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CHAPTER 4- GUT FEELINGS
The six friends (seven if you include Peter, but I don't like him very much so he probably won't be included in this story very often) woke up one morning a few weeks later with an uneasy feeling in their guts. None of them knew exactly what was bothering them, but they had all concluded individually that something wasn't right. It was because of this uneasiness that the Great Hall was unusually quiet during breakfast. McGonagall looked upon the group with questioning eyes. This was the first time since they had received their detentions for pranking the Slytherins that none of them were laughing loudly or announcing to the entire school the bit of gossip that they may have come across since the last meal. It wasn't until Abby spoke that each of them knew that the uneasiness was felt by all.
"Do you guys feel it too?" she asked, in between mouthfuls of eggs.
"I'm glad I'm not the only one," came James' reply. "What do you think is going on?"
The group didn't have to wait much longer to find out. At that very moment, hundreds of owls swooped into the room to deliver the days post. Sirius, Abby, James, and Lily each received a large number of letters from the guys and girls who fancied them, otherwise known as their fan clubs. These weren't what the group was worried about however, for it was a daily thing. No, the letters that were being gawked at during that very moment were the official ministry letters that topped each pile off. Lily was the first to open hers. She slowly read the letter enclosed before she took off crying, running into a student here and there. Due to Lily's reaction, Sirius, James, and Abby ripped open their letters to find exactly what they had dreaded-
We regret to inform you that your parents were murdered last night in the home of Mr. and Mrs. Anthony Potter by the dark wizard Lord Voldermort. The only survivor, Petunia Evans, claimed that the gathering was a planning for a surprise birthday celebration for one James Potter. Sincerely, Alastor Moody Auror
Simultaneously, tears began to fall on each of their cheek, including Remus and Sabrina who had been reading over their friend's shoulders. Sirius, Remus, and Sabrina each leapt up from the table and ran out of the room, in the same direction as Lily. James just sat there across from Abby completely stunned. They looked at each other, not knowing what to say (I know that I should have said this earlier, but James and Abby have known each other almost their entire lives). They each got up slowly and walked out of the Great Hall, not really sure what to say to each other. Unknown to them, Dumbledore had also begun to look upon the group. He turned to McGonagall and said, "This group has had nothing but good times together. I know that they will be able to get through this as long as they stay friends. The only thing I fear is that they will break away from each other somehow. If they do so, then the world as we know it may come to an end and havoc will wreak itself upon all."
"Are you sure Albus? I mean really. They're very smart, but could the rest of the wizarding world really rest on their shoulders?"
"Indeed it does Minerva. I believe that it will be that group that either saves us or breaks us."
Inside their house common room, the group sat around the fire staring at the blazing flames that danced inside the brick barrier. Each of the three boys had tear streaked shirts from the girls, and cheeks from themselves. It had been three hours since they had received the news about their parents, and the reality still hadn't completely hit them. Sirius and Abby were still waiting for someone to run into the room and start shouting it was a joke. James was blaming himself because it occurred during the planning of his birthday party. Lily was wondering why anyone would go after her Muggle parents. Sabrina and Remus were trying to think of ways to cheer up their friends, but were too busy grieving themselves to think straight. Each of them knew there was no way to logically think about what had happened; they just knew that in order to cope they needed to be around each other.
All of a sudden, Dumbledore walked in and direct himself towards the group by the fire. He knew that they were suffering; he just didn't know that they were each blaming themselves in a way. He looked into each of their eyes and saw the pain and fear that they expressed without even attempting to be strong. There were no words that he could say that would change how they felt or what they were thinking, all he could do was comfort them and offer them an ear if they felt in any way they needed to speak to someone.
