You've had enough, Moony, James sighs – a sad, weary sound – as he takes the Ogden's from unresisting hands.

You've had enough, Lily points out with the upmost understanding, this time holding the cream and passing the tea black.

You've had enough, Sirius concludes, voice and hands shaky as he redoes the buttons of his trousers and wipes the blood from his mouth.

I've had enough, you slur to James, and smile to Lily, and snarl at Sirius, I've had enough. James' hand on your shoulder feels like brotherhood. Lily's gentle smile and delicate hands feel like love. Sirius' smile – lustbloodguiltdefinace – under your fist feels like home.

You've won, you think, as you wipe Sirius' blood into your robes, but you've lost, you think, when you recognize the jacket in your brother's room.