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A.N.: Hey! Wow this took a long time. I wrote it over like three times before I really figured out what I wanted it to say. And the site wasn't working so I couldn't post for like three days. Ahhh! It was driving me crazy. But anyway here it is. I think it's okay but hey my opinion doesn't really count. So review and tell me what you think. PLEASE!!
And to some of my reviewers who don't like my descriptions cough Lynelle cough you suck!! Okay I'm just kidding but hey I like to describe stuff. I think it makes the story better and makes you understand the characters better. But hey whatever floats you boat. Isn't that a cool saying?? Whatever floats you boat. It's so kick ass! My friend told me it once and now I say it lots. It rocks!! Anyway here's the story…
Chapter 3
"Oy! Can't you little brats be quiet for two minutes?" Sirius called across the room. He, Riley, and the others were seated around the fire in the common room and a noisy bunch of first years were excitedly trying to turn a large table into a pig. They had been at it for nearly half of an hour. One small boy had suggested that if they pooled their magic together that they may be able to accomplish their feat, but all they had managed to do was make the table squeal loudly every so often. "If you don't shut up, I'll turn one of you into a pig."
The ones who heard his threat over the howling of the table looked scared for a few moments, knowing full well that Sirius was capable of transfiguring them. Lily, however, calmed their uneasy faces as she scolded, "You will not, Black, unless you want detention for a month."
"You wouldn't put me in detention," Sirius challenged, smirking.
"Oh, you don't think so," Lily said menacingly.
Beside Sirius, Riley laughed and James said, "I think she would, mate. She's pretty horrible sometimes."
"Yeah," agreed Riley. "One time she locked my in a closet for an hour because I stole her doll and threw it in a tree."
"Really?" questioned James. "I was kidding. That really is horrible."
"I did not!" protested Lily.
"Yes you did," Riley corrected. "I remember, at Christmas time. And when they found me I hit you with the plunger and you pushed me in the bathtub and then our parents got all mad and said that if we didn't stop fighting then Santa wouldn't bring us any presents and then we spent the next hour crying because we were afraid he really wouldn't."
"You hit her with a plunger?" laughed Sirius. "That's horrible too. I can imagine Lily's face. Must have been hilarious. How old were you two?"
"We were five," Riley explained still laughing at her own story, "and we didn't really like each other, did we Lils?"
"No," she agreed from beside James, laughing almost hysterically. "And then next day I hid all your presents outside in the yard before you woke up and you thought Santa Clause had forgotten you."
"Yeah, and then I hit you with grandpa's walking stick and stuck your doll down the toilet," Riley laughed harder.
"Wow. You guys are really mean," laughed Remus along with the others. He and Summer sat together, rather closely, opposite Sirius and Riley. During supper Sirius noted that they seemed to be staring at each other rather a lot, and he guessed he knew what was going on. Or at least, what would soon be going on. He could see it in Remus' eyes as he sat across from him, laughing. Remus had a crush, or maybe even something a little more than a crush.
"Somehow I'm not surprised that you two are so terrible," laughed James. "You've always been a little trouble maker under that pretty face haven't you Evans?"
"Well Riley started that fight," she protested through laughs.
"But you start most of them," defended Riley, in much the same state of mirth as her cousin.
When the laughter had finally died down Sirius said, "Is there anymore stories that involve you two, a plunger, a toilet, and a walking stick that we should be aware of?"
"Oh, you don't know the half of it," replied Riley slyly and Lily nodded. "We've had some good times."
"So has anyone seen Peter," questioned Remus after a few seconds. "I mean since band practice?"
"He wasn't at band practice, was he?" asked Riley in return.
"He was," said Remus rather coolly, "until Sirius kicked him out."
"You kicked him out?" said Riley with a smile, despite Remus' frown. "And you say I'm terrible."
"Well I didn't really mean it," protested Sirius. "He just took it the wrong way."
"There's another way to take 'you're a horrible bass player and we're kicking you out as soon as we find a replacement'?" questioned James with a smile at his friend.
"Well…you have to admit…I know I was a bit harsh," Sirius said to the look Remus was giving him. "He was terrible."
"We all know that, but really Sirius, you were cruel to him," Remus replied.
"I think I saw him down stairs," said Summer. "After dinner, in the entrance hall, talking to some Slytherin losers."
