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They say if you wish for something enough times, it may come true. However, no matter how many times I wish I owned the Harry Potter universe, that wish cannot come true.

Killing the Rapport

James Potter had seen many odd things in his life, the oddest of which had been seeing Remus chased by his own personal stalker. However, nothing, absolutely nothing, had prepared him for what Sirius had to show to him that night.

Sirius arrived in the dark garden, heavily laden on the shoulders. Whatever was on his shoulders was talking for crying out loud. Not only that, he walked in purposefully, and dumped it – whoever it was – on the couch.

"She," he said with a grimace, pointing at whoever it was in dire accusation, "Does not go anywhere."

James blinked twice and peered at the person in question. Blonde hair.

"Don't tell me it's the muggle waitress you were supposed to be going out with," James said fretfully.

"What? No!" said Sirius quickly, glancing at the blonde girl on the couch in fear. She had groaned and turned over, and James realized that it was June Leto.

"Padfoot, what did you do to her?" asked James.

"Nothing at all. Managed to almost get herself killed today, the idiot did. She's staying here," said Sirius aggressively.

"I was not going to get myself killed!" she exclaimed, scrambling to her feet, trying to escape the clutches of the ones who held her hostage. However, not noticing her scraped legs, she almost immediately was about to fall down again, when Sirius caught her and picked her up again, bridal style.

"Well, she isn't stammering," James remarked.

"That's what you managed to get out of that?"

There was a pause. "We can't keep her without consent, Sirius." James said reasonably.

"She's here with consent, isn't she?" he said, glaring at June, who was in his arms.

June waited for a moment to take the situation in. She couldn't run, her broken ribs wouldn't allow it. She couldn't scream, her jaw hurt terribly. She couldn't fight, Sirius would hold her down and force her to stay.

"Fine," she sighed.

"See?" said Sirius, dumping her on the couch again, "Consent."

"Ouch!" came poor June's muffled voice.

"I'll go get mum. Lord knows she would want to see Sirius bring a girl back home."

Sirius nodded without hesitation. He had already gone to get some coffee. June got up and sat down on the couch, her ribs paining. Sirius thrust a mug of coffee into her hand, and ordered, "Drink."

June sipped the coffee. "Thanks." she said grudgingly.

"Sirius?" came the gentle voice of Evanna Potter.

"Yes?" said Sirius.

"Who have you brought over? I have enough problems having your friends over at the normal times of day, and here you're bringing people over at – Oh."

"What?" asked Sirius, confused.

"James didn't tell me it was a girl."

"More like an injured girl," said Sirius wryly.

"A girl all the same. All those girls you go out with, not once did you have the courtesy to bring on back."

"You're still out of luck, Mrs Potter. I'm not dating her."

"That's rubbish," said Evanna Potter crisply. She strode over to the bookshelves to take out a book in healing. She then sat down on the couch, beside June, and asked her as gently as possible, "What's wrong, dear?"

"Um – er... I-It's my ribs. Th-They" she mumbled something or the other in her usual nervousness.

"No need to be nervous, dear. Your ribs, you say? Yes, I can see it. And your jaw as well. And your legs. Merlin, what happened?"

June passed a panicked look to Sirius. He cleared his throat. "Accident on the roads, Mrs Potter. Her parents aren't around, and I was hoping you wouldn't mind her staying for the rest of the holidays."

"Not at all," said Mrs Potter briskly. "There is no question about it. Where is James? I asked him to get the room ready."

"I'll go help him," said Sirius.

By the time Sirius came back, June was ready to go, according to Mrs Potter.

"I've given her a shot of medicine to ease the pain," she said worriedly, "But I'm afraid it's made her woozy. You wouldn't mind picking her up and taking her to her room, would you, Sirius?"

"Not a problem," said Sirius easily, and picked June up gently "Hi, Sirius," said June with a haphazard grin. Mrs Potter's lovely face broke into a smile, and she nudged Sirius. Sirius knew what she was insinuating. He sighed and passed a kiss on Mrs Potter's cheek, murmuring a good night.

