A Whole New World

I can show you the world
Shining, shimmering, splendid,
Tell me, princess, now when did
You last let your heart decide
I can open your eyes,
Take you wonder by wonder
Over, sideways and under
On a magic carpet ride

A whole new world
A new fantastic point of view
No one to tell us no
Or where to go
Or say we're only dreaming
A whole new world
A dazzling place I've never knew
Unlike when way up here,
Its crystal clear that now I'm in a whole new world with you.

Later that night, as promised, Remus Lupin, along with his parents, Alan and Charlene, arrived at the Dijon doorstep, carrying a homemade mince pie. It was Mrs. Dijon that answered the door, and ushered them inside. Remus was an only child, and of course was the same age as Jaimie. He, along with Jaimie, would be starting his sixth year at Hogwarts. He also was in Gryffindor, and a very close cousin and friend to Jaimie. Which is why Dominique despised him as well, though she wasn't fool enough to show it in front of the parents. Nonetheless, when Mrs. Dijon had told him that Jaimie was in her room, Dominique followed him, sneering at him along the way.
When he had finally lost her at Jaimie's door, Remus, who normally wasn't one to show anger or loathing for anyone, came in ranting and raving about Dominique
"I can't believe her! How could she be like this? I have never done harm to her in anyway, and still she does this to me. I'm glad she doesn't know that I'm a-you know. . ." Remus exclaimed.
Jaimie looked up, her eyes red and watery, her cheeks tear stained.
"James?" Remus faltered from his raging.
"Remus . . ." She got up from her position on her bed and hugged Remus, trying to stifle her tears. Puzzled, never having a girl break down on his shoulder before, Remus just patted her back awkwardly, and said, rather uncertainly, "Everything will be fine."
He took her to her bed, and forced her to sit down, her face buried in her hands.
"What's wrong? Why're you crying?" Remus asked.
"Damion." Jaimie said simply.
"Oh. Honestly, James, don't cry, he's just a guy." Remus sympathized, "He was an asshole, too."
"He wasn't always like that! He wasn't always obnoxious. He used to be so nice, and sweet. But I don't know, he's changed. Ever since last year. I know I shouldn't be but I miss him. Anyway I don't wanna bother you with my problems." Jaimie said, with a reassuring smile.
Remus smiled back. something that always calmed Jaimie down. So, taking a tissue and wiping her wet eyes and blowing her nose, she said, "Thanks Remy."
"No problem. Hey if you want, we can go kick his ass or something, we can prank him. You want?"
Jaimie laughed at the thought. "No, I don't want that. That's just wrong. But then again, he called Lily a mudblood. Did I tell you that?" She looked up at Remus who had gone to her dresser and looked at a couple of pictures atop it. He held a picture of Damion and Jaimie together, but instead of doing something couple-ish, the photographic Damion was trying to snog the photographic Jaimie, but she was trying to get away from him. He chuckled to himself, and put back the picture grabbing another frame, one with Jaimie and Lily, and a group of other friends who were posing for Remus.
"Feh. Huh? What did you say, sorry I wasn't paying attention." Remus apologized.
"Thanks." Jaimie said, sarcastically.
"Sorry, I'm just looking at your pictures. Even in photographs your friends never quit."
"Yeah, You should hear them talk about you guys." Jaimie put a voice on, "Oh, did you see James looking at me he so likes me! Oh look Sirius, he's so sexy. Oh My god there's Remus, HI REMUS! It's enough to drive anyone up the wall." She said shaking her head. Anyway, Damion called Lily a mudblood. He's never called her that before. It's like, the Malfoy gene is catching up to him."
"He called Lily a mudblood?!" Remus repeated, outraged.
"Yep, I was so ready to slap him. He's never minded before. He was always so friendly to her. But now . . . It's like he's a whole other person."
"Hmm, you don't say." Remus said, pensively.
"Anyway do your friends know?" He said, pointing to another picture of Jaimie's friends, Lily and Jaimie seemed to have walked away from their photogenic friends.
"Nope. But I expect they'll be in a right state. According to them we were the 'perfect match.' Did you know that it was actually Rita that made me go out with Damion?"
"Really." He was looking at a picture of Rita who was now making smooching faces at him.
