golden quartet | ron weasley

year 5 | chapter 2

"We were not!" Ron defended, throwing his hands up.

"We don't need to dwell on this, okay?" Harry interjected. "Yes, my best friend and my sister are snogging, let's go back to the important--" Sirius cut him off by holding up his hand. His face was deadly serious.

"Sirius..." Remus warned.

"Sirius, how could who Harper is snogging be more important than Voldemort!" Harry cried exasperatedly. Sirius didn't reply as he continued staring at Ron intimidatingly.

"That's enough," I said, standing up. "Yes, Ron and I are..." I trailed off. What were we doing? Everyone looked at me expectantly, waiting for me to go on. "It's none of your guys' business," I concluded, crossing my arms and sitting down. Sirius couldn't help but laugh, followed by chuckles from Fred, George, and Remus.

"Let's stop embarrassing the two," Molly smiled, looking between us with pride.

The next day was Harry's trial, and it went well with Dumbledore defending Harry. Soon, it was time to return to Hogwarts for our fifth year, and luckily, Harry was accompanying us. Ron and I still hadn't talked at all about whatever we had going on. It was complicated, being best friends first, going on a date, fighting, and making up at the end of the year. We clearly wanted to be more than friends, but neither of us knew what to do or how to go about it at this point.

Harry and I pushed our trollies through the train station guided by Tonks and Moody when we noticed a familiar black dog run by us. We both exchanged a look of surprise and excitement as Moody scolded him quietly.

We watched him run into an empty waiting room, and Harry and I quickly followed.

"Sirius, what are you doing here?" Harry asked as I closed the door behind us.

"If somebody sees you..." I trailed off.

"I had to see you both off, didn't I?" Sirius asked, and I couldn't help but smile. "What's life without a little risk?" He sat down and motioned toward the seats beside him, which Harry and I gladly took.

"I don't want to see you get shut back in Azkaban," Harry told him firmly.

"Oh, don't worry about me," Sirius dismissed. "Anyway," he pulled something out of his pocket. "I wanted you two to have this." He handed a paper to Harry since he was closer, and he unfolded it while I peered over his shoulder.

"Original Order of the Phoenix," Sirius explained. I took in the group of people standing together, my eyes focusing on our parents smiling in the front. Sirius, Peter, Lupin, Moody, Dumbledore, and even Hagrid were there too.

"Marlene McKinnon," he pointed to a blonde woman, "she was killed two weeks after this was taken. Voldemort wiped out her entire family. That's Frank and Alice Longbottom," he said, pointing to a couple.

"Neville's parents," I vocalized.

"They suffered a fate worse than death if you ask me," Sirius continued. "It's been 14 years...and still a day doesn't go by I don't miss your dad."

"Me too," I said sadly. "Both of them." I may not have known them long, but I know they loved us dearly and would've been amazing parents. Sometimes I wish I could write to them and tell them about my year. Spend holidays and summers with parents who loved us. But Voldemort took that away from us. From a lot of people.

"Do you really think there's going to be a war, Sirius?" Harry asked.

"It...feels like it did before," Sirius said slowly. My stomach sank. Harry went to hand the photo back, but Sirius pushed his hand back. "You keep it. Anyway, I suppose you're the young ones now."