“Sirius ran away this summer.” Remus said as he looked at me with an undefined expression. I gasped as I covered my mouth with my hands. I knew what it meant for a Black to turn his back on his family. “He always used to talk about doing it, but I never thought he’d do it.” Remus had a small smile on his face that was almost proud.

I looked at my timetable as I walked, noticing the Dance Studio to be in the dungeons. The thought of doing point on a hard and uneven stone floor did not sound at all good to me. Still I continued moving, a slight bounce in my step. I was going to be in an Advanced Class, my parents had set this up, I was going to be the Wind Up Doll as always.

I could see tears in his eyes, and all over again we were eleven and he was getting bullied by James and Sirius. All over again someone was hurting him, only this time it was me. I turned my face away from his, trying to push past the tears as I placed my hands on his chest and pushed him away.

I turned in time to see James Potter offering me his hand, with a smile I daintily placed my hand in his, almost amazed as he pulled my hand into the perfect position and placed his hand on just the right place on my back. He led me around the room, both of us getting used to the feel of each other.

I preformed because it was expected; I joined the Quidditch team to spite my parents. But this, this was for me.

“James I’ve been dancing all morning, can’t this wait until lun-”
“They’re having a Halloween ball, they want me to bring you.” I had no idea why, but for some reason the thought of meeting James's parents scared me half to death. I stopped for a moment, looking up at him with wide eyes. “They want to meet you.”