{I just now realised that altough I thanked you I didn't answer your questions. For the question about Talia... well, I can only say that everything gets answered in good time. I know that's kinda lame, but I have a plan for everything and everyone to reveal itself. This particular issue will be addressed in four chapters time.}
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE Under The Watchful Eye
Lily crossed her arms over her chest and smiled to herself. "What happened between James and I last night will stay between us."
"Fair enough." said Ophelia, clearing away the dinner plates with a flick of her wand.
"So what are we doing tonight?" asked Pete eagerly.
Remus stopped Talia before she could answer. "Not after I destroyed my clock, we won't."
Sirius glanced at his pocket watch. "Er... we have to get going soon."
"You're going out? Again?"
"Well you see, our date was effectively ruined last night when we realised our friends were spying on us." explained Ophelia.
"So we thought we'd try again."
"What time will you be home?" said Remus.
"That's really none of your concern." she leaned across the table and kissed her brother on the cheek. "Love you Rem. Don't be such a fuss."
Ophelia got to her feet and ran to her bedroom to change for the evening.
Thumbing through her closet, she thought to be safe and chose a pair of black trousers and a matching blouse.
As she tugged the shirt over her head, a knock came from outside in the hall.
"Come in." she called.
Sirius peeked round the door. "Hullo."
"Hullo." she repeated, sitting down on her bed. "Is something wrong?"
"Not at all." he said, flopping down next to her. "Would you be horribly upset if we didn't go out tonight?"
She frowned and stopped lacing her boots. "No.. I guess not."
"I just thought we could spend the night at home."
"Any particular reason?" she grinned devilishly.
"Aw, look at that. I've been rubbing off on you."
"Not as much as I'd like."
"Two!" he cried. "In one night, nonetheless."
Ophelia kicked off her shoes and settled back onto the bed, a bit closer to Sirius.
"You're brother would behead me of he were to walk in on us laying in bed together..." he chuckled.
"I had a premonition last night." she said suddenly, sitting up. "How could I have forgotten?"
"When? What of?"
She struggled to remember. "It was you... and me. You looked older--"
"Better looking, right?" he interrupted, putting his hands behind his head. "As if that's possible."
"Right. I was leaving and I told you... he wasn't the spy."
"Who wasn't a spy?"
"I don't know. But you thought he was, that he was giving us to Voldemort." she choked, tears springing to her eyes. "You said our l-lives were at risk because of him..."
Sirius brought her into a tight hug. "It's alright, Phe." he murmured, "You're alright."
"It was one of the w-worst yet." she said through sobs.
"You mean you've had more?"
"Yeah..."
"When? What were they about?"
Ophelia broke away from Sirius and rummaged around the night stand for her worn notebook. She propped herself against a stack of pillows and turned to the first page.
"I had the first one last summer. It was the OWLs, graduation... er, James carrying me over his shoulder--"
"Excuse me?"
She smiled and beckoned him to sit beside her. "Not like that, Sir."
"Good. Continue."
"I saw... Rem, all in black. He was crying. Then it was gone, everything was gone."
Sirius frowned. "You... have to see some heavy stuff. I wish you didn't have to."
"So do I. Dolph thinks I could use it in my favour once I become an Auror."
"He's right. Once you learn to control it." he added. "Were there any others?"
"Over Easter break, when we came home... James had fallen asleep in the living room, and as I was covering him with a blanket I had another." she continued. "James was telling us we needed to join with Dumbledore."
"What do you mean?"
She shrugged. "I don't know. I never know. I just see these little snippets of scenes, like I'm watching a cut up movie, or something."
He wrapped his arms around her, trying his best to calm her fears. "Have any of your premonitions ever happened?"
"I saw us taking the OWLs..."
"Is that it? Because maybe they're not so much visions as they are warnings. It sounds like they don't take place for years, and well, maybe there is still time to change what was going to happen."
Ophelia stopped crying, as his words washed over her. "There's still time to change it." she repeated. "You're absolutely right."
"Come on, Phe. Of course I'm right. I am Sirius Black."
"You're right, you're great."
"I... I am?" he answered. "Are you feeling alright? Because usually you'd be the last to admit to my greatness."
"That's what you think."
"Oh really?"
She grinned mischeviously. "Uh-huh. Aside from your... weaker attributes, I tend to find you quite great. Most of the time."
"Most of the time?" he asked, feigning a hurt expression. "Not.. all of the time?"
She sighed dramatically. "Alright Sirius. I find you incredible at all times of each and every day."
"I know.. I know." said Sirius, inching closer to her.
"This is the part where you tell me how utterly fantastic I am." whispered Ophelia.
"I don't think that's necessary. You're with me, I think that explains everything."
"Oh it does, does it? Well, I think I'll be going then."
She made to get up and leave, but Sirius grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her back beside him. "You're not going anywhere."
"I'm not?"
He shook his head. "Nope."
It happened incredibly fast, as Ophelia dove across the little space that separated them and pressed her lips against his.
Sirius was shocked -- he had expected this little exchange of theirs to continue for sometime. But when he realised that he had sat their motionless for some time now, he returned the kiss with a kind of intensity that had as of yet managed to escape their previous encounters.
Before they could pull away for some air, she locked her fingers behind his neck, ensuring that they would remain close.
Sirius smirked, his blue eyes ablaze. "Initiative. I think I like that."
"I'm sure you do." she giggled. "When did you have Firewhiskey?"
"Talia broke it out after dinner and insisted on making me have a sip."
"I'm sure she really had to beg."
"It was pathetic, really."
"So did your plan of staying home tonight involve us joining our friends downstairs anytime soon?"
"No."
"Good." replied Ophelia, as she picked up where they had left off the previous night.
{I know what you're thinkning; two notes in the same story?! But I just wanted to thank you everyone for reviewing. I love you guys, and you make me smile throughout the day. And I really do appreciate the time you take to read my little story and then give me feedback. A million times over, Thank you!!}
