It was a chilly Saturday in November with Sirius's eighteen birthday coming up next week. There were big plans to celebrate it in the common room for Sunday, but first he and Emily were relaxing surrounded by the warm glow of the fire and the murmur of hushed conversations around them. They were perched on a large plush couch, as Sirius twirled her hair lazily between his fingers.
"I'm not sure I'm ready for this," said Emily, her voice barely above a whisper as she caressed her stomach where their baby was. "The Christmas Ball is going to be so ... formal. And everyone will be staring at us."
Leaning into the seat, Sirius looked down with a wide grin and let out a soft chuckle.
"Ah, come on, Emmy. You're already the talk of the school. A little thing like a school dance isn't going to make a difference."
"You're not taking this seriously, are you? We're going to announce our ... situation to the entire school. It's a big deal!"
It was announced by Madam Pomfrey that she was roughly around fifteen weeks, so in about a month, they could learn the baby's gender if they wanted. Sirius's expression turned firm as his eyes locked onto hers.
"I know it is Emmy, and I'm scared too. But we can't hide forever. We have to face this together, as a team."
Emily felt a warmth spread through her chest at his words. She knew that Sirius was right – they had faced so much already.
"That's my girl," he murmured, leaning in to kiss her forehead before Emily turned a bit, kissing his nose and cheek. As they lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, they felt a sense of peace settle over. No matter what lay ahead, she and Sirius would face it together – as partners, as friends, and as soon as they could be – as parents.
"Shall we get started on those names?" Sirius asked, breaking the silence watching Emily's smile break into an infectious laugh. A sense of excitement washed over as she stood fully to rummage through their bags for a stack of parchment and quills.
"I think we should start with the Hogwarts faculty list," she said mischievously.
Sirius groaned good-naturedly, pushing her forward to sit up fully. "You're going to make me regret this already! Minnie is a beautiful name though," he said, both laughing lost in each other's eyes.
She was so absorbed in her task, her face aglow with happiness, that she didn't even notice him staring at her. He leaned back against the seat once more, feeling a sense of contentment wash over. It was moments like these that he treasured most – just the two of them, lost in their own little world, free from the worries and dangers that lurked outside. She was going to be an amazing mother, he knew it, and he was grateful to be the father of her child. He didn't really listen to what she was saying – something about naming their child after a combination of her parents' favorite flowers, or maybe a mix of both their surnames – his mind wandered off to the future.
Sirius thought about his leaving Hogwarts at the end of June, and how the start of this journey would continue. Maybe committing to a gap year so Emily could finish her studies would be in order. There was a strong sense of confidence and excitement for what lay ahead to imagine living together, working together, and exploring the wizarding world as a family with their child far from the reaches of danger or harm. Them in their own little flat, filled with books and laughter and magic. He thought about how they would support each other through thick and thin, how they would be each other's rock.
Sirius glanced over at Emily, taking in her profile as she wrote down more names. He felt grateful to be with her, grateful for this moment of peace and happiness before the stormy waters ahead. Voldemort's rise in power was slowly becoming a more focal point in his realization as his eyes looked at the woman he loved so much. Praying she would never be involved in any fighting at least, he would fight for those he cared for dearly. Gently brushing a strand of hair behind Emily's ear, she turned to look at him her eyes shining with warmth. It was the warmth of innocence belonging to an innocent woman unaware of the terrible things happening outside the castle walls.
"What do you think?" she asked in a soft squeak showing him the many names written down. He saw Stella was circled in big blue ink; it was a pretty name for a girl. Sirius smiled, feeling his heart swell with emotion.
"As long as we're together, everything else will fall into place."
Emily's face lit up with a radiant smile. "I love you," she whispered.
Sirius's heart skipped a beat as he pulled her close. "I love you too," he whispered back, feeling like he was drowning in her eyes.
"Come on Padfoot! Not for my virgin eyes!" came a loud voice behind them. Stretching to look up, Sirius turned to see James standing there with Remus in tow as they rounded the sitting area. Poor man looked tired as usual and the Full Moon wasn't for another few weeks. It would be rough soon enough again though.
"Too bad you're still a virgin yourself!" called Sirius watching the two sit down. James and Remus let out a playful gasp before watching Emily's jaw drop.
"You bloody take that back!" snapped James, throwing a pillow at Sirius promptly.
As the four of them sat together, the boys laughing and chatting, the atmosphere in the common room was warm and convivial. Sirius was regaling James and Remus with a story about his latest prank on Snape, when Lily Evans walked into the room some time later, a mischievous grin spreading across her face.
"Hey, guys!" she said, leaning into James's lap without warning.
Sirius looked over to see Emily's eyes widen in surprise as she took in the sight of her brother, normally so reserved and resolved. He was looking at Lily with an adoring expression. James didn't seem to notice Emily's shock, too caught up in the moment to worry about appearances. He wrapped his arms around Lily and pulled her close, grinning from ear to ear. Granted he and Remus had seen James do this before but he never realized that Emily never had.
"Ah, Prongs, you're such a sentimental sap," he teased loudly, pulling Emily back a bit before she fell out of her spot. "Hey, Moony's right! You're a total softie."
James blushed brightly, but Lily just laughed and snuggled deeper into his arms.
"Hey, someone has to keep him in line," she said playfully, pushing her hair back a bit.
Emily was blushing slightly as Lily pointed at the parchment in her hands. They chatted a bit as the boys did too. There was a sense of relief and happiness between the girls that caught Sirius off guard. He had always known that Lily was a kind and caring person, but seeing James interact with Emily and Lily together as future sister-in-laws was a different story.
It was as if they had known each other for years, not just minutes. As he sat there, Sirius couldn't help but think about how surreal this all was. His best friend, James, had finally gotten the girl of his dreams; He, Sirius, was going to be a father, and Emmy was the mother. And now, his best friend's new girlfriend was getting along with said best friend's sister … It was all so ... complicated, but he knew it was meant to be as he let out a low chuckle.
"OH!" said Emily, suddenly pointing at the clock, her hazel eyes bright in happiness. "Look, it's near dinner and I have a patrol with Arlo afterwards."
