"I have been the biggest twat to everyone since Halloween," I say, laying on the ground with my legs against the wall.

"I really need you to watch your language in my office," Remus sighs.

"What? Next you are going to tell me I actually have to go back to my dorm."

"That's exactly what I was about to tell you. Look, not that I don't love you like my own child, but the teachers are getting suspicious of how much time we spend together. With your father putting on his spontaneously scheduled performances, they have every reason to be."

"Did you just make a redundant statement? Oh dear, Moony, I'm afraid its too late to stop spending time together. You're already corrupt."

Remus chuckles a bit, passing me my essay to review the grade he gave me.

"You docked me two points because I didn't state what color eyes the Grindylow has?"

"That's still a ninety-three percent, Avalon."

"Yeah, that's seven points less than what it should be."

"Every grade you've had has been perfect since class started."

"I know, but I was trying to have a perfect grade in every class."

"You can't possibly have a perfect score in every class right now."

I fidget with the Rowena Ravenclaw chocolate frog card, ignoring answering.

"There's no way!"

"It's not that hard. Snape tried docking me on a potion, but then, I gave him the reasoning behind my conclusion on why the rosemary needed to be in powder form. He gave me full credit."

"You are way too ambitious. You're gonna get yourself killed with that."

"I'm aware. You going to the quidditch match?"

He gives me a deadpan look that doesn't really answer my question.

"How come you want to go, Avalon? Does it have to do with any seekers?"

"Shut up. Oh wait. Fuck, I forgot it was a full moon. Can I join this time?"

I give him a smug smile, waiting for him to process what I said.

"No, of course you can't. Wait, what did you do?"

"Things all marauders do."

"Stop calling us that."

"Nope!"

"How did you even- Actually, no, I really don't want to know."

"If you are really curious, I happen to turn into a robin. They are a symbol of hope and renewal."

"Please. Nothing against you being an unregistered animagus, but I just really don't want you to see me like... that."

"So, I'm guessing you won't be in class tomorrow?"

"No, now please leave. I have to set everything up for Sniv- Snape."

I start laughing like a maniac at his little slip up. I grab my bag and start getting up, tears falling down my eyes.

"Bye, Moony. I'll see you."

"Don't you dare!"

Lately, everyone has been keeping their distance from me. They all have their reasoning, but for some reason, most of the Gryffindors didn't. Hopefully, none of them are planning to "save me" from my own father, who has taken quite a liking to the fact I can run around with him anytime.

"Does this oatmeal taste disgusting?" I ask Ginny, who was digging a spoon into the oatmeal. I just spit into a napkin, eye twitching.

"Ew, yeah, what the bloody hell! Tastes like rotten pumpkins," she says spitting it out.

"I know what it is."

I turn to the Slytherin, seeing Draco start to tease us, including Harry. Pansy had his arm wrapped around her.

Cepheus swoops in with a package and a paper. The other birds follow behind him because Cepheus hates blending in with the birds. He's a very pampered owl.

"Oh my Merlin! How did I forget today was your birthday?" Ginny whispers.

"Please, don't tell anyone. Peeves pulls a prank for every Slytherin's birthday," I whine.

"What's the package for?" Neville asks.

"Don't worry about it."

I open the card first, which was a mistake. It blew green and purple streamers everywhere around me.

"I'm going to kill them," I mutter.

"Who's them?" Hermione asks, staring at the streamers with furrowed eyebrows.

"Family. All of them."

"Isn't it just your-"

"And Remus."

"What's in the package?" Ron asks, impatiently.

I roll my eyes, starting to open the outer layer. Two boxes taped together are wrapped prestigiously in a lavender printed brown paper wrapping.

"Is your favorite color purple?" Harry asks, anxiety lacing his body.

"Yeah. Are you ok?" I ask, concerned.

"Shut up. It's your birthday. Open the gift."

"What if it explodes in my face?"

"You really hate surprises, don't you?" the Weasley twins add.

"Ok, I'm opening it!"

I cleanly break the seals off the package, a big velvet box being contained in one section. I open the box and almost pass out.

"I might die right now," I whisper, struggling to breathe. My father had to be behind this one.

"What? It's just a necklace and a ring," Ron shrugs.

