A/N: Nope. That wasn't the end. YAY! There's a whole lot more to come. Well, sort of.

CHAPTER 25

As we walked back to everyone, I couldn't help thinking about Bellatrix in my head and what she had said.

"You're in love with that blood-traitor." She laughed at this, "LOVE? That muggle-lover isn't capable of real love. He's a Black, whether he admits it or not. And no one can love a Black like him. And he can't love anyone else. You're a fool. A mudblood fool. Love will just be the death of him. Of both of you," she said.

Maybe he wasn't capable of love. I looked at him, but he wouldn't look at me.

Oh great, this was going to be another Remus thing where I kissed him and then he ignored me for a couple of days.

I breathed out slowly. Please Merlin. Please let me be wrong for once.

SIRIUS' POV

It had been a month since Fayre had kissed me. I dreamt about it every night. Replaying that moment in my head over and over and over and over…

Did I do the right thing? By kissing her back?

I knew I was just going to end up breaking her heart. Or she, mine, I always added without thinking. It scared me, for one girl to have so much power over me.

"You're in love with me," she said before pressing her lips softly against mine. And it was true. I was in love with her.

"I-I love you," I whispered breathlessly.

I love her, I thought. Then why have I been avoiding her?

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"Did you and Fayre have a fight or something?" asked James.

"Fight? No, no fight," I replied. James looked up past me and then looked into my eyes.

"What happened?"

"Nothing," I replied quickly.

"She keeps giving you this hurt expression and you just keep avoiding her. She doesn't wear your necklace anymore and you don't wear her pin anymore," whispered James. I turned around then and looked at Fayre's bare neck. She wasn't wearing my necklace. I met her eyes and we stared at each other a moment too long and then she turned away, looking confused. My heart raced. She doesn't wear the necklace anymore. Does that mean she doesn't care for me anymore? I was still wearing her pin, just on the inside of my robes.

"I don't really want to talk about it," I said keeping a straight face. Making sure my hurt didn't show.

I turned to watch Fayre again. She was looking at me. And as she looked at me, she grabbed some guy's arm and left the Common Room. I narrowed my eyes.

Who the bloody hell was he?

FAYRE'S POV

"He just won't talk to me," I said sadly making swirls with my quill on parchment in the library. John sighed and pushed his glasses up more on his nose.

"Then just talk to him," he said.

"You don't get it. I kissed him. He's ignoring me now," I said twirling my neon green hair.

"But he kissed you back," said John closing his book, knowing now that he won't be able to study because I was talking. I chewed on my lower lip. In the Common Room, I saw Sirius looking at me. And the second time he looked at me, I grabbed John's arm and left to the Library in an attempt to get Sirius jealous.

"Yeah, but now he's ignoring me!"

"SHH!" said the Librarian.

"Sorry," we both said.

"Well, didn't you say he might not be capable of love? Or that maybe he's scared of love?" asked John.

"Well, yeah…"

"So, maybe he's just scared. And he needs some space to work out his feelings," said John writing something on his parchment.

"But, it's been a month…"

"Point being?"

"Well, isn't that enough space? I mean, term's almost over… And then we graduate and…leave. Don't you think he wants time with me?"

"Are you saying you won't see each other after Hogwarts?"

"No… That's not what I'm saying at all," I said slowly.

"That's what I heard."

"I just don't know what's going to happen after Hogwarts," I said.

"Do you know what you want to be when you're older?" asked John, his green eyes looking curiously at me.

"Something to do with potions," I sighed. His eyes turned thoughtful.

"Huh. I never knew that," he said.

"What do you want to be?" I asked.

"A writer," he said looking up at me.

"Like Lily," I smiled. He nodded, blushing. I didn't know whether that implied that he liked Lily or that he just didn't like the attention I was giving him…

"I have to go. Bye John," I said getting up. He just nodded and then went back to his book.

"You've been really helpful. Thanks," I said as I stood there. He just looked at me with his green eyes.

As I left the Library, I ran into a boy with auburn hair and deep blue eyes. I fell on top of him, his back hitting the floor.

"Oh my Merlin! I'm so sorry! That wasn't… I'm sorry!" I said getting off of him and then picking up my books.

"No, my fault," he said, getting up.

"Who are you?" I asked him. He wasn't a student here.

"I'm Harry. I work for the Daily Prophet. Heard someone was murdered here," he said.

"That was a while ago," I blushed. My face felt hot from remembering.

"No, there's another one. I wouldn't have come if it was only one," he said.

"There was another one?" I asked.

"Yes, this morning," he said.

"Who? Do you know who?" I asked.

"I'm surprised you don't know," he said.

"I slept in, I have no idea…"

"Carley Henries was found dead on Hogwarts grounds this morning," said Harry. I stared at him, unblinking, shocked. Carley? The evil Hufflepuff? Dead?

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I burst into the Gryffindor Common Room. The Marauders and Lily looked up from their spots on the couches near the fire.

"Carley, she's… She's dead," I stammered. Sirius just looked at me shocked.