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FIFTH YEAR ╚═══*.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.*═══╝ [TW: mentions of child abuse]
AMARA POTTER, IS, IN NO WAY SHAPE, OR FORM A NIGHT OWL. It had always been James who'd stayed up late and woken up later. Amara had always been the opposite. She absolutely loves early mornings, the peacefulness, James still being asleep, the sunrise, all of it. The only exception to that is Amara's night walks around the castle. But on this particular night, their roles seem to be reversed.
Amara looks at Lily's muggle alarm clock on the bedside table beside her. 3:02 am. She stands up, quietly tiptoeing out of the room, being careful not to trip over Marlene's rather large pile of dirty clothes.
Amara lies in bed, staring up at the ceiling. She twists, she turns, but she cannot go to sleep. Eventually, she rolls over to look at Lily's muggle alarm clock. 3:02 am, it reads. Wordlessly, she throws the covers off her body and stands up. she begins to silently tiptoe out of the room, taking care to not trip over Marlene's excessively large pile of dirty clothes.
She enters the common room, a book under her arm, expecting to find it empty. To her surprise, Sirius is sitting in front of the fire, clutching several envelopes. If he notices her, he doesn't say and instead stares blankly at the flames as tears roll down his cheeks.
"Sirius? Is everything okay?" Amara cautiously walks towards him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.
Sirius flinches back in surprise, looking up at her fearfully but relaxing upon seeing who it is. "Amara!" He looks away in a fruitless attempt to hide his tears.
Amara takes a seat beside him, gently removing the letters from his grasp and tossing them to the side. She silently wraps her arms around Sirius and holds him close to her. Sirius will speak to her when he's ready.
"It was my parents." He says after a while. "They've sent me a letter every week since first year. I usually don't open them, but I don't know, I was curious." He explains. "I know they shouldn't bother me anymore. But it just... it hurts so much." He buries his head in her shoulder, trying to quiet his sobs.
Amara runs one hand through his hair, using the other to pick up one of the letters. "Can I read through it?" She asks.
Sirius nods and she opens it. Her heart shatters into a thousand tiny pieces as she reads the harsh words that Walburga and Orion Black wrote for their son. By the time she finishes, she is filled with indescribable rage.
No parent should ever say the things they did. It is one thing to be racist, prejudiced snobs, but to verbally abuse their son? It is just appalling. Amara, despite being a generally placid girl, wants nothing more than to march over to Grimmauld Place and attack them.
"You agree with them, don't you?" Sirius looks up at her. "I'm just like them. Maybe it would be best if I just ran away, buy a house in France or something, and live the rest of my life there, away from everyone."
"No, Sirius." Amara gently cups Sirius's face in her hands, looking him in the eye. "I don't. They are wrong. And you are nothing like them. You are funny, you're kind, and not to mention the fact that you actually treat muggleborns with respect. You're a good person, Sirius."
"So, what I'm hearing is you think I'm funny?" Sirius laughs, wiping his nose. He moves, readjusting his body so that now he's holding Amara in his arms. The position is so natural to them, and often their friends wonder how they haven't realised how in love they are with each other.
"You're an idiot." Amara smiles softly, her head resting against his shoulder.
"Yes, but a funny idiot."
"Oh, Sirius." Amara shakes her head. She holds him for a while long, scanning through her mind for something to make him feel better. "I have an idea." She says suddenly, sitting back up and gathering all the letters into her hands.
"What is it?" He asks curiously, watching as she shuffles closer to the fire.
"Here." She lifts one up. "This is a 'fuck you' to years and years of brainwashing into believing in blood purity." She throws it in the fire. Turning to Sirius, she picks up a letter and tosses it to him. "Your turn."
"Okay, well, this is a 'fuck you' to Walburga, my mother." He throws one in. "And Orion, my father." He throws another. "And my psychotic cousin Bellatrix. And to my Aunt Druella and Uncle Cygnus. Fuck you all."
Amara looks down at the last one in his hands. "What's that for?"
"This is an especially big fuck you to whoever decided that Walburga and Orion were to be my parents. I'd like to have a chat with them, honestly. I want a refund." He throws the last letter in, and the two watch quietly as they burn.
"Thank you," Sirius speaks up after a few minutes. "I feel so much better now."
"Happy to help." Amara leans her head on his shoulder, her eyes beginning to close as she yawns, the time catching up with her. Sirius notices, and they shuffle over to the sofa.
Sirius sits down normally, and Amara follows, laying her head in his lap. She's asleep within seconds, but he stays awake for a little while longer, mindlessly playing with her hair. Eventually, he begins to tire too, resting his head on the armrest, letting his mind drift off to sleep.
[A/N: Amara and Sirius: *are almost always hugging or at least together.*
Amara: *always being the one to comfort Sirius and knowing how to cheer him up*
Also Amara and Sirius: "Yeah we're a couple, a couple of besties."
