So, before we begin, let me tell you of the genius behind this update. In fact, the first character introduced in this chapter does not belong to me, it belongs to her. You may know her as the AMAZING fanfic writer, Multiplied, whom this chapter is dedicated to twofold for reviewing and helping me out of a tight spot. Be sure to check out her stories!
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There was a very handsome boy in the Ravenclaw house, a sixth year by the name of Jacob Davies. And as so happens, this very boy was walking alongside the lakeshore when he heard the cracking ice like the smashing of glass. His pace picked up as he jogged onto the icy pier. Sirius had already reached it, but Davies pushed him out of the way and looked into the water.
Amelia slowly floated down into the water, getting colder and colder. When she couldn't hold her breath any more her very own body betrayed her and gave an involuntary breath. Icy water pierced her lungs and filled her. She choked and writhed, gulping more water. As she drifted out of consciousness, she thought she heard a loud splash and felt arms wrapping around her waist.
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Sirius sat by the hospital bed on Christmas day, staring at the small pile of gifts and get-well cards. Amelia wouldn't be opening her presents today, unless she woke up right now, before: 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. It was midnight. She'd been asleep for more than a day. Madame Pomfrey had done what she could, but now they could only wait. He thought to himself bitterly, What a great way to spend Christmas. Or, he thought, glancing at the clock, The day after Christmas. He glanced over at the corner. Slumped in his chair sat the boy who had dove in after Amelia. He'd needed Pomfrey's attention as well, but had already been assisted the day before and was free to leave. In fact, Sirius very much wanted the boy to leave, but the boy had blatantly refused. Sirius peered at the sleeping boy, how easy it would be to curse him now and be done with it. He crept up to the him, wand in hand. Suddenly there was an ear-splitting snore that tore across the room as the boy slid further down, off the seat and onto the floor, still sleeping. Sirius stared at the comical sight for a moment, then, shrugging sat back down by the bed.
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Lily sat outside the entrance to the Gryffindor tower and pulled her loose hair into a tight ponytail. Then she closed her eyes and leaned back. Suddenly, she felt a hand tug at her ponytail, leaving her hair loose once more. She glanced up, meeting Severus' eyes. He grinned and sat beside her, slinging his book bag onto the floor.
"You should let your hair down more often," he said running his eyes up and down the long strands of red hair. She smiled at him, then turned somber,
"Amelia hasn't gotten any better, and I can't help but feel it was because of me."
"Lily, you did nothing wrong, nothing at all!"
"You're a good friend, Sev." He beamed at her and she laughed softly. Then she remembered something.
"Hey, what were you trying to tell me that other day?" He grew red in the face,
"Er- nothing, just, um... to know if maybe we could... get together and study! Yes, that's all, nothing more." Lily frowned slightly,
"Oh."
"Here, try this one," he said, cracking open the spine of his textbook. He skimmed through the pages that they'd worked on that other time in the deserted corridor. His finger finally stopped on Levicorpus. She read silently, then looked at him confused,
"But... who am I going to practice on?"
"Just pick any old mud- I mean… muddled person to practice on."
"Sev! I wouldn't do that."
"Okay then… practice on me."
"Are you sure?"
"Sure, why not?"
"Levicorpus." Severus Snape was yanked off his feet and fell in a tangled heap. Lily let out a giggle as he straightened himself and called back,
"Levicorpus." She was hoisted upside down, emitting peals of laughter as her hands tugged at the hem of her skirt to keep it from falling. Still upside down she challenged him with her gaze,
"So this is how it is huh?" He laughed,
"Yes Lily, this is how it is. You should go, it's getting late." He placed a little flower over her ear and muttered the counter spell, catching her as she fell. Still giggling she shook her head and yelled goodbye before jogging off into the common room.