Hermione and I make eye contact, silently agreeing that this bloke is an idiot.

"Just? This is a Cartier 18 karat white gold ring from the Hearts and Symbols collection with a matching white gold necklace. This is no ordinary ring and necklace. I do not even want to know what's in the other box in fear it's more expensive than this."

I start opening it, seeing a travel size YSL make up bag.

"Ok, we are good. This one is just make up. I couldn't stand another expensive present."

"Oh, there's a card under the velvet box. It's signed P.F. Who is P.F.?" Ginny asks.

"No one. Family friend. Anyways, got to get to class."

No, I do not need to get to class. I need to get the hell out of here before Peeves decides he wants to join my gift opening session. I go to Herbology, setting my things down before reading the card.

"My dearest Robin, your sick obsession with designer has given me the chance to acquire pieces of your favorite Cartier collection. They are not cursed, I promise. I'll see you soon, ma chérie. Love, P.F."

P.F. is obviously Padfoot. I really would have never guessed this is what he got me because the collection is rather expensive, and yes, we have money. I just think this collection may be pricier than we bargained for.

I move through classes like a zombie until I reach Defense Against the Dark Arts. I forgot Snivellus was teaching today. What if I just-

"Leaving so soon, Miss Black?" the tall figure sneers.

"Wish I could, Professor."

"I should dock you points."

"For what? Being snarky?"

"Take a seat."

I roll my eyes as I take a seat next to Theo.

"Happy Birthday," he says, passing me a small bag.

I look inside to see the same Chanel lipstick Pansy messed up. Brand new tube of course.

"Thank you. Really," I say, genuinely needing a Slytherin who liked me in our year.

"Mum told me I had to give this to you," Draco lamely says, bringing me a book, "Happy Birthday, cousin."

I open the cover of the book: R.A.B. The book looked blank, but I knew how the Blacks work. I took out a needle and pricked my finger underneath my school sweater. A drop on the cover, and the words unveiled. It seemed like a diary, but it had ways to learn unspoken spells and potion information.

I stuff the book in my bag as the class starts. Harry was missing when I took my curious look around.

"Miss Black turn forward," I hear Snape sneer.

"Potter's not-" I start.

"I don't care."

"Sorry, I'm late Professor Lupin. I-"

"Well, since you are ten minutes late, that should be, what, ten points from Gryffindor. Sit."

"Where's Professor Lupin?"

"He is too ill to teach, so sit down, like I said."

"What's he doing?" I whisper to Theo, who looks just as clueless.

"What's wrong with Professor Lupin?"

"Oh my Merlin someone shut him up," I whisper again.

"Not life threatening. Five points from Gryffindor, and I will make it fifty if you do not sit down."

I watch Harry as he sat down, defeated look evident in his eyes.

"As I was saying before I was interrupted, Professor Lupin doesn't seem to be organized."

"Professor, I told you we've been over boggarts, Red Caps, kappas, and Grindylows," Hermione repeats.

"Be quiet! I wasn't asking for information. I was merely inputting on Professor Lupin's lack of organization."

I start getting angry.

"Well, they say all best wizards are a mess," I comment.

"Yeah, and he's the best Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher we've had," Dean adds.

"Seeing as one's gone insane and the other ended up being pure evil" I say, fist bumping Theo.

"You are easily satisfied then. Most of this information I expect from a first year. Today we will be talking about... werewolves," Snape says, satisfied smirk painting his face.

I stand up, schoolbook now in hand. I stare at him, daring him to continue.

"But, sir, we are supposed to-" Hermione doesn't get to finish.

"Miss Granger, I am teaching the lesson, not you. Turn to page 394! All of you!"

He stares me down again, challenging. I love that stubborn is the first quality I gained from both my parents.

"If you do not sit down right now, I will take twenty points from Slytherin, and if you leave, that's skipping a lesson, making it fifty points."

"It's a good thing everyone in Slytherin hates me then, including you."

I turn around, exiting the classroom, the biggest smile on my face. Everyone told me how pissed he was when I left once we reconvened in the Great Hall for lunch.

"From Dumbledore," Percy says, passing me a note.

"You got in trouble?" Hermione asks.