"Why don't you give me o-one as well?" asked June as she saw Mrs Potter disappearing.

"Because you ought to be asleep," he told her.

"More reason for a good night kiss," she informed him.

Sirius said nothing, concentrating on getting up the stairs.

"You're dead loyal. Figures. Your animagus is a dog and everything." June said slowly, her arms wrapped around his neck. Sirius stopped on his tracks.

"You know my animagus?" he asked cautiously.

"Well, yeah," she said slurringly, "I think it's a dog. I'm fairly certain I saw something big and furry. Deduced it to be a dog. James is a stag. That was so obvious. And Peter's something small. Like a squirrel, maybe. It's really loyal of you to do all that for Remus."

Sirius had been listening to her with a pain in his arms. She prodded his chest. "Keep going," she said. Sirius resumed walking.

"What do you know about Remus?" asked Sirius.

June scratched her head, "He's a werewolf, innee?"

"Yes," he said slowly.

"That's about it. I knew in third year."

"How?" asked Sirius curiously. They, themselves had taken four years to figure it out.

"It was obvious."

Sirius opened the door to one of the many bedrooms in the house. It had been set for June to sleep in. He set her on the bed. He was just about to leave, when: "Wait!" said June. She got up groggily from the bed, swayed until he caught her. She giggled, and said: "Wait!"

"I got that," said Sirius, unsure of how to react to this side of June Leto.

"I really want to say some stuff, if you don't mind," she said earnestly, looking at him full in the face, "It's been stuck in my head for far too long."

Sirius made her sit on the bed.

"You should be sleeping, Leto," he said to her.

"No!" she said angrily, "You have no right to kiss me in my sixth year, after burning my hair of in my first year, destroying my transfiguration project in my second year, dying my skin green in the third year and tearing my bag in my fifth year!"

That was the oddest speech Sirius had ever heard.

"Who do you think you are," she addressed, "Coming in from nowhere, making me fight back, when I was perfectly fine taking it all in a stride. And why me? You could have the gorgeous Hayley Hathings, the beautiful Anna Ballymore, the intelligent Christina Callworth, but no, you've already had all that, so you find it fit to take the girl who is barely seen in school, and no prettier than a termite!"

Sirius said nothing. "You're not a conquest, June." he finally said.

"Like hell I'm not," she snorted, kicking her shoes off, and snuggling into the bed, "I was barely worth your time before you realised I make a good one to get the chores done from."

That did it. He wrenched her to face him and kissed her in the face.

There was a muffled sound of surprise, and some halfhearted struggling, but she gave in.

He liked it better this way. He didn't care that she really wasn't that pretty – with her exceptionally plain face, and her skinny, curveless body – or that she was all wrong for him. What he cared about was how lovely she looked when she smiled, or how she would sound if she laughed, or how she could be so enchanting without knowing it, or how she could make him do this.

When he finally pulled away, she was watching him.

"I like you June," he informed her, "Maybe a bit more than I care to admit."

She was still watching him, her golden-yellow eyes penetrating.

"Go to sleep," he told her, carefully shifting her back into the bed (she had slipped to the side of the bed somehow), and pulling the blanket over her, as she still watched him with those luminous eyes.

"As if I can sleep now," he heard her mutter, "Thank you very much Sirius Black."

If one could say that the winter went well, one would be making an understatement. June's winter at Potter Manor went so blasphemously well, she was unsure about what would happen in school. She was a firm believer in 'This too shall pass' however, in her case, the rule applied to good things only.

She had woken up the next morning, to be greeted with warm sunlight, and cheerful winter air (the weather had absolutely no right to rejoice with her, she was in a good enough mood as it is) and she had gone down to eat waffles and pancakes with the others. June had watched Sirius and James play Quidditch while she munched on some afternoon snack.

Then she had sat down with her books and vainly tried to get some work done, while Sirius and James did their utmost to distract her. She had wandered the grounds after that, in hope of getting away from the idiots.

