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"Riley?" Harry asked, knocking briefly on the door before entering the room.

Her head shot up, her chestnut hair swinging into her eyes and a panicked look crawling on to her face. She swept the loose strands back behind her ear and Harry saw her eyes. He wrinkled his brow in concern and slowly sauntered up to her in a solemn manner. Her dark brown eyes were pink and her dark makeup ran down her cheeks in dried streaks, shadowing her face with the dark hollow circles. When he reached her desk, she faked a cough and swiveled around in her chair to hide from Harry. She wiped her eyes with her hand leaving dark makeup stains upon her skin. She stared down at her shoes, avoiding the boy-who-lived. Harry rolled his eyes in frustration and gently pushed against her chair so she rotated around to face him. She didn't even try to look up at him as his intense eyes bore into her skin.

"What's wrong?" he asked with a paternal tone.

Riley merely shook her head and mumbled, "Nothing, Harry. Please leave me alone."

Harry frowned, "There's definitely something wrong, Riley. You're not a crier."

Riley gazed up at the boy in confusion. "How do you know so much about me?"

Harry shifted uneasily and his frown returned, "You're changing the subject."

Riley sighed, she seemed to have a soft spot for the adolescent in front of her though she didn't know why.

"This place just brings back so many memories."

Harry smiled, "But you must have had some good memories too."

Riley's eyes twinkled with a glint of merriment and she smirked,

"Definitely…"

"Riley?"

"Hm?"

"Did you have other friends besides Professor Snape?"

Riley's smiling eyes ceased their twinkle and she hollowly gazed at the boy in front of her.

"Yeah, three others. Your father, Remus Lupin, and Sirius Black…"

She cleared her throat nervously, "Sirius Black is in Azkaban now—but you know that."

As Riley looked over at Harry, she noticed a curious expression on his face and her brow arched in wonder.

"What are you thinking about, Harry?"

His eyes suddenly widened at her words in surprise and with a smile, Riley read his expression. She crossed her legs casually,

"No, Harry, I'm not a mind reader, but I know that look. You got that from your father."

Riley reached up and pulled her fingers through her short hair calmly, "That look was his I'm-up-to-something look." Harry blushed and a smug expression graced Riley's face.

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"Ow, Hermione!"

Hermione blushed behind her thick hair and loosened her grip on Sirius' wrist.

"Sorry."

She muttered, still dragging him behind her, down the hallway. Sirius used his free hand to sweep the loose black hair that hung in his dark eyes, just barely, as Hermione again picked up speed along the smooth stones beneath their feet.

"I knew you liked me, Hermione, but this much?"

Sirius joked as she continued to drag him through the deserted hall. Hermione silently thanked who ever was listening that it was a Hogsmeade weekend, it would be slightly embarrassing to be seen dragging Sirius Black around like this, not to mention with that stupid grin gracing his handsome features.

"Harry's really not feeling that well, he's calling for you."

Sirius' brow rose in shock, "Is he alright? Where is he?" Sirius' voice heightened with a fearing tone.

Hermione grimaced, very much like Harry, she hated lying, especially to Sirius now, and she found herself to not be a very good liar, period. Hermione stared in front of her as they continued their descent down farther and farther into the castle.

"Just a little further." She said, yanking him around a corner.

She gripped tighter, getting nervous with every step closer. Sirius couldn't feel the pain anymore, all his thoughts concentrated on his godson and his well being. He was so focussed on his thoughts that he did not realize where they had ended up.