How to be a Pureblood

Chapter 16

The following morning, James Potter awoke with a smile on his face after the particularly pleasant dream he had. The dream might or might not have involved a certain beloved redhead. He sat up, resting his back against the headboard of his bed, and stretched with a soft groan escaping from his lips. He shook his upper body to jump-start his muscles awake. His hands, still cold from the night in the castle, found their way to his glowing face. With a sigh of content, he cooled his cheeks and his forehead. Blindly he reached for his glasses on top of the nightstand next to his bed. He put them on and leaned his head back for a second, reliving the dream he had. 

7:30, James read from the big clock near the fireplace. Classes started at 9 and he would meet his friends for breakfast at 8:30. He scanned the room, looking at the still sleeping boys. After his gaze had roamed over Sirius' bed, he found himself going back for a double-take. The lump in his bed was way too big to be holding a single person. He decided to walk over to take a closer look. 

As he stepped out of his bed he put on his fuzzy scarlet slippers, stacked away under his bed. Carefully, as to not wake anyone up, he made his way over to Sirius' bed. He had turned his body away from the room, directing himself towards the closet wall. It looked like he was shielding someone from view. As James reached his mate's bed he immediately recognised the heap of brown curls spread across the pillow. Backed up against Sirius was the small body of Lyra. James huffed in delight. 

Some of the snoring came to a halt and he soon heard the shuffling of other slippers walking in his direction. He greeted Remus with a nod and motioned wildly at his other friends who were still sleeping.

"At least they seem to be decent," Remus whispered at James.

Upon closer inspection, Remus noticed that Lyra's eyes were puffy and that her cheeks seemed to be stained by tears.

"It looks like Lyra has been crying," James mentioned a little defeated.

"She'll talk to us if she wants to," Remus smiled at James.

They admired their friends for some time until they saw Sirius' eyes open.

Startled, Sirius awoke to the faces of James and Remus way to close to his own.

"Prongs, Moony, by Merlin's tits, what the fuck are you doing?" Sirius whisper-shouted.

Sirius woke up to the faces of his friends and Lyra's tiny body wrapped in his arms. Lyra was pressed back against him firmly and was laying on top of his left arm. Their legs were a tangled mess.

Remus and James giggled softly and motioned at his position.

"We could ask you the same thing, Pads." James slapped his back.

"I comforted her last night, nothing else!" Sirius exclaimed.

The atmosphere turned more serious.

"Is she alright, mate?" James questioned him.

Carefully, Sirius started stroking Lyra's head to start waking her up.

"No, she's not," Sirius sighed. "She had a pretty bad relapse yesterday."

Remus and James glanced at each other in concern.

"That sucks ass," Remus answered him. "I just don't want to invade her privacy."

"To Hell with privacy!" James nearly shouted. "She needs help!"

Lyra stirred slightly.

"Go sit on your beds or something!" Sirius shooed them away. "I need her to wake up before my wand starts poking her."