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Onyx opened her eyes to see sunshine flooding the attic room. Sirius snored gently next to her, his arm casually slung over midsection as if they had been together for years. Sleep took decades off of Sirius' usually concerned face. Onyx wondered how he would be different if things had not gone down the way they did fourteen years previously. With his good looks and charm, Sirius probably would be married with kids of his own by now.
"You know it's not polite stare." Sirius opened his eyes blearily, smirking over at Onyx.
"Well no one has ever accused me of being polite." Onyx laughed and snuggled in closer to his chest. "I don't want to get up."
Sirius wrapped both arms around her, "Let's just hide up here today and make them all wonder where we've gone."
Onyx was about to agree wholeheartedly when they both heard a buzzing noise coming from her discarded clothes. Frantically, Onyx pulled on Sirius' shirt and rushed to the sound. Sirius joked about her keeping 'a toy' on hand she she pulled out the source of the sound - a muggle zippo lighter. When she lit the flame it flashed green and the head of Zed appeared.
" 'Nyx, you feeling better?" Zed said tersely.
"I'm fine, sir." Onyx tried to sound as if she did not just wake up.
"Good. We received intelligence of a dark mark showing up over Manhattan last night. I'm sending you and Torsten to look into it. He found deatheaters last week trying to recruit in the area. Be ready within the hour."
"Yes sir." Onyx turned back to Sirius, "Duty calls!" She tried to sound confident, but Sirius saw through the charade.
"Are you sure you're ready to go back?"
"I have to be, the team needs me. Besides, this isn't exactly..." Onyx paused, unsure how to finish, "My first rodeo." Sirius looked at her dubiously, obviously wanting more detail. Onyx took a deep breath and sat with her head on the headboard and her knees drawn up to her chest, Sirius' shirt hiked up to reveal nearly her hip bones. "A part of our training is learning how to be tortured. I've already taken too long to recover, the others will think I'm being weak."
"It's not weak to take time off after what you went through! Most wizards would have broken or gone completely insane after that!" Sirius got up from the bed and began dressing, plainly irritated.
"That's just the thing isn't it?" Onyx stood and headed for the door. "I'm not a wizard. I'm a witch, Sirius. We have to be stronger just to prove that we belong in this sort of thing." Onyx hesitated before opening the door, "I'll see you at breakfast." As she walked away she heard something heavy hit one of the walls from inside the room.
Onyx reached the hallway where her room was located and saw Tonks coming out of the bedroom Remus was staying in. The two women regarded one another conspiratorially, both knowing how the other spent their nights. Tonks winked, "Nice shirt. I won't tell if you won't tell."
"Agreed." Onyx passed and scurried to her room to pack.
Within fifteen minutes she had managed to clean up, pack, and put on some more respectable clothes. The whole time she wondered about her night with Sirius. It's not like it meant anything. We were both just lonely. You have work to do. Onyx tried to logic her way out of believing there were any true emotions involved. She decided to file it away for later contemplation and headed towards the kitchen where everyone had gathered.
Sirius was showing Harry an old photograph of the original Order. Curious to see what Remus and Sirius looked like when they were her age Onyx looked over Harry's shoulder. There they were, Remus looked tired - it was clearly close to the full moon when the picture was taken - and Sirius had his head thrown back in laughter. Onyx nearly jumped when she took in the man next to Sirius. He had messy black hair and glasses, his arm slung around the shoulder of a pretty red-headed woman. "Sirius, who is that?" She pointed at the man.
"That's James, Harry's dad." Onyx noted the sorrow and longing in his voice.
James Potter. Onyx looked closer at the picture. She imagined the young man in the photo with fourteen years of aging and a deep scar running from his left ear to his mouth. There was no mistaking it, James Potter was her stepfather.