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Sorry about the delay. I’ve been visiting my dad for the past week and haven’t been any where near my stories. I hope you like this chapter. It’s defiantly my favorite so far. Well, enjoy!
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All through Charms all she could ask her self was “Why?”. After all theses years, why now? Why now, when she was bound to spend every possible minute with him and was forced to watch him flirt with other girls.

She got practically nothing from the lesson, having been immersed in her own thoughts. She kept getting furtive looks from Sirius and James, as they were wondering why she was being so quiet. Peter, who was sitting right beside her, was completely oblivious to it. She nearly cheered in relief when Professor Flitwick announced that they were dismissed from double charms, allowing them a good half hour to deposit their things in Gryffindor tower, and then make their way to dinner.

“You’re being awfully quiet,” Remus commented halfway through dinner when she failed to say anything beforehand.

“Huh?” She asked, having just been jerked out of her trance.

“He’s right, you usually don’t shut up,” Sirius put in jokingly, right before biting into a large roll. Kristen glared at him. Her glare was suddenly turned to horror though when the roll burst into flames, causing Sirius to scream and the roll to fall on the table where it quickly returned to normal. Everyone in the great hall turned to look at them.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” She exclaimed quickly, not really sure what was going on.

“Why the bloody hell did you do that?” He yelled at her, desperately grabbing other people’s cups to cool his tongue.

“What is going on now?” Professor Mcgonagall asked irritably, striding over to their seats. “You two again?” She inquired when she saw who was making all the noise. “Was I wrong to only give you one night’s worth of detention?”

“I didn’t do anything!” Kristen and Sirius shouted in unison.

“Don’t play the innocent card St. Claire. You lit my roll on fire and everyone here can testify to it!” Sirius exclaimed, pointing an accusing finger at her.

“But I didn’t mean to!” Yelled Kristen in defense. “I didn’t even say anything! And how on earth would I know how to make fire anyway?”

“She’s right Sirius. There’s no proof it was her,” Remus put in.

“Well she was staring at me the ‘poof’! My bread was on fire!” Sirius retaliated.

Professor McGonagall sighed and said, “Come with me Miss St. Claire. No, no, don’t look like that. I just want to speak with you,” She said when Kristen’s eyes got wide. She proceeded to lead Kristen to her room, the young girl being gazed upon with both sympathy and amusement.

The Professor was silent as she led Kristen to her office. Kristen desperately wanted to talk, it was a nervous habit, but was far too afraid to do anything seeming against her wishes. “Sit,” she instructed once they had entered her office, gesturing to a rickety chair in front of her desk. She then sat herself down behind her own desk and folded her hands on the desk. “Tell me Miss St. Claire, have you ever done anything of that nature before? Have there ever been moments when something odd has happened when you were particularly angry or frightened?”

Kristen searched her mind. At first she could think of nothing, but then her mind started bringing up images of odd things that had often happened at her home. She had never connected them to magic though; she had just always thought that they were strangely bizarre incidents. For instance, when she was five her parent’s decided to get a dog from the pound. Kristen was extremely excited but once she got there and saw all the animals in cages she had started bawling. A split second later the cage doors had all busted open, allowing the animals to run free. That was only one incident, one in many. And now that she thought of it, with magic as an excuse, she could see that these incidents very well could have involved magic. “Now that I think on it, yes.” She answered decidedly.

“We actually don’t have this problem with muggle born children very often. You see, wizards are prone to let off magic in a sense when they have heightened emotions. Now wizard children know this and they try to perform magic when they’re upset or frightened. As you know, muggle children are completely oblivious to that so they have no reason to try.” The middle-aged woman rattled off.

“But I didn’t even want his roll to light on fire,” Kristen said slowly, trying to find the right words to explain herself. “I just glared at him and it happened.”

Professor McGonagall gave her a smile. It wasn’t much, but it shocked Kristen nonetheless. “I don’t say his much Kristen so take it heart. I truly believe that you have a lot of potential. I have no doubt that you’ll go far in this world. Now go to the great hall to meet Mr. Pringley. Dinner is probably over by now,” She said as a form of dismissal. Kristen didn’t hesitate in heeding her, even though she was not looking forward to detention.

