It was a few weeks after the ball and I was sitting in the common room tutoring Sirius. He didn't need tutoring at all but I didn't tell him that. I enjoyed talking to him even if it was forced. Although I think Sirius enjoyed my company, well that's what I told myself.

At the end of the session I started putting my stuff away and bid Sirius farewell. I was about to head up to my dormitory when Sirius grabbed my arm.

"Want to do something fun?" He asked. His eyes were glowing with mischief and I knew I should say no but my heart was screaming yes.

"What did you have in mind?"

He then grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the common room, leaving all my potions notes and homework. I didn't care about schoolwork at this moment though.

He led me down to a deserted corridor and took me to a portrait and stopped. I was about to ask him what we were doing but he then tickled a pear and the portrait swung open. What are we doing?

Then the smell of food hit my nose and I knew where we were. The kitchen. It was so typical of Sirius to take me here.

"I always wanted to know where this place was." I said looking at the kitchen in awe.

"I knew you'd love it." He said looking pleased with himself.

"Duh, who wouldn't love food?"

"No one. Well no one besides anorexic people. Did you know I actually thought you were anorexic when I first met you?"

"Thanks." I said glaring at him. He could be so infuriating sometimes. I'm thin but not that thin.

"Well before you kill me, we should eat." He said smiling cheekily.

I agreed and we sat down at a table the house elves told us to use.

A little later I was eating the chocolate cake I'd asked the house elves for and Sirius was eating cookies. The cake was delicious.

Every bite I took, I smiled with pleasure. The chocolate melted on my tongue and it was rich in flavor.

"Enjoying the cake?" Sirius asked with a smirk.

"Yes." I said with a mouthful of chocolate. I didn't care what Sirius thought of me, that cake was the only thing I cared about at that moment.

"I can tell."

I swallowed before speaking and looked at him.

"This cake is Siriously delicious."

He looked at me for a moment with an amused expression on his face.

"I thought you hated that pun."

"It's grown on me."

We both chuckled a little bit but then his face got serious.

"Sam there's something I want to ask you," started Sirius. "And you have to be honest." He looked at me a moment before continuing and I got nervous. Was he going to ask me out? My heartbeat quickened and I could feel it pounding in my chest. "How'd you get those scars?"

Oh. I was not expecting that at all. Before I could lie, I looked into his eyes. He looked so trustworthy and genuinely concerned and my heart melted.

"My father," I said in barely more than a whisper. Before I lost my nerve, I continued my story. "After my mother died, he became an alcoholic. He lost his job and started spending most of his time at local bars." My eyes started to tear up and Sirius grabbed my hand and ran his thumb back and forth across my hand, it encouraged me to continue. "He used to come back home and if I got in his way he'd hurt me. I was ten when he first hurt me. It was only bad when he was drinking, when he was sober he'd spend most of his time sobbing and apologizing to me. I told him if he was truly sorry he'd quit drinking but he got angry and slapped me. When I came to Hogwarts I confessed to Dumbledore my father's abuse and he helped me. My father was sent to Azkaban and I was sent to an orphanage. Any place was better than with my dad and I don't mind the orphanage. I only have to be there in the summer."

I tried to laugh a little to ease the situation but Sirius just continued to stare at me. His hand was still holding mine and he looked at me with a knowing look. The kind of look that left me wondering if he had a bad home life too.

"I'm so sorry." Is all he said.

"It's not your fault." I said. I hated peoples sympathy, it made me feel weak.

"I know but that's so messed up."

"A lot is messed up."

I then looked up at him and smiled. It wasn't a happy smile but I hoped it conveyed the sense of gratitude I felt. Sirius might be wild and unpredictable but he was the type of friend who truly cared about you. It meant a lot to me that I was one of his friends.

We then sat in a comfortable silence and I enjoyed the feeling of my hand in his.

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