(A/N): Hey Guys! This is the 70th chapter! Yay! I realised in this chapter that uh...Elaine is a lot like me. #I am Elaine #Elaine is me. (Sorry for the hash-tagging, I was just making a point of it). It's not like she's based on me, it's just that the way she thinks is a lot like the way I think. You'd think this to be expected, but Leo doesn't think like me. Sirius sort of does. James doesn't, Lily doesn't. Remus doesn't. It's just Elaine!

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Elaine

Wizards chess tournament, huh?

They couldn't have picked something less...I don't know, Ravenclaw? It was pretty obvious Ravenclaw, or possibly even Slytherin were going to win, while Hufflepuff and Gryffindor came last. There's a reason our symbol is a lion people, we don't think about our actions, we just want food.

You give us food, and we wouldn't care if we one. That is, if this wasn't eventually going to turn into a grudge match between Gryffindor and Slytherin. That's how everything ends up, even things that aren't supposed to be a competition!

We were going to be caught up, fighting amongst ourselves, while Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff shook their heads and took first and second place, leaving Gryffindor in dead last, because you know those slimy Slytherin's were going to pull some dirty trick that would ruin our chances of ever winning, both the tournament, and House cup.

Professor Dumbledore had moved from the podium, and back to his throne-like chair in the middle of the Head Table, Leo and Remus finally tearing their eyes away from him.

I knew that thought they owed him, but I know Dumbledore let them into the school of his own free will, not expecting to get some sort of huge favour for it. In fact, he would get fired if the Ministry found out that Leo and Remus were here, and what they were.

Remus and Leo were good people, the best, and if anything, Dumbledore owed them for making the school a better, more equal place. Because without them, this school would be full of pureblood's picking on the half-bloods picking on the muggleborns!

I mean, I was a pureblood, and I hated my own kind! What does that say about them? I'd rather be a muggle-born anyway, they're always much kinder, less judgemental, seeing as they themselves feel judged.

I didn't know much about wizard's chess, but I knew it was more violent than normal chess. Seriously though, who makes a normally quiet, calm, chess game, into a bloody destructive mess of chess?

I wonder which came first, chess, or wizards chess?

Probably normal chess, otherwise, how would muggles have gotten wind of wizard's chess, what with the International Statue Wizarding Secrecy?

Then again, the International Statue of Wizarding secrecy was only established in 1692, and how long has chess been around? Since, well, the early ages. Like, the sixth century?

As soon as Professor Dumbledore had returned to his seat, food filled the plates in front of us, and we all served ourselves the food we wanted, digging in.

"Flight lesson after dinner." Leo told me, only loud enough so that I could hear, and I groaned almost silently, but nodded. If it would get the others off my back...

"I hate them! Why should they dictate my life?" I growled, and I heard Leo chuckle lightly from beside me. The sun had gone down, and it was dark. The moon was new, so the only light was from the faint twinkling of the stars far above us. I could barely see, and kept tripping, make the short trip into the grounds seem like hell, though apparently, Leo could see perfectly fine.

"Woah!" I exclaimed, my foot hitting a rock I hadn't seen, and I felt myself falling forward, but Leo's arms came around my waist, and I didn't fall very far.

"Wow, when it's dark, you really live up to your nickname." He told me, more than a hint of amusement in his voice, and I growled.

"I'd punch you, but I don't know where you are." I admitted, and he chuckled again. I swung at him quickly, hitting him in the arm. I knew he could have dodged it, if he had wanted to, but he didn't.

"Ouch." He said, humouring me...kind of. "Come on, here's a good spot." He was right. I cautiously moved my foot around me in a wide circle, finding nothing but flat, grassy ground, and Leo's feet of course. I gingerly mounted the broom, in front of him again.

"I don't want to do this." I whimpered, and he hugged me from behind. "It's too dark." He rested his head against mine for a second before pulling away again.

"Don't worry, I'll be here the whole time. I won't let you fall." Even though I knew it had to be fake, Leo's confidence was oddly comforting. I mean, no one can be that confident, all of the time, right?

"Uhhhn...okay." I stuttered, still internally freaking out, and I knew this must be kind of hard on him. My fear levels were going through the roof, and he was right behind me. He could smell all of it, and I thanked god that I had put on deodorant this morning.

He wrapped his arm around my waist, the other arm stretching along my other side, the hand gripping the broom just behind my hands.

"You ready?" He asked, purely out of politeness, I knew he was going to make me learn to fly whether I liked it or not. I bit my lip and nodded, knowing he would see, or feel, it. And just like that, he kicked off gently, though slightly less so than last time, and we were in the air.

Funnily enough, I could see even less from up here. The only way I even knew we were flying was the absence of ground beneath my feet, and the strength of the wind blowing through my hair. I giggled lightly as I realised at least some of my hair must be in Leo's face.

"Don't laugh at me." He muttered into my ear, making me jolt. Even though I knew he was there, with the darkness surrounding us, I felt oddly alone. It was nice, peaceful, but also really creepy and disconcerting at the same time.

"Serves you right." I muttered back, and his right arm tightened slightly around my waist as he rested his chin on my shoulder again. I could tell, from the angle it was on, that he was watching, and I didn't bother holding back my blush, knowing he'd feel it anyone.

"Embarrassed?" I could practically see him wriggling his eyebrows, even though I couldn't actually see anything, and I rolled my eyes, and small smile on my lips.

"You wish!" I said, grinning for his reply to my playful banter. There was no reply, for he moved his chin from my shoulder, pressing his lips softly to my cheek. I gaped at the empty black canvas that was the night sky, stunned for a second.

"What was that for?" I asked, and he shrugged against my back.

"Payback, I guess." Ah, for the one I gave him at Christmas.

"Oh, okay." I focused back on the empty sky, trying to clear all the thoughts about Leo from my head. I knew it was cliché, but he was all I could think about. Pretty much every time he talked to me, he told me he was a monster, but in reality...

He was just a confused little boy.

(A/N): So, what did you think?

By the way, you know how I picked Alexander Ludwig as face claim for Leo? Well, Alexander Ludwig is young Leo, or like, birth - 18 years old Leo. From then on, adult Leo looks like Toby Hemingway. Look him up, he's a cutie, and not too different from Alexander Ludwig in appearance, so it's not a radical change.

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