"Well, it doesn't say much. 'Come to my office. I've been taking a liking to pumpkin pasties lately.' That doesn't sound like I'm in trouble, but I've personally never seen Dumbledore mad."

"What got you so pissed anyways?" Dean asks.

"He was being a dick. He wasn't listening to anyone. I hate his god complex, and I am not falling victim to it. The only god complex I will fall victim to is my own."

"Do you even have a god complex?" Harry asks.

"I dress like I could not give a single fuck about anyone. Of course I have a god complex. Not to be confused with a savior complex. I cannot stand taking care of people just to be considered a good person, maybe."

I get up, heading to Dumbledore's office. I stroll through the halls when I see a rat running.

"I fucking swear Peter! You do not want to get on my bad side today!"

I run after the rat, but I knock into a figure, setting me back from my capture.

"What do you think you are doing running through the halls," the familiar voice demands.

"Sorry, Minister."

Yeah, I am definitely in trouble. Mum taught me how to answer without answering under Veritaserum because of who we are and the person we believe is innocent, so if this little meeting comes to that, I'm a good little white liar.

"Well, did Albus send you here?" he asks.

"Yes, sir. He did. The password is pumpkin pasties."

I follow behind the minister as he leads the way. I roll my eyes behind him, glaring holes into the back of his head. The moment I'm inside the office, I am asked to sit down.

"If this is about my father, no, I do not know where he is. If this is about me skipping class, I almost killed a professor today, so I think skipping is the better option," I say, not wasting time.

"Albus!" Fudge reprimands.

"She is obviously joking, Cornelius," Dumbledore sides with me.

"This isn't just about your father. We were tipped off that he may have sent you a package since its your birthday. We must see the gift and the card."

"Tipped off? This have to do with any Slytherins? Possibly ones named Pansy or Draco."

"I am not allowed to answer that."

I pull out the card and the velvet box. Mum's card was still stuffed in the makeup bag with a lip liner, lipstick, and mascara.

"Who's P.F.?" the minister asks.

"That's my mum's friend, Pierre Farrow. He's French."

"Ah... I don't know him."

"Yeah, you wouldn't. He's from France, and you are the British Minister of Magic."

Fudge squints at me, almost challenging me, but once I lifted my eyebrow up, his face dropped. I smile to myself in victory.

"So that settles that, and this other card is from your mother. You are free to go, but if we figure out you helped your father in anyway, you will be expelled and could face time for harboring a fugitive."

"Fortunately, that won't be necessary."

"Good day, Albus."

I start to get up as Fudge leaves until...

"Miss Black, a word?" Dumbledore asks.

"Yes, Professor?"

"Could you check in on Professor Lupin? He's in the hospital wing."

"Of course, Professor."

I head out, going straight to the hospital wing. I open the door, Poppy closing the curtain around him.

"Madam Pomfrey, it's just me," I say.

"You know?"

"Of course I know. Is he ok?"

"Yes, but unfortunately, even though he's extremely ill, he's been trying to pull himself out of bed just to give you a gift and say happy birthday."

"That's my Moony."

"Your father used to say that all the time. Those boys were such great friends. Such a shame what happened."

"Moony, your favorite goddaughter is here," I whisper at the sweat covered body.

"Happy birthday. Your gift is on the table," the man practically breathes out.

He coughs right after, almost out of breath.

"You didn't have to get me anything."

"But I always do."

I open the bag grabbing at the small piece when I realize what it is. A glass robin ornament was in the bag, making me gasp.

"If you weren't in pain right now, I would strangle you in a hug. I love it."

"I'm glad. I was scared you might hate it."

"No, I'm going to cherish it forever."

"Go now, I'll see you sometime."

"I love you, Moony."

"I love you too, Ava."

That night the twins brought me a cake with purple frosting and green scrawled words wishing me a happy birthday. I blew out the pretty firework like candle, wishing for freedom for my father.

The next day Harry was beyond wound up. He honestly looked sick in my opinion.

"You don't look too hot," I say, pushing his hair away from his forehead, feeling it.

"I thought I was very hot," he flirts sarcastically.

"So funny. No fever."

"Why are you up anyways? Do you not sleep?"

"No, actually. I don't."

