❞ 𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐫
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Margaret 'Maggie' Potter, unlike her older brother and every single girl in school, despises the cocky, self-absorbed Sirius Black.
Sirius Black himself has never been very fond of t...
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NIGHTS had now become sleepless for Maggie. With the constant nightmares that would jolt her awake at night and Harry's persistent wails, she found herself two days after Dumbledore and McGonagall had left the baby in her care with dark bags under her eyes.
Sirius wasn't doing much better, he barely had time to pack the remaining clothes that were in his apartment and lock all doors and windows, his life taking a complete one-eighty. To his fortune however, he still had his bedroom in Potter's Estate from the year he had lived with the Potter family after he ran away from home.
There is only so much time one can function without proper sleep before they slowly begin to shut down. Maggie felt the frailty in which her limbs moved during the day, the shakiness of her walk. Hell, her eyes would begin to drop at random times during the day.
It was probably two in the morning when the wails began. Maggie was already awake, laying on her bed damping her pillow with tears from her recent nightmare. It was mind maddening; she could barely function at day yet she failed to sleep decently at night.
The nightmare had consisted of a continuous replay of the day James and Lily had left.
It had been a sunny day and Potter's Estate had felt a little like it once did when everyone would gather to spend long summers. Both Lily and James had spent one last week with Maggie, their stay over coming to an end with a special meal at noon before they left and went into hiding. Although the house was more packed than usual, some faces were missing from the get-together. Remus' soft features were clearly absent on the table, Cyrah too was out on a special mission, and Alice had already gone into hiding with her husband and their own baby son.
The entire meal had been slow and gloomy, opaque with fear —no one knew when it would be the next time all of them would be together. A war they had thought would be over soon, seemed to not be ending any time soon. And although they tried to crack jokes and smile, their minds were set elsewhere; the inevitable goodbye awaited them at the front door.
Lily's red hair fell down her shoulders with a certain elegance and her skin was the palest of pink, yet she managed to smile and try to ease the clear tension that reigned over the table. James, on the other hand, was laughing with a rigid Sirius.
Maggie would have wished to hear James with more attention. To memorize the sound of his laugh so she could remember it easily when he wouldn't be around.