"Mm hmm, at that point I'd already had the biggest crush on Sirius- Oh!" She placed a hand over her mouth, appalled that she had let slip that piece of information to a boy, and one of Sirius' best friends no less.
"Ahh." Remus smiled insidiously at her, then his smile dropped and turned to a smirk and he then added, "Actually, I already knew that." He shrugged and then proceeded to look out of her window, which opened out to their backyard.
"How? You don't suppose he knows do you? If he doesn't, promise not to tell!" Jaimie pleaded frantically.
"It was pretty obvious. And I won't tell, but I think he likes you too." He said, knowingly.
"You really think so?" Jaimie said uncertainly. Lily had said the same thing, but hearing it from one of his best friends was all the more convincing.
Remus nodded his head, and Jaimie giggled excitedly.
"Actually, to tell you the truth, he was one of the reasons why I started avoiding you. Because you were always together pranking people."
"What? You were afraid we'd prank you?" Remus asked, baffled.
Jaimie smiled sheepishly at him.
"I'd never do that to you. Neither would Sirius or James, for that matter. He would never let anything happen to you, especially since you are one of the most popular people at school." Remus smirked.
"Shut up! I hate it when people say that."
Remus finished his inspection of her room, before going back to her bed, and plopping down upon it. Jaimie opened her mouth to say something, but shut it again. Noticing this, Remus asked, "Something you want to say?"
Jaimie paused, then said, "As a matter of fact, I do. Sirius, James and Peter know your secret don't they."
Remus' eyes widened for a second, before returning to normal size. His face suddenly became solemn, and his hand stroked his chin. Finally, after a nerve-racking minute to Jaimie, he said, wearily, "Yes."
"How'd they find out, you didn't tell them did you?" She asked, a hint of worry in her voice.
"No, they found out on their own." Remus looked as if he wanted to say more, but apparently decided against it, and Jaimie didn't pursue the subject any further, however, she felt immense grief and sorrow for her dearest cousin and then said, "I'm sorry, Remy." She leaned toward him, and gave him a large hug. She lay her head on his shoulder, and gave a big sigh. They stayed this way for a long time, Jaimie on the verge of crying once more.
"I'm sorry," She repeated, "Its all my fault."
"No it wasn't!" Remus replied. "It wasn't your fault, but the bloody bastard who'd bitten me."
"Yes it was. If you never came, I would've been bitten, and you wouldn't be the werewolf."
"Don't say that, it wasn't your fault, and things wouldn't be better if you'd been bitten."
"I'm sorry anyway . . . I'm sorry for everything!" She felt the tears fall down her cheek, and disappear into Remus' robes.
Remus put his arms around her and hugged her tightly.
"Its ok, I don't blame you in the slightest." He whispered.
"Remus, you're more of a sibling to me than Dominique. I never want to lose you."
"I know." He replied, his voice full of warmth. Of course he knew this already. He loved Jaimie as if she were his own sister, and he knew she loved him as well. And they both knew that they would go to any lengths to save the other.
She pulled away from him, and he offered her his sleeve, which she declined, using her own. When she had done that, she looked up at Remus, who was smiling benignly, and Jaimie returned the smile almost too happily.
But before Jaimie or Remus could say any more, Mrs. Dijon's voice called from below, beckoning them to dinner. So, drying her watery eyes on her sleeve, she stood upon the floor, reached the door, and turned the handle, letting Remus out before she herself went out in the hall. Dominique had already reached the last stair, as Remus and Jaimie appeared at the landing. They walked downstairs, and turned left going into the dining room where Jaimie's and Remus' parents had sat around the table already, Mr. and Mrs. Dijon sitting at the opposite ends of the table, Aunt Charlene and Uncle Alan sitting on one side, Dominique and two empty seats on the other.
Jaime and Remus walked in, amid Mr. and Mrs. Lupin's cries of joy. Dominique smirked evilly from her unnoticed spot. Jaimie looked nervously over at her sister, and gave a weak smile to her aunt and uncle.
"Your looking more and more like Belle everyday." Aunt Charlene said, pinching Jaimie's cheek. The others at the table laughed, and Jaimie glanced at Dominique, whose eyes were glinting maliciously. Oh god, this is going to be a story to tell, why couldn't I have come here before Dominique! She thought desperately.
