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At the end of their fifth year of Hogwarts, the likelihood of Lily Evans and Sirius Black becoming mates was about as good as Lily Evans accepting James Potter’s invitation to Hogsmeade – not bloody likely. The pair of Marauders might have been her housemates, but they were not her friends. Not even after she stopped speaking to Severus had she considered them anything more than a pair of irritants.
But at the start of their sixth year, it seemed that the universe had other plans.
When you mix some tension into a warzone, you’re bound to find that there are some people who can’t sleep at night. As she stared dejectedly at the crossword, Lily looked up to see Sirius Black slouching into the Common Room, alone, a hand towel pressed to his nose, soaking up blood. He had a swollen cheek, and seemed to be limping.
“Are you alright?” She asked, standing up as he crossed the room.
“Brilliant,” Sirius muttered, heading for the dormitory stairs. He stopped suddenly, to look at the crossword in the dim light of the fire. “Dragon’s blood.”
“What?”
“Fourteen down. On the crossword? It’s three of the twelve uses of dragon’s blood.”
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