Chapter 15:

Normal Pov

Rhianna frowned the next day. She had been sitting in her room reading a new book she had picked up at Hogsmead, when her stomach started churning again. Narcissa and Bellatrix threw her worried looks as she rushed past them into the bathroom. "I think you've caught a bug." Narcissa said as she and Bella peeked in. Rhianna fell onto her knees near the trash can, and let out a large slew of sickening vomit into the trash.

"No!" She sobbed painfully. "I don't think it's the bug. I almost never get sick! I hate throwing up-!" She ducked her head again and violently let spew her stomach contents. "Oh…" She moaned when she resurfaced, and her face was pale and ashen. "It's so painful and gross-!" She cried.

"Do you think you got food poisoning or some other crazy disease from dinner or something? I'm just saying… I don't trust those filthy house elves." Bellatrix whispered, flipping her curly black hair over her shoulder.

"No… Well maybe. I don't know. It happened yesterday. I threw up a little on the trail to Hogsmead-!"

"That was you?!" Bellatrix barked with laughter. "Ooh, now I kind of feel a little bad at making fun of the person who vomited on the sidewalk yesterday-!"

"Shut up Bella." Rhianna said playfully, rolling her eyes. She stood up wobbly, and then staggered pass the girls and back to her bed. Narcissa raised a curious eyebrow. "Well, I wish you had told Bella and me about this yesterday. I could have picked you up a test yesterday-!"

"A test?! Mother-! Narcissa just stop it." Rhianna snapped, and then pulled the blanket over her head.

"Well I'm just saying. You and Severus could have messed up, it's just better to know-!"

"But I haven't been with this Severus that way-!"

"How many Severus's do you know?" Bella chortled, and threw herself onto her bed.

"Shush. Give me a few minutes. I've got a headache." Rhianna groaned, and lifted a soft hand to her forehead gently. She could just feel the softly pulsing vein in her forehead.

"This is agitating." She said, rolling her eyes.

"Well you know what sweetie, Bella and I are going home for Christmas break. We'll brew you a pregnancy detecting potion while we're gone."

"Okay, but its not like I care. Because I'm NOT pregnant." Rhianna emphasized, and Bellatrix grinned.

"You're in denial."

"Shut up."

"Oh it's very common you know, there's no reason not to be shocked. But you're only getting this morning sickness once a day. Soon, it'll be happening every hour of the day! And you'll be wakening up in the middle of the night with cramps. One hundred times magnified! Your skin will get puffy, and you'll get fat! Or at least that' what my mother said-!"

"Oh Bella leave her be!" Narcissa snapped when Rhianna started to groan. "If you don't shut up-!"

"Both of you. Stop it now! Now Rhianna, have you talked to Severus about this yet-!"

"Severus and I haven't talked about anything! I haven't seen him in two days-!"

"Oh, about that," Bellatrix chirped. "Why are you avoiding Severus?"

"I'm not avoiding him!"

"Well that's not what he said."

"Well that's stupid, because I have not been avoiding him." Rhianna said, crossing her arms with a taunt glare. Bellatrix raised an eyebrow at her, and they stared at each other briefly. After a second, Rhianna breathed.

"You know what?! Fine. Maybe I have been avoiding him, but not for the reason you think. Because… Well what do I have to be with him twenty four seven?!" Rhianna snapped at her, and then turned back onto her stomach.

"Be careful, don't hurt the baby-!"

"Shut up!"

Normal Pov narrowing in on Sirius (Later on, right before dinner)

Sirius waited patiently, tapping his foot against the floor quietly. He was leaning up against the side of the Great Hall door. His legs were crossed tightly as he hummed a questioning tune, assumingly alone.

"Dude, is she here yet-!"

"I'll tell you when she's here. Now shush." Sirius shushed the four friends under the invisibility cloak quietly. He had been leaning against the door for about ten minutes, waiting for Rhianna to walk in. He tapped his foot faster and grinned as he saw the Slytherins start appearing from the Dungeon steps.

"She's coming. Because I see the snakes coming that's why!" He shrugged, sensing that James was about to ask why.

"You got the cup?" Remus asked, and Sirius nodded.

"I still don't get why you get to do it, why not me?!" Remus groaned, and Sirius smirked. "Because I won the bet."

"Hey," Lily said, quickly walking over to Sirius. He sighed. She was going to ruin everything.

"Hey Lils, what are you doing here?" He asked, and Lily frowned. "You guys are up to something, aren't you?" She pursed her lips at him, and Sirius frowned. "Us guys? Well Lily, it's only me standing here-!"

"Really?! Because I can smell James cheap perfume all the way across the hall." She snapped, and after a brief sniff, reached out beside Sirius, gripped the Invisibility Cloak with both hands, and then ripped it off. James glared at her playfully.

"Cheap perfume? Its actually expensive cologne-!"

"Save it for someone who actually cares." Lily snapped, and then turned to Sirius, a frown on her face. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing. Can't a guy just stand in place, waiting for the girl of his dreams to walk through the door?" He asked, smirking. Lily pursed her lips and shook her head. The Great Hall slowly started filling with students. Lucius and Severus, holding a book in between themselves and discussing lowly, were in a heated conversation. Bellatrix and Narcissa were both conversing, but they were giggling. Many other Slytherins entered the hall, but they couldn't see Rhianna.

"So, what do you want her for?" Lily asked, and Sirius smirked. "Well I'm only going to ask her to the New Years Ball of course-!"

"You can't you'll mess everything up!" Lily squealed, and started scanning the crowd, fearful Rhianna would come into their sights.

"What?!" Sirius snapped at her, but his eyes widened gleefully when Rhianna's form came into view.