Finally, when she was released from the fawning clutches of Aunt Charlene, she retreated to her seat beside Remus, who patted her arm apologetically.
With that, Mr. Dijon said, "Ok, let's eat." And soon platters of chicken, mashed potatoes, corn and roast beef were being passed around the table. The adults were having fun talking about the new hairdo, or else talking about the Quidditch World Cup. Remus would sometimes answer a question or two whether he liked to fly, and he would nod politely, but besides that, neither Jaimie, Remus or Dominique talked much, except when addressed. When dessert was being passed around, still the talk between the grown-ups had not wavered, until a voice from the fireplace called out Jaimie's name. Puzzled, Jaimie, pulling Remus along, went to check who the caller was, though she didn't have to. She recognized that drawled, bored voice anywhere.
As the fireplace came into view, the flames dancing merrily in the grate, Jaimie took note of the head of her ex-boyfriend, sitting quite placidly among the flames.
"Damion? How'd you get the right fireplace?" Jaimie asked, with Remus in tow.
"I had to talk to you . . . alone. What's he doing here?" He diverted, noticing Remus in the corner, his arms folded across his chest, looking very formidable indeed.
"He's my cousin, if you must know, and I already said all I need to say to you this afternoon, so good bye." She walked away, taking Remus' arm and walking back to the dining room. As she was about to go out of the living room hall, she chanced a glance back, and noticed that the flames no longer had a head in them.
She asked permission to be excused and ran up the stairs, Remus following close behind her, and they ran into Jaimie's room, shutting the door where she promptly started grumbling about Damion.
"I can't believe him! He actually had the nerve to call upon me! And he was being a total-" She cast about for a word.
"Dick?" Remus supplied.
"Yeah, and he was completely rude to you! I can't believe him!" Jaimie went on, especially about how rude he was to Remus.
"It's alright, honestly, I don't mind. He doesn't know we're cousins, he probably thought we were an item." He replied with a shrug.
"If my friends heard that , I think that they would excommunicate me." She said, giggling.
"What? They fancy me?" He said, as if it were the most ludicrous idea in world.
"Yeah, didn't you see my picture? They were posing for you. Well I should say, your actually one of many boys they fancy. They're quite girlie. They'll like anything that's got a hot dog between the legs-"
"Jaimie!" Remus interjected, startled.
"What?" Jaimie laughed, "Its true! But don't tell 'em I said so."
Remus smiled impishly back at her, before taking a piece of parchment and a quill and jotting a few things down upon it.
Curious, Jaimie asked, "What are you doing?"
"Writing," Was the simple reply.
"Obviously." Jaimie said.
She got up and tried to look over his shoulder at what he was doing. But he covered it with his arm and said, "Nope, I'll show you when I'm done."
She started pushing his arm away, but he was too strong and lifted her up around the waste and hung her over his shoulder, carrying her to the other side of the room, Jaimie squealing and laughing against him.
"Remy! Uh, Remy your so mean!" She cried, trying hard not to laugh.
When he put her down and ran back to his parchment and quill, she pretended to be angry, "Ugh," She cried in mock disgust, "Just because your taller and stronger than me, doesn't give you the right to carry me, men." She crossed her arms in indignation and put her nose in the air.
Preoccupied, Remus responded, his voice slightly muffled, "Tough luck, dear cousin."
Jaimie got up and made her way to Remus, her hands outstretched, but Aunt Charlene's voice boomed up through the landing, beckoning to Remus, Jaimie and Dominique.
Remus, making sure to pocket the parchment with his writing upon it, hurried to the door, letting Jaimie out first this time, saying in a very silky voice, "Ladies first." He bowed her out.
"Shut up, Remy." She ordered him lightly.
"Why miss, why so angry?"
Jaimie stuck her tongue out at him.
They trooped down the stairs, Dominique receiving a large hug from Aunt Charlene and Uncle Alan. Jaimie smiled sneakily down on Dominique, before Aunt Charlene took her in a bear hug as well. Remus received a hug from Mrs. Dijon and a hearty pat from Mr. Dijon. And with a last hug from Remus to Jaimie, and very reluctantly, Remus to Dominique, the Lupin's left.
