James sat in shock. The room was silent. Sirius took another sip. "Wow, Padfoot, I…I didn't know…"
"You didn't know what? Come on, spit it out, Prongs."
"I didn't realize…" he stammared.
"Sure you did. It was in the back of your mind. You just never wanted to admit it," Sirius said bitterly.
"Do you remember when we got suspended in fourth year? Our parents had to pick us up?" James asked.
"Of course I do. We hung all of the Slytherins clothes on the Whomping Willow," Sirius shrugged nonchlantly.
"I remember you were shaking like a leaf. And when you're father came through the Floo, you instantly stopped. I've always wondered why," James paused, "but I can pretty much guess now. How come you kept so much bottled up?"
Sirius shook his head. "I don't know, Prongs. I thought you would …look at me weird."
"Padfoot…never. You're my best friend." James then did something he would never do in front of anyone else. He hugged Sirius. It wasn't a slap-on-the-back kind of hug. It was family hug, that one hug that will always comfort you. Sirius sniffed, and tried to hold back tears, but the effort was wasted. Sirius Orion Black cried.
"Charles, have you seen the boys?" Diane Potter asked her husband. She was in the kitchen cleaning up after supper. "It's nearly nine, surely they would've come downstairs by now."
Charles shrugged. He was focusing in on the radio. They were reading off a report from two Aurors. "Diane, did the Prophet have anything about Muggle attacks again?"
"No, it just listed newly-found deaths from the latest one. Why?"
"They," he jabbed his finger at the radio, "have a report from two of my colleagues about a new one that happened yesterday."
"Well, you're an Auror, wouldn't you have already known?"
"Yes, I would have," he replied tiredly. "I did know beforehand."
"Then why did you ask?"
Charles sighed. "I wanted to know if the public knew." Diane sat down across from him. Togeth, they listened to the radio in silence.
If anyone knows what the wizarding radio is called, please tell me!