To no avail, it seemed. She had only managed a couple of minutes before they caught up with her, and she ended up roaming the estate with them, trying alternatively to get away and have fun. Both of them finally grabbed her by the arms, and hoisted her onto a pillar, high up and in the middle of the grounds (what on earth was that pillar doing there anyway?).

She scrambled up so that she may not fall, and told them to bring her down repeatedly, eventually giving up and settling with simply sitting on top of the pillar, chatting amiably. However, Black and Potter weren't anything if unable to stay in one place. After sometime they disappeared.

"You can do this, you can do this," she muttered to herself.

She perched gently on the pillar, and gingerly let her leg reach out to the ground. It fell short.

She gasped. "You can do it!" she said again to herself.

She reached out again. "No you can't, no you can't!" she squeaked, and pulled herself back. She spent around an hour waiting for them to come around and get her.

And most of the days passed by similarly, with the three of them having fun in a similar manner, and James disappearing occasionally to see Lily, interspersed with some bits of getting actual work done.

Either way, June managed it to the end of the holidays without feeling sad (something that astounded her) and without kissing Sirius again.

Now, before you decide to judge her, put yourself in her shoes. Now that you have actually put yourself in her shoes, you would know with a fair amount of certainty that she was only being an idiot.

There was absolutely no legitimate reason for her to not kiss him, however, June is June, and unfortunately, she's like that. Live with it.

She avoided meeting Sirius alone entirely, or only every was found reading when they were alone. Admirable tactics to avoid confrontation, of course, but annoying all the same. Lord knows James and Mrs Potter wanted the two of them to kiss.

"Can you believe him?" James asked Mrs Potter one day.

"Can you believe her?" asked Mrs Potter.

"I feel like forcing them in a room, mum!" said James exasperatedly, watching June pass Sirius something in perfect politeness.

"Now, James!" reprimanded his mother severely, "I doubt you'd solve anything with that sort of thinking. Just because the tension can be cut with a knife doesn't mean we deliberately provoke it."

James looked at her incredulously. "That's exactly what we do!"

"No we do not!" said his mother sagely. "Never send a man to do a woman's job, eh, Charles?" she asked, looking upwards.

And, in front of James' incredulous eyes, she walked over to the two of them, and 'accidentally' poured some coffee over Sirius.

"Oh, damn!" she said in feigned innocence, "Why don't you go change that Sirius, dear?"

"Oh, no problem Mrs Potter. I'll be going in a second."

Sirius left at once, and June blushed, for the T-shirt with spilled coffee had clung over Sirius rather nicely.

"What are you doing mum?" hissed James.

Mrs Potter only placed a finger to her lips, and waited for a second to pass, in which her alert, auror trained ears heard Sirius' bedroom door open. She then addressed June and said without missing a beat, "June, why don't you go ahead and check where he is?"

June didn't think it had been particularly long since Sirius left, but she wouldn't disobey her very charming and extremely sweet hostess. She left her book and got up to go see where Sirius was with changing the teeshirt.

"What are you doing?" mouthed James to his mother, who couldn't answer, for she was laughing rather helplessly.

June on the other hand, walked upstairs unawares, and noticed a door out of many which had 'Sirius' written over it. She opened the door carefully, and walked in, before giving a strangled, "Oh, I'm so so-sorry!" and backing out.

But She didn't exactly back out fully, for she was staring at bare chested Sirius Black with a look of helpless consternation. Sirius threw his shirt on, and said easily, "It's quite alright."

She really couldn't shake out the shirtless Sirius out of her head, for he had such wonderfully toned Quidditch muscles, and heavens did they show. To distract herself, she looked sideways towards the walls, and the number of pictures on them.

"Your mum sent me to find you," she said sheepishly.

"I got that," he said with just as sheepish a grin. He progressed forward, and grabbed a towel from the dresser one June's right.

June held her breath as he leaned in. This was so not good.

