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Hey guys. First I have to say that I'm really really sorry that I was adding and deleting 8 and 9 over and over but fanfiction was being so stupid!! It wouldn't save my changes, etc, so yes, I'm sorry. The chapter 8 you see isn't the edited one. The edited one was longer and better. Once again sorry!!

Also:

My sister was in a car crash so I'm posting this chapter kind of un finished, but I wanted to have at least something up because I'm not sure the next time I'll be writing again. She survied the crash of course but is in bad shape so I'm doing my best to help her!!All reviews are appreciated xD!!

"Sirius, I don't want to go" I repeated as I haphazardly threw clothing into my trunk, not bothering to fold it or even look at what I was throwing in.

"Noel, you've got to go. We've been through this a million times."

"I don't want to! I can't do it, Sirius! I can't go and pretend that I care about what our family does and that I want to be queen. I won't fucking do it."

"Yes, Noel, you will. You'll go to your mothers funeral first, get that off your list. Then you can decide whether you want to return to Hogwarts or take the throne." He commanded, pulling me into a hug and stroking my hair.

"Sirius, I'm coming back. I can't leave you guys. You all are everything to me, and if I were to become queen, which I'm not, then I'd never see you lot again. I'd be married to Malfoy and then locked away. I won't let that happen."

"Then I suppose you'll just have to come back."

"Yes, I will. Dad is making me take a date to the funeral, he hinted at Malfoy but no way in hell am I touching him ever ever again." I informed him, beating around the bush.

"Well then I guess you'll have to settle for me, eh?"

"You'll actually go? Thank Merlin!" I exclaimed, kissing him. I hadn't wanted to flat out ask if he'd go with me for fear he'd be uncomfterable, but I couldn't express how estatic I was that he'd be staying with me and be my date for my mom's funeral.

"I should say that more often...I like the turnout" He mused, his voice muffled as he tried to kiss and talk at the same time.

"Noel, your dad's in the common room. He said that you two need to talk." James told us, pulling the door open and laughing. "Why is it always me that finds you two snogging?"

"Lucky you" I remarked sarcastically as I tossed the black shirt I held in my hand onto the bed and exited the room. Sirius remained however, until I turned and waved for him to follow.

"No', are you sure? I mean, its between you and your dad." Sirius asked quietly, not wanting to intrude.

"Sirius, I'm positive. I have to convince my dad that I'm serious about you." I told him, grabbing his hand and pulling him down the stairs. Lily had found a crafty trick to freeze the stairs so Sirius could spend more time in our dorm than us in their dorm.

"Serious, are we? I thought I was Sirius, but I guess not."

"Haha Padfoot. Such a clever pun."

"Yes, I know, I am good."

"Oh shove it" I scoffed lightly, stepping into the desolate common room. I found it odd, but upon looking out the window I saw that it was snowing, so most of the school was outside having a snowball fight. Shaking away the sinking feeling I felt remembering our snow fight of last year, I approached my father, dragging Sirius along with me.

"Noel Finnigan, you should not have run out yesterday. It was extremely rude and caused a great amount of distress to all of us. Give me your word you won't do it again" He spoke sharply, getting to the point quickly much unlike his own kin.

"I won't do it again" I promised, hanging my head. My father had a slight aura of menance, and the ability to play such a guilt trick that even I felt bad for doing something that wasn't really that sinful.

"Good. Your mother's funeral will be in two weeks, in the meantime you'll be returning home and preparing to become queen. Do you understand?" His words were stern and stony. I supposed this was to conceal all of his hurt from my mothers death, but it still frightened me to think he could be so serious and not depressed in a time like this.

"Yes, Father. I'm already packing."

"Excellent. Now I believe Chelsea will inform you of the circumstances Headmaster Dippet has arranged" He announced with a dramatic wave of his arm, gestering towards a girl who had just appeared in the room. Rolling my eyes, I turned to face the girl.

"Hey Chels.." I greeted her, uncomfterable with guilt for purposley ignoring her durring my Hogwarts years. She had been kind enough to respect my wishes and ignored me as well, even though she was Head Girl.

"Hey Noel, and Mister Black I see. Dating are we?" She grinned, but her tone remained oddly formal.

"I'll leave you all alone. Noel, I'll be expecting you and your date this evening promptly at four. That's all." He exited the room, giving Sirius a dark look before he shut the door.

"Sorry Noel, but that father of yours scares me" Chelsea confessed, laughing and sitting herself on the edge of the coffee table.

"He scares everyone" I told her, sitting cross legged beside Sirius on the couch that the coffee table faced.

"Anyway, Dumbledore convinced Dippet that you needed to leave two weeks ahead of time, and that your date had to come to due to family tradition or whatever. I'm leaving in a week and all the other family members that go here leave three days before the funeral. You'll be out for a month total before you have to make your decision whether to come back here or to take the throne. You're excused from all homework since all the teachers know that your dad is going to make you take the throne in place of Aunt Kathrine. Make us Proud" Without another word she got up and swept from the room, her blue and black robes "swooshing" behind her. She was a very strange person, one who I assumed to be the type to wear turnip earrings and read some rubbish like the "Quibbler", which was a magazine that had just been released by a student who's father had his own newspaper company.

"So, looks like I'd better get packing, eh?" Sirius asked gleefully, keen on the idea of being excused from school for a month and probably getting some good shags in days to come.

"Yes, Siri', go pack and tell the boys. I'll be in around lunchtime to see if your ready." I told him, climbing back up my stairs and pulling the door shut behind me. In a somewhat daze, I emptied my bag and repacked it neatly, adding some things and replacing others that I had thrown in. Finishing all of my packing in about half an hour, I rested on my bed, trying to soak in the peace that I was sure to be rare in the next month.

My tears came slowly and silently at first.

Yes, sorry again for ending it like this, but I can't really write any more...