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Strangest Friends
Chapter 15: Not So Junk Mail

Jamie walked down the driveway, flipping through the mail.
"Bill... junk... junk... what's this?" She pulled out a letter from her Aunt Tracy. She ripped it open as she walked into their house. Her eyes widened.
"Oh my, gosh, Sirius!" Jamie called, leaning against the counter to stand up.
"Jamie, what's wrong?" Sirius rushed in, grabbing Jamie before she fell onto the floor. She waved the letter in front of him. Sirius laid her in her arms and carried her into the living room and put her on the couch. He unfolded the letter and read it.
"'Dear Jamie, Hi, I'm sorry to tell you this, but your parents died yesterday at the London Mall.' Oh, Jamie, I'm so sorry," Sirius said, and sat down next to her.
"Keep reading," Jamie said, waving her hand.
"'As you probably know, this is because of Lord Voldemort. I'm very sorry. There isn't going to be a service, because it said in their will that they only wanted to be cremated. I'm sorry. Love, Aunt Tracy.' I'm so sorry, Jamie," Sirius said, finishing the letter and setting it down.
"Sirius, do you remember when Tessa died? And I said that I wasn't going to let him hurt anyone close to me anymore?" Jamie asked, Sirius holding her. "Well, it looks like he's gotten the better of me."
"Shh, it's ok," Sirius said, rocking her gently back and forth. "Don't worry."
"I can't believe it, Sirius," Jamie said, crying into his chest. "My mum and dad. Dead. It's just wrong..."
"Don't worry," Sirius said to Jamie, running his fingers through her hair. "It's going to be ok."
"Oh, man, this sucks," Jamie said, shaking her head. "By the way, there's something from Professor Dumbledore in there too."
Sirius got up and picked up the stack of letters and opened it up after coming back by Jamie. "Oh no..."
"What now?" Jamie asked, sitting up and whiping the tears from her eyes. She picked up the letter and read it. It said that a spy of Professor Dumbledore's had tipped him off that Lily and James were being searched for by Voldemort. And when people were being searched for by Voldemort, it usually wasn't to give them a birthday present. but they weren't supposed to say anything to James an Lily until after they got married. He thought that they should be safe in Godric's Hollow until then.
"Oh no," Jamie said, repeating Sirius. "I can't believe this. All on one day."
She looked up at Sirius. We was looking into space, his eyes wide and frightened. He had just learned that his best friend was probably going to die. This time it was Jamie's turn to comfort Sirius.
"Oh, Sirius, come here," she said and moved next to him. "Don't worry, it's going to be ok."
"Jamie, I can't believe this..." Sirius said, crying. "James... he's the strongest person I know. It's impossible. And they're getting married next week. This is so terrible. I can't..."
"Shh," Jamie said to Sirius, rubbing his back. "Shh... it's going to be ok."
Jamie hated seeing Sirius like this. They hadn't had any big Voldemort problems since when Tessa died, so Sirius hadn't broken down in a long time. Each time he did, though, she felt like her insides were being ripped apart.
"We have to tell them," Sirius said.
"No, they're happy not knowing right now," Jamie said. "Wait until after the wedding."
"But they... oh man," he ran into the bathroom and Jamie heard him throwing up and her heart sank.
She slowly walked up the steps and entered the bathroom where she saw Sirius kneeling in front of the toilet, his forehead leaning against the edge of the bowl.
"Sirius-," Jamie began.
"Just leave me alone," Sirius whispered.
Jamie backed out of the bathroom and gently closed the door, she began to cry silently as she walked up the rest of the stairs and sat on the edge of her and Sirius's bed. She couldn't get the picture of Sirius crying when they were in their seventh year in The Three Broomsticks. She shook her head and crawled under the comforter, wishing she could sleep and start the day over again.
As she drifted slowly to sleep, she didn't see Sirius walk down the hallway and peer into the room to see Jamie in their bed. He walked into living room and started to cry.

