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'What are you doing?' Maddie asks, horrified.

'I can't find my denim pedal-pushers anywhere, and I know I didn't throw them out!' I say as I kneel among all the clothes on my floor. I pull at something denim. It's only a skirt. 'Ew, I should have thrown this out,' I say, disgusted at the frilly little number.

'Amy, you're mother says if you're not down in ten minutes, you can stay behind.'

'Like I want to go to their stupid little party anyway,' I mutter.

'Don't be so childish,' she says. 'The Potters have a swimming pool! And a Quidditch pitch! I wish I was invited! We have to say home with Paul and May. Except Lily, of course. I wonder why she was invited,' she snorts sarcastically.

'That's why I want my pedal pushers!' I exclaim. 'Mum insists I wear a dress to dinner, but afterward I'm changing into my denims to play Quidditch!'

'What dress are you wearing?' she asks, kneeling next to me.

'The white and purple one on the bed,' I mutter distractedly, still digging through all the clothes.

'That's hot,' she says appreciatively. 'Pick it out with someone special in mind?' she teases.

'Yeah, Conor,' I retort.

She glares. 'Stay away from Conor,' she warns, but I'm not paying attention because her outfit has caught my attention.

'And you stay out of my room! Give me them!' I tug on my peddle pushers, which she is wearing!

'Aw, please let me wear them,' she pleads.

'You knew I was looking for them and said nothing! You are so devious,' I say unbelievingly.

'They look so nice on me though…'

'They look nicer on me,' I say unpityingly.

'They make my hips look great…'

'You're hips will look splendid in your own pants.'

'Peh-leeeeeeese! We're going into town and I might see some fit Irish lads- but of course Conor is still my guy-'

'Fine,' I huff to shut her up. 'BUT- you have to give me your denim shorts,' I order.

'What ones?' she asks.

'The ones with the white lace trim.'

She gasps. 'I forgot all about those! They make my thighs look so skinny!'

'So true! Now give me them!'

!

'Whoa,' I breathe. Now this is a big house!

The Potter's house is made out rough greyish-red bricks. It has a grand oak front door and a winding drive up to it. On the left wing of the house is a high tower with a window set into the top. All the windows are wide and designed to let in a lot of light. There are two floors and windows set into the roof that suggests a converted attic. It looks very much like a mini castle!

I look around for the Quidditch pitch eagerly. It must be around the back. I smooth down my dress as the front door opens. The dress I'm wearing is strapless and comes above the knee. It's white with a purple band around the waist and yellow, turquoise and purple flowers around the bottom. I actually kind of like this dress. I'm wearing turquoise sandals and my hair is in a loose side plait.

Mrs. Potter steps out of the house and waves. She hugs mum as we reach her and then dad. Mr Potter follows her lead. Then she turns to me and Lily with a bright smile.

'The boys are around the back, swimming, darlings. Go around to them.'

The adults head inside, chatting animatedly. I look at lily. She shrugs.

'I suppose we better do what she says,' I say.

'I don't like the swimsuit I have on. It's too clingy.' She pulls at her dress.

'Don't worry, we don't have to actually go into the water,' I assure her. I glance at my bag. 'No way am I changing in a house resident to Sirius Black. You never know where he might be hiding,' I mutter.

'Not even for Quidditch?' she smirks.

'For that, I will find a way,' I say gravely.

We walk around the side of the house, following the sound of deep laughter and boy chants. A high arc of water interrupts our path, and I stop warily. I scan the scene, using my ninja-spy skills. The garden is huge. An area about the size of the average kitchen has been cobble-stoned and a patio table and chairs have been set up on it. Steps lead down from the patio area to the rest of the garden, which has been divided in two by a cobble-stoned path. The left side the grass is covered in flowers and a couple of deck chairs sit in the sunniest patch. Thrown on one of the chairs are a couple of Quidditch magazines. The garden ends in a wall of tall trees, and set into them is a gate I can only hope leads to a Quidditch Pitch.

