{Alright, I would like to caution all that are about to read that this chapter is PURE silliness. It was requested from my friends while we spent an hour in a McDonald's parking lot, listening to them gush over the story (Talia, Mai and Karenina, you're the best. You're the reason I fl--write.) Don't say I didn't warn you...}

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT 'Jack, Meet Daniel'

"Are we safe here?" Lily trembled, reluctantly allowing James to sit her down in the rickety rocking chair.

Remus peered out from behind the thick drapes, surveying the still grounds. "Our great great great grandfather charmed the hell out of this place. It's unplottable."

"Besides that I doubt their anywhere near Edinburgh," said Sirius. "They usually clear out fairly quickly."

Pete trudged down the stairs once he had seen to Talia. "She'll be fine. Or she was rather, once she had a sip of whatever was in her flask."

"Now there's an idea!" cried Remus, diving across the floor to the small cabinet. He withdrawing a few decanters. "These will lighten the mood."

"We can't drink!" said Lily. "People have just died and you want to throw a bloody party?"

"Talia drinks to get away from her Empathy," explained Remus, "We can use it to forget about the Death Eaters."

Sirius tossed a highball glass at him. "Count me in. Prongs?"

James looked between Lily and the bottles Remus was ogling. "You know me..."

Pete chucked a glass at him, narrowly missing his friend's head.

"Worm!"

"How 'bout it girls?" leered James.

Ophelia shook her head. "Can't, I'm meeting Dolph tomorrow morning."

"Lily?"

She smiled despite herself, at the ease at which James had said her name.

"Sure. If Phe doesn't mind, of course."

She grinned. "Are you kidding? I would love to watch you get drunk?"

"Oh, I won't be getting drunk. Only a few drinks for me, thank you."

An hour later Lily was sprawled out on the the finely stitched rug, giggling like a little child.

James, who was also three sheets to the wind, tried once more to crawl next to her.

Ophelia grabbed him by the shoulders and he fell back next to her.

Lily looked at her reproachfully. "Why won't you let James come play?"

"You'll thank me in the morning, Lil."

"Pwease?" she pleaded, batting her eyelashes.

She chuckled and lessened her hold on him. "Have fun you two crazy kids."

Remus stumbled over to her side and fell down between her and Sirius, throwing an arm around each of them.

"You know what I liked 'bout you S-Sirius," Remus slurred, "Is that you're a f-fun guy. But then you--"

"Silencio." muttered Ophelia, quieting her brother. "That could have gotten ugly."

Sirius swayed, as if he was having difficulty holding his head up. "You know what's not ugly? You." he smiled.

"Wow," she laughed, taking his drink from him. "That was, er..."

He tried to fake a modest expression, which was completely new to him. "I know, I know.." Sirius sat up, taking a swig from James' forgotten glass. "I'm tired, let's go look at the stars."

"Are you joking?" she cried, "The last time we went to look at the stars, I was traumatized for life, remember? Being locked in a Gringotts vault?"

Sirius howled with laughter, tears springing to his eyes. "S-Sorry about that. I was a nine year-old prat. Forgive me?"

Ophelia sighed dramatically. "I guess."

He sloppily hugged her. "You're the best girlfriend, Phe."

"Yeah, you just remember that."

"Where have James and Lily got to?"

"I don't know, they scampered off a while ago." she chuckled. "Lily's in for a rude awakening tomorrow morning."

"I think she likes him." whispered Sirius conspiratorially.

"Hmmm."

"Well does she?"

"Hmm." she repeated.

"So it's going to be like that, huh?"

Pete leapt onto a low table, bottle in hand. "I am channeling. Jimmy Page!"

Remus lit a candle and waved it above his head.

He pretended to strum away on an imaginary guitar, while singing 'Black Dog'.

"Yeah, Pete!" laughed Ophelia, clapping her hands.

Sirius tapped her on the shoulder. "I'm tired." he repeated.

"Do you want me to help you to your room?"

He beamed. "Really? You'd do that for me?"

"Sure." she said, as Sirius slung his arm around her shoulders.

"You're walking out on a Zeppelin concert?" Pete screeched.

Ophelia shrugged. "Sorry, I'll be sure to get you to sign my vinyls before you leave."

They climbed the stairs, staggering under their combined weight.

She threw open the door to his room and Sirius quickly fell back onto his bed.

He stuck out his leg towards her. "I can't sleep in my jeans. I want my pajamas."

She blushed madly and rummaged through his trunk, retrieving what looked to be a dark pair of pajama bottoms. "Here you go." she said, tossing the ball of clothes next to him.

A soft hiss of breath escaped his lips, but he remained motionless.

"And you've fallen asleep." muttered Ophelia. She pulled him the rest of the way onto the bed and draped a thick quilt over him.

She leaned over his still form and lightly kissed his forehead.

Again, Ophelia was pulled down, down, down into an icy pool of water.

"I'm leaving now. Do you think you can manage to stay out of trouble for a few hours?"

"With the incredible strength that I possess... possibly."

"Don't get any wild ideas about leaving. I'm right about him, you know I am. He's not the spy."

"He's the one who's been selling us to Voldemort! Our lives are at stake because of him."

Ophelia's eyes fluttered close as she toppled onto the bed next to Sirius.