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Christmas was dawning and soon the weather began to change. I looked out from above the Gryffindor tower and was greeted by a blanket of white. I smiled. I adored snow. I adored the winter. The full moon shone in all its glory. And I sighed contently, wishing I could save this moment in time.

But then Black comes down in his jammies and my moment is absolutely ruined. I try to sit there on the windowsill inconspicuously by wrapping myself in the warm blanket on my lap. It’s a Spice Girls duvet another reason why I don’t want him to see me. Imagine the utter shame. Unfortunately he does see me and gives a startled cry. His hair is disheveled in a way that makes it lie comfortably on his forehead, hiding his eyes. I hate to admit it but he does have amazing hair, there is no denying it.

“What are you looking at Favriaani?” He sneers. “ I know I have a great body and all but really, no need to stare with that longing look in your eyes.”

I scoff and that familiar burning sensation in my stomach follows. After his betrayal we haven’t talked, at all. There’s always that cold silence between us as if the other speaks everything will fall apart, like glass. Sirius and I’s ‘relationship’ is on a bridge an icy bridge, fragile. Either way, we still loathe each other but this time it’s more than the stupid quarrels, its actual hatred, hatred worthy of a Slytherin.

“I was actually looking at your hair,” I reply coldly, honestly.

“Thinking of cutting it?” He sneers. “Or are you just merely jealous?”

I couldn’t believe it. This was the first time we have talked in about two months and he’s accusing me of being jealous. Once again, what a bloody moron. I cross my arms over my chest and give him a death glare.

“Fishing for comments now, Black?” I say innocently. “ How’s Berlin is she not giving you all the comments?”

“Oh, shut up.” Sirius says angrily. “ And who the hell are the Spice Girls?”

I blush but thank goodness he can’t see my face in the dark.

“It’s from when I was little.” I reply defiantly. “ The Spice Girls are a band.”

“Loser.” He coughs.

“I despise you Sirius Black!” I cry out angrily. “What gives you the right of coming here and start talking to me? I hate you! Get that through your thick head.”

“No, that is so not obvious!” He replies sarcastically. “And this is a free country, I can talk to anyone I wish, even if it’s you.”

“Your unbelievable!” I say, my voice getting louder and louder by the second.

“Your unbearable!” He yells furiously, tearing at his hair.

“You’re a complete IDIOT!” I retort.

“You’re a crazed LUNATIC!” He barks.

I began to pull my wand out, as did he. Here we go again, I think wearily. But it’s kind of soothing, you know, familiar. But before we could make any further damage, James comes racing to us. There’s a look of annoyance on his face and he his still his pajamas, it doesn’t look like he has been sleeping.

“Oi, Padfoot, Danny!” He says irritably, stepping in between us. I glare at him. James Potter is totally ruining my chance at causing utter humiliation to Black.

“What?” Sirius and I say at the same time. We turn to each other and glare. Glare, as in how-dare- you –say- the- same- thing -as -me; you- are- not- even –fit- to- wipe –the- dirt off- my -shoes. Touché, I think to myself.

“What?” Sirius and James ask simultaneously, looking at me with interest and in Sirius’s case, disgust. What a moron.

“What?” I ask them, equally bewildered.

James shakes his head and Sirius smirks. James turns to Sirius and I finally realize James’s face is etched in worry. What I once thought was annoyance is concern and absolute anxiety. They whisper heatedly and I am unable to move. I am curious.

“No, Sirius, be serious Snape is going to get gravely injured or worse killed!” James sputters.

“That slimy git deserves it, Prongs and you know it, besides its hilarious.” Sirius says laughing. “ That git should know when not to put his greasy nose in other people’s business, especially Moony’s.”

“I don’t care,” James says defiantly. “ No one deserves to be tricked that way. I am going and if you decide not to come and help you’re two best friends, so be it.” His voice shakes and before I know it he runs out of the common room. And it strikes me; the Marauders friendship means everything to them. Everything, and for something to jeopardize their friendship so, must be grave.

“What’s going on?” I ask, bewildered. I know there is something wrong and I am deeply worried.

“Just some joke,” Sirius says. “Just a joke.”

“That sounds like a dangerous ‘joke’, if it involves somebody getting seriously injured or possibly killed.” I say snidely. “ And what about Remus, he’s Moony isn’t he, what in Merlin’s beard is going on?”

“I have to go, “ Sirius says talking to himself, ignoring me, “ Remus is in trouble, I have to do it for them. It’s all my fault. I told Snape.”

“Remus is in trouble?” I ask, my heart pounding in my chest. “Where is he? Can I help?” Whole bunch of questions are littering my brain and I am trying to figure it all out.

“No, it’s dangerous.” Sirius frowns. And I am thinking that is the absolute wrong thing to say to me. An adventure, I am totally willing.

“I’m going,” I say making sure he realizes that I am not going to be argued with.

“No, you’re NOT!” He practically yells at me. Everything about him right now is on the edge, like he’s going to tip over and explode.

“Yes, I AM!” I yell at him.

“Oh, stop acting like the hero Favriaani, “ He remarks distractedly. “You have no idea what’s happening, no idea.”

“I am going and that’s final.” I say and with that I quickly run up to the dormitory, scourging through all the junk on my bed, looking for my mitts, coat and hat.

