Title: In Dreams

Author: Jess

Pairing: Sirius/OC (Friendship mainly)

Rating: Mostly PG-T...Rating may go up for coarse language!

Summary: They always managed to seek comfort from one another in dreams.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. It all belongs to J.K. Rowling and her associated peoples. I do, however, own Lucy and other non-Potterverse characters. Yay!

Rock-a-Bye

Number Twelve Grimmauld Place always had a despairingly grim atmosphere for as long as the generations of the Black family had inhabited it. Not even the Christmas atmosphere could awaken any sort of warmth in the environment. It had been a Christmas shortly after the birth of the second Black son when the annual Black family Christmas party had once again been held at Grimmauld Place. Wizards of noble blood flocked to this esteemed party and it was quite hard to garner an invitation to this soiree. For many in the magical community, the Black Christmas party was simply a reunion for purebloods that had been in the Slytherin House at Hogwarts. The eldest Black son was nearing his sixth birthday and would much rather had been playing in his room than stuffed into a room with a bunch of adults discussing the latest rumors of dark activity surfacing around the country headed by some Lord Whats-His-Name. To the young Sirius Black, it sounded like a stupid story character that didn't have any friends. Small fists were stuffed into the pockets of the expensive robes he was wearing, a sour expression apparent on the handsome features of the young boy.

"Sirius- come over here, would you?" His mother called over, obviously recollecting that her oldest son was still at the party. She had been showing around his younger brother, Regulus, to the family the entire night being that it was the first time all the Black family and their extended family had gathered since before Regulus' birth two years ago. She turned back to the tall man she was talking to before she called Sirius over. "Yes, he's just about her age I think- Oh, Sirius, here you are. Sirius, this is Mr. Smith, he works with your father at the Ministry." The man nodded in recognition, his features harsh. Sirius decided that he didn't really trust him. "And this is his daughter, Lucy. Why don't you take her upstairs and show her your toys?"

Sirius noticed the girl that had been standing by the man. She was a little shorter than he was and he noticed she looked just as bored as he had been the entire night. Maybe she wouldn't be so bad- even though she was a girl. Sirius nodded and waited for her to follow him out of the room. As they trudged up the stairs, past the decapitated house elves, he heard the door to the parlor and dining room close with a snap. The adults probably just wanted them out of there seeing as they were the only two children underage left at the house. His cousins had weaseled their way out hours ago claiming that they were tired from the train ride back.

"Your house is creepy," a voice said from behind him as they reached the landing of the floor that his room was on.

"You probably have cooties," he retorted, glancing back at her as he opened the door to his room. "Girls have cooties. 'Cept for Andromeda, she told me so."

"I do not have cooties!" Lucy cried indignantly. In retaliation, she pushed him and in return he pulled her hair.

Glaring, Lucy walked to the other side of his room, away from him. A few minutes passed and it became dull staring at the wall. Sirius watched her as she began looking around his room. If she took any of his stuff, he was going to hit her. He didn't care if she was a girl. She walked over to his wall where he had a few Quidditch posters hung there. "You like Quidditch too?" The girl asked excitedly, forgetting the scuffle they had gotten into a few minutes before, a smile coming onto her face for the first time that night- the first night in a while. "My mum used to let me stay up late to listen to the games even if my dad said no. I love Quidditch."

"Used to? She won't let you anymore?" Sirius asked, brow furrowing. He liked Quidditch pretty well. His parents didn't really seemed to bothered by it. For the second time that night, Sirius got to thinking that this girl wouldn't be so bad. Quidditch was a sport- a boy thing and she was a girl who liked a boy thing.

"She died a few weeks ago. Daddy says it was an accident," Lucy shrugged, the smile leaving her face. She sat down on his bed. He sat down on the other side of his bed, careful not to touch her and hoping he would not be able to catch cooties. He asked, "How did she die?"

They talked for a while longer and the hour grew late. The adults downstairs barely noticed the time. Late past midnight, Caldon Smith climbed the stairs with Mrs. Black to take his daughter home. When they opened the door to Sirius' room, they found the two children asleep on the bed, facing each other as if they had fallen asleep in the middle of a conversation. They closed the door again, deciding not to disturb their sleep. Mrs. Black knowing well that if Sirius were to be woken up, he would not be able to go to sleep for another few hours and Caldon Smith relatively greatful that his daughter was actually sleeping through the night- something that had not happened since the "accidental" death of his wife weeks prior.

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