"I can't...", you mutter through your teeth, nudging your head toward your sisters, "But my name is Sirius Black...", you say, noticing your sisters turned away. "I can talk later, once we're away from shore."
"Oh...wh-"
"Ssshh...", you say, gesturing toward Beelatrix, who was looking at you strangely.
"I don't know why you care...", he says, "they don't seem to value you much...", now looking at Narcissa, who was making a rude hand gesture in your direction.
"You got that right, but I'll have to spend the summer with them...and I don't want more trouble."
"If you keep on living in their grip you'll never live at all."
You sigh,"Well, it looks like they've already caught on, so the damage is already done..."
You take his hand, and say "Hi! Hope your in my house, James!"
Raising his hand as though offering an imaginary toast, "Let's hope it's not Slytherin!"
You laugh at the expression on your sisters face's and feel a weight lift off your chest. You turn to James, smile, and begin the boat ride across the lake.
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