And on the right side is the swimming pool. It takes up the whole right side. It is built into the earth, the sides smoothed rock. Around it, on the walkway, are a few lounge chairs. There's a miniature waterfall and two dark haired boys in the middle of the pool. They're trying to dunk each other, and as Lily and I watch in girl-horror, James pushes Sirius' head under the water and holds him there.

Lily and I exchange a look of fright. Is this our faith too? Sirius explodes out of the water and causes a load to plummet onto the ground at our feet. Lily squeals when it lands on her foot and the sound alerts the boys to our presence.

'Lily!' James climbs out of the pool and jogs over to us. Sirius drags himself from the water, but doesn't greet us. 'I didn't think you'd come,' James says.

'I told you I would in the letter,' Lily says awkwardly.

'Yeah, but I thought you were just trying to get me to sod off,' James grins. 'Do you want to swim?'

'Em…I'm not really dressed…'

'I told you to bring a swimsuit.'

'I thought you didn't think I was coming,' she says suspiciously.

'Well, I'm a hopeful chap and-'

I leave them to their strange conversation and walk carefully to the edge of the pool. Sirius is sitting on a lounge chair, his body soaked and his hair plastered to his forehead. He looks up at me and smirks.

'Fancy a swim Summers?'

'Maybe later,' I say as I kick off my sandals and sit on the edge of a chair opposite him. The water rolls down his shoulders and chest and I look away. Damn, the boy has a washboard stomach!

'Yeah, wouldn't want to get your pretty dress wet- I bet it'd be utterly see-through,' he grins.

'I actually have a swimsuit on underneath, so it's ok,' I retort.

'Then why don't you come in?' he asks, standing up and offering me his hand. I really want to take his hand! In this moment, I want to be his girlfriend and play with him in the water and jump on his back and snuggle into his washboard tummy and-

'No, my mum would kill me if I sat at the dinner table smelling like chlorine,' I say feebly.

'You can blame me,' he winks.

'What's with your desperation to get me in the water Black?' I smile.

He grins. 'Just want to see you wet, Summers.' He sits on my chair in front of me, legs either side of the seat.

I look at him suspiciously. 'Sirius,' I warn.

'Yes?'

'If you're planning on throwing me in, know that I will hate you forever if you do.'

He raises his eyebrows. 'Forever is an awfully long time, and with all the history we have, it'd be awfully hard to keep with it,' he purrs.

'You really need to stop thinking our history pops into my head every time you're near me,' I say.

'But you do admit we have history,' he grins, leaning forward.

I roll my eyes. 'Have you ever heard of a towel? You're dripping all over me. This isn't the way to my good books,' I say, scooting back.

'How did I get in your bad books?' he asks, scooting forward to close the space between us again.

'By being a stalker,' I say, scooting back again. What is he doing? How dare he just invade my space like this!

'I just want you to go swimming,' he says reasonably.

I glance over his shoulder at Lily, who is, unbelievably, stepping out of her dress and dipping a toe in the water. Well, if she's doing it with Potter, I can do it with Black, I guess.

'Alright, but only because it's hot,' I say, standing up. Sirius stands at the same time with a triumphant whoop, and I find myself pressed up against him. I clear my throat and step over the chair, so I'm standing on the opposite side as him.

I pull my dress over my head from the hem and drape it over the back of the lounge chair. I glance up and find Sirius staring at me. I resist the urge to fidget or snatch my dress back up. Boy lust is all over his face and I feel a sudden surge of power. Not only am I a kick-ass spy, I'm also sexy. Well, ha, not really. Maybe I've got a bug on my shoulder.

I glance down at myself to make sure I look ok. My aqua swimsuit is clingy and low cut, showing a fair bit of cleavage. The back is a wide 'v' shape. I shrug my shoulders and head to the water, seeing as Sirius isn't about to move any time soon.

I poke a toe into the water. 'Did you pee in the pool or something? It's warm.'

'It's the sun,' James says from the water. Lily is in the water beside him, looking like she doesn't quite know what to do. I slide in along with Sirius and immediately clutch the edge of the pool.

