Exactly 2000 words. It took me forever to get that exact number, so I hope you like it! Oh, and I do not own Harry Potter.
Sirius
Sam knows everything. Well, not everything, but she knows a lot. I haven't even told James any of this, but I'm glad I told her. I wish I'd told her a long time ago. She didn't act all sympathetic; she didn't pity me, and I'm grateful for that. I don't want to be treated different because I come from a bunch of pureblood freaks. I'm nothing like them.
The cold makes us come inside eventually, and her mother is cooking again. This time she's making dinner. We must have been outside for a while. That explains why we're frozen. "Dinner's ready," she says struggling to lift the heavy pot.
I take it from her without a word, and she smiles gratefully. "Thank you Sirius," she says.
"No problem, Mom," I say jokingly. I've been calling her "mom" for three years now. I know she loves it, but she'd never admit it.
When everyone is seated at the table, "mom" has us all bow our heads for the prayer. They're family has always been strong Christians. They are the people who brought me to Christ. I sometimes wonder hoe different my life would be without them. They're more of a family to me than mine ever was.
"Dig in," my father says afterwards. It's a simple meal of spaghetti and meatballs, but it's amazing all the same. I love Sam's mom's cooking. Anyone who doesn't is insane.
"Boys," The twins receive a stern look from their father, and stop whatever they were doing.
"So, how's Kaelin?" Sam's mom asks her. Sam and I both smile at this. I know Sam's been dying to tell her mother about Kaelin and Remus.
"She's good. She's dating Remus," Sam says. Her mom raises and eyebrow.
"Remus seems like a nice boy," she comments. "Very smart isn't he?" We nod. She doesn't know about him being a werewolf, but I doubt she would be one to hate him for it.
I remember the time we all stayed here for Easter. With the six of us, it was crazy, but Remus seemed to keep everything together. He was polite, and kept us out of trouble. For the most part anyway. Now Sam's mom loves him.
"How about James and Peter?" her father asks.
"James is still chasing after Lily, same as always, and Peter, well Peter's Peter," Sam says. True. Peter doesn't say much.
"How long has James been after that Lily now?" he asks.
"Since third year," I say smirking. James would never give up on her. Never.
"Poor boy, I don't understand why she hates him so much. He seems like a nice boy to me," Sam's mom says. Yeah, well, she thinks I'm a "nice boy" too. She hasn't seen James when he's hyper, or moaning about his unrequited love for Lily. It can get annoying after awhile, but, being the good friend that I am, I always listen. Or pretend to anyway.
The rest of dinner is much the same, with more questions about our lives at school. We answer them all, though not completely truthfully. We leave out all the pranking and general mischief we've gotten into so far. I help "mom" clear the table while Sam goes upstairs to take a shower.
"Sirius dear, hand me that plate will you?" "Mom" asks. I've never been able to figure out that dishwasher thing, so I help out by handing her the dishes.
"So, school's good?" she asks.
"Yeah," I answer absent-mindedly. We have this conversation every time I come here at least three times.
"Any girlfriends?" Woah. That was a new question.
"No," I say feeling my face turn slightly pink. She looks up at me smirking.
"Ah, but there is a girl isn't there?" she asks noticing my red face.
"Sort of," I say, wanting to change the subject. Thankfully, she doesn't dwell on it. What am I supposed to say? Yes, I've fallen for your daughter actually? I don't think so.
"I won't pry. Just make sure you treat her right," she says. "I think that's it for the dishes. Oh! George wanted to speak with you. I think he's in his office."
I walk to the office door wondering what Sam's dad could possibly want. I debate about knocking for a moment. I'm like family here, but I've never been in his office before. It doesn't seem right to just walk in.
Before I can make my decision, the door opens, and Sam's dad stands there. "Ah, Sirius, please come in," he says. I do, feeling slightly out of place. His office is neat and orderly with everything in its place.
"I wanted to speak with you about something," he says. I'm slightly worried now. His tone scares me.
"Yes, sir," I say taking a seat in one of the big squishy chairs. He sits in the other one. I've always called him "sir". I don't have quite the same relationship with him as "mom". He's not cold or mean. We just don't have a lot in common. He likes neat orderly things; I like being hyper and crazy.
"It's about Sam," he says. I cringe. I always knew this was coming. I just didn't expect it to be right now
"What about her?" I say trying to play innocent. I should know by now he can see right through that by now.
"Don't play innocent with me Sirius, you know exactly why you're here. I've seen the way you look at her," he says. I look at the ground feeling my face turn bright red.
"Now I'm not going to sit here and lecture you about treating my daughter right because I already know that you will." I feel a bit better about our conversation though I'm not exactly cheerful about it. Then again, what guy wants to talk to a man about dating his daughter?