Sirius's laughter faded as he glanced at the towering clock on the wall, its brass hands ticking steadily closer to dinner time. The heat from the fireplace warmed them, but a new surge of anticipation filled the air as Emily's realization dawned on the group.
"Should we start heading to the Great Hall then?" Remus suggested, stretching his arms above his head. "I've worked up quite an appetite after all."
"Craving anything in particular, Moony?" teased Sirius, nudging Emily playfully to stand. They all knew how Remus loved his pumpkin pastries, especially after a long day.
"Just food, thanks," Remus replied with a soft smile, although the promise of pastries made his stomach rumble; this Sirius knew to heart. James lifted his head from Lily's shoulder, his animated smile lighting up the common room.
"I'm sure the house-elves have whipped up something spectacular tonight. They always do it for a Saturday feast!" He looked eagerly at Lily. "You'll have to sample everything, just so you can report back to me what your favorites are!"
"Only if you're sampling with me!" Lily giggled, her green eyes sparkling with mischief as she brushed her hair back.
Emily watched the two with a mix of disgust and insecurity. Glancing down at the parchment in her hand, she carefully tucked it into her bag.
"Okay, let's go! I don't want to miss out on the roast." She turned to Sirius, her expression softening. "But let's not forget to keep discussing names later."
"Absolutely," Sirius replied with a grin, standing up and reaching for her hand. "I'm invested now! Whatever you decide, I'm sure our little one will be perfect."
Once everyone was standing, the five of them moved toward the door. Sirius led the way, holding Emily's hand while Lily, James, and Remus walked behind, their casual banter filling the air. As they stepped through the archway and into the bustling corridor, the sounds of laughter and chatter echoed around them. Students moved in clusters, eagerly discussing the upcoming holiday festivities and the latest gossip. They found a spot at the Gryffindor table, plates being filled with a variety of delicious offerings, and for a brief moment, Sirius felt an overwhelming sense of belonging.
Looking around, he felt a rush of joy seeing Emily smile and join in the laughter with Lily while James animatedly told them something. Her fork hung over the plate as she listened attentively to her brother and Lily talk about plants.
"Hey, save some roast for me!" Sirius called out jokingly as he filled his own plate. Emily, in a moment of spontaneity, tossed a piece of bread at him, her laughter bubbling through the air.
With their usual banter flowing, the world outside the castle walls faded. They were there, together, surrounded by friends and warmth. After dinner, as the plates were cleared away, Remus reminded Emily of her patrol.
"Is that Arlo there?" asked Remus pointing near the door.
Emily glanced toward the door, her heart fluttering at the sight of Arlo, his tall frame silhouetted against the light spilling from the corridor. He was leaning casually against the doorframe, his back toward the Great Hall tables. His hands gestured out a few times as though he was talking to someone in front of him.
"Looks so," she said, a hint of excitement edging into her voice. She met Sirius's gaze, and her smile turned sweet. "I'll see you guys later!"
Lily narrowed her eyes playfully squeezing her hands. "Just make sure you stay safe, alright?"
"Of course, I'll keep my eyes peeled. We will be in the Central Hall, near the greenhouses. It will give us a chance to check on our plants."
"You and Arlo are crazy about your plants," Remus replied with a knowing smile. Her eyes glinted with the kind of understanding. "I overheard Professor Sprout shouting at him for going off on a second year dropping a Mandrake on his plants last week."
"I saw that mess," agreed Lily. "He was up all night trying to clean it up and missed the Prefect meeting too."
"He was given detention for his language?" asked Remus to Lily who nodded. "I think I heard he apologized after the fact. Scared the poor kid though to be careful."
Sirius stood and pulled Emily in for a quick embrace, holding her tightly for just a moment longer than necessary.
"Be careful. I wouldn't want anything to happen to you, or our little one," he murmured, subtly reminding her of their shared responsibility.
"I'll be fine, I promise," she said, pulling back, and taking a deep breath to steady herself, then turned away, giving a small wave to the group. "See you all later!"
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As Emily drew closer to Arlo, her heart was racing with excitement, and she noticed he was deep in conversation with someone else — with David. The way they were leaning in, speaking in hushed tones, sent a flicker of unease through her. The Slytherin had always shown an interest in her, often dropping hints of affection that made her skin crawl in a good way until recently. A part of her had always found him charming and they did share her most intimate moment first last June. But the growing animosity between their houses made any friendship for their friends seem increasingly impossible. The blanks in her mind were quickly consuming her night and day. They seemed to rotate around Sirius to some degree, who didn't seem the wiser about it all. But David's confession was something she couldn't let go of either.
Emily walked up to Arlo, her gaze lingering on his mostly still form, taking in the sight of his ruggedly handsome features. His light brown hair was messy, as if he had been ruffling it with his fingers. He was leaning against the door, his tall frame—towering at 6'2"—almost seeming to stretch the limits of the fitted navy blue sweater he wore. The fabric hugged his shoulders, clearly highlighting their breadth, yet she couldn't help but notice the tension that marred his otherwise relaxed demeanor. His fitted jeans hung onto his narrow hips only held up by a chestnut brown belt, the black dragon-scale lined winter boots tapping the ground softly in annoyance, and despite the warmth of the sweater, his shoulders were drawn slightly upward, a subtle indication of the unease beneath his laid-back exterior. Her gaze wandered from the mild crease in David's brow to the way Arlo's fingers instinctively drummed on his temple, as if they were trying to shake off the weight of whatever lingered just below the surface.
"... with everything that's been going on, it's just not safe," Arlo said, his voice intense as he spoke to David. "I don't care how much of a 'good friend' you think you are to her, David. You're playing with fire!"
Emily's breath hitched at the words. There was an edge to Arlo's tone that made it sound like more than just a harmless disagreement. David's face pales a fraction of a second, his eyes wandering to her a moment for snapping back.
"Come on, Arlo, you're overreacting," David replied smoothly, casting a dismissive glance toward the Ravenclaw as if he was merely an afterthought. "I just want to know the friendlier side of things."