Jamie woke up at about 7:30 at night with her stomach rumbling. Although she didn't think that she could keep anything down, she walking into the kitchen and poured herself a bowl of cereal. She quickly ate and then searched the house for Sirius.
"Sirius... where are you?" she said as she down the flight of stairs and walked into the living room. Jamie caustiously entere, to find Sirius lying on the bed, his semi-long hair hiding his face. Jamie tip-toed to where he was and sat next to him. She carefully brushed his hair, which was damp because of his tears, out of his face. He was asleep and Jamie knew it. Sirius's face was tear streaked and there was some tears still leaking out of his eyes. Jamie's heart broke when she looked at him.
Jamie stood up and left the door open for him. She was reminded of the one time last year that Sirius had come down with a nasty bout of the flu. She had been his nurse, it seemed. She stayed out from work for the whole time he was sick so that she could take care of him.
As Jamie walked up the first three steps, he heard Sirius call out her name. She quickly turned and ran into the living room.
"Sirius, what's wrong?" she asked, kneeling next to him.
"Oh my, God, Jamie," he said and wrapped her in his arms. "I just had a nightmare... oh, man."
Jamie's heart broke for the umpteenth time that day. "It's ok, Sirius, I'm right here."
Sirius looked up at her and smiled slightly. "Thanks."
"It's ok," she said. "Are you hungry?"
"Yeah, but if I throw up again, it's not my fault," he said.
Jamie went back into the kitchen and poured him a bowl of cereal. She saw Sirius stagger in and sit at the dining room table, his hands buring his face.
"Sirius?" Jamie said quietly as she set down the bowl.
He jumped up and said, "Oh, sorry. Thanks."
"No problem," Jamie said, sitting down across the table from him.
She sat in silence, watching Sirius eat his cereal.
As he finished, she said, "Si?"
"Hmm?"
"Sirius, you have to promise me something," Jamie said.
"What?" he asked her, looking up from his cereal.
"You can't tell Lily or James about this," Jamie said.
"Jamie, I have to tell them," Sirius said furiously. "They have a right to know!"
"Sirius, they're happy not knowing!" Jamie said, her voice rising slightly.
"They should know that they are about to be killed, anytime, anywhere!" Sirius yelled.
"They're getting married next week! They should have a stress-free week, just to themselves, not worrying about when Voldemort is going to burst in to kill them!" Jamie shouted.
"Jamie, you just don't get it! If you were about to be killed by Voldemort, wouldn't you want to know?" Sirius yelled back.
"Do I have to remind you, Sirius, that I was already almost killed by him?" Jamie replied coldly.
Sirius threw his hands up in the air and went to a drawer and pulled out a pack of cigarrettes. He hardly ever smoked, only when stress was getting the better of him, and he knew that Jamie hated the smell and the fact that he ever did. He lit one and began to puff on it, glaring at Jamie.
"Put that out," Jamie said, crossing her arms, looking as if she was about to lose her cool.
Sirius blew smoke out of his mouth. Jamie's eyes lowered, making her look "intimidating" and she walked over to him, pulled it out of his mouth and put it out in the sink.
"Have fun on the couch tonight," she said coldly.
With that, she stormed up the stairs and slammed the bedroom door closed.
"Damn it!" Sirius yelled and threw his cereal bowl across the room, making it shatter against the wall. After getting his sudden surge of violence out, he went into the living room and threw a blanket and a pillow on the bed. He pulled off his shirt and threw it into a corner and jumped into the couch. This is what happened after every fight. Jamie would storm into their bedroom, and Sirius would break some sort of dish, then spend the night on the couch. It was a very on-going thing.
Sirius was grumbling on the couch about his good-for-nothing-girl-friend, and how no one understood him, and how he needed a psychiatrist, when he heard Jamie walk down the stairs. She came into the living room and picked up her book, disregarding Sirius on the couch. Sirius's eyes followed her out of the room, and decided to go into their bedroom and change his clothes. 'After all,' he thought, 'it was his room too.'
Sirius walked down the hallway and slowly pushed the door open.
"I'm not going to kill you," Jamie said, looking up at Sirius. "You can come in."
Instead of saying something snide, Sirius did the wise thing and kept his mouth shut. He walked into the room and changed into his pajamas.
"You don't have to sleep on the couch," Jamie sighed as she watched Sirius walk towards the door over her book.
Sirius was suprised, but didn't say so. He climbed into the bed and rolled so he wasn't facing Jamie.
"You know, I'm not that pissed off anymore, I'm not going to attack you or anything," Jamie said with a hint of sarcasm.
Sirius rolled his eyes and rolled onto his back. He stared up at the ceiling. It was silent in the bedroom except for the occasional flipping of pages on Jamie's part. Sirius was weighting the pros and cons of apoligizing or not. He sighed and thought, 'What the heck.'
"Jamie..." he said.
"Yes, Mr. Black," she said sardonically.
"Haha," he said. "Um... I'm sorry, it's just, you know, with all this going on, I just kind of lost my cool, you know?"
"Mh hm," Jamie said, turning the page.
"Well, uh..." She wasn't helping this become any easier.
"I'm sorry too," Jamie said. "You're right, we should let Lily and James know, but Professor Dumbledore said not to."
"You're right," Sirius said. "We should let them enjoy their last week being somewhat single without any worries and all that."
"Glad you agree with me," Jamie said and bent the page in which she was reading, and threw her book on the floor. "I can't believe that this all happened on one day, though. It's almost as if Voldemort planned it this way."
"Yeah," Sirius said, glad to not be on the couch. It always hurt his back.
"I just hope nothing bad happens, Si," Jamie said, laying back in the bed. "I don't think I could take more deaths."
"Don't worry," Sirius said to Jamie.
"Especially you," Jamie said, totally taking him off guard.
He laughed for some reason.
"And what's so funny?" Jamie asked him, turning on her side.
"It's just kind of funny how one moment you were banning me to the couch and the next thing I know you're telling me that you don't want me to die," Sirius said, smiling. "Not exactly how all of our fights end, eh?"
"Nope," Jamie said, turning off the lights and going to sleep.

A/N: Nope, I'm not one of those, oooh, I have to write all the intimate scenes, mwa ha ha. Nope, I have friends reading these, man! lol! Please reply!!!