"So, I-I g-guess I'll be going," she squeaked.

"Oh – um – alright. Yeah, sure." Sirius said simply.

She escaped the room, stopping in front of the stairs, breathing heavily.

Back in his own room, Sirius clutched his hair and slapped himself repeatedly, while chanting: "She's a normal girl, she's a normal girl," again and again.

Somewhere in the kitchen, James was watching Sirius through his two way mirror. "What were you saying James?" asked Mrs Potter smugly.

"Never send a man to do a woman's job," said James, shaking his head.

Damn it all to hell, where were her clothes?

June swore (quietly, of course. Sirius and James hadn't corrupted her all that much), managed to hit her foot on the dresser, jumped for a couple of seconds and opened her cupboards.

She had been terribly insecure about what to wear, since she didn't have anything that wasn't at least two years old. Mrs Potter had been remarkably perceptive about it and had handed her some unused clothes from here and there.

Now, however, she didn't have anything to wear. This was largely thanks to Sirius and James, since they had thought it would be hilariously funny if all her clothes disappeared. Or maybe it was just Sirius, thought June idly, as she flung out some towels from the cupboard. She finally found a sweatshirt lying in a grubby corner, and gave it a glance over.

It was a bit too big for her. She might get lost in the cloth and suffocate in the folds.

She couldn't go out wearing nothing, could she?

So she put the thing on, with some shorts which had survived the purge of her clothes. Okay, she looked okay. The hoodie was horribly big for her, and hid her away entirely, but that was fine by her.

It smelled oddly intoxicating.

She went downstairs after that. She could hear the hiss of frying sausages.

"Morning Mrs Potter," she muttered quietly, "M-my c-clothes seem to be missing."

"Morning dear. You clothes you say? Well, what are you wearing n- Oh."

Evanna Potter had looked up from the newspaper to find June in Sirius' sweatshirt. Wasn't that a surprise?

James and Sirius came bounding downstairs. "Morning Mum!" said James cheerfully as he collapsed on one of the chairs.

"Morning Mrs Potter," grinned Sirius, managing to give Mrs Potter a flurried kiss on the cheek before sitting down. Of course, Sirius' grin simply slid off his face when he saw June.

"What?" asked James as he noticed the look on his face. He glanced at June, "Oh."

"What is it?" asked June self consciously.

James was trying to suppress barely restrained laughter. "You're wearing Sirius' hoodie," he told her.

June blushed. "It was the only thing left, after you two decided to do away with all my clothing."

"What?" asked Sirius confusedly.

"That was me!" James said at once, raising his hand up as if admitting to doing something so wonderful, humanity itself would have to thank him for it.

Sirius glared at James. "What?" asked James innocently, "I can manage pranks without you, thank you very much!"

June was still red. "I'm sorry," she addressed Sirius, "As soon as this idiot returns my clothes -"

"Never gonna happen," said James cheerfully munching his eggs and sausages.

"- I'll give it back to you," finished June with gritted teeth.

"You can keep it," said Sirius, "Lord knows I want to get rid of it."

"Now, now, Sirius," James chided, "Don't you want to keep all the good memories."

June did not miss the wholehearted glare that Sirius passed on to James.

"Look, if it's important, I can return it now," said June worriedly.

"No, No!" said Sirius, kicking James under the table, "Keep it!"

James yelped at the well aimed kick and Mrs Potter smiled good naturedly from behind the newspaper.

"You know, June," said James with a conspirational grin, "There's an interesting story with that jacket -"

"Shut up," hissed Sirius, hitting James on the head.

"Boys," said Mrs Potter.

"Yes, mum," they muttered. Sirius secretly elbowed James. James punched Sirius. June plucked at the jacket.

June was going for a walk.

The frost was still there, of course, but bits of grass were visible. New Years was over, and everything looked a bit less... bleak for June. She woke up, knowing full well that the holidays were almost over. She looked outside, and bundled herself in a blue jumper Mrs Potter had given her and simple jeans.