"Friendly? You mean like how you've been 'friendly' towards others too?" Arlo shot back, his voice clipped. Emily watched as his back straightened as he explained a frustrated grunt. "You're Slytherin. You can't pretend like that doesn't mean something."
Emily could feel her stomach twist, a sudden rush of protectiveness flaring up inside her. What was going on? It looked like more than mere concern; this looked like a confrontation, and her heart sank at the thought of what David might say. Before she could even think about stepping closer to lighten the atmosphere, Arlo raised a hand, cutting off whatever response David was poised to make.
"Just stay away from her, okay? No more games. She's not one of your toys."
The tension crackled in the air, and Emily felt rooted to the spot, her pulse echoing loudly in her ears. Arlo, usually so easygoing and warm, looked fierce and unwavering as he faced David. She could tell the excitement swirling in his blue eyes was genuine, and it made her heart break.
David chuckled, rolling his eyes, but it didn't mask the slight shift in his demeanor.
"Whatever you say, Arlo. But you can't keep her sheltered forever." He turned and walked away, his expression smug as he cast one last glance over his shoulder at Emily before disappearing into the crowd. "Oh, I think we'll have plenty of time to discuss that later. But for now ... let's just say that I have some ... new priorities."
Feeling a mix of relief and confusion, Arlo finally turned and took her in with an unmistakable flicker of concern. Checking around them several times, he sighed heavily before putting on a smile for her.
"Sorry about that. I didn't know you were behind me," he said, frowning slightly under the smile. His eyes sparkled with annoyance in David's retreating form. "I just ... I don't trust him, Em. Not as far as I can throw him anyway."
"It looked like you were really… having it out with him," she said, her voice quiet as she took in the tight lines of his jaw. "What was that about?"
"Nothing I want to worry you with," he said, although there was an unease in his tone that felt heavy. "Just ... just know that I don't want anything to happen, especially not with someone like him. I care and I'll always look out for you."
Emily felt a warmth flood through her, but the tension from the conversation lingered. She wanted to dismiss it, to focus on their patrol, but the words David had spat still echoed in her mind.
"Okay," she murmured softly, forcing a smile that she hoped looked more confident than she felt. "Let's go on that patrol then."
With Arlo's arm guiding her gently forward, she couldn't shake the feeling that she had stumbled into a far more complicated web of intrigue than she'd ever imagined. His face was drawn tight with a look of concern she hadn't seen before. His brow was furrowed, and there was a hardness in his expression, as if the earlier discussion had taken a serious turn.
"Arlo what was that about?" she asked quietly, watching his eyes settle down as they exited into the entrance hall before opening the doors toward the viaduct courtyard. Taking the short staircase down, they saw many other students lounging around near the bridge. Staying a moment, they observed the area watching for students and the general area.
"We were discussing Defense Against the Dark Arts projects," he said confidently as he pulled his sweater down a bit. They took a seat at one of the many benches. Underneath his expression though, Emily was certain there was more than just project discussion.
Around them, clusters of students settled into the cozy embrace of twilight. A group of third-years huddled around a small flickering lantern, as their laughter rang out like delicate bells. They engaged in a heated debate about the effectiveness of last year's Quidditch strategies, their eyes animated as they gestured dramatically, oblivious to the pair of prefects nearby. A couple of older students leaned against the stone wall, sharing whispered conversations punctuated by soft giggles. Emily could catch snippets of their flirtation—talk about upcoming Hogsmeade visits, and the deliciousness of Butterbeer. It made her stomach flutter in a way she quickly reprimanded; this was not the time to dwell on romantic entanglements. Further down the courtyard, a few first-years were attempting to impress their friends with makeshift spells, sending sparks sputtering into the air. Their joy was palpable as they cheered one another on, all clumsy wand movements and wide-eyed determination. Emily couldn't help but smile, remembering her own naivety during her first weeks at Hogwarts, the pure thrill of magic still fresh in her memory.
Arlo shifted against the stone barrier he leaned on, his arms crossed and a vigilant gaze between the merriment and their designated patrol area. Though he was attempting to keep the mood light, Emily still sensed the underlying tension in his demeanor, a tightness that suggested something was amiss. The way his jaw clenched slightly every time a loud noise erupted nearby hinted that he was deeper in thought than he let on.
"Can you believe they're out here at this hour?" Emily mused, unable to suppress her curiosity about the trio of seventh-years sprawled comfortably on the grass, exchanging stories of their summer holidays.
"It keeps them out of trouble, I suppose," Arlo replied, managing a small smile, but his eyes never lingered on the other students for long. Instead, they continually swept over the horizon, scanning for any signs of disturbance. "Just as long as they don't get too reckless."
As the clock tower chimed softly in the distance, signaling nine o'clock, shadows flickered and danced around them, the atmosphere thick with possibility. Leaves rustled gently in the wind, whispering secrets that tantalized the air, while the ever-present allure of mischief curled at the edges of their patrol. An unspoken tension hung between them, charged and electric, as the warmth of their shared history pulsed just below the surface, even as she reminded herself of the lines they shouldn't cross. One by one, the students began to drift away towards the castle, their laughter trailing off like smoke in the night air, leaving behind a tangible silence that only deepened the sense of anticipation hanging in the air.
"Should we check the greenhouses?" Arlo suggested, his posture relaxing ever so slightly. The deep blue of the twilight sky framed his features, and the soft glimmer of the stars above made him look almost thoughtful. "I mean, it's part of our route, and they close soon. Professor Sprout hasn't yelled at me in a while …"
"Definitely," Emily agreed, a small laugh escaping her lips. She took a deep breath, absorbing the rich scents of damp earth mingling with the faint musk of old stone, a reminder of the many plants that thrived within those glass walls. "Did you really yell at a third year?"
"Hey, it was a second year!" Arlo corrected her with playful indignation, the corners of his mouth curving upward. "I got a week's worth of detention for going off on him after he dropped a Mandrake on my plants. You should have seen Professor Sprout! It was like she thought I was the one who'd committed the crime. I swear, her eyes nearly turned into daggers when she saw the mess."
