A/N: Another update! Yay. It's a bit shorter than the usual. This is more of a Sirius and Adhara drama filled chapter. Hope you like it. Should have another chapter in another week. Tell me your thoughts. Sorry about the grammatical errors.


You never apologized to me for hurting me, but I apologized to you 12 times for being angry about it.


Adhara knew that this wouldn't go easy on her brother. She knew that is was already an idiotic idea for her to accept help from Fabian but how could she say no? It was the perfect opportunity to be around him without it looking suspicious. But she knew it would appear that way anyways. Thomas and Severus are the next best people she knows who are amazing at Defense Against Dark Arts without attracting wary looks. Adhara was already regretting it but sometimes it worth it. She kept repeating that to herself throughout the day.

Adhara thought the next best scenario was to avoid her brother for a while. His face was so red she thought he would faint from the amount of blood that rose to his head. She knew that he despises Fabian for some overprotective brother reason. She is not going to let him ruin this for her…just yet.

It only took one day for her to avoid him without a hitch but then Sirius dragged James into this. She was on her way from quidditch practice when she felt someone wrap an arm around her. James led her through the dark halls. Before she could even process where the boy was taking her, she was pushed into the broom cupboard.

"You're not leaving until you make up," James yelled at them.

"Lumos," she whispered, just so she could see Sirius glaring down at her. "You better not yell," she mustered up the most threatening tone she has (not much of it).

Sirius sighed as if he was preparing himself for a big speech.

"I'm sorry," he finally said. Adhara was not ready for an apology. If anything she was expecting more yelling and the apology in another few days. It was standard routine between the twins. It could have been considered predictable. If anything Sirius was way ahead of schedule.

"Don't look so shocked," Sirius shoves her lightly.

"Well, you usually simmer in anger for a few days then come groveling," she teases him.

"Am I becoming predictable?" he gasps. "I need to up my game."

"So, what are you sorry for?" she prods. Sirius had the tendency to apology without really knowing why he should be sorry in the first place.

"I was pretty…intense with you during our practice duel," he explains.

"More than intense. You were insufferable," Adhara complains.

"I promise to be better," he gave her a wide smile. "So how about giving me 'nother chance?"

Adhara narrowed her eyebrows at the male. "I wasn't joking when I said that you are revoked from being my tutor."

"But you forgave me."

"Doesn't mean I would forget," Adhara rolled her eyes. She was getting ready to walk out on him so she didn't have to deal with another agreement but he grabbed her by the arm, pulling her back in.

"So Fabian's better?" He seethed. Again. Must she say how predictable her brother is? She really didn't want to deal with this. She leaned against the wall and crossed her arms. She might as well get comfortable for the hollering.

"He is a member of the dueling club and a year ahead of us," she defended. "I doubt he would yell at me either when he is supposed to be helping me."

Sirius groaned at how obvious his sister was. Her smile went larger the more she defended Fabian's honor. It was pretty obvious what the actual reason behind this.

"He's still a prat," he said like that was all te reason to dump the guy. "He didn't do anything to you, right?"

Adhara scoffed. He would try to find a motive of behind Fabians' act of chivalry. Adhara told him just that.

"Chivalry? Really? What next? He's the next Prince Charming?" Sirius taunted.

"Like you're any better." She hated this. Hated how he would just look down at her and think she had horrible judgment. Fabian is a Gryffindor and isn't that an amazing quality in a love interest that many girls look for? Right after looking for Hufflepuff qualities in one. "You guys could get along if you would stop being such a prat. He's a nice guy. He's your housemate."

"Just because he's my housemate doesn't mean I'm approving him to use you."

"Use me?"

"Yeah, use you," he said. "You don't get to see him behind the portrait hole, Addie. He's a constant flirt with his fan girls. He's probably trying to reel you in because he's bored and you're probably a challenge."

That didn't bode well with his sister. Adhara replied back with a hard shove that rivaled a bludger to the gut. Adhara couldn't even fathom a response to put him his place.

"Engorgio Skullus," she cites on her way out the broom cupboard. If it wasn't for his swelling head, he would have stood there impressed by how she cast the spell without even looking at him as she walked away from him. Casting a hex at that! And why does she know a hex anyways?