He shoves porridge in his mouth, color slowly going to his cheeks. The rest of his team started heading down, all huddling. They eyed me suspiciously, but I raised my hands in surrender.

I lay my head on Harry's shoulder, no makeup on to smudge. Oliver looked like he was simply going to absolutely throw up and fall off his broom before he has even gone to the pitch.

It wasn't helping the team that it was raining significantly. Harry fidgets with my right hand, his pulse racing through my body.

"I'll see you, yeah? You'll be great."

"Yeah, see you after the game..."

He seems so defeated. I head to the astronomy tower, wanting to be a bird for a bit. It's cold, and for some reason, being a bird in this weather is warmer.

No one occupied the astronomy tower, so I had an open opportunity to just become a robin. Being a bird is actually quite nice. I couldn't take it forever since birds eat insects.

I fly through the sky, air catch through the wings of my fake body. I'm going to be honest, this is still the weirdest feeling ever, but anything for Moony, huh?

I fly down to the quidditch pitch, perched on one of the railings of the stands. I stay for a second before flying down to the sleeping dog in the forest. I turn back to normal, enjoying the weight of the sweaters on my body.

A tight white sweater was the base layer of my outfit, layered with a violet v neck sweater. My favorite pair of Levi's flared jeans complete the outfit along with the seven silver rings and two silver necklaces.

"Padfoot? Are you dead?"

"Five more minutes."

"Nope, Harry's game starts soon. Be a dog and watch."

"What about Remus?"

"Full moon. He's still recovering."

"Fine! Maybe I'll come."

"You know you were planning on going anyway."

"I would enjoy it more if my overdramatic daughter was playing too."

"Well, maybe my overdramatic father could drop the subject."

He gets up walking towards me, pulling me into a hug.

"Ew, you smell like a dog," I say, pushing him away, although it wasn't working.

"I wonder why. Look, Avalon. I'm not pressuring you. I just think it's absurd you won't play because you don't want to die."

"I'm selfish. I'm aware of it and always will be. If I had the chance to save everyone I love if it meant doing the wrong thing, I would take it. Maybe that makes me a bad person, but I can't deal with my loved ones being harmed."

"I understand where you are coming from but sacrificing yourself comes with a price. Sacrificing hope and light also comes at a price. A non-negotiable one at that."

"Come on. Let's see the golden boy do his thing."

I walk with the black dog to the quidditch pitch, no one noticing the dog anyways.

"Oh my God, it's freezing!" I yell, turning to Ginny.

"Yeah, it wasn't this cold when we first got out here," she complains rubbing her hands together.

"There's Harry!" Neville yells.

I watch as the Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors make their way into the pitch, mounting into position. I watched Harry as he got on his broom, happy he finally gets to play.

"Hey," Cedric says with a wink as he soars up to position.

I turn over to Ginny with a  smile, before giggling together.

"I can't believe that just happened," I giggle.

"Soon you'll drive all of them mad."

I watch as Harry swerves the first of many Bludgers this game.

"I can't see him!" I yell as the rain poured.

Then, Madam Hooch's whistle blew, causing the teams to reconvene on the matter at hand. Gryffindor was ahead fifty points, but they still need the snitch. The rain is no help to seeing the gold flying ball.

"Where are your glasses?" Ginny asks.

"Left them. Don't need them right now. I also don't like a wet face with glasses."

"Just asking because Hermione seems to have charmed Harry's glasses somehow."

"Water repellent spell. Must be."

He was back in the sky, looking up. I follow his eye and see a silhouette of a dog.

"What have you done?" I whisper to myself.

I run to the back of the stand to the top row, looking over the back. A strike of lightning enlightens my view. He's gone. Where has he gone?

I run back down to Ginny and Ron bickering.

"I need to get out of here!" I yell.

"What? Harry hasn't got the snitch yet," Ron accuses.

"I- Don't you think I know that? I need to go. Something's wrong. Very wrong."

"You're just paranoid," Ginny adds.

"No! No, for once, this is not just paranoia. I'm genuinely scared something really bad is going to happen."

I run down the stands, heading to the Slytherin one to get a different view. Harry slightly slips off his broom when I look back up. I absentmindedly scream, causing the Slytherins to look at me. I probably looked like someone out of St. Mungo's right now.