"I know that each of you are feeling the pain and hurt that comes with such tragedies," he began, "But I just want you to know that this is not the end. Your parents still live on within you. You cannot let your guard down. We are going through tough times, and the worst is yet to come. I believe that you will all make it through this. You NEED to make it through this so that you can help others as well as prevent your families from suffering in the future. I am here for you if you need me. My door is always open. Just know I am here to listen, and you should all be there to listen to each other. It's friendships like yours that have people stay optimistic. Please don't make yourselves suffer more than is needed. Otherwise, you may never be able to help the others that will also have to go through this, and you will never be able to help yourselves." And with this knowledgeable and kind words, Dumbledore turned and walked out the portrait hole, leaving the six deep in thought over what he had just said.
"He's right you know," came James. "We can't let this destroy our lives. Our parents had no chance to defend themselves. We need to make sure that this Lord Voldermort guy is never given that opportunity again." As he said this, Lily looked up from where she had been crying into James' shirt. She looked into his eyes and thought, "For being such an idiot most of the time, he does have his moments." It was at that exact time that James looked into here eyes and they shared a connection. He then kissed her on the forehead and pulled her close. She didn't resist. She needed the comfort of his smell, and the strength of his arms that Quidditch had provided him. She looked over at Abby and saw her in a similar position with Sirius; only Sirius' eyes were closed as if he were deep in thought. "Now there's something I didn't know he was capable of; thinking and comforting Abby without hitting on her. I guess there's more to these guys then we ever have them credit for."
Sirius looked down at the small figure in his arms. "She's not always tough," he thought. He knew that the tomboy in her would never go away, but there were still times when she needed to be held like she was a little girl. Now was one of these times. He knew that he would do anything to keep her safe, even if they were just friends. Feelings that he had been having for the past couple of weeks had been confusing him, but he soon realized that his days of being the Hogwarts Playboy were over. He was beginning to fall for someone, and hard. He knew that this wasn't the best time to be thinking about his feelings towards Abby. His parents had just been murdered; he should be mourning like her. But he couldn't cry anymore. He knew that there was no way that he could change what had happened. Life didn't work that way. The only think that he could do now was think about the future like Dumbledore said. He knew that he would do anything to keep his friends out of harms way. Right now however, he just wanted to concentrate on the fragile figure that was curled up in his arms about ready to fall asleep finally from crying and tiring herself out. "Let her be ok," he prayed. "Let her get over this and move on with her life. Let her realize that we all love her and that just because our parents are all gone, doesn't mean that life shouldn't go on."
Abby was heartbroken. She had never lost a family member, or a friend before. "Who is this Lord Voldermort?" she wondered. "Who the hell would do this? My parents have never done anything to anyone. Neither have James of Sirius'. You could never find kinder people. So what is with this bullshit that makes some guy think he needs to go off and murder 3 prominent pureblood families and a Muggle family that hardly knew anything about the wizarding world? What was the point?" All of these questions danced around in her head as she let the tears stream down her face. She suddenly realized that she was pretty much lying on top of Sirius. She could hear his heartbeat through his chest and noticed that their breathing was following the same pattern. It was times like these that she had more than friend feelings for Sirius. He was always there to comfort her, even if he was the one that made her upset in the first place. He knew what to do to calm her down just as well as he knew the best ways to push her buttons and make her mad. "At least being around Sirius means that life will never get boring," she thought
Sabrina and Remus watched their friend with caution. While all four of them looked deep in thought, Sabrina and Remus could only imagine what it was that they were going through. They both cried because they had known the Blacks, Potters, and Evans' since the summer between 2nd and 3rd years. But now, they just sat there with tear stained cheeks and Remus' wet t-shirt from Sabrina watching and making sure their friend didn't do anything drastic.
It wasn't long before Lily, Abby, and Sabrina all fell asleep on their counterpart. Even though the day had been horrible, the three boys smiled. They picked up the sleeping beauties and carried them up to the girls' dorm placing them on their respectable beds. A kiss on the forehead to each left the girls feeling safe and the boys satisfied that they were able to calm not only the girls but themselves down as well. Then the boys marched across the hall to their dormitory and climbed into their own beds. They knew now was not the time to talk. It could wait until morning. Then they fell asleep, thinking about what the next day would bring.