'Jesus, it's deep,' I exclaim.

'You ok?' Sirius asks, holding my elbow. The water comes to his collarbones, so where must it come to on me? I let go experimentally and find that it's ok.

'I'm fine, I just…'

'What's up?' Sirius asks, coming closer and sliding his hand from my elbow to my hand.

I peek up at him and then splash as much water as I can at him. He shouts and laughs and flicks water back at me. Oh yeah, payback time asshole! This splash is for when you said me and Lily were lesbians! This splash is for when you snuck around with Hazel Jerks behind my back. This one is for going out with Cathy Heinz. This is for that time in second year when you turned me into a budgie in Transfiguration! And this one is for always being around and driving me insane and-

'Alright, quits!' he cries, holding his hands up in a gesture of surrender.

'Chicken!' I accuse. 'Bawk bawk bawk bawk chicken!'

'Oh hell no!' He grabs my waist from behind and lifts me right up out of the water! He ducks under my legs and puts me on his back, then he starts to swim towards the waterfall.

'Sirius go back!' I squeal. I cling to him, my arms circled around his neck. The pool gets deeper the further you go, and I so do not want to drown. I can swim, but if he just abandons me in the middle of the deep end, I may very well panic!

He laughs at me. 'Hold on tight,' he says. 'And hold your breath!'

'What-?' Sirius dives under the water. I clamp one hand over my nose and mouth and cling to him with the other. He swims through a hole in the base of the waterfall wide enough for one person. Then he rise from the water again and I breathe in. We've emerged in a small pool of water in a rough cave. Water from another mini waterfall rains downs and hits the surface of the pool like pellets. It's dark until Sirius pushes a button on the wall. Then lights on the floor come to life, making the cave look like its outside in daylight.

'This is mental,' I whisper to myself.

'The cave is underground. No one really comes in here. Do you like it?' Sirius asks.

'It's very nice,' I say with a small smile he can't see because I'm still on his back. I wonder if I'm heavy, but I don't care, because this is the closest I've been to him in months. He smells like chlorine and underneath that vanilla.

He walks through the water and ducks under the waterfall quickly to a bench along the wall. He lowers me onto it carefully and then sits beside me. I can hear Lily laughing and James talking. Then there's a big splash and Lily roars with laughter. I smile.

'When did your OWL results arrive?' he asks.

'Two days ago. When did yours?'

'Two days ago aswell. What did you get?'

'I got four O's, three E's and two A's.'

'Wow, that's brilliant! What did you get in Herbology?' he asks, knowing it's my worst subject.

'Acceptable! I was so happy,' I laugh.

'I'm so proud of my baby!'

I give his arm a playful shove. 'I'm not a baby.'

'You're my baby,' he insists.

I stick my tongue out at him. This is so….not awkward. This is so…not weird. He's not being prick-y, I'm not being petty…what the hell happened?

'What did you get?' I ask, ending my mental confusion. Let's just enjoy this. God only knows when it'll end and when we'll have it again.

'I got five O's, two E's and two P's.'

'That's fantastic! What did you fail?'

'Divination and Herbology. But let's be honest; who cares about them?'

I roll my eyes. 'True that,' I mutter.

All of a sudden James' head pops up out of the water. 'Dudes, dinner is ready is in ten minutes. Get dressed. Amy, mum left towels and stuff in the utility room. Lily's in there now getting dried off. So trot along, I want to speak with Padfoot.'

'Ok,' I mutter.

'You want me to help you get out?' Sirius asks.

'No it's fine, I can swim,' I say, getting up from the bench.

'You can?' he asks, surprised.

I don't bother answering, just dive down into the water and swim through the gap. I hurry out of the pool, grab my dress and spot Lily's flaming hair through a window. I slip in the door nearest the window and bump into her.

'Jesus! Don't do that, I though you were James!' she exclaims, clutching a towel to her body. She's still in her swimsuit, so she's not all that indecent.

I raise an eyebrow. 'James, eh?'

She rolls her eyes. 'I can't exactly call him Potter in his own house. It'd be rude.'