"Peter was talking to people in Slytherin?" James raised an eyebrow.
"Why would he talk to them?" asked Sirius, also wondering why he would possibly need to say to them. "Doesn't really fit in with that crowd, does he?"
"What does it matter?" replied Remus.
"Yeah, I guess he can talk to whoever he wants, but Slytherins, really?" said Sirius.
"I don't know," said James with a shrug. "Doesn't really matter. It's kind of loud in here, anyone want to go for a walk?" He looked around the circle of friends. "Remus, Sirius, Riley? Anyone?'
"Sorry," said Remus, "homework, you know. Arithmancy, it's a killer. Care to join me Summer?"
"Yeah," she replied. "I need help with that chart thingy anyway." The pair walked away waving to the others that remain behind in the common room. When Summer turned her back Sirius gave Remus a slight smirk. Remus smiled hopefully in return, knowing his friend had guessed his feelings.
"Sirius, you coming?" asked James, now turning his focus to those who still remained.
"Sorry, can't. I'm busy," Sirius replied with a grin.
"Doing what?" questioned James, fearing he knew the answer.
"Keeping the hottest girl at Hogwarts company," he smiled as he put his arm around Riley.
"Oh really," she said as she struggled out of his playful grip.
"Well I'll come then," said Lily standing. "I don't really want to be left here with those two. They are bad enough one at a time."
James smiled and said, "You sure Evans? Alright, let's go." He and Lily walked toward the portrait hole and waved as Remus and Summer had before them. Sirius watched as they exited and left him and Riley alone.
As soon as the portrait closed behind them, a slightly devious grin crossed Riley's face. "Come on," she said as she took hold of Sirius' hand and led him up off the couch and toward the door that led to the girls' dormitories.
"Okay," he replied slightly sarcastically as he followed her closely.
She let go of his hand when they reached the flight of steps that curved their way up to the girls' dormitories above. She started up the stairs but stopped shortly when Sirius, behind her said, "Um, I can't go up there."
"Why not?" she questioned looking back down at him.
"Because I'm not a girl," he replied as if the answer were obvious.
"I can see that," she replied.
"The stairs turn into a slide if any boys try to climb them," he said exasperatedly. He knew she had only been at Hogwarts for a month, but he was sure some one would have told her about the enchantment put in place to ensure that no untrustworthy boys could get up to the girls' dorms.
"You mean you don't know how to break the spell?" she smiled slightly.
"You mean you do?" he questioned slightly confused. No one had ever been able to get up those stairs before, not for lack of trying though. James had once ended up in the hospital wing with a broken leg for his mistake of thinking that he could scale the slide.
"You haven't figured it out yet have you?" She laughed slightly.
He shook his head. "I'm supposed to know?"
"It's so easy. I would have thought that the smartest and most popular guys at Hogwarts would be able to figure it by now." She smiled at him, the same cocky smile she had worn earlier. "All you have to do is point you wand," she did, "and say stationaio."
Sirius watched her flick her wand slightly. Nothing appeared to happen, but she said, "Go ahead. See for yourself."
She walked slowly up looking back at him. She wore a smile as if daring him. He liked it. He smirked back at her and put his foot on the first step. Nothing happened. He took another step up. Nothing happened. He took another step. Nothing happened. He ran up the stairs, jumping two at a time, caught Riley around the waist and half carried her up the rest of the stairs until they reached a landing with a door labeled seventh years.
She struggled against his strength, product of many years of hard Quidditch training, and tried to break free. "Ah, Black, let go." She stomped on his foot and he finally let her free.
She turned to glare him and molded her beautiful face in to a type of Professor McGonagallish look. "What do you think you're doing," she said almost exactly as Lily had said those same words to James earlier.
Sirius looked taken aback. He thought that she would take his flirting a little more lightly. He didn't expect her to get angry with him.
Her face lifted and she smiled. "Don't look so serious, Sirius. I'm only kidding."
"I know," he said though he thought for a brief moment that she was indeed serious.
"Come on," she said, "we're going to miss them."
"Who?" asked Sirius confused as he followed her into the dorm.
"Lily and James," she replied as if the answer was apparent.
