WILDEST DREAM ➛ʜ.ᴘᴏᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴡɪɴ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ

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"Maddy? Man, you look horrible!" George entered the common room along with Fred and Lee tagging behind him.

I smiled at them softly going back to staring at the dancing flames. The words still lingering at the back of my head.

'Potter trusted Black and in return he gave him away!'
'Black, had shown his true colors as a traitor. He had no choice but to run for it'

"Maddy?" I blinked getting out of my thoughts and looked at the boys beside me. George at my left and Fred and Lee at my right. "You alright?" George asked keeping his hand over my hand.

"Yea of course why wouldn't I?" I shrugged with a smile.

"Hmm.. let's see first you're a Potter, second you get every trouble, not the pranking trouble, but of what you are. Third–"

"Lee! Not helping." George hit his head with a glare.

I chuckled at them. "You guys are so silly."

"Includes you too" Fred smiled.

"Let's play something shall we?" I said cheerfully getting up and got a chess board and we started to play.

After the game we talked and joked around when it was time to sleep.

"You coming George?" Lee asked as him and Fred got up to leave for their dorm.

"In a bit." He nodded, rested his bum on the sofa beside me.

They nodded and walked away.

There was a comfort silence in between us as we started at the flame in front of us.

I know why George is here, he knows that I want someone to talk with.

"It's about Sirius." I said.

"I'm all ears." He scooted closer to me.

I then started to say everything from what I and Harry heard at the last day of the Hogsmeade trip when we were at the three broomsticks, we heard the ministry, Mcgonagall, Hagrid and Madam Rosmerta talking about our parents dead and how Sirius betrayed them and how Peter was called innocent over their conversation.

I trusts Remu's words of what he said to me. But I just couldn't forget about the whole talk which I heard.

"It's clear, we'll not go looking for Sirius Black." He said.

"What? Are you serious?" I scoffed.

"Dead serious." I tutted moving away from his fave to look at the flame.

I frowned thinking whether to tell him about Remus being my Godfather and what the actual story is.

I must talk with Remus about this.

"Now let's not think about him and tell me how you have been all these days, oh it's been a long since we had a talk." George said in a thick accent.

"Don't we always have a talk?" I said with a smirk.

"Can't I have a peaceful chat with my bestfriend?" He scoffed.

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"That's a lie."

"I know but why is Peter so innocent here?" I looked up as Remus stood up from his chair and roamed around the desk.

"Because they don't know the story Mads, he's not here to kill you and Harry, he's her to kill Peter and no harm to you two little Potter." Remus sighed, rubbing his forehead, he has more scars than what he had before, more skinny and tired.

He had been away for a few days to which I couldn't had a chat with him and talk about what I heard. And now that I did, I felt relief that it's not true, Sirius is good.

Over the Christmas break, Harry had got a new branded Fire bolt, we all got excited but Hermione suspected it and talked about this with Mcgonagall to which she had to take away Harry's broom to examine it and not use it.

I mean, if Sirius really did gave him the broom, because he is innocent it's amazing. But he don't have enough money with him right now, right after escaping from azkaban and hiding and would gift such an expensive thing.

I highly doubt that.

Over all this, I didn't forgot about the dog I met and still is going to him and giving his food. He gets happy and all jumpy whenever I see him.

"Did you gifted Harry the firebolt?" I asked, drinking my hot chocolate.

"Firebolt? No, why?" He frowned, getting himself some hot chocolate.

"Well Harry got one over Christmas as a gift, but Hermione suspected it and told it to Mcgonagall which led her to take away the broom for examination." I explained.

"Suspected?"

"That Sirius Black had jinxed it and gave it to him."

Remus tched, going back to drinking his drink. "How can he get such an expensive thing -"

"My thoughts exactly!" I exclaimed.

He chuckled I followed him and then started to complain how Mcgonagall has been very strict recently.