When she reached the great hall she found it deserted save for Sirius who was leaning idly against a pillar. For a split second, she realized that what Gwen had said about him was true, that he was worthy of a second glance. But as quickly as that thought flew into her head, it flew back out again. She knew that those thoughts were forbidden, especially since she was currently supposed to be thinking James.

“He hasn’t shown up yet,” Sirius said when he spotted her walking towards him. “So what did she do to you?” He asked with a grin, his anger obviously still controlling him.

“Nothing, like she said, she just wanted to talk to me.” Kristen replied with a shrug of her shoulders.

“So I get my mouth lit on fire and all you get is a talking to?” Sirius asked with skepticism. When she just nodded he yelled, “That’s not fair! She just likes you for some reason. If I had done it to you I would have gotten a week’s worth of detention most likely!”

“You’re probably right,” Kristen agreed just to annoy him. “I wonder why he’s not here yet. Maybe he forgot,” She said hopefully.

They heard a hoarse laugh from across the hall and whipped their heads toward it. “You didn’t think you would really get off that easy did you?” A craggily voice asked. It took a moment for the voice’s owner to be seen through the shadows that were cast along the great hall. He was an old man with wrinkles crisscrossing every inch of his face and a stooped back that made him shuffle across the hallway. “Alright kiddies, up to the trophy room for ye. You’ll be polishin’ until sunrise most likely, so let’s get to it,” he wheezed, beginning to lead the way. Sirius and Kristen were completely silent on the way there, not daring to say anything that might upset the old man.

“The polish is there and the rags next to it. If I can’t see my image perfectly in each one of them when I come in you’ll do them all again, and I don’t care how long it takes.” He growled at them, shoving his two inmates into the trophy room. “Now have fun kiddies,” he said with a cynical smile and a cold, cruel laugh that sent shivers down each of their backs.

“Now that’s what you call crazy,” Sirius said once he was sure the caretaker was out of earshot.

Kristen sighed and went to grab a rag and a jar of polish. “I guess we better get started.” Sirius nodded, grabbed his own rag and jar of polish, and began the slow dulling work. Kristen felt like she was there for hours, by looking outside she could tell that it was easily tell it was well past eleven, possibly midnight. She found it miraculous how during it all they remained civil toward one another. They traded jokes, though they often didn’t understand each others. Sirius told her about the many members of his family, from his metamorphing baby cousin Nymphadora, to his great-grandfather who had been headmaster at Hogwarts not too long ago. Kristen entertained him by answering many questions he had about her world, most of which were completely ridiculous (“Do you really wash live ducks while you take a bath?”).

It was just after she was telling him about the more intricate details of soccer that he said, “Hey St.Claire, come over here.”

She walked over to where he was standing. He was looking into a case that held huge trophies labeled ‘Services to the School’. “Have you ever heard of Tom Riddle?” He asked, pointing at a trophy at the very front of the case. Obviously no one else had won a trophy since him. When she shook her head ‘no’ he said, “That’s Voldermort’s real name.”

“You’re kidding, right?” She asked in disbelief with a sarcastic smile. “Why on earth would they give him a trophy, especially one like that?”

“No idea,” He answered truthfully, still looking at it with a bit of confusion. “But I know it’s him, I’ve heard my parents talking about it. I wasn’t supposed to hear of course but I’ve been known to eaves drop on more than one occasion.” He finished with a wink.

“I always just thought that his parents were high or something when they named him,” Kristen said truthfully with a shrug.

“They probably were anyways,” he agreed with a laugh.

“Why doesn’t he go by his real name? And I’m guessing it’s not common knowledge to know it,” Kristen said slowly, wanting the whole story out of him.

“Well firstly, I think it was because his dad was a jerk to his mum or something, and he’s named after him. I’m not entirely sure about that though. And secondly, my family religiously traces the family lines of Hogwarts and Tom Riddle is the heir of Slytherin, the only one left for that matter. That’s how they knew his name at all.” He rattled off, remembering why he was there and scrubbing the vase with polish.

“Now I know why the Slytherins really are a whole bunch gits,” Kristen said, also beginning to do her job once more.

Sirius was silent for a moment. “You know, they’re not all bad,” he said ever so slowly.

“Like Narcissa?” She asked.