“Argh,” I whisper in absolute fury. “ I am so cleaning my room when I get back!” Tossing a Witch’s weekly on the ground. Everybody is sleeping peacefully as I tip toe out of the dormitory to see Sirius slip out of the common room. Thoughts of getting caught after curfew are out of my mind as I follow him out the porthole.

“Black,” I call after him, trying to keep up with his long strides.

He turns around and motions me to come quickly. I, for once oblige to his request. He’s looking intensely at piece of old parchment but after closer inspection I see it’s a map of Hogwarts. It’s not any ordinary map in fact I see moving dots with names written above them. I look at the title, The Marauders Map.

“Amazing,” I breathe, looking at the map while trying to keep up with him.

Sirius ignores me as he draws breath; something on the map has bothered him. I grab the map off his hands, ignoring his objections. Three dots have made their way to the center of the school grounds, to the Whomping Willow. Remus appears to be in the tree and James and Snape are by the tree, moving frantically here and there.

“What does this mean?” I ask, fearing the answer.

“It means we are in trouble.” Sirius says and there’s a look of terror on his face. He turns his head to me, “Stay here, its too dangerous.” Concern is written on those beautiful blue eyes but they, I can see, are switching into that stormy gray.

“Here, take this for now,” He commands, thrusting the parchment in my hand. “ When you’re done, just tap the parchment with your wand and say ‘mischief managed’ and if you want to see the map again, say the words, ‘ I solemnly swear I am up to no good.’ Keep watch, give us a signal, we may need it.” He gives me one last fervent glance and pulls up his hood. I want to argue, I want to yell at him for treating me like a girl but I don’t, I just nod.

He disappears into the night and I swear I hear the sound of howling, hooves and barking. I struggle with the urge to run after him, but again I don’t and I survey the map. I see Sirius running toward them, quickly, too quick for a human, I observe. He runs toward Remus who has gotten ‘out’ of the tree while James leads Snape to the castle. Snape appears to be unconscious since he’s right on top of James dot. But I realize Sirius is being chased my Remus. I don’t know what’s going on but I have a bad feeling. I glance once more at the Map and make sure Filch isn’t in proximity. I tap the Map with the tip of my want and whisper, “ Mischief managed.” The parchment goes blank and I pocket it. I adjust my hat and mitts.

“I can do this, I can to this.” I mutter and mutter.

I take a deep breath and step out into the cold, winter night air. I walk into the snow, my pajamas instantly getting wet and terrible bitter cold seeps through my legs. I give out a gasp and I can see my breath in the night. I breathe in.

“I can do this, I can do this.” And with that I am running through the snow ignoring the slow numbness forming in my legs.

“Lumos,” I whisper taking my wand out being unable to see through all the darkness.

I hear barking in the distant and growling and, faint whimpering. The whimpering scares me the most and I can here the Whomping Willow and it’s branches cutting through the night air. As usual the tree is wild and dangerous. I’m scared for Sirius and Remus. I catch my breath, holding my wand high.

“Sirius!” I cry out in the night. “Remus!”

I turn around frantically, searching and before I know it I see a shadow of a body. My heart skips a beat, I run toward the body but a beast jumps in front of me. I curse and I see the wolf, a werewolf. Its’ gray fur is coated in snow, its yellow eyes piercing through me and it snarls. Its teeth are bared and saliva oozes out. The smell is horrendous and I lift my wand with shaking fingers.
“Don’t you dare,” I whisper threateningly.

Then something snaps in the wolf, and those yellow eyes bear something almost human. And then realization strikes me, Remus. My eyes widen.

“Remus?” I stutter backing away, my eyes darting to the figure next to Whomping Willow. “Please.” I beg.

The werewolf, Remus backs away, those yellow, unkind eyes are gone only to be replaced my honey brown ones, Remus. As soon as I see him disappear into the Whomping Willow I run savagely to the figure on the ground. The tree’s huge branches were slashing away preventing me from getting to that figure that I am suspecting is Sirius. I felt a huge slash on my arm and I cried out in pain. I ran in further, so close, so close.

Branches whip around me, throwing me here and there with me yelling obscene incantations. I was bleeding everywhere but there he was, there was the figure, Sirius.

“Sirius!” I cry, “Oh please, don’t be dead, don’t be dead.” I beg and I reach him. But it’s not Sirius it’s a dog, a black shaggy dog. I shake the animal; instinct is telling me that this dog is closely related to Sirius. There are claw marks on his fur, which makes me realize how dire my situation is.

“Wake up,” I whisper fiercely. “ Wake up.”

The dog just remains there, it’s breathing but hardly. I groan. Adventure? No way. I am so done with adventure.

“MOBILICORPUS!” I yell over the roar of the tree. The dog levitates. I breathe in deeply and I run blindly out of reach of the Whomping willow. I hover over the levitating dog, trying to protect him from the branches.

Oh marvelous, I think, I am dying to save a dog. The shame.

Pain is holding me back, I gasp for breath. I see an opening and sprint with the dog levitating in front of me. I hear the Whomping Willow behind me, swaying angrily, creaking with fury in its massiveness.

“Stupid tree,” I mutter before falling into blackness with the dog lying beside me. And the last thing I remember is seeing a long white beard hovering above me.

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