Jaimie traipsed back up to her room and shut the door. Leaving the rest of the family to their own devices. She lay on her bed, thinking about Damion, his unkind words about Lily, and then to Sirius. Her heart skipped a beat.
Even when I'm thinking of him, he still gives me goose bumps. She folded her arms and began rubbing her upper arm, something she did whenever she was under pressure. She reminisced about how lovely he smelled, and his dark eyes, that were always lit with laughter. She quickly lost herself in a daydream, and didn't even notice a tawny owl swoop in through her open window, a letter clutched in its beak. The owl dropped the letter in her face, before landing on the bed next to her. Surprised, Jaimie took the paper, and unfolded it, and her heart rate shot up when she read who it was from. Dear Jaimie,

How are you? How's your arm? Anyway, I didn't know any other way to get this to you, and I didn't know if I could talk to you by floo powder so I just wrote you a note, thinking that my owl could find you. Anyway, I'm just writing to you to ask if you can come to the fireplace in your house. Do you think you can? If so at what time? I think that we can talk then.

Sirius Jaimie hurriedly took a quill and a blank piece of parchment, and jotted down an answer, careful not to sound as if a desperate, barely single person. When she was done writing her answer, she reread it to see if something was wrong. Dear Sirius,

I am fine, thank you for asking. The bruise isn't so bad, I've covered it with a bracelet to keep the folks from asking. Anyway, as to a meeting at the fireplace, I'd love to. And it might be a little safer to call on me at around nine-ish. Less chance of being interrupted. Well, I can't wait!

Jaimie Finally satisfied, she rolled up the parchment, and tied it to the owl's scaly leg, before watching it fly out of the the open window. She watched as the owl became a tiny pinprick in the sky, subconsciously letting out a dreamy sigh. In spite of her mood, she smiled, hardly waiting for the moment that she would see Sirius face to face again.
And so, she sat idly in her room, trying and failing to do something that could preoccupy her until her meeting with Sirius. She actually amused herself with looking at all her photographs, and discarding those which involved Damion. And then, she fell upon a picture she had not seen in ages.
It was a photograph of herself and Remus at a birthday party. They both wore party hats, and were dressed to match, with a pair of red overalls, and a short sleeved shirts which had golden snitches and ordinary objects turning into other things. She gazed at it, nostalgia filling her heart. She was captivated at how young she looked. She noticed that one of her teeth were missing, as well as Remus, and they could not have been older than age five. This was before he turned into a werewolf. He looked so happy and carefree. I'm so sorry, Remus, It's all my fault. She stared at the smiling and waving face of a five-year-old Remus, eyes filled with so much mirth and happiness, and herself. And despite her feelings of elation at meeting Sirius, a tear fell from her eye, and landed upon the glass of the picture frame, so that her photo-face was slightly augmented.
Realizing what she had done, she quickly swiped at her eyes, trying to prevent more tears from spilling, and hurriedly dried the glass. She gave a sigh and placed the picture on her bedside table, placing it in front of her alarm clock, so that when she awoke to its sound the next day, she would see her and Remus' younger faces gleaming happily at her.
When she had found something to sustain her, nine o'clock didn't seem such a long time. So finally, when it was five 'til nine, she peeked carefully out in the hallway to make sure no one would see her going down the stairs and meet with Sirius. When the coast was clear, she opened the door a bit wider and tiptoed out and down the stairs to the fireplace. She walked into the living room to find that Sirius' head was sitting, much like Damion's had, among the flames, looking very curiously around the living room. Surprised that Sirius was already there, at what she thought was five minutes 'til, she suddenly burst into speech.
"Oh my goodness, was I late? I thought if I had come a bit earlier I would've made it." She said, breathlessly.
"You're not late, I'm just early." Sirius said, a hint of amusement in his voice.
"Oh. Well, we're here, what did you need to talk about?" She asked as casually as possible.
"Don't be silly, your coming to my house. come on, take some floo powder and come on in. Its "12 Grimmauld Place." He said, as if it was alright for Jaimie to go on nighttime strolls with a very handsome and capable boy.