She led they way to a large window in the far wall. She pressed her hands against it and peered out. Sirius on the other hand, looked around at the room. It was large and circular just like the dormitory he slept and decorated in the Gryffindor colors of red and gold. There were four four poster beds with red hangings draped around them. Sirius could pick out which one was Riley's immediately as it was accompanied by two empty guitar stands, one occupied with a checkered, pink and black electric guitar, and a large amp. At the far end of the room there was a door that led to a private bathroom, which he thought was unfair considering there were no bathrooms in the boys' dorms but one large bathroom at the top of their tower that had to be shared by everyone. Part of the wall was devoted to three large windows that looked out over the front of the Hogwarts grounds and the lake.
"Nice room," he said, joining Riley by the window.
"Isn't yours exactly the same?" she asked.
"No way. This is way nicer than ours. We don't even have a bathroom," he protested. "They must like girls better here or something. That's why they don't let us come up here. So we don't all decide to complain and start a campaign to rebel against not having a bathroom."
She smiled and said, "So you're going to start a protest now?"
"Maybe," he smirked. He looked out over the empty grounds. "What are we looking at?"
"Just wait," Riley replied with a slight gleam of a smirk etched on her face.
"And what are we waiting for?" questioned Sirius deciding to play along with her secretive game.
"Them," she replied simply pointing.
Sirius turned and saw James and Lily emerging from the castle door many floors below. Dim light spilled out onto the lawn before disappearing quickly as the doors thudded shut behind them. He watched as they walked slowly and James grabbed Lily's hand lightly. He was surprised to see that she did not pull away as she regularly would have but cuddled closer into his shoulder. Sirius looked at Riley, who smiled as if she had been expecting this. He too smiled and continued watching now knowing why Riley had insisted on rushing up there.
"Aww, aren't they sweet?" Riley mocked, as James took off his coat and wrapped it around Lily's shoulders.
"So sweet," Sirius mocked along and he couldn't help hoping that one day it may be them walking together across the grounds in the moonlight.
Below, James and Lily walked under the shadow of the castle, becoming visible every few seconds as they passed a square of light, cast upon the ground by a window in the great school. They were now cuddled so tightly that Sirius was acting like a first year, issuing fake gagging noises to make Riley laugh. The pair was dancing around immaturely pretending to imitate James and Lily far below.
"Ooohh, James, I'm sooo cold, can I please have your jacket," Riley did a very high pitched imitation of Lily.
"Why sure gorgeous," replied Sirius following along with the joke. "I'll hold your hand too, to keep it from getting too cold."
"Oh, thank you sooo much," Riley continued. "Hey what's going on down there now?". Their friends had stopped in a square of light almost directly below them and were now looking at each other passionately. Riley knew what was going to happen next and she wasn't about to let them get away with it.
"He's going to kiss her," said Sirius with a devious smile.
"Oh really," Riley said. "We can't just let them have their first kiss without a little bit of a prank, can we?"
"I don't think so," agreed Sirius. "Accio water." A jug full of water from the bathroom came speeding at his command. He caught it gracefully and said, "Shall we dump it on them, or do you have something more creative in mind?"
"Just dumping it should be prefect," she replied with a wide smile. "It's a classic. It will be great."
They pushed the window wide open and the chilly early October air rushed in to meet them. Below, James whispered something in Lily's ear and she laughed slightly. He put his arms around her slender waist and hers were around his neck. Their heads neared and Lily's long vibrant hair blocked her smiling face from view. They both shut their eyes and felt their lips brush ever so slightly.
"Now!" shouted Riley and Sirius let loose the water.
The grounds below echoed with Lily's shrieks as the cold water hit her head. "I swear to God I'm going to murder you both! You won't live to see the day you get out of detention!" Her threats sounded clearly above any other noise that night and many students stuck their heads out of windows to see what had caused the commotion. Lily was clearly seen, soaking wet and shaking her fist in rage up at the two laughing friends locked safely in the castle. James stood, a smile crossed between some sort of amusement and some sort of annoyance was etched in his face. He did nothing to stop Lily rousing the whole school but rather watched her enjoyably. "Sirius Black and Riley Evans you are not going to get away with this!"
Riley and Sirius, on the other hand, were laughing historically at the couple below. Riley fell over from laughing so hard and Sirius was failing at the attempt to help her back to her feet. He too gave up and they both lay on the floor laughing so hard they could hardly breathe let alone talk.