Disclaimer: I own whatever you don't know already. The rest is Rowling's.
CHAPTER 4- GUT FEELINGS
The six friends (seven if you include Peter, but I don't like him very much so he probably won't be included in this story very often) woke up one morning a few weeks later with an uneasy feeling in their guts. None of them knew exactly what was bothering them, but they had all concluded individually that something wasn't right. It was because of this uneasiness that the Great Hall was unusually quiet during breakfast. McGonagall looked upon the group with questioning eyes. This was the first time since they had received their detentions for pranking the Slytherins that none of them were laughing loudly or announcing to the entire school the bit of gossip that they may have come across since the last meal. It wasn't until Abby spoke that each of them knew that the uneasiness was felt by all.
"Do you guys feel it too?" she asked, in between mouthfuls of eggs.
"I'm glad I'm not the only one," came James' reply. "What do you think is going on?"
The group didn't have to wait much longer to find out. At that very moment, hundreds of owls swooped into the room to deliver the days post. Sirius, Abby, James, and Lily each received a large number of letters from the guys and girls who fancied them, otherwise known as their fan clubs. These weren't what the group was worried about however, for it was a daily thing. No, the letters that were being gawked at during that very moment were the official ministry letters that topped each pile off. Lily was the first to open hers. She slowly read the letter enclosed before she took off crying, running into a student here and there. Due to Lily's reaction, Sirius, James, and Abby ripped open their letters to find exactly what they had dreaded-
We regret to inform you that your parents were murdered last night in the home of Mr. and Mrs. Anthony Potter by the dark wizard Lord Voldermort. The only survivor, Petunia Evans, claimed that the gathering was a planning for a surprise birthday celebration for one James Potter. Sincerely, Alastor Moody Auror
Simultaneously, tears began to fall on each of their cheek, including Remus and Sabrina who had been reading over their friend's shoulders. Sirius, Remus, and Sabrina each leapt up from the table and ran out of the room, in the same direction as Lily. James just sat there across from Abby completely stunned. They looked at each other, not knowing what to say (I know that I should have said this earlier, but James and Abby have known each other almost their entire lives). They each got up slowly and walked out of the Great Hall, not really sure what to say to each other. Unknown to them, Dumbledore had also begun to look upon the group. He turned to McGonagall and said, "This group has had nothing but good times together. I know that they will be able to get through this as long as they stay friends. The only thing I fear is that they will break away from each other somehow. If they do so, then the world as we know it may come to an end and havoc will wreak itself upon all."
"Are you sure Albus? I mean really. They're very smart, but could the rest of the wizarding world really rest on their shoulders?"
"Indeed it does Minerva. I believe that it will be that group that either saves us or breaks us."
Inside their house common room, the group sat around the fire staring at the blazing flames that danced inside the brick barrier. Each of the three boys had tear streaked shirts from the girls, and cheeks from themselves. It had been three hours since they had received the news about their parents, and the reality still hadn't completely hit them. Sirius and Abby were still waiting for someone to run into the room and start shouting it was a joke. James was blaming himself because it occurred during the planning of his birthday party. Lily was wondering why anyone would go after her Muggle parents. Sabrina and Remus were trying to think of ways to cheer up their friends, but were too busy grieving themselves to think straight. Each of them knew there was no way to logically think about what had happened; they just knew that in order to cope they needed to be around each other.
All of a sudden, Dumbledore walked in and direct himself towards the group by the fire. He knew that they were suffering; he just didn't know that they were each blaming themselves in a way. He looked into each of their eyes and saw the pain and fear that they expressed without even attempting to be strong. There were no words that he could say that would change how they felt or what they were thinking, all he could do was comfort them and offer them an ear if they felt in any way they needed to speak to someone.