But not wanting to sound lame in front of one of the coolest boys ever, Jaimie hesitated, looking slightly dumbfounded, before saying, "At this time?"
"Sure why not? It'll be fun, no interruptions." He said, "Besides, Sirius wants you to be with him, pweeeease?" He gave her a very persuasive expression, and unable to refuse, Jaimie consented, and threw the green powder into the flames where Sirius' head had recently been.
She stepped amid the once orange now green flames and cried, "12 Grimmauld Place!" Before she was sent spinning away from her living room, feeling slightly disinclined to leave the safety of her house.
Finally when she had stopped spinning, she felt herself being propelled forward, but for the third time today, she was caught by Sirius, who smiled winningly down at her, and all her worries had vanished from her mind as his lovely scent filled her nostrils, and she felt a tad self-conscious that her trip to his house by floo powder was not a very clean one.
Sirius helped her gain her balance, and promptly brushed a hand through his well kept, dark hair. His dark eyes once more glinting with a mischievous light. Jaimie preoccupied herself from staring avidly at every inch of Sirius by brushing nonexistent particles from her shirt and jeans. Finally, when she could find not one other bit of clothing that needed dusting and looked at Sirius who gave her a knee weakening smirk. Promptly, he took her hand and steered her out of what seemed to be the dining room. When they had reached double french doors, he pulled down the handle and pushed the door open quietly, so that he did not wake anyone. He looked back at her and smiled again, place a finger to his lips and motioned for her to be quiet. So, her hands still held lightly in his, they crept out of the dining room, and into a hallway. And it wasn't very comforting.
Placed on plaques high above their heads, were house-elf heads. And under them, were sleeping paintings of what seemed to be the Black's ancestors. They reached the bottom of a stairway, but he did not lead her up it, but instead kept going, toward the front door. He turned the handle very slowly once more, as if afraid that the tiniest squeak would awaken the whole neighborhood.
He pushed open the door and held it open for Jaimie to go through, all the while still not letting go of her hand. When he shut the door, he turned to Jaimie, who smiled at him, and said, "Sorry about that. The folks can even hear the drop of a pin so we had to be careful. Didn't want anyone to follow us."
"Follow us where?" Jaimie asked, slightly curious.
"Just around. This is really the only time that I can't be disturbed. Come one," He walked forward, still clutching Jaimie's hand and said, "I know a place."

So, walking away from the safety of Sirius' front door, He led her down their neat path and turned left, his pace quickening with excitement, which was so infectious that Jaimie was getting very anxious to get where he intended them to go. They walked farther on, occasionally turning a corner or crossing the street, Jaimie now completely excited that she started jumping around Sirius, who would laugh and vaguely answer her inquiries as to where they were going.
"Just a little farther." He half soothed, half teased, and when he did say this, she would playfully slap his arm.
Finally, when they were at the corner about fifteen minutes from where they were originally, he stopped, and turned around to face Jaimie with a smile.
"Are we there yet?" She asked hopefully.
"Not quite, but I want you to close your eyes."
"Why?" Jaimie asked, a bit alarmed.
"You'll see." He walked around her, Jaimie frozen in place as he place both his hands lightly over her eyes.
"Sirius-" She began.
"Shh . . . just trust me." He said, and for an unknown reason (which in retrospect was very foolish) she did.
So they walked forward this way, though their going was slow. Sirius, who was a full head taller than Jaimie, pressed his lean body close to her, so that Jaimie could feel his breathing and his heart beating. Sirius looked lovingly down at her, and unknown to Jaimie, smelled her hair.
"Are we there yet?" She asked once more.
"Almost." He answered.

After two minutes, Sirius once more stopped, and said, "We're here."
Sirius slowly pulled his hands away from her eyes and let her see what was in front of her. She was a little disappointed to see that it was a- "A park?"
"Yeah, come on."
He vaulted over the almost falling fence gate and jumped down on the other side. Doing the same, Jaimie climbed carefully over the fence and jumped into the arms of Sirius. Their faces were both inches from each other. Jaimie biting her lips, almost expectantly, before Sirius let go and walked to the play area where there stood two swings, a teeter totter and various other playground equipment.