Emily giggled, picturing the scene. "I can imagine her face! Just imagine if she had combined a lecture on plant care with a personal reprimanding to you."
"Right? I mean, if it had been a first year, maybe I could have understood, but a second year should know better!" Arlo said, shaking his head as he recalled his frustration. The passion in his voice underscored the love he had for Herbology.
"Next time, maybe you should consider giving him a lecture instead of a shouting match. 'Arlo's Guide to Proper Mandrake Handling' could be a smash hit!" Emily teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief
"Ha! Maybe I should offer extra credit for a seminar on how to avoid your classmates' wrath when handling dangerous plants," Arlo replied, chuckling at the absurdity.
As they neared the greenhouses, the faint glow of lanterns spilled forth, casting flickering shadows against the stone walls. Inside, the air was thick with earthy scents and the soft rustle of leaves. Arlo bent down to trim back some fluxweed, his concentration palpable. Emily watched, captivated, as he worked with a quiet intensity. His quiet mouse-like noises of focus seemed to lighten the atmosphere even further. She noted the way his thin fingers maneuvered deftly around the delicate plants, coaxing them into a more favorable shape. Each careful snip revealed a tenderness that took her by surprise. As he worked, she couldn't help but admire the way his brow furrowed in concentration, the light reflecting off his protective eyewear, giving him an air of determined brilliance. There was something undeniably magnetic about him in this moment, a side of Arlo that felt raw and genuine.
For a fleeting moment, Emily found herself lost in thought, envisioning those same fingers brushing against her own — gentle, deliberate, almost as if they were a soothing breeze against her skin. Her heart quickened at the idea, a sweet warmth flooding through her chest. She replayed countless moments in her mind: late-night study sessions filled with laughter, shared secrets exchanged over butterbeer in Hogsmeade, and now this quiet interaction surrounded by the lush greenery of their favorite plants. As she watched him, she couldn't help but wonder if there was something more lingering between them, a hidden current that pulsed beneath the surface of their friendship. Was it wrong to look at him this way? To imagine what it would be like if they were more than just friends? Suddenly, those thoughts felt exhilarating and terrifying all at once—an unpredictable mixture of excitement and uncertainty.
The moment passed just as quickly as it had come, but it lingered in the air between them like the sweet fragrance of the blooms surrounding them. Shaking her head slightly to clear her thoughts, Emily smiled at Arlo, aware that their friendship was blossoming into something beautifully complicated. The greenhouses were their sanctuary tonight, a place where both their minds and hearts could bloom together. As Arlo looked up, caught in the warmth of her gaze, she bit her lip, a flicker of hope igniting within her.
"What are you looking at?" Arlo asked innocently, glancing up from the fluxweed he was tending to as he adjusted the cuffs of his sweater.
Emily couldn't help but let her gaze linger on him.
"I'm just a little cold," she muttered softly, twisting her fingers nervously around the hem of her oversized sweater.
Arlo paused in his work, his brow furrowing slightly in concern. Reaching into his pocket to take out his wand, he flicked it transfiguring her sweater into a thicker one. The fabric enveloping her snugly as she let out a gasp. He then waved his wand again, and a nearby flower floated delicately toward them, transforming from a tulip into a charming headband to keep her blowing hair in place.
"I think you're beautiful in yellow. Are you sure you aren't a Hufflepuff?" he teased, letting out a soft laugh as she adjusted the flower headband in her hair. A flush rose to her cheeks as she tried to play it cool despite the fluttering sensation in her chest. "You like it?"
Nodding softly, she felt a warmth spread through her at his question and gift, something about his sincerity making her heart race. Arlo smiled, his teeth glinting in the dim light, and she couldn't help but marvel at how his whole face lit up.
"I'm glad," he replied, his gaze momentarily averting from hers, and Emily caught a faint blush creeping across his cheeks as he checked his watch.
It was nearly ten, and curfew was definitely upon them. The few remaining students were hopefully already going toward their common room leaving just the two of them surrounded by the fragrant plants. As they continued to the Central Hall stairs for their final two hour patrol, Emily felt a sense of jumpiness mixed with excitement. They walked around in the crisp night air, the darkness seeming to surround them from everywhere. Maybe it was the quiet intimacy of the corridors, or maybe it was just Arlo himself. She knew she shouldn't be feeling this way – they were just friends, after all – but there was something about tonight that felt different. Her heart was filled with an exhilarating blend of excitement and nervousness unlike before. Well outside that one time at Christmas last year.
There was just something about the atmosphere—the way the flickering light illuminated his features, the soft melody of silence wrapping around them—that made her feel bold. She paused for a moment, taking it all in, until an impulsive spark nudged her forward. Moving with determination, she slipped between his arms—an act she hoped would be playful and light, but perhaps a little romantic too. She wanted to see how he would react, to see if he responded the same as then. As she settled in, her heart fluttered despite how confident she tried to appear. Being this close to him felt warm, like basking in sunlight on a crisp day.
"Hey there," she whispered, leaning slightly towards him, her breath mingling with the cool air. But the gentleness of the moment quickly turned brittle as she noticed the way his expression froze, eyes widening in disbelief. The smile she wore faltered, replaced by a twinge of confusion. She had thought they shared something more, a rare connection nestled amongst their friendship.
"Uh, Emily…" His voice broke the silence, but it was soaked in uncertainty. The words hung heavily between them, and her breath caught as she realized he wasn't meeting her gaze now. The weight of what should have been a light moment suddenly felt like a heavy burden, and she could feel her chest tightening, her earlier confidence unraveling.
"What's wrong?" she asked, tilting her head to seek the reassurance she'd hoped for. Instead, she was met with hesitation, and a dread crept into her stomach as he shifted awkwardly. This was different from the forceful kiss at the park that day. This was entirely different ….
"I just… I don't think this is a good idea," he finally said, his voice laced with a sincerity that pierced through her. A part of her crumbled yet softened at his words, and the brightness of her earlier realization dissipated like mist.
