Window into the Past

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"Hear me out," Sirius pleaded with me. "Hang on," I grabbed a pillow and I threw it at him, hitting him right in the face. "I deserved that."

"You're such an idiot!" I freaked out. "He saw you! What if you'd been caught?! You would've been sent back! I didn't give you the password for a reason!" 

"I get the damn point!" Sirius snapped at me, making me flinch. His expression softened. "I'm sorry, Joy. I am but I caught a whiff of his scent and..I couldn't help myself."

Sirius took hold of my hands and looked me right in the eye. "It was a stupid and foolish thing to do and I scared the life out of that Weasley boy, I'm sorry, Joy."

"Just promise me you'll give me a heads up next time?" I murmured. "I promise," he reassured me, pulling me into a tight hug.

He rested his hand on top of my head. "I know something that's coming up on Sunday," Sirius said to me.

"Sunday?" I frowned.

"Your birthday," Sirius laughed. "Oh, that, I kind of forgot," I mumbled. "Wait you know when my birthday is?"

"Of course I do," Sirius chuckled. "April 30th."

I smiled at him. "Did you only come here to scold me?" Sirius asked me. "Yes, I ditched Potions," I admitted.

"Really, won't Snape get annoyed?" Sirius frowned. "Worst I'll get is another detention," I shrugged. "Adios."

I made a quick getaway and I made my way back to the castle. Luckily lunch started so I was first in the Great Hall.

Hermione joined me. "You weren't in Potions, is everything alright?"

I nodded. "I could do a day without Snape breathing down my neck."

Harry and Ron walked into the Great Hall. "See you later," Hermione walked away as Harry and Ron sat with me. "Where were you?" Ron asked me, diving into the food. "Wasn't in the mood," I smirked. "If Snape finds you, you're going to get detention quicker than you can say oops."

"Eh, I don't care," I mumbled, eating a sandwich.

"Hagrid wants to meet the two of us at six," Harry told Ron, then he looked at me. "Is Hermione okay?"

"She's okay but still upset," I explained. "So what are you going to do on Sunday?" Ron asked me.

"No idea," I frowned. "I kind of forgot about my birthday. We can get a drink in Hogsmeade, on the Saturday."

"Isn't your birthday on Sunday?" Harry was confused. "It is," I nodded. "Funny thing, I was almost born May 1st. Just literally the last minute before midnight."

"So you were born 11:59pm on April 30th?" Ron frowned. I nodded and I dived into a story. "When Tia adopted me, we treated my birthday like New Year's Eve," I laughed. "We'd do a countdown together and celebrate once the time turned to 59. From spring to summer, one age to the next." 

"How sentimental," I heard a familiar sneer from behind me. Me ditching Potions was about to backfire on me greatly. "Since you think you're above my class, Jones, I believe some time sorting out the Potions cupboard would benefit you greatly. Detention, Sunday morning." 

"Sunday?!" I whirled around in disgust. "You can't do that! Sunday is the day of rest! No one gives detention on a Sunday?" 

"Oh, I believe I can, Jones," Snape retorted, walking away. "Great," I groaned. "I get to spend my birthday with Snape, this day couldn't get any worse!"

"Cheer up," Harry nudged me with his shoulder. "I'll bring the Cloak with me on Saturday, we'll have a great time." 

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