That's when I saw the black figure swoop in on him.

If Sirius moved closer to the pitch, it's possible the dementors will sense him and get him. I can't have him lose his mind before I prove his innocence. The next headline plastered will be 'Sirius Black encounters dementors. British Ministry celebrates!' Now, Harry's falling from the sky. I can't lose my boys before I even had them.

"No! No!" I scream like my life depends on it.

The stands erupt with talking and gasps as his body falls. I run down the stairs, racing down the field to the limp body.

"Give him some room!" Wood calls out.

"No! Come on, Harry! Wake up! Please!" I was hysterical.

Ginny holds me to her as the teachers tend to the limp boy on the floor. I sob, hoping everything I saw was all I saw.

"No! I'm going with him! I don't care about some stupid fucking quidditch game!" I yell as Fred and George try to hold me back.

I was the first one next to him in the hospital wing. I didn't care for the game; I was there for him anyways. I stroke at his hair, hoping he would wake up before the crowd comes in.

"His poor Nimbus is all fucked up!" Fred and George yell in amusement and disappointment.

"Be quiet!" I yell at their volume.

"Stop babying him. You know he's only four years away from being an adult," Ron says.

"Please don't force yourself to grow up fast."

"Says the girl with a tattoo."

"He's so lucky the ground was soft."

"Yeah, I honestly thought he was dead."

"His glasses didn't even break!"

"Everyone be quiet! If I ever almost die, I swear if any of you wake me up, I will castrate and sterilize all of you," I whisper yell, "That was so scary to witness..."

We were all soaked and covered in mud when his eyes shot open, light gasps coming from his mouth.

"Harry! How're you feeling?" Fred says.

"What happened?" Harry weakly asks.

He looks down at my hand clasping his for a second, causing me to reflex my arms back. He smiles awkwardly, eyes redirecting back to the group.

"You fell of your broom almost fifty feet up," Fred says.

"We honestly thought you had died," Alicia says, body slightly shaking.

"But the match! Aren't we getting a replay?"

I don't have the answer to these questions since all I cared about was his physical safety. It's not like they could really get away.

I pass Harry a Mars bar I happened to have on hand in my bag, waking him up to realize I was still there. I lightly smile as he takes the candy bar from my hands.

"We didn't lose, yeah?" Harry asks again.

The room went silent, a bunch of side glances and eye contact avoidance evident from a mile away.

"Diggory got the snitch. He wanted a rematch, but Wood said they won fair and square," George answers

"And Wood?"

"Still in the showers. Might be plotting to drown himself," Fred chuckles.

They continue on their quidditch talk, finding their way to the Slytherin team.

"You lot should just be lucky I'm not on the Slytherin quidditch team," I semi snort.

The group turns to me eyebrows furrowed, curious of my reasoning.

"Why's that?" Alicia lightly scoffs.

"I figured you all out. Strategies and nervous ticks. For example, Alicia, you seem to be really bad at avoiding small incidents such as getting hit by a wand. You also fiddle with your foot stand on your broom when you are nervous. Fred and George always team up and you can predict with one in fives chances to predict their next move. Harry here. Well, he's just cursed."

The group raised their eyebrows at me.

"Dumbledore was really angry. I've personally never seen him that livid. He waved his wand, and your fall slowed down. He shot some silvery stuff at the dementors, and they ran off though."

"He magicked you onto a stretcher. He walked with you floating up to the castle. We all thought you were..." Ron started.

"I didn't think anything of the sort. I thought he was badly hurt of course, probably a concussion, but not that," I answer.

"Did someone get my Nimbus?" Harry weakly asks.

I turn to the group, grimacing with eyebrows raised. This is up to them because although I know it's irreparable, I didn't actually see it. Ron and Hermione look at each other.

"Uh... See, well, when you fell of it kind of... blew away," Hermione said hesitantly.

"So?"

"Well, it hit the Whomping Willow."

"And?"

"Harry, come on," I say, looking at him.

He winced wanting to hear it from Ron and Hermione.

"Well , you that the Whomping Willow doesn't like being hit," Ron adds, scratching the back of his neck.

"Well, Professor Flitwick brought it just before you woke up, and..."

