?

Their lips parted, and Sirius smiled at her. Freya smiled back. She decided her nerves were making the moment less magical.

"So," Sirius gazed at her from across the table. "Is there anything I don't know about you, Frey?"

"Like what?"

"Well," Sirius pondered, "Oh I know. I've always wondered what you and Remus do in Hogsmeade when James and I stay behind to work on pranks."

The blonde girl shook her head, "So hardworking."

"You know it's so much easier to work on the bigger pranks when Hogswarts is deserted. Peeves still pries though, of course. We've grown to think that's inevitable. Maybe we should indict him into the Mauraders," he laughed. "Anyways, what do you lot do those days without James and my entertainment following you around?"

A lot of times, Sirius's first instinct was to mention his friends. He had never had a true family until he met James. It was easy for him to talk about them for hours. Luckily, this question was easy for Freya too. First date questions usually filled Freya with dread, but talking about Remus came easy.

"Well, sometimes Lily comes with us. Those days are usually book club days. She's come with us a lot more now that she and Severus aren't friends. I think for awhile she tried to make that work for old time's sake, but she cut it off now. Thank Merlin for that, by the way.. But if it's just Remus and I.. Well, it depends, really. Sometimes we go to Madam Puddifoot's and try to guess which couples have shagged, or we just to rank the best flavors of tea. One time he took me to the Shrieking Shack and—"

"What? The Shrieking Shack?" Sirius interrupted with furrowed brows. He had grinned at the shagging couples suggestion, respectfully nodded at the tea ranking hobby, but the Shack stopped him in his tracks for some reason.

"Yes...." Freya said slowly, studying his face. "He wanted to prove to me that it wasn't haunted. We explored for awhile. Nobody goes in there. We even had a picnic. I should think you and James had ventured in there thousand of times by now?"

Sirius Black did not personally know much about being in love, but it was at that very moment that the realization of a century was delivered personally to him. It was as if Remus himself had whispered the secret within the walls of Sirius's skull. Remus Lupin loved Freya. The Black descendant never imagined that anyone in the entire world could make such a dark and tormented place comfortable for Remus. That is, comfortable enough for him to want to visit without the weight of a full moon intruding over a night sky.

The quietness that rose over the table while Sirius came to his own realizations gave Freya time to come to her own. Her mind darted back towards their kiss. Why didn't it feel as if she thought it would this whole time? Sirius treated her with respect and regard, but had only begun fancying her after she changed her appearance for him. Did she really want to continue acting as someone else to impress a pretty boy?

Remus's words echoed through her brain: Because Freya, what if there's more?"

"I think I've just realized something," Freya whispered as her chair scratched against the rotting wooden planks of the bar. Neither student noticed the bartender staring over at them while polishing a glass mug, half interested and half bored.

"Are you okay, Freya?"

Remus's words swirled like forbidden truths through her mind: Because Freya, what if there's more?

All this time she had spent chasing after the boy in front of her seemed to reveal itself to be the biggest waste of precious seconds.

"You!" She pointed at him with a frown that held a striking amount of accusation behind it. To be fair, she did not intend to be so confrontational.

Her date now seemed to be equally confused, his eyebrows furrowed and the playful smirk that tended to regularly be displayed faded, "Yes?"

"You," she repeated again, Sirius opened his mouth the speak, but she cut him off, "You rejected me last year, what's the sudden change of heart?"

"Well, you changed a lot over summer," Sirius began, flinching under Freya's harsh glare.

"Oh, do go on," she grumbled.

"Well I — c'mon, Freya. Give me a break!"

Freya's cheeks flushed cherry red.

Sirius, meanwhile, appeared absolutely flabbergasted, probably never experiencing such events on a date before. Freya temporarily relished the fact that she was the one to make Sirius Black at a loss for words.

"Freya? Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?"

"Why? Why would I change myself for a guy? Remus was right."

Ridiculous as she knew she was being, the uncanny thoughts echoing through her mind irked her to no end. She knew nothing about her true self. Were sunflower seeds still her favorite food? She hadn't eaten them for so long in fear of them getting stuck between her teeth in front of Sirius. The few simple questions seemed to drive her insane.

"Are you quite alright?" Sirius asked, voice full of confusion and genuine concern.

Despite his rebellious appearance, Sirius Black couldn't hide his caring nature, especially for a girl he had been close friends with for years.

"I —" she paused, realizing that it wasn't the boy's fault for being so bloody attractive and infatuating her for years, "Yes, now I am. Sorry Sirius, nothing against you, but I've got to go."

And she did just that. After giving her friend a quick peck on the cheek, Freya walked from the pub, past the warm and inviting shops and straight towards Hogwarts.

She found the exact person she needed napping in the boy's dormitory of the Gryffindor Common Room.

"I wasted half my time on him!" She exclaimed, tossing her gloves carelessly onto Peter's bed and landing with a thump next to Remus.

Remus groaned in exhaustion and was surprised to see upon opening his eyes that the blonde had a small smile across her face.

"Do I even need to ask why you're so happy?"

"I just realized that a crush isn't something to ignore the rest of life for," she giggled, slightly worrying the boy, "I must sound crazy."

Something inside him clicked at these words and fueled his desire to kiss her.

Freya continued, "I really just want to rediscover myself. Everything I've lost in myself for others.. I want to find that me again. Is that totally cliché?"

So the potion had proved successful. Was this his moment to tell her how he truly felt all these years?

"Totally not cliché," Remus smiled with hope, "I think it's great."

The blonde nodded, "And I've decided that I'm done with relationships, for awhile at least."

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a/n: hi

qotd: Weasleys or Malfoys?

aotd: Weasley af