"I just want to make sure you know what you're doing. I've noticed Sam's been catching the eye of a few boys around town, and the last thing I want is my baby girl to get hurt by some jerk," he says.
"I would never hurt her sir," I say quickly. That statement holds the most truth in any sentence I've ever said. I would never ever hurt Sam.
"No, I believe you. I'm just saying, that I'm afraid you're going to lose her," he says. I'm confused at where he's going with this.
"Sam's not going to wait forever Sirius. Don't miss your chance, and let some other guy break her heart," he says. "I've noticed how she is around you. You make her happy, and I want nothing less for my daughter," I don't answer
"Just think about what I've said." He says opening the door for me.
"I will," I say honestly.
When I leave his office, a thousand thoughts are swirling through my head. Some are good, and some are bad, but mostly they are just confusing. After all, it's not everyday your best friend's father tells you to man up and ask his daughter out.
Sam
Christmas is the same as always at my house. Lots of amazing food, presents, family, and my best friend. Who could ask for anything more? It's our last night here, and even though I will miss everyone, I'm glad to be going back to Hogwarts. I miss Kaelin, and Remus, and James, and even Peter. Dinner is cleaned up, and I'm supposed to be packing, but I'm too lazy. I'll do it last minute like I always do.
I haven't heard from anyone in a few days, but I assume they're just caught up in the Christmas spirit. I'll make sure they make up for their lack of letters when I see them tomorrow. I heard Lily and James met up somewhere in London by accident. I've yet to find out what happened since he says she spent the rest of the day with him, but I will soon.
I don't know where the twins are, and I'm not sure I want to know. They're probably doing something to get them in trouble.
"Let's go for a walk," I say looking at Sirius. He's watching TV like he's never seen one before. It is somewhat new to him, but you'd think after seven years, the amazement would wear down. Not for Sirius.
"Yeah, ok," he says not really paying attention. I'm pretty sure he doesn't even hear a word I say.
I grab his arm dragging him out the door despite his protests about whatever show he was watching. "Come on!" I say.
"Fine," he grumbles following me.
It's chilly outside, and I shiver a bit. I like the cold, but not that much. I wrap my jacket around me tighter putting my hands in my pockets to warm them up. Sirius looks distracted, and won't look at me. He's probably dwelling on his show he's missing. You'd think he'd enjoy going for a walk with his best friend. I decide to make conversation to get him talking.
"So, we're halfway through our last year of Hogwarts," I say. "It's kind of sad isn't it?"
"Yeah, a bit," he says absently. Well that didn't work. We walk in silence for a few moments, and Sirius seems to be fighting an internal battle. I'm about to ask him what's wrong when I hear a shout.
"Hey!" says the voice. I turn around to see a guy in a t-shirt and shorts sauntering over to us like he's so cool. Great, trouble.
"What's your name?" he asks.
"None of your business," I say coldly. I've dealt with people like him before. Jerks. You do not want to mess with these guys. I can see his group of friends walking a few yards behind him. They're probably all drunk.
"You're pretty hot. How's about we ditch your boyfriend here and go for a ride?" he says eyeing Sirius. Sirius glares at him, but doesn't say anything. He knows I like to fight my own battles.
"In your dreams," I say. "And he's not my boyfriend." I don't know why I add the last part. It's not like the guy cares. He just wants to mess with me.
"Come on sweetie, your too good for a guy like him. I'll take care of you," he says putting a hand on my arm. He starts to pull me away.
"Leave me alone!" I say trying to slip away from his grasp, but he holds tight. I cry out in pain when his icy grip tightens. It feels like my arm is going to break. Sirius glares at him even fiercer, and I know he isn't going to let this go on.
"Let her go," he growls. For once, I'm glad for his intervention.
"And who's gonna make me?" the guy snarls, but I can feel his grip loosen a tiny bit. Sirius is almost a head taller than him.
I don't expect what happens next, and I'm shocked. One minute, Sirius is glaring at him, and the next he's punching him in the face. The guy curses loudly holding his bleeding nose. His friends roar with laughter. I relax when he lets go of my arm.
"Jeez!" he says running off towards his friends. Sirius takes my arm much gentler than that other guy pulling me away from them and into my backyard.
"Thanks," I say. "You didn't have to punch him you know." Sirius shrugs, and I know there's no point in arguing. He would have done it either way. That's just his nature.
He doesn't say anything for a while, and once again I get the feeling he's fighting himself. Whatever he's hiding, I don't think it'll stay hidden for long. He tells me everything whether he wants to or not. When he does speak he sounds unsure. "Sam, I have something to tell you," he says his voice barely above a whisper. "Something I should have said a while ago."
So? Was it as goods I hope? Bet you can't wait for the next chapter! Will Sirius finally tell Sam everything? I guess you'll just have to wait and see!