“Remus,” Sirius said, seriously, “I didn’t know you were that happy to see me… I’m sorry, mate, I don’t swing at that side of the fence…”

  I raised my eyebrows, and watched as Remus’ gaze darkened and his cheeks reddened slightly, “That’s my wand, you perverted git. My… ahem,” He glanced over at me, “… isn’t on my thigh, you idiot.”

  Sirius shrugged, “Ah I never know with you.”

  “Sirius…” I whimpered, wrapping my arms around his neck. He enclosed his arms around my back, pulling me into a firm embrace.

  “Shh… it’s okay…” Sirius voice was shaking, “Everything’s okay, I’m here. Nothing like that will ever, ever happen to you again. I promise you.”

  And then the funniest thing happened. I knew he meant it.

I have decided that every girl who fancy the pants off Sirius (literally - they chase him around waving muggle forms of contraception), like to flip their hair.

“I think that’s all we need to see,” I whispered, as the room dissolved around us again. The room was the one at the Potter’s again, and I turned to look at Sirius. He locked eyes with me, stunned. His eyes were filled with tears, and he wiped one hastily.

Despite the bottle feeling steady, it turned out it wasn’t. My arm slipped, I lost my balance and, subsequently, I bit Sirius’ lip. Hard.

“Claire!?“ Sirius swore; his lip had a bite-mark, “Whoever told me that lip biting is kinky is a liar.”

  A faltering hand lay on my shoulder for a moment, as I stood at the top of the last staircase. I stiffened, hoping it was Sirius. Spinning around, I saw no one. Was it a bloody ghost or what? My eyes widened with panic.

  I felt my head hit the bank, as I slipped into the water. I could almost, almost, hear my neck crack. I think it somehow interrupted my fall, causing a massive buzzing in my head and for me to scrape down the lake edge.