"Not when it's so late, and we're on patrol, and …" He stammered, and she couldn't help but feel a stinging sensation at the pit of her stomach. Daphne, her mind screamed. Daphne must be the reason ….
"I was just trying to lighten the mood," Emily muttered, an attempt to brush off the embarrassment washing over her like a cold wave. She stepped back, the heat of their closeness evaporating into the night air. She forced a smile that felt more like a wince.
"Emily, I—" He started again, perhaps to comfort her, but she could see the internal struggle in his eyes. It was clear he cared for her, but the weight of unspoken boundaries loomed large and unyielding.
"I know," she replied softly, the truth of his feelings for Daphne lingering uncomfortably in the space between them. "It's just... I thought maybe..."
Her words trailed off, leaving a silence thick with unresolved feelings, but also clarity She didn't know better. If Arlo was behaving like this, why had he openly kissed her before?
As Emily stepped further away, crossing her arms around herself as if to shield against the chill of the moment, a sense of profound disappointment settled in her chest. She had wanted to feel something different tonight, something that hinted at more than just friendship. But now, as the silence stretched between them, she understood that there was a boundary neither was willing to cross, at least not now. When he reached out, brushing her fingers in a fleeting gesture of apology, it felt like a fragile link being frayed. Their connection had been tested, and now the air felt heavy with unsaid words and regrets. She gave a small nod, forcing a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes as she resumed their patrol duties, the laughter and lightness of earlier feelings eclipsed by the weight of what could have been.
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Earlier that day…
Arlo walked through the corridors, his long strides eating up the distance as he made his way to the meeting spot for the night patrol with Emily. His eyes watched carefully for those around him as they ran around catching the late dinner, and mentally he reminded himself to grab a few biscuits before they disappeared. He was running a bit early, so it afforded him the extra time. He was only seven-thirty afterall. As a seventh-year Ravenclaw, he had taken on the leadership role of prefect pretty well, often stepping in to help mediate disputes or provide guidance when needed among his Ravenclaws, and on occasion for the other houses. He was certainly more understanding and lenient than some of his peers. It was a role he wore with humility, never seeking to draw attention to himself, but his natural charisma and kindness made him a trusted figure among his fellow students.
As he turned a corner, he was stopped by a group of what looked like fourth years trying to practice Colovaria, the color changing spell. One of them looked up seeing him paused to observe.
"Hey Arlo! Can you help us for a moment?"
Arlo smiled and nodded, happy to help. He listened intently as they discussed their strategy, offering words of encouragement and advice. His eyes scanned the group, taking in their worried expressions, and his mind whirred with ideas on how to help them improve their spellwork. Finally after about twenty minutes, and his spare time escaping quickly, he waved goodbye and continued onward. Quickening his pace, his thoughts turning to Emily and their impending patrol. He had been looking forward to it all day, hoping to spend some quality time with her outside of class. In his mind, Arlo's thoughts wandered to Emily's bright smile and sparkling hazel eyes, and he couldn't help but feel a flutter in his chest. He had always admired her from afar, finding himself drawn to her quick wit and infectious laugh. That's part of the reason he tried asking her out his fourth year, only to be blocked by Sirius Black.
He remembered that fateful afternoon at the Three Broomsticks, where the atmosphere was thick with the smell of butterbeer and the sounds of laughter and chatter. Arlo had summoned every ounce of courage he had to ask Emily out, heart racing as he prepared for what he hoped would be the start of something wonderful. But just as he started to speak, it felt like the universe had shifted.
Sirius Black, with his trademark swagger and roguish charm, had swooped in like a hawk, throwing an arm around Emily's shoulders as if claiming her as his own, flashing her that disarming grin that seemed to melt hearts. Arlo's words had gotten tangled in his throat, and he felt the heat rise to his cheeks—was this how it felt to be thwarted in the most public of arenas?
As Sirius laughed and bantered with Emily, who acted confused at the words, she was pushed out of the booth and taking out of the pub disappearing with Sirius.
Arlo stood there feeling like an invisible bystander at a grand ball. He tried to participate in the conversation with James, Remus, and even made a few half-hearted jests, but all his focus was on Emily's laughter.
"Maybe next time," he mumbled to James, who gave him a sympathetic look and patted his back.
James, who could be oblivious at times, smiled widely and said, "Don't worry, mate! There's always Hogsmeade next week!"
But to Arlo, the notion felt hollow. How could he compete with Sirius's effortless charisma? The way the other boy navigated the room, making every girl feel special, left him feeling small and overshadowed. That night, he had left the pub with a sense of longing, mentally reciting courage as he walked back to Hogwarts alone and frustrated.
Whenever they worked together on Herbology projects or studied for exams, he would often catch himself stealing glances at her. Marveling at the way her dark hair fell in loose waves down her back, he felt a pang of attraction every time she smiled at him, and he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be with her.
But as quickly as the thought appeared, Arlo's conscience intervened. He knew he was with Daphne, and he valued their relationship deeply. He had promised her his loyalty and commitment, and he didn't want to betray that trust. He knew that acting on his feelings for Emily would be wrong, and he wouldn't do anything to hurt Daphne or compromise their bond; especially after the whole Christmas events last year. It still bothered him that Daphne believed he kissed her, when he knew that he hadn't.
As he approached the meeting spot for their patrol, Arlo took a deep breath and mentally shook off the distraction. There standing near the door was a group of Slytherins. One of the taller boys nearest them took notice and tapped David's shoulder to alert them in Arlo's arrival.
"Hey, what's going on, mate?" Arlo asked, trying to sound casual, noticing the small group around him.
There was Avery, Rosier, Snape, even Sirius's brother Regulus, but their gaze did not affect him too much. Feeling the silence slice through Arlo cleared his throat as David turned fully to face him motioning for the others to leave which they did not.
Arlo's instincts were on high alert as he took in the scene before him.
"David, what's going on?" Arlo repeated, despite his growing concern. David turned to him, his eyes locked on Arlo's.
"Just discussing some... matters," he said vaguely, glancing around the group who blankly stared back.