Hermione emptied a bag of its splintered twig contents, causing Harry to let out a disappointed sigh.

"Can everyone leave me alone for a minute?" Harry asks, looking away from everyone.

I start standing up with everyone, ready to head out, but Harry's hand flies to mine.

"Not you."

"Ok."

I shift uncomfortably, wondering what he could possibly want to talk about. Once everyone is gone, he turns to me, dropping my hand.

"I heard you screaming," he says.

"Oh, that's odd. I didn't think you could hear me."

"Yeah, why did you say 'kill me instead'."

I scrunch my eyebrows together confused on what he's talking about.

"I never said that. I was screaming a little, but I never said that."

"Are you sure?"

"I guarantee that I have never ever screamed those words... yet."

"It's like the screaming I heard on the train. I don't know who it was."

"If you want, I can research about dementors to help you out. See if there's a possibility they make you hear screaming?"

"Sure. I have another question. That dog that appeared when you were in front of the boggart. I saw it today. Do you know the dog?"

"What? No. It was a metaphor for me. Being locked in chains. Could you imagine that?"

"I guess you not being free to speak your mind wouldn't be you."

"I'd rather play my tricks and dance around."

He looks down at my lips then back to my eyes. I lean into him, and I stop myself. I pull away, looking out the window.

"Sorry," I whisper, tears forming in my eyes.

"Why are you sorry all the time?"

I turn back to him, pushing his messy hair out of his eyes. I let out a shaky sigh before defeatedly smiling.

"There's so much I have to be sorry for. You don't even know."

This could get incredibly complicated. I've never heard them being opposed to it, but I don't know if they like gay people at all. Also, Harry, James, Sirius... I can't do that to Sirius. If I end up ruining Harry, no one will forgive me. No one.

I drop his hand, looking away. I bit my lip while looking out the stormy window. I see the shadow of a shaggy dog. He's ok. That's all that matters.

"Ave?"

"Hm?"

He grabs my chin, pulling it down. Our lips make light contact, but don't kiss yet.

"I don't want to hurt you, Harry."

"You won't."

He presses his lips to mine, breaking apart a few seconds later. I lay my forehead on his, my whole body still numb from him. I breathe heavily against him before the realization dawns on me.

"I- I have to go. I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking."

I grab my bag from off the floor, putting it on my back. I walk out of the infirmary. I make my way down the corridor until no one could hear me because I was alone.

"Fuck!" I yell, throwing a candle stand down on the floor.

My teary eyes move to the rat I almost decapitated with the stand. Peter, Peter, Peter. Did Mummy never teach you not to walk alone at night?

I chase after the rat, gaining on its fat being multiple times until I lose him in a hole in the wall.

"Dammit!" I kick the wall.

I need Moony. I just- I need someone. I walk through the now dark corridor, stumbling around from the light headed feeling in my head. I collapse in the hall, lightly clawing and crawling the corridor. God, this is embarrassing.

I climb out of one of the Victorian windows, jumping onto the ledges sticking out. I get to about five feet from the ground and take the jump.

I run like my life depended on it, changing to a robin midway through my frantic running. I see smoke coming from the Shrieking Shack. I hope it's not Sirius. This is something I can't talk to him about. I love him with my being, but this? No way.

I swoop down into the hole at the base of the Whomping Willow. I land down on my feet, changing back to my natural state of a wet dog-like girl.

"Moony?" I ask into the house.

"In here," he calls from the kitchen.

I see him standing, bottle of vodka and a bottle of apple cider. I stare at him, as this is the first time I've seen him actually drunk in a hot minute.

"Pour one out for me please," I whisper, visibly upset.

"I will, but if anyone hears about this, I will lose my job."

"Duly noted."

"So what's wrong? I heard about Harry, but you look... exhausted and losing your sanity."

"I did something bad. Well, I guess I didn't do it, but I should've never let it happen."

"What could have been so bad that you are stalling the straight answer?"

"I kissed Harry. Well, he kissed me, but I kissed him back," I look down at the drink and up to Remus.

He was processing. This wasn't his first drink it seems. I don't know why he's been drinking. Dad always said he was the most responsible of the group.

"Yeah, that messes a few things up."