Sirius ran ahead, and grabbed hold of the monkey bars, pulling his body up, and doing a back flip easily.
Jaimie watched him as he ran to and fro, trying each thing at least once. She noticed he avoided the swings, and said, "I haven't been in a park for years. Brings back memories."
Sirius just let out a bark-like laugh that echoed throughout the empty playground.
"Shh, Sirius, people can hear us." Jaimie said, as she looked up at Sirius, who had now climbed up to the very top of the jungle gym and started beating upon his chest, comically.
Jaimie couldn't help laughing, as Sirius jumped down from his perch. He walked over to her, and took her in his arms and said, "What, Miss, may I ask is so funny?"
"You are!" She cried.
Pretending to look affronted, he said, "Moi? I have never heard of anything so preposterous."
"Uh huh, yeah right. Sirius Black is synonymous with preposterous." She said, trying and failing to look seriously at him.
Sirius smiled at her, and caught Jaimie off guard, for the next second, she was on the ground, trying to fight against Sirius, who was tickling her madly.
"Siri-Sirius" She gasped between her fits of laughter.
"What? Can't understand you!" He replied, pinning Jaimie so she could not get away.
"S-stop!" She managed.
He consented, and Jaimie gasped for breath. He got off of her, and held out a hand to help her up. She took it, and stood up, dusting off her back.
"That's not fair, you cheated." She accused, pretending to be angry.
"I would never cheat." He replied.
"Yeah, you wouldn't." She feigned, catching Sirius off guard before she jumped on him and started tickling him.
He managed to get Jaimie off, and ran toward the other direction. Jaimie cried, "Hey no fair! Your stronger than me!"
"Bleh!" He stuck his tongue at her, childishly.
Jaimie turned the other way and started to walk the other way. Giving in, Sirius walked over to her, and tested, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to insult you."
But still she did not respond. Finally, deciding that her anger was real he walked up to her and attempted to give her a hug, when she turned around and rub his head hard, messing his hair.
"Hey look who cheated now!" Sirius, called, laughing.
"Bleh!" It was Jaimie's turn to be childish. She ran away from Sirius, who caught her in no time, and overbalancing, they fell down, Sirius breaking her fall.
Both panting, Jaimie lay on top of Sirius, a little worried if he was alright.
"Are you okay?" She brushed away a lock of hair from his face, " Did I hurt you? I'm sorry."
Sirius smiled wryly up at her and said, "I don't mind." He gave her an impish grin and she pulled herself off of him, disgusted.
"Your such a pervert!" She teased.
She looked about for something to do, and noticed the swings that were untouched, and ran toward it, calling after Sirius, "C'mon, let's have a race, see who gets the highest faster!"
She planted herself on the swing, and waited as Sirius walked casually over to her, and instead of sitting down on the extra swing, went behind her and pushed.
"This is okay too." Jaimie said, enjoy the wind ripple her hair, and blow lightly across her face as she swung back and forth, feeling Sirius' hands push her firmly forward.
"Which do you prefer, night or day." Jaimie asked suddenly.
"I'm not partial to either one. And you?"
"Night."
"Hmm, why?"
"Because, its the only time where I can be alone, and not have Dominique or my parents or Damion grill me. And I love the stars. They're so beautiful, you can just look at them without feeling pressure to be something."
"True." Sirius replied, as he grabbed the chains and stopped her from swinging further. He placed his face right next to hers and whispered in her ear, "You know, there's supposed to be a meteor shower soon, wanna see it with me?"
"Is that an invitation?"
"Of course."
"Then yes."
Sirius smiled, and began to push her again, and watched as Jaimie closed her eyes, and enjoyed the quiet.
After a few minutes, Jaimie had an idea, and planted her feet firmly into the sand to keep herself from going further. Jaimie stood up and faced Sirius, who looked politely puzzled at her. She walked around the swing, and took his hands his hers, and said, "Let's dance."
She placed his right hand firmly in hers, and his left hand on her hips, placing her left hand on his neck, and began to lead him in circles, the moon, a brilliant scythe in the sky, lighting their way.
Now Jaimie wasn't the best dancer, but dancing came naturally to her, and she had no problem leading Sirius around, in fact, it was actually nice to finally be the leader for a change.