“Yeah. And I mean, there are a few in there that want nothing to do with Voldermort. Those are mostly the older students, the ones that were placed there before he really got a hold of some power.” He concluded.

“And to think, I thought you would always stand by your judgment that they were all a bunch of jerks.” She said off handedly.

“Oh, most of them are, don’t get me wrong! Just a select few aren’t all that bad,” He said thoughtfully.

“What are you doing in here talking?” A voice suddenly snapped at them, startling Kristen so much that she jumped and her jar of polish fell to the ground with a large crash, spilling its contents all over the ground. “Idiot girl! Now you’ve wasted a whole jar! Clean them all again! Get the polish off the floor and use it on them if you have to. I’ll be back to check on you delinquents later.” He huffed, shuffling back down the stairs without allowing them to have any kind of input.

“I’m so sorry,” Kristen said quietly, bending down and getting some of the spilt polish on her rag as to start all over again. “You can leave, I’ll tell him you got sick or something.” She almost wished he would go, she was near to tears and the last thing she wanted to do was let him see her cry. It was just that, no teacher had ever acted like that towards her.

“Lousy git,” Sirius fumed. For a split second Kristen thought he was talking about her and the tears began to well up in her eyes. But then she realized he was staring down the stairs and referring to the old man. “He could have done a simple repairing job and not have said those things! It was a mistake for Merlin’s sake!” He roared. He then ran his fingers through his hair, calming himself as he turned to Kristen. “Don’t listen to him. He just jealous because we’re part of the beautiful people and he’s not.”

Kristen laughed at this, pointedly ignoring the fact that he had basically just called her pretty. She was supposed to be obsessed with James, right? Every time she had a crush on a boy they were the only thing that could occupy her mind. So why was young master Black suddenly occupying so many of her thoughts?
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It was well past four when they stumbled into the Gryffindor tower, nearly falling asleep on the ground.

“Well St.Claire, it was fun,” Sirius said with a nod to her. “We should do it again sometime.”

“Personally, I’m not so keen on getting another one of those.” Kristen yawned, stretching her arms as far as they would go. “I have no idea how I’m going to stay awake tomorrow.”

“Well you better try pretty hard. We’ve got flying tomorrow and I don’t want you to fall off your broom.” He said off-handedly. When she gave him an odd look he quickly covered it up by saying. “Not that I would care, it would be hilarious to me. It’s just that I’m sure lover boy Remus would find some way for it to be my fault.”

“What are you talking about?” Kristen asked him, a bit irritably. She hated it that he liked to flaunt it when he knew something she didn’t.

He cocked an eyebrow. “You’re kidding right? How is it not obvious to you? I mean, I’m a guy and I can see it!”

Kristen folded her arms over her chest and smirked at him. “Well, Black, some people do believe that your true gender is still in question.”

“And are you one of them?” He asked, returning her smirk.

“Well, yes, I suppose,” She admitted in mock relentlessness.

It was then he did something completely unexpected to her. He closed the gap between them and kissed her. And as hard as it was for her to admit to herself, she kissed him back. She had no idea why, she just did on instinct. She was the one who ended it though, mostly because she was having trouble wrapping her mind around it.

She noticed that for the tiniest of moments Sirius looked hurt but that was replaced by, once again to her astonishment, a blush. “Well, Kirsten, are you still questioning?” He tried to say this in a mocking tone but it came out in the form of a normal question.

Kristen looked at the floor, trying to hide the beet red color that had taken form on her face as well. “No, Sirius, I don’t think I am,” She replied slowly. It occurred to her for a moment that they were referring to each other on a first name basis.

There was an awkward silence. Sirius broke it by saying, “Well we should…um…”

“Go to bed I guess,” Kristen said helpfully, rubbing her arm to try and release her own tension.

“Yeah, bed,” Sirius replied, keeping his face down. “Well, g’night Kristen.”

“Night Sirius,” Kristen said, turning gratefully for her stairs as Sirius turned to his. She wanted nothing more than to sleep. Except answers. She would dearly love to have the answers as to why he did that. But as he was highly unlikely to give her any sort of explanation she decided to satisfy at least her second strongest need. She flopped onto her bed, not bothering to change her clothes. She was asleep before her face even hit the pillow.
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Oh, how I love romantic tension…

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