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A/N: Written for the Globetrotter Drabble Competition II, One Million Words Added Competition, A Bit of Motivation Competition, and the If You Dare Continued challenge and the Camp Potter II Obstacle course challenge.

Prompt: Country 17, Riga Lativa - Write about either of the Wizarding Wars, Quicksand, Sirius/Minerva, "How can you love that - that -that THING?", Candles, Sweat, Avada Kedavra, Blossom.

You Wound Me!

"How can you love that-that-that THING?" Sirius Black shouted out in dramatically as he angrily burst through the doors and walked into the kitchen of number 12. "I thought that we were happy together! I thought that we even had a romantic night with candles, sweat and sweets and your favourite group, Blossom!"

Silence rang through the kitchen as Minerva's hand went behind her back and pulled her wand out of its holder while she carefully eyed the insane looking man. The tension grew in the air as everyone stared at the ex-con.

"What are you talking about Sirius?" Remus asked as he carefully looked his friend in the eye for to check for glints of insanity.

"Minerva swept me into the pits of love like how quicksand pulls you under only for Minerva to cruelly Avada Kedavra my heart!" Sirius answered as he let out a dramatic moan. "If I had known what side of the war you were really was on than I would of never allowed you to court me."

"Court you? Black what are you going on about?" Minerva asked with a glare.

"Minerva McGonagall you are really a spy for the Dark Side! You feel no love for me or even the man who I thought you would cheat on me with, Dumbledore!" Sirius said as he pointed a finger at Minerva, ignoring how her wand was slowly raising to point at his heart, "You want the Dark Side to win this war! You are not going out with me you double timing witch! You are really dating You-Know-Who!"

For the next few minutes the sound of crickets was the only sound heard in the kitchen of number 12.

End of Drabble.