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Sirius had never been interested in Quidditch. Even when he was little and his dad had taken him to see the World Cup and they’d sat in the most expensive seats available he had still found absolutely no enjoyment in the sport. It just wasn’t up his street and that was a plain simple fact. But Merlin now he wasn’t quite sure. Watching Gryffindor work in such perfect sync, watching how his best friend had spent the year coordinating his team to work so brilliantly together, it made his heart race with excitement. He was stood beside Moony, the two of them holding the banner they had made for James the first year he had been chosen to be part of the team, and he was screaming his lungs off in pure excitement. James had been talking for months about this, about winning the cup, and they were so close to victory that Sirius could feel it. Even though rain was falling so hard on them and he was soaked from head to foot, James was still up there working his ass off, he could almost feel the thrill running through his best friends veins.

They were 40 points ahead of Ravenclaw when the Gryffindor seeker began to fly upwards, her hand outstretched. Sirius gripped the banner tighter, watching the quick fire chase before finally, finally,the snitch was caught and the game was called to an end. Sirius moved his eyesight away from the Gryffindor seeker, finding James in his dripping wet Quidditch robes where he had simply stopped to stare before being pulled into a hug by his team. Grabbing Remus’ arm, he tugged the other forwards and soon they were joining the rest of the excited Gryffindor’s who were running onto the field to flock the victorious team who had just landed. Sirius ran straight at James, pushing the other students out of the way and practically jumping into his arms. “You brilliant bastard!” He shouted above the rain, pressing a hard kiss to his lips before letting out a bark of a laugh, still holding onto both his shoulders. “You did it! You actually did it, fuck, James!” Sirius jumped up and down with excitement, his brain not quite registering what he had done.

Quidditch had always been one of James´ favorite past times and he was glad that his friends were there to support him. There were few things like being up on that broomstick and flying through the air, the wind in his hair as he scored points for the Gryffindor team. They were going to beat Slytherin for the House Cup this year, there was no doubt, and now that they had won this game against Ravenclaw they were already ahead. 

James was laughing, hugging all of his team mates as they celebrated their victory. He lived for moments like these and he could feel his heart beating hard against his rib cage. He was happy. So when his friends joined him his smile only got brighter. He was hugged and...

And...

James stood perfectly still for a moment, the rain pouring down on him as he glanced back at his best friend. It was obvious that it had been a spur of the moment thing, and that Sirius probably barely remembered doing it, but James´ heart had skipped a beat. “I...y-es.” He called over the cheers and rain, nodding slightly. “We...we did it. We won.” James managed, nodding again. He didn´t know what else to say or do.

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Really? She looked down at his legs across her lap before shaking her head and reaching for another piece of candy. She’d complain but she did the same thing to him -- it was like the Black siblings didn’t know how to occupy a piece of furniture unless they were sprawling. Probably a reaction to having been told to sit up straight for most of their lives.

“I like how you act like I forced you to eat these when really, you came down the steps, saw I had chocolate and helped yourself.” Sirius, please. “And if they were left in the common room then they have to be from a fellow Gryffindor, right? No one else can get in here.”

At least not without help.

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A heart too full and one too empty

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Amedius was a Slytherin, just like all of the Cain’s before him and since he was the oldest son he had the most pressure lying on his shoulders. Though he was made not to care, as the boy got cursed when he was 6 years old with a mark that restrained his emotions. It wasn’t truly impossible to feel something, but it was difficult and he had. He was able to make others believe it was a simple tattoo that he had begged for at an early age. Most of his roommates considered it cool. Though many of them tried to be close with him, become friends, he let no one truly near him. He was not one of many words and when he did talk not many nice things came out from his throat. Amedius didn’t think about the damage he could do with just words alone, he didn’t care. He was forced to grow up so fast that he showed no sign that he was still a child in his first three years. The fourth year he wasn’t even at Hogwarts. Though he was surrounded by many people, he was alone in this, he was enduring everything alone and if he could only wish that he could feel something, but – he just doesn’t care. And at the end of this school year, he would have to face him to become part of something dark and still – he just doesn’t care. He had taken his homework to the library and there was the other again, Sirius Black. It wasn’t hard to figure out that he was avoiding all of the others and perhaps there was a little curiosity rising in his empty chest. Bluntly he sat next to him and placed his books down. “Still avoiding us are you?” He didn’t bother to ask if he was allowed to join, he just did.

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"I think that’s an understatement.” Alice might have still been a few months off from officially being a mom, but she still had the tone down flat. It was a tone she found herself using quite often between Sirius and James (mostly James). “And you’re welcome. Just because you are occasionally an idiot does not mean we’re going to throw you into the serpents’ den and leave you there. It does, however, mean you’re getting benched. For at least the next two missions. Sit down...let me see your lip...”

Motioning for the younger male to take a seat at her kitchen table, Alice moved to the cabinet where the healing potions were kept. She and Frank came home banged up enough that she had learned to keep them handy.

“So....” She took a seat across from Sirius, opening up the small box. “Want to tell me what set you off?”

[lionxlilyxevans]

Aftershock

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Lily had gone numb. The incident that had just transpired beside the lake was the most horrific, jarring experience of her short life and she was finding it impossible to reconcile what had happened. Why it had happened. Why it had happened to her.

Despite the size of the castle, there was no good place to hide. Students who had finished their exams would be monopolizing the Great Hall. The Gryffindor common room held with it a risk of running into James, who she (perhaps incorrectly) blamed for everything Severus had said to her. The library would be the first place anyone looked for her.

But it would also be empty now that the students weren’t feeling the pressure of OWLs, and her feet had carried her in that direction on pure muscle memory, anyhow. Lily stepped into the library, kept her head down as she walked past Madame Pince at the front desk, and slipped into a secluded armchair dozens of stacks away from the entrance. She dropped her bag onto the floor beside her and curled up, falling so still she could have been carved from stone.

‘And that’s how I feel,’ she realized as she sat there, gaze fixed and unrelenting on the row of books closest to her. She felt as cold as stone, as hard as a statue, and as disconnected and unaware of reality as an inanimate object could get. And at this moment, she didn’t want to go back to feeling anything else.

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“It’s been far too quiet for far too long, Pads. What we need... is some excitement.”

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It was true. After the whole...Whomping Willow incident, Ceara had begun icing Sirius out. Refusing to talk, or even look, at him. Whatever his intentions had been in sending Snape down the tunnel that night, the only clear outcome of the thing was that it had driven Ceara even further into the Slytherin’s arms.

“First off, let me start by saying I am still...technically...not speaking to you. I will continue to be ‘not speaking to you’ until you admit you were being a colossal git in almost killing my boyfriend.” The end of her sentence had her voice low, the words practically hissed out as what had transpired was still partially a secret.

“Two, I’m mad at you because I sent a note to you through Rhi, who gave it to Peter, who gave it to Remus, who I am sure would not have neglected to give it to you...telling you to go talk to Regulus. Which obviously you haven’t done.”

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“ What are you doing here? “

She quirked her lips at the boy and cocked her head. “What do you mean what am I doing? What’re you doing? Might you get into trouble here?” Alice wasn’t worried about her own trouble, not when no one bothered her the way they bothered Sirius. Besides, it wasn’t like she hadn’t snuck into the restricted section before in bell bottoms before the rest of school was awake.

“They have records in here. Lily’s seen ‘em. She’s been feeling real homesick since she got into another big fight with her sister. Figured I’d get her one and she can show me how it works. She told me she even brought her record player.” Alice grinned, then remembered who she was speaking to. “If you tell Potter I’ll string you up. He’d go and buy the girl ten dozen records, just for the hell of it.”

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