Sirius didn't even go for his wand, opting instead to slam his fist into the side of Malfoy's face with enough force to cause the blonde to stumble. James dropped to kneel beside his sister, he shed his suit jacket to press it against the wounds. Severus turned heel to run only for Sirius to slam him against a wall.

Jane focused on her surroundings, pretending there wasn't blood rushing up her throat, pretending her vision wasn't going spotty. The last thing she registered was Lucius and Sirius joining her brother in hovering above her.

Sirius had a brief sense of déjà vu, sitting beside Jane's hospital bed. Madame Pomfrey had assured them that Jane would wake up within the day but she had already been unconscious almost twelve hours. He and James had brought her back to Hogwarts as soon as the Malfoy's house elf tentatively bandaged the bleeding wound, even the elf's magic hadn't healed it. A small while ago Sirius had convinced James to rest on a spare bed.

"We've got to stop meeting like this," a voice croaked and Sirius' attention snapped to the girl on the bed. Her eyes were half-open, she blinked a few times before giving him a small smile. "You look bloody awful."

Sirius scoffed, an unstoppable grin spreading across his face. "Says the girl in the hospital bed."

"Says the boy with the bloody knuckles," Jane laughed, a cough taking over quickly but not enough to make the light leave her eyes. Light leave her eyes? Gods, Sirius was getting poetic. "Couldn't go an hour without me so you punched a wall?"

"I mean," Sirius shrugged, eyes darting over to the recently vacated chair Lucius had been taking up, "Malfoy might have a thick head but I wouldn't really call him a wall, at least walls serve purpose."

Jane's eyes widened almost comically, "You can't be serious."

"I'm almost certain I'm the only Sirius you'll ever know."

"Brat."

Sirius didn't miss the affectionate tone, or the soft smile as she shook her head. He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, "Rest."

The second time Jane woke she spoke with her brother for a few moments before persuading him to go eat.

When Jane woke for the third time she was alone save for the injured Malfoy who had once again taken up the space of the chair next to her cot.

"I was doing it for you."

Jane sighed and closed her eyes again, "The bloody hell does that mean?"

"It means I was doing it for you. Your brother wouldn't have been hurt, I knew given the choice Severus would attack Sirius over James. With Sirius there would be no repercussions, Severus knew no matter what Lily said; she cares for James. She would never have forgiven him. Sirius Black is a filthy blood traitor—"

"You initiated Severus? With my brother and his best friend," Jane spoke incredulously, sitting upright and barely wincing when the bandages across her abdomen rubbed against the cut. "And you think you were doing it for me? Are you bloody mad-!"

"He abandoned his family! He would just have done the same to you!"

"—so you thought what? 'Alright let's just kill the bloke'?"

"—You deserved better, had it all gone to plan you would've seen that. All he will ever be is a filthy blood traitor! You need someone worthy of you! To take care of you! I could do that, Jane, not him, me! I could—"

The slap of her hand against his face was enough to cut him off and even if it hadn't been her glare would've done the job. When she finally spoke it was with a deathly calm voice. "You have no place telling me what I need, Lucius Malfoy. He's a blood traitor in the eyes of pureblood bigots, in my eyes he will always be someone to care for. I don't care what you think of him, from now on you stay the hell away from Sirius Black. You stay the hell away from the Marauders. You stay the hell away from my friends. And you stay the bloody hell away from me."

Lucius shook his head, "I care for you, Jane Potter."

"And I don't care. Leave."

"Jane—"

"Leave, Lucius Malfoy, or I swear every Death Eater in this school will know that you yourself are a blood traitor."

"I am no such thin—"

"Me. I am a blood traitor, your relations with me have sullied your status. We shagged, Malfoy, how do you think your darling Dark Lord would take that?"

"You wouldn't."

"We both know very well that I'd be happy to."

Straightening his shoulders and standing with an air of confidence that Jane knew was forced, he left. Immediately she let herself fall back onto the bed, all energy leaving her body with a sigh.

Rain tapped against the window with a soft pitter-patter, a soft downfall that was far from a storm. Still, Jane pulled the blanket over her head and curled in on herself. Through the thin cotton of the hospital sheet the approaching figure was blatantly visible, or would be if Jane had her eyes open, the weight on the bed shifted as someone dropped to sit beside Jane's curled up form. Barely a moment had passed before Jane was being shifted so that her head could rest in George's lap, the blanket moved below her chin as George smiled down at her.

"Ye say ye were a 'Ravenclaw' but ye don't seem all too smart, ending up in Medical Ward so often."

"Intelligence, wisdom," Jane closed her eyes, leaning into George, "Those are only the calling card traits of Ravenclaw. Like bravery is to Gryffindor, or as cunning is to Slytherin, or loyalty is to Hufflepuff. But each of the houses are so much more. Ravenclaw is for the creative, the wise, the witty, for the accepting, the curious."

"So," George brushed his hand through Jane's loose black hair, "Ye 'Ravenclaws' do stupid thing because; why not?"

With a light laugh Jane shook her head, "I fell off my broom, George, I didn't jump out a window."

"Whatever ye say, Raven."

Jane wandered the halls with her brother's sweater pulled tight around her shoulders, she stopped at a window to gaze at the full moon. There was little she didn't know about her brother and his friends; they would be at the shrieking shack now, keeping Remus from hurting anyone, or himself. Only so many moons could pass before she had run out after her brother to see what the hype was about, it had been an interesting endeavour. The Ravenclaw had always liked watching the moon, and the stars, glow in the black of the night.

Mariland, or home, or Hogwarts, it was one thing that never changed and she loved it.

The footsteps of someone approaching echoed in the empty halls and Jane turned her head to look when they stopped abruptly—

Red hair and green eyes were Weasley traits, that was the first thing she could think, everyone knew red hair and green eyes were Weasley traits.

But his hair was such a light red that in the dim lighting of Hogwarts halls it could pass as blond. She thought for a moment if she focused on his hair long enough she could pretend he was someone else but…

His eyes were captivating in their brightness, as they always had been, and Jane was frozen staring at him.

Tentatively he smiled, "Hey, Raven."

Alrighty babes, only a few chapters more probably. this story has escaped me but i'm doing my best to get it to the finish, i'm gonna try a few more hp fics tho because I LOVE THESE CHARACTERS, so feel free to pm me plot bunnies, prompts, characters, ships, whatever you want and i'll check it out for another fic. I've had a great time with this one though, and I really hope you've all enjoyed it too!