"Addie!"


"Um…" Remus was speechless when the two friends walked into their shared room. He recalled James vowing he is going to make 'The Twins' makeup or he would die trying. He didn't die trying as he could see but Remus knew that their plan didn't succeed either. He could sense it by the depressed and angry aura around Sirius and how James was laughing his butt off every time he glanced at the swelled head of the Pureblood. "Should I ask?"

"Sirius doesn't know when to keep his big mouth shut," James cackled. "I think you have a problem when it comes to Addie, mate."

"Sod off," Sirius chucked a pillow at the male but he missed.

"Adhara did that?" A hex? The Pureblood who's afraid of even casting a disarming spell, cast a spell swelling spell at her brother of all people. Remus wished he was there to witness the stunned look that came upon Sirius' smug face. He knew that if it was anyone else, the boy would have been quick to make a counter attack. I guess there are perks to being Sirius' sister, Remus mused. She doesn't have to deal with the consequences.

"Got me when my guard was down," he pouted.

"So what did you do?" Peter asked. Remus was not the only one who knew that Sirius' big mouth was the culprit in this. He had no filter when his temper is involved.

"She didn't like what I had to say when it talked about her precious Fabian."

"She's smitten," James said with a husky tone as he fanned himself with his hand. "Got the hots for Prewitt."

"Likes the first bloke who gives her a bit attention," he mumbled.

"Sirius," Remus warned. Adhara may not be his sister. Merlin, she's not even a friend and more like an acquaintance. But that didn't stop the werewolf from almost growling at this friend, defending the Hufflepuff. "That's your sister you're insulting."

No one likes a disappointed Remus. He had the 'look'. Almost as bad as Dumbledore giving them a disappointed expression. It could make their guilt double in just a snap of the fingers, they would joke about.

"It's true," Sirius' voice now a whisper.

"I think you should not speak to Adhara for a while," Remus advised. "I think you already did enough damage. You were already still angry after dueling her and to top it off she replaced you with Fabian—the guy you hate. You didn't have time to…think on it."

James and Peter agreed. Trust Remus to be the counsel in this.

"I had plenty of time to think on it," Sirius said. "I had all day to do it. I still didn't like that he is going to spend time with her."

"I also noticed that you don't like Higgs," James said.

Sirius shrugged as if it was normal to not like the Slytherin. "He's a Slytherin. Is there anything to like about him?"

"He is your sister's friend," Peter said. Remus could see where the other two are coming from when they brought up Thomas Higgs.

"You don't like sharing Adhara—

"—especially with blokes," James interrupted. "I knew you had a sister complex."

Sirius was ready to pounce on the cackling boy but lost his balance because of his swelled head. He tripped over his own feet and landed right on Remus. His elbow dug into his stomach making the werewolf shove his friend off of him.

"You're supposed to be the nice one," Sirius whined. The boy sighed. "Fine, I'll let this settle for a few days."

Sirius didn't need any help leaving his sister alone. Adhara was avoiding him right back. And she was not even trying to hide it. Instead of going to Hogsmeade with him and his group of friends, she went with Higgs and Severus.

"So," Severus begins. His voice already a bit deeper than the average thirteen-year-old. "What did Black do this time?"

"Was a prat," she answered automatically. It became the instant answer every time someone would ask her—mostly girls who are worried for the Gryffindor third year.

"That's nothing new," Thomas snorted.

"Hey," Adhara nudged him hard into the side. "That's my brother you're talking about."

"Well, I'm allowed to have my opinion of the prat. Aren't I?" he said sweetly.

"Not when they insult my brother."

"Even if you're in a row with him?" Severus questioned.

"How did this start anyway?" Thomas asked.

Adhara opened her mouth to answer but quickly closed it. She could trust the two. She knew she could if she confided in them about Fabian. But these are not a group of girls who she can gossip about how fit Fabian is. These are two Slytherin boys who do not want to hear her giggle about the redhead. They don't even know she talks to the guy on a regular basis. Why would she? She's not even in the same house as him.