I smirk. 'Yeah, that's it.'

'Really!'

'Oh, I believe you!'

She rolls her eyes again, cheeks slightly pink. 'Whatever, I don't care. Where did you disappear to with Black?' she demands.

I raise my eyebrows. She raises her back. 'It's not his house,' she mutters.

'That whole manners thing was short lived,' I remark, taking a towel and slipping out of my swimsuit. Our bags are left on top of a counter. I put on underwear with Lily's back to me. Then I put my dress on.

'Are you ready?' I ask before turning around.

'We're not leaving here until you spill about Black!'

I sigh and rest my head on the counter. 'I don't know what there is to tell you,' I say.

'Did you kiss?'

'No.'

'Did you want to kiss?'

'No.'

'Really?'

'No.'

'So you did want to kiss.'

'I don't know Lily! I don't know what goes on in his head. One day he's all mean and another day he's asking about how I feel about things. Some days I want to scream at him and others I want to hug him! I don't know,' I moan, my voice thick with frustrated tears.

'Ok,' she says. She puts her hand on my shoulder comfortingly. 'It's ok. So firstly, you like him?'

'Sometimes.'

'Ok. When do you like him?'

'When he's being sweet and normal. When he treats me like he used to, before we broke up.'

'So you like him when he treats you like his girlfriend.'

'But Lily,' I lift my head to look at her. 'Remember what everyone used to say? He never did treat me like his girlfriend. We did girlfriend/boyfriend stuff, but there was no slushy relationship. We treated eachother normal.'

'That was weird.'

'That was how I liked it,' I whisper.

'Well, this is good. We're getting somewhere! When do you not like him?'

'That's easy; when he talks about his new girlfriend. And when he asks too many stupid questions. And when he assumes and guesses my reasons for doing things. Oh, and I hate it when he just looks at me. It feels-'

'Like he's looking into your soul?'

'Stalker-ish, actually.'

There's a rap on the door. 'You girls ready? Dinner's about to be served.'

'Coming!' we call.

!

We're all seated around one end of a huge dining table. I'm on the edge, Lily is on my right and across from me is Sirius. I try to refrain from glaring at him. Its fault I'm all confused.

Dinner is delicious! So good. There's salad first, then chicken and vegetables for the main course and now, Mrs. Potter is coming back into the room with mum, both of them carrying plates of dessert.

'This looks great ladies!' Mr. Potter says cheerfully, rolling up his sleeves. Dad and the two boys make sounds of appreciation.

'Thanks Mrs Potter,' I say heartily and with a big smile as she sets a plate of cheesecake, black forest gateau, profiteroles and ice cream in front of me.

'You're welcome, Amy darling,' she says, patting my shoulder. I love Mrs Potter! She's so warm and funny.

'So, Amy,' Mr Potter says once everyone is seated again. 'Robert's been telling me you did very well in your exams.'

I smile. 'I didn't fail anything, so I'm set,' I say. Everyone chuckles.

'Modesty is a quality I respect,' Mr Potter says. 'But come now, give us more details.'

I swallow a bite of cheesecake and glance at dad. He gives a small nod, a sign that, yes, I should gloat.

'I got Outstanding in Charms, Potions, Transfiguration and Defence Against the Dark Arts. Exceeds expectations in Astronomy, History and Care of Magical Creatures, and Acceptable in Herbology and Divination,' I tell him.

'Wow,' Mrs Potter says. 'Gracious, you must have studied very hard.'

I meet Lily's eyes and smile. 'I had a great tutor. Lily here got five O's and the rest E's,' I add.

'Goodness! Tell me Lily, did you find the difference between the Muggle world and the Wizarding world baffling when you first learned of your talents?'

I tune out of the conversation and instead concentrate on my food. A few minutes later, the men take over conversation.

'You know that Robert and myself are partners in the department,' Mr Potter says. 'And your mother works in the Department of Law Enforcement. And your brother and soon to be sister-in-law are Aurors too. What does the future hold in store for you? You must have a taste for the business when you accepted Dumbledore's mission.'

