*Lilah POV*

"Don't you dare leave me!" I screamed out, pounding on his chest. "Dad! Daddy please!" I sobbed, my bloody fingers clenched his shirt in desperation. "Don't you dare!"

I glanced up for only a moment, following the fallen arm to my stepmother. "Tonks, Tonks, Tonks," I shook her, attempting to wake her. "No, no, no!" I wailed, resting my head on her stomach. "You can't leave me! I-I-I can't do this by myself, I c-can't do this without you both. I-I can't raise Te-Ted the way he dese-erves to be! I c-c-an't be you! Please," I cried out, my red coated fingers stressing my hair.

I laid between the two, clutching at their joint hands, my sobs only one of many who mourned the dead.

"Freddy!" A ginger yelled, racing down the hall, his face stricken as he came to a halt, dropping to his knees. "No," he mumbled, "no!"

My heart tore in half, knowing the death of one of my best friends had come to pass.

I curled in on myself, sliding against the curve of my father's cold body. "Please," I whimpered. "I can't-I c-,"

"Lilah! Lilah!" Someone screamed, shaking me roughly.

"No, no, no! Daddy please!" I continued to cry, leaning heavily against whoever had woken me up.

"Sh, it's alright now," They reassured, running a hand through my dampened hair. "It was just a dream."

No, it wasn't. But they didn't have to know that.

I looked up, noticing the worried glances of Lily and Marlene.

I glanced up hesitantly to the person holding me, confusion swirling in my eyes as I realise that it's neither of my dorm mates.

"We-uh- couldn't wake you and we were really worried," Marlene explained, smiling softly at me.

"We'll give you guys a moment," Lily mumbled, ushering Mar out of the dorm.

"How are you feeling?" He smiled, continuing to play with my hair.

"Better now that you're here," I winked playfully, attempting to lighten the mood.

He chuckled, his dark hair slowly falling into his face as he pulled me closer into his bare chest.

Wait, bare?

"Oh my god! Siri!" I laughed, pushing off of his chest.

"What?" He grinned cheekily, knowing exactly why I had pulled away.

"You twat!" I laughed, swatting his arm playfully.

"Hey," he pouted, "it's not like I had time to change and let's be real here Honey, we both know that you like it," he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, motioning to his half naked body.

I looked down at his lower half, realising that he was in fact under the blanket with me. "Please tell me that you're wearing pants,"

"And if I wasn't?"

"I'd kick you out of my bed,"

"Ah, I knew that you wanted to see me naked!" He clicked his fingers, smirking at the blush lighting my cheeks. "It's nothing to be ashamed of Pumpkin, most girls would kill to be in your position. And FYI – that is what the muggles say, yes? Right, and FYI I am in fact wearing pants, however, they are less pantsy and more like something you perhaps wear underneath said pants."

I shook my head, somehow finding his arrogant comments endearing.

"Yes, because every girl wants to be awoken to the sight of Sirius Black before he has had the chance to style his perfect locks, " I teased, tugging at a curl with my finger. "At least you're wearing something." I finished, shrugging as I leant back against his shoulder.

His cheeks lightly flush as he pouted once more, "What? You don't like my hair?"

"Actually," I tapped my chin playfully, "it's rather adorable." I grinned.

"Um, no," He glared. "Sexy – S-E-X-Y, you know that word, right? Every time you think adorable replace it with sexy. I am a man who is sexy, not an adorable-"

"Kitten!" I squealed, laughing at the annoyed look on his face.

"No," He groaned, folding his arms on his stomach before straightening up, his eyes no longer playful. "Now stop distracting me and tell me why McKinnon woke me up this morning almost crying, pulling me out of bed only to throw me into yours?"

"Uh," I started, not really wanting to answer. "Just a bad dream, I guess."

Sirius stared deeply into my eyes, the light blue contrasting against James' dark. "Please don't lie to me, Sugar. I may act like an idiot but that, however, does not mean that I am one."

I sighed softly, accepting the warmth of his hand as he entwined it with my own.

I can't truly explain it otherwise he'll think I'm crazy – but I mean I could try, right?

"These past few years have just been really hard, is all. My father passed away recently and I guess I haven't really let myself mourn, every day there's more drama than the last and I guess that I kind of just put off dealing with my previous problems for a while because I didn't want to accept the truth."

But he isn't the only one I lost, I added silently.

"I-um-I'm not really good at comforting or pep talks or whatever," he stumbled out, squeezing my hand tighter. "But what I can do is hold your hand or I mean I could tell you that bullshit line that even though things will be bad for a while, it eventually gets better but I don't want to lie to you. It's going to suck and I know that there's more than what you're letting on but I'll be here for you whenever you need it, alright? Whether that's you crying into my shoulder or ranting about something stupid that's pissed you off or if you just can't be bothered completing your Divination homework – which we all know you suck at by the way, I'll be here." He presses a light kiss to my temple, his hand refusing to loosen its grip despite my sweaty palm.

"You're such a dork." I mumbled, smiling fondly up at the boy who had unknowingly wiggled himself into my heart.

"I love you too, Spicy Mama."

"Spicy Mama?" I laughed, resting my head against his shoulder.

"Yeah," He sighed out, leaning his head against my own. " I didn't think that it worked too well either."