"That-was-great," gasped Riley, laughing into Sirius shoulder.
All he could muster between snorts of mirth was, "Yeah!"
"Did-you see-their-their faces?" she chortled.
He nodded and huffed, "Classic-absolutely-priceless! James-hilarious-Lily-so pissed-off. Great."
They continued on for a while unable to stop, or even stand. Tears streamed down both their faces long after the threats issuing from Lily died away. They couldn't stop. Every time one of them would finally be able to quiet them self they would look at the other and fall victim to the hilarity again. Long after everyone had stopped looking out their windows and chuckling quietly to themselves, they still couldn't stop. Long after the humor died away, they still laughed. It was just like one of those times when laughter seems uncontrollable and you can't stop.
They finally managed to restrict their humor to a few short chuckles, though, and regained use of their legs.
"Wow, that was good," said Riley wiping tears from her eyes.
"Yeah," said Sirius looking out the window again. James and Lily were no where to be seen. He guessed they had gone back inside to warm up and get dry.
He noticed that a dull pain was present once again in his back. It was the product of the three long gashes he had gained from the hands of Remus on the night of the attack. Remus and James had been urging him to go to the matron since that night but his pride willed him not to do so. He was sure that the pain would fade. He didn't need any help.
"You okay?" asked Riley from beside him as he had caught a quick glimpse of the ache on his face before he hid it.
"Yeah," he lied, "I'm fine." He smiled at her and she heeded him though she knew he was not being completely truthful.
They both took seats on her unmade bed, which contrasted greatly with the other three present in the room as they were all neat and smooth. "What about a title for that song?" Sirius questioned, noticing the many sheets of music scattered about the floor around her bed. "I was thinking about Alone. You know it's the lead in to the chorus and all. It's the obvious choice I guess. What do you think?"
Riley looked at him, her splendid and deep hazel eyes boring into his own gray ones. "What about Alive?" she asked in return.
"Alive?" he looked at her wondering if she picked up what others did not.
"Well it's not just about being alone, is it? It's about surviving, making it through hardships and pain and all that stuff. It's about not giving in to adversity and suffering. It's about staying alive, isn't it?" she looked at him, no longer laughing but looking serious. Her eyes once again, though not fully exposed, leaked a crack of their emotion, sadness and pain and fear all in once glance.
"Yeah it is," he replied. "I didn't think any one would pick up on that."
"It's not about a break-up, is it?" she continued.
"Well, no," he answered. He knew she was the only one who had been able to see past the exterior of his song and into its very heart. She was the only one who had seen his very heart and feelings, as the song echoed them. It echoed his life, and he knew she could see the pain of it but she could not see the story quite yet. And though he could see the longing in her eyes to know what had caused him such great angst and grief, he could not bring himself to tell her just yet.
She smiled then, breaking the heavy mood of past hurt and present memories. "A hidden meaning?" she asked, with a note of suspense in her voice and a gleam of amusement in her eye.
"I guess you could say that," he replied, returning the playful smile. He looked into her eyes again and then added, "But I'm not the only one hiding something, am I?"
Her face formed into a look that said he had clearly caught her off guard but she said truthfully, "No."
The room stayed silent for a moment. Riley looked at the wall across from them, eyes unfocused and staring. Sirius looked at her. He didn't know what it was she was hiding or why she did, but he did know her past held pain, just like his own had. Her family was dead, that he knew, but somehow he knew too that that was only the beginning of her anguish. Her past held something else, something worse than death. But he couldn't see it, just like she could not fully see him.
Riley looked up again, her face once again smiling, "So what should it be? Alone or Alive?"
Sirius scanned her lovely face, smiling gently. "I think you're right again," he replied softly in tone.
Her smile turned into a jesting smirk. "Of course I'm right," she agreed with fake conceit.
He smiled and laughed lightly. He couldn't help it. She was so beautiful and wonderful. Each time he looked at her he could feel the love in his hearth growing. It was amazing. He had never been in love before, or really ever wanted to be. But now, so unexpectedly, did it find him and he was glad that it did. The way she smiled and smirked and talked and laughed and even the look of mysterious sadness locked in her eye made his heart swoon with joy and warmth. What he felt for her was beyond that of lust or love of beauty, but was that of pure love, far greater than any feelings he had for any other girl. The only thought then, that darkened his heart, was the thought that maybe she didn't love him back.