'Well, it's difficult to say no to Professor Dumbledore,' I smile.

Everyone chuckles. 'I can relate to that. I understand you have a mission tomorrow?'

Sirius' head shoots up and he stares at me. 'You do?'

'No more of that talk now! Out with you all and get some exercise. You need to lose that belly, Adrian,' Mrs Potter says with a knowing look.

'Alright! Come on then. Are you ready? Potters versus Summers.'

'That's what we came for,' dad says, jumping up from the table.

Mrs Potter and mum roll their eyes. 'Boys,' they sigh together.

'Oh, hell yeah!'

'Amy!'

'Sorry mum.'

!

'Mount your brooms!' I swing my leg over my Moon-Grazer broom and plant my feet firmly on the ground. Mr. Potter blows his whistle and the six of us kick off from the ground. I fly higher than the others, scanning for the snitch. There's no sign of it, so I sit back (metaphorically) and relax. Sirius flies to the other end of the pitch, sitting on his broom next to James, who is playing Potter Keeper. I turn and fly lazily to my own posts, and hover behind Lily.

'I hate flying,' she moans, leaning forward and resting her head on the wood of the broom she borrowed from Mr Potter. 'It makes me dizzy.' She clutches the handle tightly.

'Doesn't look like you'll have much to do,' I say to her, watching dad and Mr Potter compete for the quaffle and ignore the rest of us.

'Thank the Lord!' she sings. She peeks up at me. 'I like you're shorts.'

'Thanks,' I say, kicking my leg out dreamily. 'Don't they make my hips look splendid?' I ask, chuckling secretively. I lie forward on my own broom, guessing I won't be missing much. Something is trapped between my body and the wood and I sit up, peeking down my top. 'Ouch.'

'What?'

'My necklace dug into my chest,' I mutter.

'Sirius gave you that, didn't he?' Lily inquires.

'Yes…'

She gazes at me. 'Hmmm' is all she says.

The game goes on for a full forty minutes before us youths get tired of it and abandon the old men.

'Amy! What happened to Summers loyalty?' dad demands.

'What happened to teamwork?'

'I'm disappointed in you boys. Never had you down for a couple of wussies,' Mr Potter shakes his head tragically.

'It's getting dark anyway,' I say logically.

'Fancy a brandy Robert?' the men head back toward the house, taking the path that leads from the pitch to the garden gate, chatting on their way.

'Will I show you the library now, Lily?' James asks hopefully.

'Yes! Definitely!' she exclaims excitedly.

'Ok, this way,' James says with a satisfied smile. He leads her in the same direction as the two men. So that leaves me with Sirius. Grrrr-ate.

'So what are we going to do, captain?' he asks lightly.

'Why don't we go with them to the library?' I suggest, starting down the path. He strolls a few steps behind me.

'I don't think we're welcome.'

'What makes you think that?' I ask.

'James said it.'

'In the cave?' I guess.

'Yup. Hey, we could go swimming again,' he says.

'It's getting dark,' I say.

'They have lights.'

'It's getting cold,' I say.

'Ok, you want to see the stars?'

I spread my arms wide. 'What are we going to do, sit out here until they show up? I didn't bring a jumper.'

'I'd give you mine if you wanted it. But, luckily, I have somewhere with a better view,' he replies, striding ahead of me. He holds the gate open for me. I slide past him into the garden. I pause to see where he's planning on going. He walks around the house to the left wing. He leans against the wall and looks at me pleasantly.

'What, the window?' I ask disbelievingly.

'Yup.' He pops the p.

'Sirius Black, I am not climbing through the window! You live here, use the front door!' I command.

He barks a laugh. 'I was just seeing if you would. Loosen up,' he laughs.

I glare at him and leave him to his laughing, opening the front door and waiting for him inside.

'The left staircase,' he instructs, closing the door behind him.

I cross the lobby and ascend the grand staircase on the left side. I can imagine a princess gliding down these stairs in a big gown. And of course a handsome prince would be waiting for her at the bottom!