"I know that each of you are feeling the pain and hurt that comes with such tragedies," he began, "But I just want you to know that this is not the end. Your parents still live on within you. You cannot let your guard down. We are going through tough times, and the worst is yet to come. I believe that you will all make it through this. You NEED to make it through this so that you can help others as well as prevent your families from suffering in the future. I am here for you if you need me. My door is always open. Just know I am here to listen, and you should all be there to listen to each other. It's friendships like yours that have people stay optimistic. Please don't make yourselves suffer more than is needed. Otherwise, you may never be able to help the others that will also have to go through this, and you will never be able to help yourselves." And with this knowledgeable and kind words, Dumbledore turned and walked out the portrait hole, leaving the six deep in thought over what he had just said.
"He's right you know," came James. "We can't let this destroy our lives. Our parents had no chance to defend themselves. We need to make sure that this Lord Voldermort guy is never given that opportunity again." As he said this, Lily looked up from where she had been crying into James' shirt. She looked into his eyes and thought, "For being such an idiot most of the time, he does have his moments." It was at that exact time that James looked into here eyes and they shared a connection. He then kissed her on the forehead and pulled her close. She didn't resist. She needed the comfort of his smell, and the strength of his arms that Quidditch had provided him. She looked over at Abby and saw her in a similar position with Sirius; only Sirius' eyes were closed as if he were deep in thought. "Now there's something I didn't know he was capable of; thinking and comforting Abby without hitting on her. I guess there's more to these guys then we ever have them credit for."
Sirius looked down at the small figure in his arms. "She's not always tough," he thought. He knew that the tomboy in her would never go away, but there were still times when she needed to be held like she was a little girl. Now was one of these times. He knew that he would do anything to keep her safe, even if they were just friends. Feelings that he had been having for the past couple of weeks had been confusing him, but he soon realized that his days of being the Hogwarts Playboy were over. He was beginning to fall for someone, and hard. He knew that this wasn't the best time to be thinking about his feelings towards Abby. His parents had just been murdered; he should be mourning like her. But he couldn't cry anymore. He knew that there was no way that he could change what had happened. Life didn't work that way. The only think that he could do now was think about the future like Dumbledore said. He knew that he would do anything to keep his friends out of harms way. Right now however, he just wanted to concentrate on the fragile figure that was curled up in his arms about ready to fall asleep finally from crying and tiring herself out. "Let her be ok," he prayed. "Let her get over this and move on with her life. Let her realize that we all love her and that just because our parents are all gone, doesn't mean that life shouldn't go on."
Abby was heartbroken. She had never lost a family member, or a friend before. "Who is this Lord Voldermort?" she wondered. "Who the hell would do this? My parents have never done anything to anyone. Neither have James of Sirius'. You could never find kinder people. So what is with this bullshit that makes some guy think he needs to go off and murder 3 prominent pureblood families and a Muggle family that hardly knew anything about the wizarding world? What was the point?" All of these questions danced around in her head as she let the tears stream down her face. She suddenly realized that she was pretty much lying on top of Sirius. She could hear his heartbeat through his chest and noticed that their breathing was following the same pattern. It was times like these that she had more than friend feelings for Sirius. He was always there to comfort her, even if he was the one that made her upset in the first place. He knew what to do to calm her down just as well as he knew the best ways to push her buttons and make her mad. "At least being around Sirius means that life will never get boring," she thought
Sabrina and Remus watched their friend with caution. While all four of them looked deep in thought, Sabrina and Remus could only imagine what it was that they were going through. They both cried because they had known the Blacks, Potters, and Evans' since the summer between 2nd and 3rd years. But now, they just sat there with tear stained cheeks and Remus' wet t-shirt from Sabrina watching and making sure their friend didn't do anything drastic.
It wasn't long before Lily, Abby, and Sabrina all fell asleep on their counterpart. Even though the day had been horrible, the three boys smiled. They picked up the sleeping beauties and carried them up to the girls' dorm placing them on their respectable beds. A kiss on the forehead to each left the girls feeling safe and the boys satisfied that they were able to calm not only the girls but themselves down as well. Then the boys marched across the hall to their dormitory and climbed into their own beds. They knew now was not the time to talk. It could wait until morning. Then they fell asleep, thinking about what the next day would bring.