Boys Don't Cry

People think I am the luckiest girl in the world. Why? Because I have the so called "honour" of being the twin sister of one James Potter. And because I have the famous Sirius Black living in my house. Maybe I am lucky. But I don't believe in luck. Luck is for lazy people. And trust me, I am not lucky. If I was lucky, I would have been born in Spain where no dark wizards had armies of stupid assholes. I am most definitely not lucky.

But I do love my brother. We are pretty close and we do share the same talent for trouble. And he doesn't only put up with me because my best friend is the girl he has been besotted with for the past six years, but it does help.

However, right now, both James and Sirius are not in my good books. I love them both, honest. But today, my dear reader, they went through all of my stuff in my room. Letters, clothes, books, boxes. All of it. Why? Because they were convinced that I had their silly little map. I do know what happened to it. It begins with an F and ends with an ilch. But I guess I have to start at the beginning. Or a beginning.

My name is Jane Emily Potter and I bend the rules.

[5 days into summer after 6th year, the Potter residence, 5.30 pm]

Jane Potter was sitting on the floor in the family room and she was bored. Her father was on a late Auror shift; her mother was still at her job at the Ministry, and her twin was sitting at the table trying to work out what to write to the girl he was in love with, who by the way, hated him. Her and her twin brother had turned seventeen in March but neither had gone for their apperating license yet. Both were tall, James being 6"1 and Jane following closely behind at 5"11½. They both had unruly black hair; Jane's usually pulled back into a pony. Their hazel eyes were framed with dark eyelashes and they both had the trademark Potter smile. The twins look pretty much the same but for James' more masculine facial structure and Jane's pouting mouth. Jane likes to pout. It comes with wanting her own way.

Jane stared into the fire, being hypnotized by the flicker of the flames. However, she was pulled from her reverie by a knock at the door. Her head snapped up and she looked at James keenly. She was sure they were not expecting company, and in these days no company was always better than unknown company.

At her questioning stare James grunted. "Jane, I am busy. Get the door."

His sister scolded him and reluctantly got up and walked to the door. Wand firm in her grip and a spell on her tongue, she swung the door open. Everything fell out of her mind. Standing there was not a horde of Death Eaters, nor some fantastic beast. No, standing on her doorstep, looking like he had been gang bashed, was none other than Sirius Black.

He had a split lip and a large bruise was making its way onto his cheek. There was also grazing on his cheek, like he had been hit by something. His knuckles were bleeding and he was hunched over using the door post of support. He manages to gasp out "Jane" before he doubled over with exhaustion.

Eyes wide with shock, Jane stepped back in to the house. "James! Get here now! JAMES!"

Her voice was frantic. He rushed into the hall, wand in his hand and his glasses slightly askew. He paused when he saw his best mate looking like something the dog dragged in. James rushed forward to support Sirius. "Bloody hell Padfoot! What happened!"

Jane sighed when she heard the panic in her brother's voice. "James, calm down. Take him upstairs to my bathroom. The guest one is still flooded from your experiment and I don't think yours is safe. I will do what I can about his injuries. You get the spare room ready."

Used to Jane's bossy orders, James helped Sirius up the stares and into the second door to the left. His sister's bathroom was done in brown, green and gold, everything matching and organized. He seated Sirius on a chair and left him in Jane's capable hands. She had sorted out their injuries before and had healing equipment in her bathroom, ready for when ever the boys came into the house looking like hell.

[Sirius' POV]

My head hurt and all I could taste was bile and blood. I watched as Jane bustled about her bathroom getting potions, a few cloths and a bowl of warm water. It was obvious she knew what she was doing, and with a brother like James it made sense. I would have smirked if my face didn't feel like it was going to fall off. Instead I looked around the bath room. There was a large claw bath in once corner, a shower in the other and a sink to my right. A large vanity mirror was above it and a cupboard and basin was across the room. I looked up as she dabbed a warm, damp cloth to my painful face. I winced and she said, "Don't be a baby, Sirius. Just keep still."

I didn't want to think about what had happen. All that mattered was that it was all behind me. Now I just had to move and start over.

Jane whipped out her wand and muttered a small spell, her brow creased in concentration. She looked cute concentrating. Her forehead had creases and she kept her mouth tight, even when she was talking. I felt like something warm was being blown on my cheek, and then the pain subsided. She took out a rotten looking potion and dabbed a bit on my cheek. It stung and I squeezed his eyes closed to stop the tears and bit my tongue to stop from crying out. She moved onto my lip and I felt a rush of gratitude towards the young witch. It was just like Jane to help someone, anyone, before asking questions.

I watched as she brushed a piece of hair out of her face and was struck at how pretty, no, beautiful she was. No, wait. Where had that thought come from? I most certainly couldn't ever think that of Jane. She was, after all, James' sister, and one of the two girls in the school (besides his cousins) that would not hesitate to jinx me. The other being her best friend Lily. Pushing the thoughts from my head, I looked up at her. She looked like she was waiting for an answer and I realized she had asked her something. Whoops. Should damn well learn to listen to women. "What?" I asked, my voice sounding gruffer than usual.

She sighed. "Well I know these are not your only injuries. I will need you to take off your shirt. Unless you like pain?"

I smirked at her, a feat made easier now that she had healed my mouth. "Wow Potter, if you wanted to see me without my shirt, you could have just asked."

I grinned and she took off his shirt, but grimaced when I saw it bruised with a cut on my side. No wonder it hurts so damned much. I looked up and Jane smiled in self satisfaction when she saw the pain on my face. "Well Mr. Black, I did ask, besides, with these injuries I would rather see you with a shirt."

I scolded at her formalities and looked away to study the patterns on the wall, deliberately ignoring the pain. I liked her bathroom. The patterns were soft, but odd. And some parts were chipped from what I would guess is a byproduct of one of her temper tantrums. Once she was done I ran my fingers over my torso. It was pretty much all healed, except for the cut on his side which she had stuck together with tape she had charmed to be water proof. "Now Sirius, there are some clean towels on the vanity, you must take a shower and put your clothes out side of the door for me to clean. I will arrange for some clothes for you and will put them outside of the door for when you are done."

With that she turned on her heel and strode out, closing the door. I stripped down and did as she said with his dirty clothes and climbed into the shower. The hot water burned pleasantly down my back and I sighed, using her hair shampoo and soap. Great, he thought, now I smell like Jane; violets and vanilla.

Once I was done, I climbed out of the shower and wrapped a towel around myself. My extremely attractive self, if I might add. I snuck a peak around the door and saw a pile of fresh clothes with a note pinned to the top. Pulling the clothes inside, I read the note.

Sirius – You are lucky you had left underwear and a shirt here last time you visited; else you would have to wear James'. You have a pair of James' pants though. I asked Bonni to whip up dinner (James and I both got the Potter cooking skills), so just come down when you are ready. – Jane

I smirked as he pulled on the clothes. Last time Jane had made something for us to eat – sandwiches she claimed were actually really difficult to make – Dora, Lily, Remus, James and me wouldn't touch them. However, Peter ate them and ended up with mild food poisoning.

Once I was dressed I surveyed myself in the mirror. My black hair hung in his face and my grey eyes pierced through it. I am freaking charming. Drop dead gorgeous. I have the typical Black good looks and I freaking know it. Too bad Jane didn't seem to notice. Wait, where had that thought come from?

A/N

Hah! So I have finally started at the beginning and fixed up what I had written. So I have edited this chapter a bit, fixed up stupid things I had done. If you notice more, please let me know! You don't even have to be nice about it.

I have also renamed this chapter. Now it is a song by the Cure. Gosh the Cure rock. I was born in the wrong decade…

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