Because We Are Made Of Dreams

Bloody Carols

Clara came back in the evening and all of her friends did their best to be as merry as possible, and she was grateful. When Peter let slip that Dumbledore had learned about Sirius"s escape and that he had given him a month worth of detentions, she wasn"t feeling happy at all however.

"You shouldn"t have done that," she told the boy, feeling guilty as hell.

"Clara, I knew what I was doing," Sirius answered reassuringly, while making a mental note to strangle Peter in his sleep that very night. "Despite, I only had detentions, it"s nothing."

"Still, you"re mad!"

"Don"t tell me you"re only noticing this now!"

She couldn"t help but laugh.

Clara"s father came out of St Mungo"s a week later, but was not allowed to get back to work before the end of January, despite how furious he was to be left behind. Her mother sent Clara a letter two days after he had gone home to inform her about how unbearably annoying he was, and Clara couldn"t help but laugh when her mother asked her to give her a potion to turn him into a cockroach. She smiled as she was drinking up her morning tea. Things were slowly getting back to normal again.

And November passed.

And December came.

One evening in the Gryffindor Common Room, the question of Hogsmeade trip arose.

"I"ll be sick," stated Remus.

In fact the full moon was set for the night before Hogsmeade weekend, and though it was still four days ahead, everyone in the room could notice the exhaustion in his eyes.

"I think I"ll stay with you," said Peter. "It"s too cold to get out!"

Lily and Alice had dates, of course, just like James, who rightfully reckoned that he had better not miss this trip to Hogsmeade with Shelley after what had happened in November.

"Looks like only three of us remain behind," said Marlene, heaving a sigh.

"I"m surprised you still don"t have any date by the way Pads," James told his friend.

"I haven"t been looking for one," Sirius answered.

"What? Sirius would go to Hogsmeade alone?" joked Remus. "Impossible!"

In a very mature gesture, Sirius stuck out his tongue towards the werewolf, making everybody laugh.

"Is everything alright?" Clara asked him a bit more seriously.

"Sure. I"m simply not in the mood."

"Sirius Black not in the mood for birds? That"s a first!" laughed James.

Sirius didn"t say anything. He had not seen any girl since their last Hogsmeade trip, since he had realised what he truly felt for Clara. And now he could understand why James had been so reluctant to let anyone in his life, for now he was feeling just the same. He didn"t want anyone, he didn"t feel attracted by any girl, except Clara. The feeling was new, and still wild, and Sirius was still struggling to get used to it. But eventually it was always the same thing: each time a girl started to flirt, he couldn"t help to push her away. He didn"t want them to use their seductive voice, he didn"t want them to touch his arm, he didn"t want them to get closer to him... he simply felt nothing, whereas the second Clara entered the room, he wanted to take her in his arms and never release her. No, he definitely didn"t want a date this month for Hogsmeade.

"What about you Clara?" Lily asked her.

The girl shrugged.

"I think I"m gonna stay with Marlene."

She turned towards her friend.

"What do you think? Girls" afternoon?"

Marlene smiled.

"Sure!"

Clara turned towards Sirius.

"You want to come with us?"

"For a girls" afternoon?" he asked, propping an eyebrow.

She shook her head, amused.

"Come on, come with us, it"s gonna be fun. I heard they have received this new bat for professional Quidditch players..."

"Are you sure they have it yet?"

"Apparently it"s out now, I guess they must have it. I can"t wait! Do you think they"ll be mad at us if we try it? But not on real Bludgers of course, that would be dangerous in a store... "

She giggled.

"Oh Merlin, I"m picturing you hitting a Bludger in a shop right now! That would be so much fun!"

They burst into laughter.

"I don"t reckon the owners would appreciate though," he said.

She held her painful stomach, tears of laughter shining in the corner of her eyes.

"Still, that would be so much of fun!"

Her laugh sounded like a ray of sunshine. Sirius smiled, this girl was so perfect...

"Anyway, you can"t say no to Quidditch!" Marlene told the boy.