Her scruffy scarf from days that seemed terribly long ago lingered on her chair. She took it along as well. Her old black coat was hanging behind the door. She fingered it's folds.

It had been her mother's, you see. Her mother had left practically nothing for her when she had gone, apart from this coat which somehow survived the purge. June sometimes wondered where she was right now, or whether she was okay or not.

When her mother had left, June had built scenarios in her head about how she would come to save June, and how they would live happily ever after in some cottage at the edge of a wood, and how she would meet a boy who paid her attention, and how they would fall in love, and how her mother would bless them both before they got married. But those dreams were long buried in her brain. Dreaming was a luxury she rarely allowed herself these days.

But now, so far away from those horrible nights, she allowed herself one second to breathe. To imagine what it would be like away from her father. Away from her past. Maybe, just maybe, this could work out.

June was dreaming after a long time.

The realization that she was dreaming scared her more than anything. She shook herself and began walking on the icy grounds.

Her boots crunched on the snow as she walked on and on into the estate. It was gigantic, of course. The Potters were really rich. She presently walked into the tiny wood. It was rather picturesque, and June fancied herself a fairy.

It had been so long since she had done anything remotely childish, all this was like a forbidden paradise.

She stood up straight in the snow, her arms upraised, and the wind whipped across her cheeks.

"What are you doing?" came a cheeky voice.

June turned around to find a certain Sirius Black staring at her. She flushed.

"Nothing," she muttered quickly.

"Something," he prodded.

"I was imagining what it would be like to fly," she said.

"That can be easily remedied," said Sirius with a grin, "We are wizards, are we not? Flying is no issue."

She blanched and shook her head. "Not that kind," she said quickly.

"What kind?"

"Maybe on a hippogriff," she said with a shrug, "Or flying in it's strictest sense."

"Uh huh," he said smiling at her, "I might have to think on that. Want to walk?"

"Sure," said June, squirming on the inside.

And Sirius began to take her along the entire estate, supplying every thicket of trees with information galore, about how this was the rock they had hidden Macy Goodwin's bra, or how this was the stream where Charles Potter took them fishing. He told her about every little thing about the estate, as if hoping to make her part of the stories.

They at down at the edge of a tiny pond, on a bare faced rock, drinking in the magic of the scene. For June, this was unrealistic. Completely surreal. Not in her wildest dreams had she imagined something like this to happen to her.

The holidays were over. June had a nice and ready trunk full of stuff. James had been nice enough to lend her some rather wonderful books from his father's library, and they weighed heavily in her trunk. She dragged the trunk along with Mrs Potter, James and Sirius.

"June, take care of my boys?" said Mrs Potter as they said their goodbyes.

June nodded, and accepted her hug, as well as her kiss.

"I-I'll try," she muttered.

Mrs Potter smiled at her, handing her a bag of cookies. "Chocolate chip," she winked.

June looked at the bag of cookies while Mrs Potter said goodbye to her sons. They stared at her in all their cookieness, smiling at her, trying to say something a lot of people this term had been saying to her. Why on earth should she settle for half baked biscuits, when she was getting the chocolate chips?

She smiled to herself, one of those full, radiant, smiles that made her plain face look like it had been carved by a painter. And she pocketed the cookies.

"June!" came a cry from somewhere.

Lily Evans stumbled towards her and enveloped her in a hug.

"Hi," said June, trying to concentrate on breathing.

"How was your Christmas?" Lily breathed.

"It was good," said June happily.

Over the years, she had built herself a rapport; in which she had no friends and no room for happiness. For the first time, she felt that she had the energy to kill the rapport.

So that's that everyone. It took one day more than it should have, but it was a boring chapter, and I couldn't bring myself to write it out. Seriously, the story is going to pick up pace again in sometime, but in the meanwhile, much love to all of you, go have an amazing time in school, go to college, get jobs, and fall in love – not necessarily in that order. You wouldn't want to fall in love at an inconvenient time, now would you?