"What?" she asked as he laughed slightly at her.
"Nothing," he replied smiling at the amusedly confused face she now wore.
"Don't lie. What so funny?" she questioned.
"Well if you really want to know," he answered slowly with mock suspense, "you'll have to catch me!" He jumped up and ran to the other side of the room ducking behind one of the perfectly made beds.
She gave him a look as if his flirty antics were pathetic and childish and said, "Really Sirius, do you think I'm going to chase you?"
He smirked and nodded.
She smiled too and said, "I think you're right." She ran across the room to where he stood, but he jumped across the bed and raced in the other direction.
"Come on, Evans, you can do better than that!" he prodded her and stopped behind her own bed.
"Black, you're pathetic!" she dived across the bed and tried to grab one of his legs and pull him to the ground. She managed to catch a piece of his t-shirt, but he pulled it quickly from her grasp.
He sprinted away again, stopping in the middle of the room. He threw his hands up in the air with in mock defeat. "Okay, Riley, since you're so slow, I'll stand right here and not move and you can see if you can catch me." He smiled widely, daring her, knowing that she wouldn't refuse a dare.
She smirked in return. She grabbed a pillow from her bad and walked slowly toward him. He watched her steps, anticipating both her movements and when he would dive away. Their eyes locked together, amusement present in both. He grinned wider, cockiness becoming more prominent. Her face remained steadily determined and mockingly fierce.
She was four steps away and kept coming. Now three, he would jump away soon. Two steps, almost time. One step, not just yet. Her foot lifted for the last time…now! He sprang into action. He jumped aside from her as she too pounced. He managed to escape her body check but wasn't so luck when it came to the heavy blow from the pillow she landed on his head.
"Hey!" he shouted as he dashed away again.
"You moved!" she exclaimed as she rushed after him.
He took cover behind a chair. "You're not allowed to hit!"
"Who says?" she replied as the pillow landed on his head again.
"I do!" he replied running over to an empty bed and snatching up another pillow. He ran forward and brought the pillow down on her own head.
"Oww!" she exclaimed jokingly.
She hit him in the stomach in retaliation. And he hit her again. Before they knew it the room was full of feathers flying everywhere and coating the floor.
"Ahh!" shouted Riley as another blow landed on her head and Sirius shouted, "Hey!" as her pillow hit him in the face.
Sirius grabbed Riley's pillow and wrenched it from her hand. "Hey!" she exclaimed. "No fair!" She then dived forward and caught Sirius around the waist, tackling him to the ground. They both fell to the ground among the feathers like snow. Sirius' back took the force of the blow and he cried out briefly in pain.
"What's wrong?" she asked concern coming over her face for the second time that night.
"Nothing," winced, also for a second time, though this time the pain was much more intense and it felt as if the wounds, that had only just begun to heal, had broken open again. But Sirius forced that from his mind and smiled again, though his back throbbed excruciatingly.
He rolled them both over and pinned Riley to the ground. She smiled and said, "I thought I was supposed to be catching you."
"Yeah," he replied, "but I think I caught you instead."
She smiled and as he looked into her eyes he felt like he had never before. He was so happy. He had never really truly been happy before, but now, in her eyes he found actual happiness. He loved her. Those words rang in his head. He loved her, he loved her. They sounded so weird to him, to him who had only truly loved James and Remus before. But he was in love or at least falling fast into it.
He wanted to kiss her, to bring his lips to her own. But he did not just want to kiss the way lust requires, but the way love requires, with passion and gentleness, and purity. He felt his lips unworthy of her fair kiss though, as they had beheld so many before and her lips seemed so innocent. He felt unworthy of such love that she could give, him having before so many others that he had claimed to love. But had he really loved any before her? He could not tell and that brought doubt into his mind. What if he didn't really love her? What if all he was feeling was really only love of her beauty? The doubts that he held, made him hesitant to express his feelings with a kiss. Sure his feeling felt different and true, but how could he really be sure. He didn't want to hurt her, ever. He didn't want to see her in pain and tears. He didn't ever want to see her in angst from pain he had caused.
He laughed again seeing her try to struggle out of his grasp. He knew she was quite strong, but his muscles, toned from so many years as a star chaser, were under matched against her.