"You"re right, I can"t. I"ll go with you!" Sirius answered, giggling.

Going with Clara in Hogsmeade was probably not the best idea under the circumstances. Maybe it was better if he kept his distance from her for a while, giving himself some space to get used to the tidal wave of emotions that kept flowing upon him every time she was near him. But he wasn"t used to take the wisest decisions after all, why start today?

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"I love snow!"

Lily ran across the Entrance Hall to reach the falling snowflakes, making all of her friends laugh. Clara was following close. They presented their faces to the heavens, enjoying the feeling of the ice upon their skin. Their laughs were echoing through the grounds. During the night, snow had covered completely Hogwarts. James smiled at the memory of the previous night, during which the Marauders walked through the woods, playing under the snowflakes as animals. Sirius and him exchanged a glance, smiling mischievously.

"Are you coming?" Lily called for Liam.

James couldn"t help but be amused at the sight of Super-Tan into the cold. The poor lad had so much clothes under his coat, he could barely move. Clearly the heat was more his thing, and for now, he looked quite ridiculous.

"It"s so freezing cold out here," he mumbled under his breath.

Clara and Lily started to sing out of tune.

"It"s beginning to look a lot like Christmas Everywhere you go..." the two Gryffindors were shouting happily.

They were laughing hard, along with all of their friends.

"Can we go now?" asked Liam, completely frozen.

"We"re still waiting for Shelley," Marlene told him.

"Could we go ahead Flower, please?" he asked Lily.

"Don"t call me like that," Lily told him.

Her cheeks had reddened, and James could see she was trying hard to stay calm. Her mother used to call her and her sister this way, and since Petunia had rejected her, and was seeing some abominable pig (according to Lily, and the guy really must have been horrible for someone as kind as Lily to call him that way) this nickname was banned. Even James knew that and was careful never to use this nickname anymore, and he had been her friend for two months... Really, this git was the worst boyfriend imaginable. James tried to measure how much Lily would be mad at him if he decided to tighten up her boyfriend at the top of the Astronomy Tower in the cold, wearing nothing but a sign saying "Oh Oh Oh" and a Santa hat... He was dragged away from this thoughts though when a snowball came hitting his shoulder. A smile instantly appeared on his mischievous face. But when he turned towards Sirius to make him pay for his assault, he was shocked to see that the guilty one was actually Lily.

"Well, well, well..." he said slowly, coming closer to her while picking up some snow from the ground. "Are you conscious that you"ve just attacked the king of snowball wars?"

She giggled, and started to run away. James ran after her through the grass, before finally getting close enough to hit her with his own snowball. She laughed even harder. Soon they were both throwing snow at each other without even forming real snowballs. Lily caught James"s arm as he was trying to put some snow in her collar, and she fell backwards into the frozen grass, pulling James down with her. They were laughing both so hard, struggling for air, tears wetting their eyes, James on top of her.

"You"re alright?" James asked her, still laughing.

She nodded, unable to speak. He could feel her warm breath against his face, they were so close...

"James, you"re literally crushing my right leg," Lily told him, laughing even harder.

James hurried to stand up, helping the girl to get back on her feet as well. She was still laughing so much though, she could barely stand, and James kept her close to him, waiting for her to calm down. The sound of her laugh was like flowing through his veins, until it could touch his very soul, and light bonfires in his heart. It was crazy... She finally looked up at him.

"You"re okay?" she asked him.

"Yeah."

His heart was going to explode, he was holding her so close... They remained still for a moment, staring at each other in the eyes. Lily knew she should have told him to let go of her, and a little voice in her head was telling her he was holding her a bit too close, but it was so warm inside his arms, and she felt so safe... They heard the sound of voices and footsteps, and finally James released her, letting the cold wind fill the space between them. He ran a hand through his messy hair. The others arrived soon, along with Shelley and Liam. Lily walked towards them, but James put some snow upon his face first. He found himself wishing for a cold shower...

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"Oh Merlin, this is beautiful!"

"You should try it."

