Sirius' Tomboy:

Chapter 3:

A/N:

Disclaimer:

I don't own this world J.K.Roling has created because (pfft!) Sirius Black would never have died. He was too hot to die, don't you guys understand! (They didn't do him any justice at all in the movies or was that just me?)

Lily Evans' footsteps echoed in the silence of the Great Hall and I idly wondered if James would actually die. But looking over to the teachers table Dumbledore wasn't in any state of worry, in fact his blue eyes were twinkling in amusement.

Lily stopped right infront of James and I could hear, rather than see, him gulp. But then a familiar smell I hated entered my nose. Freaking tomatoes!

My eyes easily spotted where the fruit was being held in Lily fist. The red juice that was dripping down her hand was contrasting against her porcelain skin.

"So you don't like coconuts?" Lily asked slowly as if thinking over something.

"Yeah I said that before didn't I?" James responded nervously his eyes wide behind his glasses.

Whatever they were saying went right over my head as I was fully focused on the fruit in Lily's hands. Slowly the hand relaxed then started moving backwards then forward in one swift movement.

Knowing what was going to happen I squished my face into Sirius's chest with the shout, "not today!"

Then came the noise I was waiting for the squelch of that fruit hitting innocent skin, a harsh breath then more silence.

But...

"Faith, Faith, you've got to look." Sirius breath warm on my neck from the position we were in, his words choked up with laughter.

I didn't move for a moment but them Sirius started shaking me with ridiculous vigor, his arms easily finding their way to my shoulders to do so.

With a groan, I carefully pulled my face from the place that was safe of evil fruits to look up at him. "What is it?"

"Just. Look." His words where reduced to whispers by the amount of laughter he was trying to keep at bay.

I pushed myself off him and turned around to see a sight.

Lily wasn't aiming for me at all, despite my earlier thoughts, but she got the next best thing: James.

Over the journey from her hand to James' face the tomatoe had been transfigurated into what I'd recently learned was James' worst fear.

His face was covered in coconut pulp and Lily's palm was still rubbing it in and his glasses were taking the brunt of it. Her face was alight with satisfaction while James was frozen, his mouth gaping in a silent never-ending scream.

A few seconds later it seemed like Lily was done with her piece of 'art' as she stood a step away to analyse James not unlike a painter with their creation. She snapped out of it within a second with a, "Come on girls, let's go."

Like a shoot for a movie her friends, like Alice Prewett stood up in one fluid motion, looking as if they walked out of the Great Hall with everyone's eyes on them everyday. Wait. They did.

The girls went with the swishes of their skirts and left behind the silent Great Hall.

"What are we gonna do with you Prongs?" Sirius' amused sigh seemed to reach every persons' ears and like a switch the mutterings and chatting of the Hall returned.

"J-james are y-you alright? Remus is h-he alr-right?" Peter's worried voice was heard over the chattering of the Great Hall.

Sirius cut in before Remus could speak, "Wormy he's just been lathered in his worst nightmare but by the best person he could dream of."

Remus raised his eyebrows and said, "for once I agree with Sirius, Peter, so he should be fine after a while like the several other times Lily 'touched' him."

Sirius snorted, "Those touches defenitaly weren't gentle."

"No induendos," I cut in, "I've not even had my morning milk yet."

"And who's milk would that be?" Sirius asked, a shit-eating grin on his face.

I slapped his chest repeatedly for every word "No. Induendos. Until. I've. Had. My. Milk."

"Oh, so it's yours. Kinky." His grin grew at my annoyed face.

I tried not to laugh and ignored him as hitting seemed not to work in shutting him up. I stood up talking to Remus and Peter since James seemed to be out for the count. "I'm going down the table to look for milk and maybe spot Tulberry."

Peter spoke up clearly despite the amount of food in his mouth, impressive, "isn't there any here?"

"No." I answered, if there was I would have smelt it ages ago... and I would have drank it all.

I walked down the Gryfindor table scouting for the drink and T.B but careful of not being close enough to them.

"Hiya ." I had approached Ebony Richards and the rest of the girls sat around her.

"Hi," She and the girls all smiled when they saw me, "and thanks for helping me last year."

"Nah, it was fine," I smiled back at the blackenette. "How is your dad anyway?"

"He's recovered very well, since I came crying to you!" She laughed.

"Like I said at the time and I'll say again, it's no problem. You were going through a hard time anyone would want help through that."

Then she did what I wasn't expecting; she hugged me.

"It's alright...erm...are you alright?" I awkwardly raised my arms and copy her actions. I've not had much practice with hugs outside family members. Her eyes were shimmering and I couldn't help but raid my mind of anything I could have said to hurt her.

"No, I'm just being being silly," she laughed using one hand to rub her blue eyes. "Is there anything I could do to pay you back?"

"Erm," kind of embarrassed with the prolonged hug, "have you seen my cat?"

"Yeah!" She giddily answered, "I saw her prowling around earlier, so I gave her some of my scrambled egg."

Thankfully she let go of me as I responded with, "the only thing that you could pay me back by is lending me your jug of milk."

The girls all laughed, happy looks in their eyes as they gave me the jug of my favourite drink of all time.

"See you later girls and if there's anything bothering you remember you can talk to me about it." I reminded them heart light with the happiness in Hesita's past sad eyes.

At their nods and goodbyes I turned around in the Marauders direction but not before catching a glimpse of the grinning girl who had replaced me in their group: Marlene Mcminnon. I don't get her problem, eventhough I used to hang around people who hated her, I was still 100% nice to her like everyone else.

I sighed then plastered a fake smile on my downcast face in case the boys saw me. Just because they hate me doesn't mean I hate them. Why is life so complica-

My thoughts were interupted when I almost tripped over my feet and the jug of milk almost spilled everywhere. The only reason I had thrown off the hex I recognized as the leg-lock jinx was because...

I whipped my neck around to catch sight of Mary McDonald smirking at the others and I wondered why her tripping me up with a hex didn't surprise me.

Aren't my old friends delightful!

"Are you okay?" The concerned tone on Remus was startling and almost made me drop the jug again. Why do I keep making people who actually care about me worry?

"Yeah, yeah, fine." I lied, placing the milk jug hard on the table but light enough so a drop wasn't spilt.

"Most people after being hexed by a leg-lock don't usually feel fine after." Sirius said while pouring the milk into my goblet. A frown was pulling at the corner of his mouth as he avoided looking at me.

"Y-yeah they're normally hurt." Carried on Peter rubbing a non-existent bruise on his cheek that he sported when the Marauders clashed with Malfoy and the Slytherins last year.

My eyes widened and danced between their faces, "you guys know?"

"We all know", Remus but in softly, "the question is why you were able to throw it off like second nature?"

A/N: I kno now itl stops tha flowzies butt Imz tryna keeps tha paragraphies tha sami sizzle. ;)

See you next chapter Kitties x