Arlo's brow furrowed. "Matters? What kind of matters? What do you mean?"
David hesitated, glancing around the group before focusing back on Arlo. "Just some... research I'm doing," he said, his voice low. "I've been having some trouble with my studies."
Arlo's grip on his jeans tightened and he felt his eye twitch a moment before speaking. "What kind of research?"
Arlo's instincts were screaming at him to get more information out of his friend, but David's secrecy only seemed to grow thicker. He knew that David was one for secrets, so whatever was going on had to be serious. His mind raced as to why all these Slytherin students would be hanging around together if not to cause trouble. Avery, Rosier, and Regulus all seemed to be watching them with an unblinking gaze, their faces expressionless. Snape, meanwhile, stood slightly apart from the group, his eyes fixed intently on Arlo and David.
Arlo didn't like it one bit. Something was off, and he was determined to get to the bottom of it.
"I don't appreciate your friends staring me down David. I thought we were friends too," warned Arlo standing taller against the heat he was receiving. Noting he physically was taller than anything of them, it felt strange to feel so small. The Slytherin's smile faltered for a moment before he nodded towards the others, and to Arlo's surprise, they began to disperse, their faces still expressionless.
"We'll talk later, Luke. We need to know what your decision is," muttered Snape under his breath as his eyes lingered a moment before walking away. Once they were alone, David turned back to Arlo, his eyes flashing with a hint of defensiveness.
"I didn't mean to make you feel uneasy, Arlo. I swear," said David a moment leaning against the wall. "I've been trying to... understand something. The Imperius Curse."
Arlo's eyes widened in surprise at the mention of the Imperius Curse, he felt a wave of unease wash over him. He couldn't believe that David, his friend, his confidant, was even thinking about researching or even using such a powerful and forbidden curse. The Imperius Curse was one of the most heinous and darkest of the Unforgivables, used to control and manipulate others without their consent. It was a crime punishable by imprisonment in Azkaban, and yet David was talking about it like it was just another spell to be mastered.
Arlo's voice was low and urgent as he spoke, trying to convey his concern and warning.
"David, what are you talking about? That's a Dark Curse. You're not supposed to be messing around with that stuff." He could feel his heart racing as he tried to process what he was hearing.
David's expression didn't change, but Arlo detected a flicker of defensiveness in his slightly cloudy eyes. "I know it's not exactly ... sanctioned, but I'm just trying to understand it," he said, his voice smooth and calculated.
Arlo felt a shiver run down his spine as he looked into David's eyes. He knew that look, that calculating gaze that seemed to be searching for something. It was a look that sent a chill down his spine, a look that made him wonder if he really knew the Slytherin at all. It was a look Arlo had seen before, back in their fourth year when they first met in the Great Hall. Back then, Arlo had been a bit of an outsider to anyone because of his shyness, but David had taken him under his wing showing him how to be confident.
But this was different; something so much more different.
This was something darker than what Arlo couldn't place.
"David, what's going on?" Arlo asked again, trying to keep his voice steady, his eyes darting around praying Emily didn't hear any of this conversation. "What's driving you to think about this kind of magic?"
"Project research on … Defense Against the Dark Arts …. Can't defend if you don't know the other side," whispered David cockily. Arlo knew they weren't doing homework on the Unforgivables anytime soon. Something was off, he concluded silently observing David's behaviors closer.
"What do you mean? That's not our homework!"
"No, it's not exactly homework. But I've been trying to figure out how someone may... break it. I'm just trying to understand the Unforgivables more thoroughly," said David, his voice low and menacing. "In case a war breaks out. You've heard the rumors too. There are people joining sides and I need to know where I belong …."
Arlo felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead as he realized that David was not joking. He was serious about using the Imperius Curse, and maybe even other Unforgivables too. The thought sent a wave of fear through Arlo's body. He didn't know what to do, how to stop David from going down this dark path. Tightening a grip on his wand, Arlo let out his held breath as he looked around, noting David's serious expression.
"You can't be serious. This is all theoretical right? Just theory and study … not … actually … performing … those curses?! "
As David turned to leave, Arlo felt a shiver run down his spine. The air seemed to vibrate with an unsettling energy, as if the very darkness itself was awakening.
"You'll understand when the time comes, Arlo," David said, his voice dripping with an air of mystery. "Until then, keep my little secret."
"You aren't thinking of using those spells on anyone?" asked Arlo clenching his fist behind his leg. .
"I doubt I have to tell you who I would, given the chance," he said flatly.
"You know that hurting Emily isn't the way to get what you want. You can't be thinking of hurting Sirius over this nonsense!"
"What are you talking about?" David asked, his voice low and cautious. He took a step back, his eyes narrowing as if trying to process the information. Arlo's grip on his wand tightened further, his heart pounding in his chest.
"Emily's pregnant," he repeated, his voice firm. "With everything that's been going on, it's just not safe. I don't care how much of a 'good friend' you think you are to her, David. You're playing with fire."
David's face seemed to pale, and for a moment, Arlo thought he saw a hint of embarrassment creep onto his friend's face. But then, David's expression smoothed out, and he smiled, a cold, calculating smile that sent shivers down Arlo's spine.
"Come on, Arlo, you're overreacting," David said, his voice dripping with malice but with enough of a dismissive glance saying someone was behind him. "I just want to know the friendlier side of things."
Arlo felt a surge of fear as David's words dripped with sarcasm. He knew that tone all too well; it was the same tone David used when he was planning something devious.
"Friendly? You mean like how you've been 'friendly' towards others too?" Arlo shot back, his voice clipped as he raised a hand in disbelief. "You're Slytherin. You can't pretend like that doesn't mean something. Just stay away from her, okay? No more games. She's not one of your toys."
"Whatever you say, Arlo. But you can't keep her sheltered forever," David chuckled, a low, menacing sound, and rolled his eyes. "Oh, I think we'll have plenty of time to discuss that later. But for now... let's just say that I have some... new priorities."