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Amelia's eyed fluttered open, but it wasn't Sirius who yelled in surprise, it was Davies. Her voice caught as he turned to an angle, calling Madame Pomfrey. She felt cold, trembling, and weak, but she couldn't stop watching Davies. He crouched down and held her hand as Madame Pomfrey fed her a nasty substance, muttering,
"This is the boy who rescued you, Ms. Rogue, you foolish girl. You should know better than to play by the lake! Mr. Davies, I must ask you and Mr. Black to leave now, Ms. Rogue needs time to recover." Mr. Black… Amelia turned and spotted Sirius' sulking in the corner. But she should've known he'd be there. Davies, however, was another story. Her lips remains sealed, but her eyes fluttered over to Davies again. He was looking out the window, so he didn't notice as she stared. Grinning, he turned back to her and squeezed her hand, saying,
"Hey, Jacob Davies. I used to be in your herbology class… I'm a year older, Ravenclaw." Amelia nodded slowly as Madame Pomfrey ushered the boys out. Sirius scuffed the floor with the worn soles, not even looking in her direction, but Davies winked at her before he left.
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"She says I still have to stay here, but honestly, it's the most boring thing ever!" Amelia complained, biting the head of a chocolate frog before squinting at the remains,
"Remus always did have that unhealthy fascination with chocolates… They're all coming back in what, two days?"
"Yeah," Lily muttered, "Including that Potter boy. And it isn't Madame Pomfrey's fault you fell into the lake." She turned to Amelia, who dangled the left-over chocolate leg above her mouth before dropping it and catching it in the air.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're just as obsessed about chocolate as Remus."
"Nah, I'm just happy nothing really serious happened," Amelia explained wrapping her fingers around a small box of Sassy Sours, popping a few into her mouth and wincing. Her eyes slammed shut and she clutched the bed sheets in her tightly wound fists. Lily had to suppress a chuckle as she finally spit out the remaining candy gasping for air.
"I swear those things are alive," she finally sputtered out, "And they're very, very EVIL."
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Remus sat by the window quietly munching away at a bit of chocolate, licking the melted remnants from his fingers every so often and attempting to ignore the ooing and ahing of Kelsey and Agatha, two Gryffindor 4th years who hadn't stopped watching James flex his almost indiscernible muscles since they'd left the station. Finishing the last piece of chocolate, he brushed his hair back with his right hand watching a flock of geese in the sky. Kelsey burst into hysterics, followed by Agatha, both now looking at Remus. He snapped out of his reverie and turned to James, confused. James looked at him, snorted, and bent over, clutching his shaking stomach as snorting laughter echoed in the compartment. Tears spilling from his eyes, he pointed and Remus' face, wheezing out something about brown and stains. Remus turned to the window, squinting at his reflection and blushing rapidly, coughing and trying to wipe his face clean. Long chocolate stains decorated his now red face and he muttered quietly something about heading of to the bathroom, leaving the other three still gasping for breath.
Remus half covered his face with his drooping sleeve, rushing to the bathroom as fast as possible, knocking a girl down to the floor on the way. Not lowering the sleeve, he bent down to help her up. She smiled and shook his hand,
"Lavina Warhak, nice to meet you Remus J. Lupin." He stared back, and she giggled,
"It says so on your shirt, silly!" Remus looked down and was hit on the nose by her pointing finger.
"Ha ha, made you look!" she squealed. Remus blushed again, further covering his face and nodding. She added seriously,
"I'm a Hufflepuff 5th year. You know, Helga Hufflepuff. Mum says we're descendants, but my last name isn't Hufflepuff. But I'm a Hufflepuff heir, you know, technically, because Mum says once Hufflepuff, always a Hufflepuff." Remus was speechless and did nothing but stare as the giggling girl tugged at his sleeve revealing his chocolate smudged face.
"Come ON, silly, I want to show you a picture of my Mum. I swear she looks just like Helga Hufflepuff. You know, the Helga Hufflepuff." Remus helplessly tagged along after her as she skipped away, continuously looking back and nudging him over.
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James kissed the girls on either cheek and got up.