"He was trying to help me in Defense Against the Dark Arts but he's the worse at teaching," she admits. "So I told him to stuff it."

"There has to be more to this," Thomas could see right through the Hufflepuff. She's the worse liar. He knew that it was partial but her hesitating before means she was leaving some key facts out of the story.

"There is but…it's personal."

"Personal?" Severus' voice draws.

"Yes. I can't tell my friends everything," she rolls her eyes. Adhara needed to change the subject quickly. These two boys are masters at drawing information out of her with a few cunning questions. "Now, let's go get some Butterbeer."


"Now that you all done the reading and practiced the Incantation for Boggarts, I thought it would…fun for you to use it against a live boggart," Professor Blackwood, their DADA teacher said. A lot of the students were excited.

A few was dreading it.

"Have I mentioned how much I hate this class," Adhara said to Lily.

"Only a million times," she teased. "What? Afraid that the class is going to see your worst fear? Is it embarrassing?"

"I don't even know what I fear the most," she mumbled. Many things popped into her mind. Spiders. Complete Darkness. Her mother. Oh, merlin, she prays to whatever muggle deity that her mother does not show up and scream at her in front of the whole class.

Remus was not surprised to see that Adhara went to the back of the line. Unlike James and a few other Gryffindors, he was not excited to see what his fear would be. He knew exctly what he feared but he didn't know how it would show up with the boggart. A werewolf? Fenir Greyback? His friends rejecting him because of his blood status. It could be anything. He was taken back when he saw how reluctant Sirius was of all people to join the line. He wasn't at the front of the line like his best mate but he wasn't going to look like a coward by going to the end of the line where most of the Hufflepuffs resided.

"Hello, Remus," Adhara greets him as he makes his way behind the Hufflepuff. He could sense how nervous she was. Her hands was twitiching while holding her wand.

"Hello."

"Why aren't you in the front with the rest of Gryffindors?" she asked.

"Hard to believe because us lions are full of fearlessness but I am not so excited about my worst fears being in the open for everyone to see," Remus said. He tried to sound playful about it but the stare that Adhara gave him meant that she saw right through it. She noded with understanding.

"I think of bravery as going against something or someone even if you're afraid," she said softly.

"You really do know how to make someone feel better," he said full of sincerity. His smile widened when her cheeks flushed a light pink. Nothing compared to how she reacts with Fabian but it was still a win to the werewolf.

Their classmates had the usual fears. Bugs. Snakes. Someone had a vampire (Remus knew that, that person was a muggleborn because who is afraid of creatures that don't exist?).

The line was getting shorter. It was then Sirius' turn.

Remus expected something out of the ordinary for the Pureblood. He was full of courage and seemed never afraid. Bugs and reptiles wouldn't make him shake in fear. If anything he was expecting Walburga Black screeching at him about being a blood-traitor but he was not expecting a copy of Adhara standing on the opposite side. He could hear Adhara gasp when she caught sight of her brother's boggart. The boggart version of Adhara had this angry expression on her face and looking as if she was ready to scream at Sirius. Before she could even get a word out of her mouth, Sirius yelled, "Riddikulus." Her head swelled twice the size as Sirius' did last week. It popped, giving out a farting noise.

Adhara was ready to jump out of line to chase her brother who stormed out of the classroom (because James just had to laugh and yell why was he scared of own little sister) but Remus grabbed her by the arm.

"Sirius is proud. You know that," he explained. "He may be your brother but I doubt he wants his sister to go run after him after being embarrassed in front of the whole class. Especially if you're his…boggart."

"Is it because we're in a row?"

"May explain why you both are in row," Remus guessed. He knew it wasn't much help but he also knew that Sirius needed some time alone before talking about his boggart.

After a few Hufflepuffs finally went before it was Adhara's turn.

Remus saw this man before.

Tall and intimidating with a hard glare on his face. Dark black hair slicked back. Sharp cheekbones, pursed lips, and silver eyes.

"How could you," his voice was deep and smooth. Eyes never leaving Adhara. "How could you do this to our family." His voice rattled the room.

Remus knew where he saw this man.

Earlier this year on the platform.

It was her father.