With that, David nodded behind him, leaving Arlo shaken and frightened as he stared at Emily's shaken form. How much did she hear? The silence was oppressive, heavy with foreboding. Arlo felt like he was staring into the abyss, unsure of what lay ahead with concerns to David.
As he chatted with Emily a moment longer, they both set out toward the viaduct courtyard to begin their night patrol. Despite the warmth of the castle, the constant feeling of being watched lingered throughout the night. Glancing over their shoulders several times, he saw no one there. Still he felt it – the weight of David's gaze upon him. The wind rustled through the trees, whispering secrets in his ear. Arlo's heart raced as he quickened his pace, desperate to escape the darkness that lurked within those whispers, in some way to protect Emily from hearing them or getting her dragged into David's web of lies.
Arlo stood against the cold stone barrier, arms crossed, his keen eyes trained on the courtyard around them. The evening air pricked at his skin, but he hardly noticed; his attention was fixed on the students scattered about, their laughter echoing like a distant melody. Part of him envied their carefree spirits—particularly the younger students, whose exuberance reminded him of a simpler time. He could vividly recall his first days at Hogwarts, the thrill of wand-waving and spell-casting unburdened by expectations or responsibilities.
Yet, that nostalgia was quickly eclipsed by the weight of his role as a prefect. He was acutely aware of his duties to maintain order, ever vigilant against potential trouble. The group of seventh-years lounging on the grass appeared innocuous enough, and the huddled first-years daring each other to lean over the railing sparked memories of his own youthful dares. But Arlo's instincts never relaxed. The world outside the warm glow of the lanterns faintly stirred in the back of his mind—a reminder that just beyond this placid moment lay dangers from which they needed protection.
Dangers like what David warned about. Was the talks of a terrible man out there hunting wizards who weren't Pureblood? He himself was half-blood, his father a wizard and a Muggle mother, but the thought remained as he watched the witches and wizards around unaware of the realities outside the castle walls
He stole a sideways glance at Emily, who stood beside him, her gaze flitting from one group of students to another. There was an alertness about her that harmonized with his own sense of duty, but tonight there was something more—a subtle tension that made his heart race in a way he couldn't fully comprehend. As the last of the students began to trickle away toward the castle, the air shifted, infused with a quiet stillness that contrasted sharply with the raucous cheers that had just filled the courtyard. The laughter floated away like wisps of smoke, leaving a silence in its wake, thick with expectation. Arlo felt a knot tighten in his chest—a yearning mixed with the responsibility he carried. A shiver raced along his spine, and he instinctively shifted his posture, leaning more heavily against the stone wall as if seeking strength from the ancient structure.
As they neared the greenhouses, he noticed the faint glow of lanterns spilling from within, casting flickering shadows against the stone walls. Inside, a rich tapestry of earthy scents enveloped him, accompanied by the soft rustle of leaves. He crouched down to tend to some fluxweed, his concentration palpable. It was a task he enjoyed, a moment where he could lose himself in the delicate work of shaping the plants. He caught sight of Emily, watching him with an intensity that surprised him. The way her eyes followed his movements felt electric; she seemed captivated by the quiet diligence he exerted over the delicate plants. He focused on the way his thin fingers maneuvered with care, snipping back the greenery with a tenderness that he didn't fully understand. He was aware of the light reflecting off his protective eyewear, and he suspected that the focus etched across his brow gave him an air of determined brilliance. In that moment, he felt a magnetic pull, a rawness in his actions that spoke to a deeper truth within him.
For a fleeting second, he wondered what it would feel like for Emily to be close to him, to share a gentle touch or a delicate brush of fingers against skin. His heart quickened at the thought, a rush of warmth flooding his chest. Memories of their shared laughter during late-night study sessions and the hushed conversations over butterbeer in Hogsmeade welled up, dancing joyously in his mind, but they transformed into something more as he considered their current scenario among the lush greenery. He pondered the hidden current between them—a subtle tension that ignited both excitement and nervousness. Was it wrong to feel this way about her? To think about them being more than friends? The paradox of exhilaration and fear seeped into his thoughts, making the moment feel fragile yet filled with potential. Just as quickly, the weight of possibility settled in the air between them, mingling with the sweet fragrance of blooms surrounding them. Shaking off those thoughts, he smiled at Emily, fully aware that their friendship was blossoming into something more complex and beautiful.
In the dimmed light of the greenhouse, he felt a warmth radiate from her as he caught her gaze. It was a moment suspended in time, rich with unvoiced promises and newfound hopes.
"What are you looking at?" he asked innocently, glancing up from the fluxweed. He adjusted the cuffs of his sweater, trying to shake the lingering warmth he felt under her gaze.
Emily looked lovely, her powder blue knee-length dress paired seamlessly with a mustard yellow sweater that offered a cheerful contrast. The knee-high black boots added a touch of sophistication, and he found his eyes caught in the cascading waves of her dark hair. Her gaze was lively, and in the gentle illumination of the greenhouse, he noted the way her eyes sparkled, igniting something within him.
"I'm just a little cold," she murmured, twisting her fingers around the hem of her oversized sweater. His heart fluttered with concern as he paused his work, noting the hint of vulnerability in her voice. He nodded softly, reaching into his pocket for his wand. With a flick, he transfigured her sweater into a thicker one, wrapping her snugly in warmth. The gasp that escaped her lips caused his heart to swell with joy. Waving his wand again, bringing a nearby flower to float gently toward them, he transformed it into a charming headband that served to tame her hair.
"I think you're beautiful in yellow. Are you sure you aren't a Hufflepuff?" he teased, a soft laugh escaping him. Watching her adjust the flower headband made him feel light-hearted, yet he could see the way a flush crept into her cheeks as she tried to keep her composure.
"You like it?" he asked, wanting her to know how glad he was to see her smile. "I'm glad."
Arlo was faintly aware of his own cheeks warming as he averted his gaze momentarily. Glancing at his watch, reality struck—curfew was fast approaching, and they had two hours of patrol ahead.