"Now what's so funny?" she questioned looking up at him.
He smiled. "You."
"Me?" she questioned.
"Yeah," he replied. "The way you laugh and smile and look at me, it makes me laugh."
"Thanks," she replied sarcastically. She knew what he meant, but he was awful at saying what he did mean.
He released one of her hands and she tried to push him off with it. When she failed to make any difference she sighed and placed her hand on his back, which was still aching heartily.
He twitched slightly when her hand made contact and a brief wave of pain crossed his face again. But she was so close that she caught the look and saw the hurt he was hiding from her.
"Are you okay?" she asked a look of concern and worry crossing her face. "What's wrong?"
He finally released her as the ache intensified and he was unable to restrain her. He sat up breathing heavily. She sat up too seeing the now exposed pain on his face and movements. She then saw the proof of his wound when she saw her own hand.
"Sirius, you're bleeding," she revealed, seeing the blood that had soaked through both bandage and shirt and stained her hand scarlet. Indeed blood was soaking his black t-shirt and dripping down onto his creatively faded jeans.
His face was turning pale as the blood leaked from his back. He lifted a hand up to touch it and he grimaced as his hand emerged red and shaking. He looked faint and sick and Riley was sure that the amount of blood he had lost was hurting him greatly. She wondered how long he had been bleeding and guessed that the fall was what had started it.
Sirius began to wobble as if he was on the verge of fainting. "Don't faint," she whispered calmly into his ear as she took his head in her hands. "Don't fall asleep. You have got to get to the hospital ward. Don't faint."
He blinked up at her, lightheadedness distorting her lovely face. He could hardly control his shaking limbs. He didn't know what was going on. All he knew was he was in great pain, horrible pain, pain worse than death.
The wounds spilled blood faster and faster and Riley couldn't stop the bleeding. "Don't pass out Sirius, please!" The she was beginning to become frantic. She couldn't lift him down the stairs and she couldn't leave him to go for help. So she did the only thing she could think of. She tried her best to stop the perfuse bleeding, putting pressure on the wounds and trying to remember any useful spells that she had learned in her Healing classes last year, as Healing was a required class at the school she had previously attended.
"Help!" she called as Sirius started to fade. "Someone please help!"
The door then banged open and Lily came in followed by James.
"What's wrong Ri-Oh my God! Sirius!" Lily exclaimed seeing both her cousin and him sprawled on the floor.
"Thank God you're here!" cried Riley, her own face quite pale by then and her eyes nearly leaking tears.
James rushed to his friend's side and Lily closely followed wrapping her arms around her shaking cousin. "What happened?" James demanded.
"I-I don't kn-know," Riley said as she finally let loose the tears that she had been fighting.
"Sirius, don't faint," James continued looking into Sirius' pale face. "Why didn't you go to Madame Pomfrey before, you stubborn idiot! Now look what's happened!"
"What happened?" asked Lily, also quite white.
"It was um…a Quidditch accident," James lied quickly.
Both Lily and Riley were too worried to see what a feeble lie it was and accepted it with out objection.
"Quick we have to get him to the Hospital ward," James instructed, being the only one who still seemed to have control of rational thinking. "Lily, go find Remus and tell him to come quickly."
Lily rushed out of the room red hair flowing behind and left James and Riley to look over Sirius, pale and bleeding, and on the edge of unconsciousness, or even…death.
She returned a few minutes later, Remus right behind. His face fell into a look of ashamed pain and shock. He rushed to Sirius' side and whispered, "Oh my God."
"We have to get him to Madame Pomfrey," repeated James to him. "We'll have to carry him."
Remus nodded and got to his feet. He saw Riley, white and worried, staring at the wall opposite her. He went and put his arm around her in an attempt to comfort her. "It's not your fault," he said soothingly. She looked up at him and he could see the tears present in her eyes, her eyes which he could see had not shed a tear in a very long time. "He'll be alright. Madame Pomfrey will have him better in no time, believe me." He pulled her into a tight hug and broke away to help James lift their friend down the stairs and to the hospital wing.
Riley followed behind, shaking and white. She was scared for him, scared only as she had been once before in her life.
A.N.: Whoa what's gonna happen???? No one knows except for me. I've already written half of the next chapter. So the faster you review the faster I will write. jk. I'll write it as fast as I can. But please r&r!!