Sorry for the really long wait but as any of you who have checked my profile will know, I was in SWEDEN! On a sailing holiday. But as I flew in yesterday I figure I should put up another chapter to apologise for the wait.

Someone PM'ed me to ask whether this fic was finished yet and it IS NOT! Don't worry, there's the rest of their seventh year and beyond to write about yet

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That night, that of Christmas Eve, I couldn't sleep. I don't know if it was the shock of finding myself actually dating Sirius Black, (something I'd sworn never to do) or that I was still trembling from my interrogation (which had gone on for hours) or that I missed Sirius's and my witty banter late into the night that I had become accustomed to (like one becomes accustomed to torture each night and actually bonds with their kidnapper) but I just lay awake, tossing and turning well into the night before Jazz finally lobbed a pillow at me and hissed that 'I had better quit the wriggling before she quit it for me.' So I lay there, not daring to move (Jazz would certainly follow up her threat) when I heard it.

A clatter.

I wondered vaguely if Lizzie's owl had got shut out again and sloped over to the window, opening it. I leaned out and swallowed a swear word as something hit me straight between the eyes.

"OUCH!"

"Awh, sugar! You OK Twink?"

I would be Sirius wouldn't it.

"No I am damn well not OK. What the hell are you doing here? And what the hell is THAT!"

THAT turned out to be a huge, black, flying muggle motorbike.

Sirius looked so proud of it, like a parent when their child says it's first word.

Do Muggle motorbikes even fly?

"Do Muggle motorbikes even fly?"

"Jump on and I'll explain later,"

I shrank back, "NO WAY!"

"Why not, don't you trust me?"

"Of course I don't, the last time I trusted you, you got me so drunk you had to carry me back to Gryffindor Tower. And the time before that you got us stuck together, and the time before that-"

He threw up his hands in surrender, "Thou wounds me fair lady! Are you coming or not?"

I rolled my eyes, "Hang on," and disappeared back into my dormitory to get changed. I cannot believe I am doing this I thought, Sirius's hair brained schemes always were dangerous (just look at what happened last time) had terrible consequences and were the most exciting thing I had ever done.

So I guess that's why, five minutes later, I clambered onto the back of the bike, rapped my arms around his stomach and let adventure, in the form of my boyfriend, take me wherever it wanted to go.

What can I say? Some of his insanity was bound to rub off in me right?

After a few minutes of soaring across the sky I finally got the courage to peel open my eyes and took a quick glance down, gulped and immediately wished I hadn't. I'm not good with heights. Not good with heights as in 'DearGodi'mbeggingyouletmedownbeforei'msick' type not good. And then Sirius had to yank the handlebars down almost vertically and hit the accelerator again so we were plummeting towards the very hard looking ground at breakneck (most likely my neck) speed.

I screamed then, as the ground hit the bike (or was it the other way round?) I tumbled of and staggered across to the nearest tree throwing my arms around it's gnarled trunk and sinking to the ground.

Sirius laughed at me.

My boyfriend is very unfeeling sometimes.

"You are never..." I gasped out, still clinging to my tree, "getting my on that ruddy thing ever ever EVER again!"

"How are you going to get back to the castle then?"

Sometimes I really hate my boyfriend.

I folded my arms across my chest and scowled. He smiled at me and swung his leg over the bike's seat, crouching down beside me.

"Come on."

I let him pull me to my feet, I let him lead me up a small grassy hillock, I let him hold my hand because really I couldn't do anything else. What he was showing me was to beautiful to think of such earthly matters.

We stood together on top of the hill overlooking the lake, the crescent moon shining over the glistening water, snowflakes drifting around us on dancing wings. Strange music was drifting up from beneath the waters, beautiful, haunting, familiar. A single bubble drifted towards me and for a second I saw my father's face, pale, reflected on its surface.

And then it was gone, drifting away, a memory I would never know. And it was just me and Sirius. Alone, on Christmas Eve. At Hogwarts.

"Happy Christmas Arty" He whispered and pulled me close. We sat there on that hill, bathed in moonlight and the merfolk's song and each other's arms.

And truly, I felt I belonged.