"You heard me, you're not asking her. Severus and her will be going together." Lily argued, and James smirked. He slipped pass the two of them unnoticed by either, who started to quietly argue. Remus threw a sad look at Rhianna, but then nodded to Peter.

"Come on Pete, let's meet James back at the table after he strikes out terribly." Remus said, shrugging. Peter chuckled.

Sirius, who turned away from Lily, looked into the hallway where Rhianna was swaying on the tips of her toes as she talked to James. "That little sneak-!"

"She's Severus's girlfriend-!"

"There is no label on their relationship. Slimy little git never properly asked her out. He just held her hand. So you know what, I'm going to ask her out to the ball. So shut up Lily." Sirius said, and glared at her when she tried to take a swipe at him. "Your just jealous because… Wait… What is that smell?" She asked, sniffing. She leaned forward and sniffed him. Its… It smells delicious. Like broom polish and, peppermint. Freshly mowed grass and… a slight hint of quill ink-! You stupid git you made a love potion!" She shouted with a realization. A few people turned their way but Sirius was laughing too hard to notice.

"Yes, I did make a love potion. Its more like plan b. Just in case she says no." Sirius explained, and Lily's face contorted into disgust.

"Your disgusting! I'm telling her-!"

"No your not." He said, and wrapped his arms around her waist. He picked her up and started dragging her towards the Gryffindor Table.

"Oh my, James has a potion too?!" Lily shrieked in fake outrage, and Sirius froze. "Wait a minute-! I'll kill that git!" Sirius shouted, and then dropped Lily and went storming after James. Lily brushed herself off and let herself snicker. "Okay, had my laughs. Off to save Rhianna." Lily said, and immediately rushed off to save her friend.

Harry Potter, Present POV

I tapped my feet against the wooden floor of the burrow. Mrs. Weasley, threatened to hit me with a spoon if I didn't eat something, but I wasn't really hungry.

"Harry?" Ginny asked, and as I looked over to her, I frowned lightly. "Yeah Gin?" When had she come in anyway? She propped herself up in her chair on her knees, and then leaned her elbow onto the table.

"The guys are all going outside for a good old fashioned game of Quidditch, you know. You want to play?" She asked, and smiled, stretching her thin lips. I grinned weakly. "No, I'm a little tired. How about you go play with them? I think I'll go and read a book or something." I explained, she frowned.

"Oh, okay. But Harry, you should really try and get out more. Your looking pretty peekish." She said, gesturing to his frowny face. I faked a smile. "Don't be silly Ginny, I'm fine. You know what, give me ten minutes, I'll be right out there with the rest of you. Okay?" I asked, sensing the frown on her face. But she smiled at that.

"Okay Harry, I'll tell the others. Charlie says he can't wait to see who the better Seeker is." Ginny grinned mischievously, and I couldn't help but let out a laugh as she ran out the door. Mrs. Weasley appeared over my shoulder, sniffling. I frowned.

"Mrs. Weasley, what's wrong?" I asked, and she held out a plate of turkey, mashed potatoes, and a large pile of corn. Mrs. Weasley's food was the best, but I really felt full at the moment. I just didn't really want to actually eat.

"I… I'm just worried about you Harry. Please eat." She begged, and I thought about letting out a chuckle, but quickly decided against it.

"Mrs. Weasley, I promise you, I'll eat when I'm hungry. I'm full at the moment-!"

"This used to be Fred's favorite meal you know." She breathed in suddenly, and I frowned with sadness and guilt. Fred had died at the battle.

"It, it was?" I gulped. No one had brought up Fred, for a week. It was just too painful to even discuss it. Mrs. Weasley looked as if she was just about to burst into tears.

"Yes. He was sometimes a picky eater you know, so I used to run out to the store just to make him his favorite turkey dinner. I used to make this for him all the time you know Harry. Before… Before… Before-!" I abruptly ripped the plate out of her hands and started eating the contents of the plate quickly.

( A/N: Humorously, he didn't see Mrs. Weasley's mischevious smirk as she mentally congratulated herself for thinking up that guilt him into it remark.)

When Mrs. Weasley looked away from him to check on the kids, I breathed in a sigh of relief. Putting down the fork, I looked out the window. I could see the sun shining through the window softly, peering down onto me gently. I could smell fresh grass and nature. It seemed to just be wafting up into the window. I could hear the various sounds coming from the Weasley's outside, laughing and joyously conversing with each other. I wondered vaugely if Juliunna would liked that. To be out playing with them. If she hadn't disappeared when I had fought off Voldemort, would she had accepted my relationship proposal? I asked myself this inside my head. Would she had stood by me and be sitting with me right now, enjoying this beautiful day inside.

Yet if she was here, I wouldn't be inside, I would be out. Stress free and finally a teenager with normal responsibilities. Not carrying the weight of the world on my shoulder. Yeah, she would be the one inside. She always did hate beautiful weather that others enjoyed. If someone commented on the rainy weather, she would say something positively negative. Such as, "Well Hermione, rain is completely made of water. Use your head. Should Planet Earth stop its parcipitation because your hair got wet? You would think that the great green planet you live in, going through thousands of transformations a day just to supply all life on Earth, needs to change to fit your comical personality. How about instead of complaining, why don't you take out that wand of yours and conjure up a rain blocking device. Or are you even a witch?" She'd snarl, and whoever person she'd be talking to would think of themselves stupid. But then again, Juliunna was always protective of the things and people she loved.

Her idea of beautiful weather were dark clouds and cold rain. She once told me that rain caused others a bother, but to her it was like a shower of freedom that could wash away all her problems and make her happy. At least I think that was what she said.

It sure is a beautiful day outside. I thought to himself.

So with that thought in mind, I leaned my head against my palm, propped myself up on my elbow at the kitchen table, and let myself get caught in my past.