"I hate to leave you two, but I really must find my fallen comrade! Who knows what ill has befallen him?" he said proudly. The girls swooned, hand on cheek, and sighed as they watching him leave. As soon as he had left, he leaned against the door and let out a long sigh of happiness. He almost turned to walk right back in when he remembered he was supposed to be looking for something… or was it someone… Moony, right. James cursed at Moony for getting lost on a stupid train, how lost could you get? It was pretty straightforward. He headed towards the bathroom first, grumbling and muttering under his breath. On his way there he heard giggling. A girl's giggling. His ears perked up as he decided to make a little stop before finding Moony. A dashing smile immediately grew on his face as he opened the door… and froze.
There was Remus, lying on the couch face up with his head hanging over the edge, a vivid red, still stained brown. A blonde girl wouldn't stop talking and giggling, and she kept poking Remus and asking him questions. James shook his head and knocked on the wall. The girl smiled, stopping in mid-sentence, and offered her hand.
"Lavina Warhak, nice to meet you James Potter." He shook her hand uneasily and she giggled, "It says your name on your shirt!" He looked down and she burst into giggles plopping down on Remus' stomach. He groaned in pain and looked at the wall while she chattered on,
"See? I told you it was a good trick. I don't reckon you can last much longer, you know, 'cause your face is all blotchy, silly. You owe me five sickles then, huh? Right, of course right. So have a seat James Potter. I bet silly here, I mean, Remus J Lupin, couldn't stay like that, with his head hanging upside down for twenty minutes. He still has five to go and he's all red and stuff, hahaha, silly boy. Silly lad, that Remus J Lupin. Well, James Potter, won't you sit?" James shook his head and slowly edged his way out of the compartment, leaving a pleading Remus behind. Stunned, he returned back to his own compartment, eager to continue talking to the ladies.
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The train slowed to a stop with a sudden lurch. Agatha had already left, and Kelsey watched James with awe-filled eyes as he hoisted the bags out and flashed her a grin. Muttering under his breath, he hauled both his and Remus' trunks outside. After waiting for a while he got bored and, picking up his trunk again, headed to the carriages that waited to take them back to the castle.
Remus squirmed under Lavina's weight. The crazy girl had fallen asleep still sitting on him, and he could scarcely breathe, let alone rescue the now squashed chocolate bar in his pocket. He cringed as Lavina let out a particularly loud snore; the train would be leaving soon. He finally managed to wriggle out from under her as air whooshed back into his lungs. She awoke, eyes bursting open in surprise, as the train jolted again and started off. She smiled, delightfully, obviously not realizing they would now be taken all the way back. He groaned, he had never missed the train stops before.
"Come on then, silly!" she said gleefully, yanking her trunk out. Remus thought he heard a croak as he was shoved in another direction by her flailing arms. A spindly wand was whipped out and after muttering a few words, the doors of the moving train were blasted open. He stared at her in disbelief, but couldn't say anything due to the fact that he was hurtled into oblivion at that very moment, crashing into a mess of leaves, twigs and pointy branches. Very point branches. Remus couldn't move, his spine aching where a particularly sharp stick had slammed against it. Lavina rose from another bush gracefully, not caring to brush off the debris that now littered her short wispy hair. She quickly jerked the trunk out of the leaves and offered her dirt covered hand to Remus. He cringed for a moment before grasping it and being hauled to his feet, bones cracking back into their rightful places as he clutched his midsection in howling pain. Lavina waited impatiently. As soon as he'd begun to steady himself, there she went, leaving Remus with no other choice than race after her, spotting his own abandoned trunk on the empty platform along with a cage containing a very irritated owl.
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Back in the common room word had gotten around that the rest of the students were arriving. Eager to catch up on things, and since they hadn't talked in awhile, Amelia was headed there to meet up with Remus. She'd been finally released the day before. Slipping on scarves, gloves and extra coats, she finally trudged out of the common room. As she turned the corner of the hallway, a voice called after her, "Hey, Rogue!"
She spun around immediately; no one had ever called her by her last name before. A tuft of dark hair appeared around the corner, followed by blue eyes, of a much deeper hue than hers. It was the same boy she'd met at the Hospital Wing. Mr. Davies, as Madame Pomfrey had put it. She stuttered, speechless, not knowing whether to answer back with his last name, or was it first? Or to just say hey. Or maybe run away and not make a fool of herself. He caught up to her quickly, pressing a pamphlet into her hand.