I pause on the second floor. 'Keep going to the attic,' Sirius says from the step below me. 'And Amy, move faster. It'll be dawn by the time we get there!'

'But the steps have stopped!' I protest.

He exaggerates pointing over my shoulder. 'There are more over there.' He leads me up the single staircase at the end of the hall. They end in a wooden door. He opens it and steps into the attic. He turns and looks at me with a smile. 'You like?'

'I love!' I come into the room and look around. The north side of the roof is made entirely of glass, the floor underneath it covered in blankets and pillows. The roof is very low and Sirius has to scrunch his shoulders to avoid hitting his head off it. There's no furniture, just different lunar charts and such taped onto the walls.

'When it's sunny, this is the warmest room in the house. And when it's dark, it's got the best view. Look.' He steps forward and pushes on corner of the glass roof. A large square of glass opens upward and I see it has hinges, like a door. 'It leads to the roof. Which is where we'll be watching from,' he grins. 'Want a hand getting up?'

For once, I do not argue with him. I put my foot in his cupped hands, grab the edge of the roof with my hands, and let him push me up and through it. Once my torso is through, I bring my knees up and crawl onto the roof. Then I peer down into the darkness of the attic.

'Do you need any help?' I call down.

I hear him snort. 'I'm ok.' His hands appear, gripping the edge of the roof like I did, and then he pulls himself up beside me. He grins at me. I look out onto the scenery. The Potter's house is just on the edge of London, and I can see the whole city from here. If I turn around, I can see open country side.

A cold wind ruffles my hair, and my hand brushes Sirius' as I reach to tuck my side fringe behind my ear.

'This is so cool,' I whisper.

'I thought you might like it. And if you look up, you'll see what I promised you,' he breathes, lying back with his hands folded under his head.

I tilt my head back and gaze up. Hundreds of bright white specks shine against the black sky. I try to make out some constellations, and fail miserably. I turn to Sirius for guidance.

'Those ones there are the Big Dipper,' he says, tracing the outline with his finger in the air.

'I don't see them,' I murmur.

He puts his hand on my shoulder and turns me to the left slightly. 'You see that big one?'

'There?' I point.

'Uh huh. Follow that one down…and around…'

'I see it!' I exclaim.

'And beside it is another one I don't know the name of,' he says.

'Maybe it's the little dipper,' I suggest.

'Maybe,' he agrees.

'I like these stars way better than the ones in Astronomy,' I announce. 'They're…simpler.'

He smiles at me. 'That's true.'

I shiver when the wind blows again. His hand on my shoulder goes to the hem of his jumper. 'You want this?' he asks.

It would be so wrong to let him give me his jumper. He has a girlfriend- a perfectly nice one, despite the things I say in my moments of bitterness. It's wrong to want him to give me his jumper. I broke up with him and I can't just snap my fingers and demand him back. When I broke up with him, it was because I didn't want a boyfriend anymore. I can't just decide I want him to be my boyfriend in moments like this. It's not fair.

I shake my head. 'I'm fine.'

He stares at me intently. There he goes again with the whole looking thing! 'Amy,' he says very quietly, 'it's just a jumper.' His voice sounds…sad? Before I can object, he pulls it over his head and drapes it over mine. 'It keeps you warm and hides your face!' he adds lightly. I laugh despite myself and out it on.

'Amy! What are you doing on the roof?' Lily's voice drifts from below us. I look down and see her craning her neck from a balcony on the second floor.

'Nothing!' I shout down.

'We're going now!'

'Ok!' I turn back to Sirius. 'Show me one more star.'

He scans the sky and then smiles. 'You see that small one there below the Little Dipper?'

'The one on it's own between those two groups of stars?'

'That's the one. That's the Dog Star.'

'Is that its name?'

'That's its title. Its name is-'

'What's its name?' James' voice shouts from below us.

Sirius rolls his eyes. 'Mind your own bloody business!' He leans into me and whispers in my ear.

'Sirius.'

'So your name is Sirius…like the star?'

'Like the star.'