son amour - j. potter

fifteen

James wanted pizza.

Sirius wanted French food.

Remus was just hungry.

And I could care less about what we ate, I just wanted Padfoot and Prongs to stop arguing like the brothers that they are long enough for us all to decide what to eat.

Thankfully, the screeching of an owl halted the two dark-haired boys' argument as it pecked at the window, screeching at all of us.

"Bloody hell, I'm coming!" Remus yelled as he crossed the room to open the tall, arched window.

The owl flew in, and landed on the coffee table, shaking its leg at us.

There was a letter, and a newspaper hooked to its left leg. I took a closer look at the owl and realized that it was Jolie's. It was her snowy owl, Hebe, named after the Greek goddess of youth and vitality.

I untied the two items from Hebe's foot and stroked her bright white feathers as I opened the letter.

It was from Jolie.

Daphne,

Hope you're enjoying your time in Paris because Merlin knows that I did-, anyway that's not what I wrote you about.

I thought you might like to see the contents of the Daily Prophet from this morning. My family got home yesterday morning from Italy.

Anyways, I miss you, tell the boys I said hi, see you soon.

Xoxo, Jolie

P.S. I expect details when the holiday is over.

I scanned over the letter from Jolie. Her neat, cursive penmanship curled down the parchment, making each and every word look like a work of art.

She mentioned the Daily Prophet, which had been attached to Hebe as well. What could be so important?

I turned to look for the newspaper but quickly saw that Sirius was reading it, his grey eyes turning into storm clouds as he read each line.

"What the fuck?" Sirius yelled, slamming the Prophet on the coffee table, startling Hebe as he did.

James, Remus, and I exchanged brief looks at one another before we gathered around the Daily Prophet on the coffee table.

The pictures moved in their spots as my eyes focused on the headline.

WHO'S REALLY THE GOLD DIGGER? BEAUFORT OR BLACK?

What the fuck.

I kept reading, shifting my gaze down to the column and picture below.

Purebloods Daphne Beaufort, James Potter, and the recently disinherited Sirius Black, along with half-blood, Remus Lupin, have been spotted spending their holidays at the Beaufort Family Manor in Paris, France.

They seem to be the best of friends, but an inside source suggests that it goes much further than this.

Said inside source claims that Beaufort and Black have been having a secret affair for quite a while. This leads to the question of who is wealthier? While we all know that the Black's are one of the wealthiest families in England, Sirius Black has been disinherited, leaving him with close to nothing. Beaufort comes from a wealthy French family, but sources suggest this affair began long before Black was disinherited.

Did the relationship start with Beaufort's need to move higher up in the ranks of the English purebloods? Or is Black still with Beaufort in the hopes that he will one day control the fortune that she is set to inherit?

Beaufort and Black pictured left.

I shook my head in disbelief at the newspaper sitting before me. Who the fuck is this inside source? They clearly don't know that Sirius is gay-, and dating Remus, a fellow gay who just happens to be a bloody werewolf.

To the right of the written column, there was a picture of Sirius and me hugging each other after Gryffindor had won the Quidditch Cup last year.

I groaned and leaned back on the couch, wanting nothing more than for me to sink into the couch and never return.

Remus and James were looking intently at me.

Sirius was pacing the living room.

"Fucking Rita Skeeter." Remus muttered as he took a seat next to me on the couch.

James wrapped his arm around me, and I leaned my head on his shoulder. "The bitch is nine years older than us and already trying to intrude."

Sirius slammed his hand into the wall, putting a crack into the drywall, startling Hebe even more as her speckled white feathers shook against her small body. He quickly pulled out his wand and muttered a quick spell, repairing the hole he had put in the wall.

"Sorry." He mumbled, slouching down into the velvet armchair.

I looked at Sirius, "It's not your fault, apparently I'm a gold digger too."

All of the boys began laughing, even Sirius who had been incredibly angry less than a minute before.

James kissed my cheek, rubbing my back reassuringly. "We can get them to shut it down."

"It's no bother." I muttered, leaning further into James' embrace. "Rita won't take it down unless she gets an even better story to exploit."

Remus cleared his throat, "Not to intrude on this cute little moment, but you have an even better story."

"What?" Sirius asked, sitting up in his chair intently.

Remus pointed at James and me, "You can shut the rumors down by telling the truth, that you two are dating, and neither of you are gold diggers."

"Boom, problem solved!" Sirius yelled, jumping out of the chair, earning him an annoyed look from Hebe. He let his arms fall to his sides, "But-, it's your relationship. It's up to you."

James and I shared a look, searching each other's eyes.

"Well, time to meet the bitch." I grinned, looking up at Sirius and Remus.