"You dropped this," he said, smiling. Her eyes slowly, reluctantly pulled away from his smile to the paper in her hand.
She tried to give it back, muttering, "Idon'tthinkthisismine,sorry," into her scarf. He simply closed her gloved fingers around the pamphlet.
"It's announcing a Hogsmeade weekend. You have plans, Rogue?" he said, words flowing easily from his mouth. She shook her head bravely, which caused him to laugh. A confused look crossed her face, but he merely brought his face closer, so their noses where almost touching.
"Consider it a date, then. I'll pick you up at six-thirty." And with that, he calmly strolled over back into the common room, leaving a very flustered Amelia in the hallway.
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Remus trudged wearily up the hillside, tugging his and Lavina's trunk behind him, listening patiently to her incessant chatter as she skipped along, carefree, and wishing all the time that they hadn't missed the carriages. She stopped, finally, by a large boulder. However, rather than sitting on it, she lay across it, dangling her head over the edge and peering at him curiously.
"I don't get it. Everything is so much more interesting upside down, and the feeling of blood rushing to your head is simply exquisite! You are a silly chap, aren't you, Remus J Lupin? Also, Remus J Lupin, don't forget you owe me five sickles. That's one, two, three, four, five. Five sickles, Remus J Lupin. James Potter is a colorful lad, isn't he? I heard he's into that Lily Evans. Poor Lily Evans, and pity James Potter didn't have time to chat. But tell me about you Remus J Lupin. It's such as nice name isn't it? Not nicer than Lavina Warhak, that does have a certain Hufflepuff ring to it, but Remus J Lupin isn't too bad at all. Did you know that the Warhaks are very good friends will Helga? Yes, that's right, theHelga, you know Hufflepuff. As in Helga Hufflepuff? Did I tell you my mum once had tea with the Prime Minister? It's true. She brought his monogrammed napkin home and showed me. It has a P and an M, like Pine Motel, only it stands for Prime Minister, of course. I believe the Prime Minister is also related to Hufflepuff somehow, can't recall…"
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Amelia rubbed her hands together furiously, shivering despite the bundles of clothing she wore. The horseless carriages arrived, emptying loads of relaxed students. Among them she spotted James, but Remus was nowhere in sight.
"James, where Remus go?" Amelia asked, finally catching up to him.
"Oh, Moony? Dunno. Was with some totally weird chick, Latvia Warhead or something like that. So, Martinez, is it? You 'get it on' with our dear old Pads while I was away? Or did you miss me too much?"
"Keep dreaming, Potter."
"Ouch, Martinez, I'm hurt! And I will keep dreaming, thanks for the suggestion." She rolled her eyes and sighed, ignoring him and deciding to wait for Remus anyway.
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Remus J Lupin, as Lavina Warhak had called him, finally reached the stairs and the entrance to the castle. As he set Lavina's bag down, she bent over and kissed him, once on each cheek. Giggling, she lifted her trunk, with the odd croaking and all, and skipped up the steps. Remus was blushing, a hand on each of his warm cheeks, when he felt a poke on the shoulder.
"Awww, hooked up already, have we?" Amelia said in between spurts of laughter. Remus turned an even deeper shade of red, if that was possible.
"Oh," she added, "And you have stains all over your face. What'd you do, dip your head in a vat of chocolate?" Smiling, she helped him pick up the trunk as he mumbled excuses under his breath.
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As said before, the wonderful Davies Dreamboat belongs to Multiplied, so all credit for everything involving him goes to this AMAZING person, love ya! And then of course, my faithful reviewers, such as Chill-C AND the new ones, which would be you, Nautikitti! You guys make my day, thank you!
Second point is that I'm trying to lighten up the story a bit, 'cause even I was getting a bit down writing all the sadness and drama, so here's to that:D :D :D :D
And hey if you haven't already left a review, please do, I'd love to have any constructive criticism whatsoever. No flames though! And if you're going to criticize the story, I'd REALLY appreciate it if you could say what I can do improve, or what I'm doing wrong. HOWEVER, a simple yes or no will suffice :)