Circuit after circuit, Sirius looked down upon their feet, trying to get the hang of the dance, and when he did, he looked happily at Jaimie, who smiled back. After a few minutes, Sirius had mastered the step and began doing intricate moves. Then, their dance suddenly became a game, and he spun her around and around until they had gotten dizzy, and they both let go of each other, falling lightly on the soft grass, gazing up at the stars. They both giggled madly, and when their mirth subsided, Jaimie gazed up at the stars pensively, thinking of nothing in particular, enjoying the company of Sirius and relaxing at the fact that she was with whom she so longed to be with. After a few minutes however, the grass beneath her head suddenly became and uncomfortable, and started shift to get into a better position.
Noticing this, Sirius turned to her and said, "C'mon, lie down on my chest, its more comfortable."
"No its alright-" She began.
Interrupting her he said, "No its okay, come on, I won't bite." He said, bracingly.
Reluctantly, Jaimie relaxed her head on his chest, and put her left arm under her head to ease the burden a bit, but instead, he took her hand in his and held it there, gently stroking her soft skin with his thumb. Relaxed, and at peace, she gave a sigh and looked up at the crescent moon, and suddenly remembered Remus. Her gut filled with guilt, and suddenly remembered that Sirius knew that he was a werewolf too. She looked up at Sirius, who looked down at her too, and she said, "I wish we can stay here forever."
"Yeah. . . " Sirius agreed.
Jaimie paused, debating to herself whether to proceed, then decided it was better, "So, You know about Remus' secret?"
Sirius paused, pondering if she knew, and then said cautiously, "What are you talking about?"
"About his monthly trip to his sick mother's?" She said, hinting.
Realizing that she knew too, he proceeded, "Yeah."
"How'd you find out?"
"Well, we just noticed a whole bunch of coincidences."
"Like how he was sick during the full moon?"
"Yes, and when he faced the boggart in Defense, it turned into the moon, remember?"
"Yeah." Jaimie reminisced the situation.
"How long have you known?" Sirius asked her.
Jaimie paused, not wanting to give out too much information on the moment. "Since he was first bitten."
"Oh. You guys are close aren't you?"
"Yeah, he's like the brother I never had. How about you, barely five years, and you guys already have nicknames."
Sirius laughed softly. His left hand had now found their perch on her head, as he smoothed her hair back. Jaimie felt relaxed as he stroked her gently. Sirius smiled inwardly, the weight of her head on his chest seemed enough to for him. And he sat happily, thinking of nothing in particular, and gazing absently at the stars. Jaimie closed her eyes peacefully, and listened to Sirius' heart beat under her, and never felt safer in her entire life. She really did feel like she could stay this way forever . . . Suddenly, as if she was stung by a bee, Jaimie sat bolt upright, and cried, "Oh my goodness, how long have we been out here?"
"Not long enough." Sirius said regretfully, sitting up too.
Jaimie raised her left hand and peered down at her watch, it read '1:34'. Jaimie stood up, Sirius following suit, and said, "We'd better go, its half past one."
"I didn't think we stayed out here for that long." Sirius added, getting up as well.
"Yeah, it was so fun." She laughed.
Sirius agreed. He walked over to the broken down fence and climbed over, catching Jaimie once more when it was her turn. Instead of pulling away quickly, they stayed in each other's arms, Jaimie finding warmth in Sirius' dark eyes, something that always wasn't there to begin with. She closed her eyes, and he did too. She felt her forehead touched his, anticipating the feeling of his lips, but then a little nugget of guilt crept into her mind and instead placed her hands on his chest, and said, "I can't. It's too soon. I'm sorry." She apologized to him, before pulling away, the mood ruined.
The look of disappointment on his face was pronounced only for a second. His face became solemn, and he nodded, saying, "Its alright. Don't worry about it."
He took her hand, and headed home. Jaimie, a boiling pot of emotions, gripping his hand as they walked back to his house.




A/N: The ending is a bit weak, but . . . i couldn't think of anything. Thanks to those who read, and to those who reviewed, I love you! ;)

Special thanks to Mishi6 for correcting me w/ the scythe/sickle thing ^_^