"I'm not ready... for anything romance related. Not now. Maybe not for a while. Especially him. I can't lose him ever. He's always meant a lot to me, even if he didn't believe in me."

"I don't have great advice. I'm not very lucky in the love department being a- well, you know."

"Lone wolves, huh?"

"Cheers to that."

Our glasses clink. An hour later, we are noticeably drunk. Laughing at absolutely stupid jokes.

"There was this time your father and I snuck out behind James back. Your father snuck a whole pack of beer in after flirting with Madam Rosmerta. We came back drunk as ever, and James was so mad! 'My middle name is fun, and you didn't include me!' We were so pissed we started crying of laughter."

"Please! If I ever see Hermione drunk, the world will have ended!"

I get up, stumbling over to the radio on the coffee table, flicking my wand at it to see what it will play. Whitney Houston's voice from heaven sings out "I Will Always Love You."

I turn to Remus singing, as he starts cracking up at my performance.

"Bittersweet! Memories... That's all I am taking with me!" I scream.

"So goodbye... Please don't cry! We both know that I'm not what you need!" Remus screams back.

"And I... will always love you! I will always love you!" we scream together.

"Oh, God! We are beyond pissed right now. Never would I think I would eventually get drunk with my goddaughter."

"Killer hangover time. Anyways, I need to get back to the castle... somehow because some people will not cover for me being out of bed."

I start packing up all the shit strewn across the room.

"Hey, I'll walk with you. We should go through Hogsmeade and then take a secret passageway. The Whomping Willow is too much for our drunken state."

We walk through the snowy streets stumbling and laughing.

"God save our gracious Queen, Long live our noble queen, God save the queen!" Remus and I scream skipping hand and hand.

"Hey, you two! Get over here! Riling up my whole crowd!" the man yells at us.

"Should we run for it? I could get expelled," I whisper.

"Just act normal," Remus whispers back, "Aberforth, sir."

"You know him?"

"Of course. He's Dumbledore's brother."

"Remus, old chap. Is this a student out of bed?"

"It's my goddaughter. Avalon, meet Aberforth Dumbledore."

"Hello, sir."

"Nice to meet you, but Remus, I really don't think she should be out here this late. You know why."

"God, enough about my father. Remus, I want to go to the school before Snape chops me into pieces and puts me in his next potion."

"Be patient. Good night, Aberforth. I can't let this child roam around unattended to."

I head out, skipping drunkenly down the street.

"And if a double decker bus... crashes into us... to die by your side is such a heavenly way to die!"

"Avalon, quiet down."

"I am quiet."

"No, you aren't."

"Come on, Remus! Lighten up a bit. We are almost to the castle anyways."

"I can get in serious trouble if Filch catches you with me. I can make up an excuse, but well, you know Filch."

"Fine, I'll be quiet."

I start stomping up the bridge to the castle. I hear a sigh behind me, causing me to snort trying not to laugh. I walk into the entrance, Crookshanks slipping in front of me.

"That cat has a mind of its own," Remus says.

"Oh, you have no idea. I change my mind. I want to go to the hospital wing to check on Harry."

"Too bad you are drunk and will not be doing that because it may make your situation worst."

"Ugh, I hate when you are right."

We make it to the entrance of the Slytherin common room in the dungeons, saying our goodbyes.

When I entered the common room, people were still awake. I'm not sure why since it was two in the morning.

"Shag someone?" Daphne Greengrass jokes.

"God, no. I stayed with Harry for a bit then went to find Lupin. He was feeling better when I found him."

I make my way to the couch next to Theo, swaying and collapsing in Theo's lap instead.

"Oh, cherry! Have you been drinking?" Theo asks.

"Not ever. I'm a good girl and would never ever drink underage. I hate alcohol anyways. Forbid you drink it, in fact."

"Such a liar."

Theo starts shaking and tickling me, causing me to have my mouth covered from my loudness. My head falls into Daphne's lap, my body laying across the whole couch.

"I need to get to bed before I say things I shouldn't say."

"Like what?"

"Like... maybe fancying Harry Potter."

"Yep, definitely time to get you to bed. Got her, Daphne?"

"Yeah, good night, Theo."

"Good night, Theo."

"Good night, ladies."