In that tender moment, surrounded by lush plants and the soft glow of lanterns, it felt as if their worlds were intertwining. Arlo watched Emily, a tangible connection hanging in the air, full of possibility and uncertainty. As he contemplated what this growing bond meant, he was equally thrilled and anxious about the path that lay ahead for them.
Sitting in the softly illuminated Central Hall, the flickering candlelight casting gentle shadows around him. He had always appreciated the quiet beauty of the castle at night, but tonight was different. Tonight, Emily approached him with a boldness he hadn't anticipated. The sudden closeness as she slipped between his arms took his breath away.
"Hey there," she whispered, and just like that, Arlo felt his heartbeat quicken, warmth flooding his cheeks.
For a fleeting moment, everything felt perfect—the world faded away, leaving just the two of them suspended in a magical bubble. Yet the apprehension quickly followed. As he froze, unsure of how to respond, the tension thickened in the air, and panic clawed at his heart. This wasn't what he had planned. He could feel the weight of her gaze on him, searching for something, perhaps for a different acknowledgment of what was unfolding between them.
"Uh, Emily…" he finally managed to stutter, but the words felt heavy and clumsy.
Arlo could feel regret immediately, knowing he was about to burst this delicate moment she had crafted. When he looked into her eyes, he saw both hope and confusion, and it made him painfully aware of the path he found himself on. He couldn't deny that there was a part of him that wanted this—wanted her. But memories of Daphne flooded him, anchoring him back to the reality he couldn't escape.
"I just… I don't think this is a good idea," he said, even as his heart protested against the words that slipped from his lips. Merlin, how he wanted her at that moment, how he wanted to run his shaking fingers through the curtain of black hair she always wore down, or dreamed of holding her smaller body against his chest ….
Watching her expression change from playful to disheartened was like a knife twisting in his gut. He wanted to take his words back, to bridge the distance between them, but something deep within held him back. How could he share the truth of his feelings when it conflicted with the loyalty he had for Daphne, the best friend who had always been there for her? Could he actually betray the words and feelings he had displayed over the last ten months to Daphne, who worked with him on finding out it wasn't him who kissed Emily. No, he was pissed that someone else claimed that glory and not him. To use his name and be him to enjoy the act was humiliating when Daphne slapped him across the face on their return to Hogwarts after Christmas.
"Not when it's so late, and we're on patrol, and …" He felt himself grasping for excuses as he shifted awkwardly. Every word felt like an apology, every breath laden with the tension of his realization.
Her next words were delivered softly, a mere whisper, but in them resided a glaring truth.
"I was just trying to lighten the mood," she said, turning away slightly, making the air feel even colder.
He hated that he had dimmed that spark in her eyes.
"Emily, I—" he started, but then hesitated again.
Arlo wanted to tell her he valued her friendship, that beneath the surface, he felt an undeniable connection, but the weight of his hesitations amplified the silence. As she took a step away, crossing her arms around herself, Arlo felt a pang of sorrow. He had wanted this moment to be special, but instead, it had turned into an awkward reminder of the boundaries they had set. When he reached out, brushing his fingers lightly against hers, it felt like the briefest, most fragile connection in the world, overshadowed by uncertainty. It was clear to Arlo that something had shifted, perhaps irrevocably. He watched her slide into the role of the dutiful prefect again, the lightness of their shared laughter replaced by a palpable tension. The warmth that had sparked between them lingered in the air, but he felt out of reach, wading in the thick silence of what could have been.
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Arlo walked along the dimly lit corridors of Hogwarts, his mind a whirlpool of emotions as he made his way back to Ravenclaw Tower. The echoes of his earlier conversations played like a haunting melody, particularly the moments shared with Emily. The warmth of her presence lingered in his memory, a stark contrast to the chill creeping through him as he replayed their parting at the Gryffindor Common Room door.
Why did I have to be such an idiot? he thought, frustration bubbling within him. In that fleeting moment, he had felt a spark, a connection that had ignited something deep inside, only to let it fizzle into awkwardness. He recalled the light in her eyes dimming, the way her laughter faded into a muted silence. It twisted something sharp in his chest, a painful reminder that he had let her down.
His thoughts drifted back to the day's events: helping the younger students with the Colovaria spell, the jovial atmosphere that enveloped the school during dinner, and the excitement of the upcoming patrol with Emily. He had relished the thought of being with her, of sharing the warmth of friendship and perhaps something more. But that promise had been overshadowed by David's chilling revelation—a temptation towards darkness, the lure of the Imperius Curse. Arlo shuddered at the thought, knowing too well the destructive path it represented. David had been a friend, yet now, their bond felt fragile, strained by the engagement with dangerous magic. What if that curiosity turned into action? What if David's descent into the Dark Arts reached someone he cared for? Arlo felt a growing sense of dread—the looming promise of chaos, and the uncertainty of friendships that swayed like a pendulum in the wind.
Shaking his head, Arlo focused on Emily. Her laughter, her kindness, the way she drew out the best in him — those moments had been real and pure. But they were complicated by his lingering commitment to Daphne, whose trust felt like a tether weighing him down. Did she ever suspect that his heart fluttered for someone else? That another's laughter echoed in his mind long after they parted ways? He felt torn between loyalty and desire, the scales tipping with each memory of Emily's smile. With the rumors of war and shadowy figures encroaching upon their world, was it even sensible to contemplate such feelings? Trust and loyalty were paramount, but could he persist in denying his heart's whispers?
With each step toward the Ravenclaw tower, the cold stone walls felt heavier, burdened by the weight of unspoken possibilities. The uncertainty of the future loomed like a dark cloud over his thoughts, and Arlo felt his heart quicken once again. As he finally reached the door to his common room, Arlo paused for a moment, emotions swirling within him like autumn leaves caught in a gust of wind. He longed for clarity, for freedom from the tangled mess of friendships and obligations. Bracing himself against the bronze knocker, he drew a deep breath. The path forward was uncertain, but one thing was clear: he needed to protect the people he cared for, no matter the cost. With that thought echoing in his mind, Arlo stepped inside, determined to face whatever awaited him, and maybe find a way to navigate the treacherous waters ahead.
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