P.EVANS + J.POTTER
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"yauaywbwiFwgaha"
"Where is Remus' scar
cream?"
"On the table."
"You've been seeing Voldemort
through visions?"
"Have you been using it
like he said?"
"I've been... busy.."
"And you've also seen my brother?"
"This might hurt."
"yauaywbwiFwgaha"
"Am I talking to no one right now?"
"It's gotten bigger?"
"That's what she said."
"Ignore me again and I'll Avada Kadevra
the both of you."
it went quite.
WITH PETUNIA NOW IN A T-SHIRT, the blonde was gritting her teeth, trying to release the pressure and pain her scar was currently holding. And James, who was being overly careful, was rubbing the cream against her open wound — looking at her awkwardly as he needed to go over her collarbone.
she rolled her eyes.
but also grew bright red as she nodded yes.
she moved her eyes to Sirius.
"Okay," She distracted herself, watching as the other boy paced in her room, twirling his wand around each of his fingertips, "Yes, I've seen Voldemort," She answered first. He continued his pace. "And... I have.. repeatedly.. seen your brother."
"Through your visions?"
she slowly nodded.
"What was he doing in them?"
petunia went quiet.
her mine immediately went to the sight.
she frowned.
And as the quite grew, it almost seemed louder than their previous voices. Sirius found himself stopping in his tracks, looking towards Petunia expectantly — seeing her fallen face.
she looked stressed.
"It was.." She started, her mind wracking for the right words, "bad," Petunia muttered, a slight crack in her word as she spoke it. It was small, almost undistinguishable, but Sirius had heard it.
like petunia, his heart raced.
"What happened in them," He continued his interrogation, ignoring the pained expression Petunia held. "What—" He repeated his previous question, "was he doing in them?"
"He was doing nothing."
"bullshit."
"He was doing nothing.." She shot back, immediately feeling her face fall at her tone, "sorry," she mumbled shortly, "But that's why seeing those sights were just.. awful."
he only looked at her.
and she decided to continue.
"Because," Petunia explained, "Despite him doing nothing, he was still being—"
the last word cracked, causing both the boys to look at her. but almost ashamedly, she went silent — hoping it could be translated.
it hadn't.
Sirius kept his stare on her, seeing as she was struggling with her words. And James, who had heard slight detail of these visions, felt the need to pull her closer — wanting to shield her away from the horror's of the world... of her visions.
he couldn't, however.
but she appreciated the gesture.
"Still being what?"
Although the question was asked by Sirius, and everyone knew it had been. It sounded nothing like him. The desperation, mixing with pain and sadness — James had only heard that tone once before.
the time when he had seen a beat up Sirius on his front porch, almost dead by the hands of his parents.
james shook away the memory.
And with Petunia's sounding voice, he was successfully able to leave it — now fully focusing on her.
"Tortured."
The sound of a click occurred.
sirius had dropped his wand.
And he hadn't even picked it up as his hands stressed their way into his hair — tangling it in the process. He barely spared her a glance. "And you never told me?"
Petunia felt a wave a guilt hit her.
James, himself, also felt guilty.
"He made us swear that whatever happened.. whatever I saw," her voice was light, "Would not leave this room."
"Who?"
"Dumbledore."
sirius almost laughed.
he turned, facing them both.
"So he knows about this too?" His voice grew louder, and Petunia nervously glanced at her door — hoping no one would awake from it. "And let me guess," his words laced with sarcasm, "He isn't going to help him?"
"He said he would try—"
"Try?" Again, a sarcastic laugh sounded. "So, what? Try until after he's dead... after they beat the living shit—"
"Sirius.."
Sirius shot James a look.
"You knew about this too. You are just as guilty." His voice was hurt, and James immediately backed down — knowing that Sirius had the right to be angry.
petunia didn't take her eyes away from Sirius.
he stared back at her.
"Who else knows," he asked quietly, "Who else was in those meetings — hearing what you saw?"
she took a moment before answering.
"Lily"
He listened, waiting for more.
she didn't continue her answer.
but James did.
"And Remus."
Sirius suddenly frowned.
"Remus knew?"
James nodded his head.
"And he didn't tell me."
He didn't ask that, he stated it.
petunia was quick to shake her head.
"He missed half the meetings," She tried, "He had to go be somewhere else some nights," her voice trailed, watching as Sirius acted as if he knew what she was talking about. She grew confused at that. "There is the possibility that Remus wasn't even present when I mentioned his name," she continued, "could have just thought it was someone else..."
The hurt didn't leave his face.
But he still nodded, acting as if he believed Petunia's words. Though, he still questioned it.
Sirius wasn't convinced.
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