"I don"t think we"re allowed to, except if we want to buy it, and this is way too expensive for me."

"Oh, come on now!"

Sirius took the precious bat in his hands. It was light, and incredibly comfortable to handle. He swung it once or twice through the air before handing it to Clara. The girl started to bite her lower lip, making Sirius"s heart skip a beat. She sighed, defeated, and took the professional Quidditch bat in her hand.

"It"s so light!" she told Sirius and Marlene.

Sirius nodded.

"Can you imagine how easier it would be for us?"

"Don"t mention it..."

Sirius took back the bat, looking around him, mischief suddenly burning in his eyes. No one working in the shop was there at the moment, perfect!

"Sirius, what the hell are you thinking about?" Marlene asked him cautiously, noticing the dangerous glint in his eyes.

He merely winked at her, picking up a cushion on a shelf near them.

"Sirius... you"re not going to do what I think you"re going to do, right?" Clara asked in a whisper, suddenly nervous.

"Come on Clara, this thing is so expensive, we"ll never have the chance again!" he replied, whispering as well.

"Sirius, we could get into big trouble!"

"Since when are you so uptight? I thought for a second you were Lily."

She glared at him.

"Alright, but do it quick then, while nobody"s here."

Sirius grinned, and threw the cushion up in the air. He aimed quickly and hit the cushion with the bat. But this bat was so lighter than his own, and so handy that he hit the cushion with a bit too much strength... and it went landing into the huge Christmas tree of the little shop. The three friends saw the tree falling down to the ground and onto the shelves in slow motion. The noise of breaking glass sounded deafening. And then silence came back, none of the three friends able to move. Finally, Clara and Sirius exchanged a glance. Sirius gave her an apologising smile.

"Oops," the boy merely said.

Suddenly, the sound of hurrying footsteps coming down the staircase were closing on them...

"Holly shit..." Marlene breathed.

"Out!" Sirius commanded the girls.

He threw the bat away and dragged the two Gryffindor girls out of the shop. They hid in a street nearby. The cries of the shop owner echoed through the streets.

"If I get my hands on you... you thugs!"

The man passed before their street and disappeared in the crowd covered with snow. The Gryffindors exploded in laughter.

"I can"t believe it!" cried Marlene, holding her painful sides.

"Sirius, you"re such a moron!" agreed Clara.

The boy doubled with laughter.

"Have you seen this guy"s face?"

Clara laughed even harder. They finally calmed down.

"Still, the poor man..." said Clara, feeling guilty as she was wiping the merry tears from away her red cheeks.

Sirius shook his head.

"Don"t worry about him. I give him two minutes to clean up the mess we"ve made with magic."

They waited for a while to be sure that the poor shop owner was gone, and that they could walk safely through Hogsmeade again. They headed merrily towards the Three Broomsticks, accompanying Marlene who had to meet a cousin of hers there. Marlene had brought her camera with her, and was taking pictures of literally everything, whilst Sirius and Clara were chatting merrily. Clara was in bliss, and the grin that seemed to be stuck on her face was contagious.

"I love Christmas!" she said when she caught Sirius"s amused gaze.

"I might have noticed that," he answered.

"It"s my favourite time of year!"

"I might have noticed that too."

She laughed. Right before they could reach the Three Broomsticks, they walked near a choir singing carols, and Clara started to sway at the rhythm of the song, singing softly out of tune. She was so beautiful, and she looked so happy there, under the falling snow, swaying gently with the music... Sirius couldn"t control the impulse that was rising inside of him. He suddenly took her hand, and before she could say anything, he made her twirl under the falling snowflakes. They both laughed, everyone in the street looking at them, but none of them cared. She landed right into Sirius"s arms, and they doubled with laughter. Sirius was still holding Clara"s cold little hand in his. She could feel the warmth of his body flowing through her own despite all their clothes. They looked at Marlene, before pulling slowly away, her hand still imprisoned inside of his. Marlene laughed.

"Okay, I love this photograph!"

It took Sirius"s heart several minutes to find a normal speed again. He made a mental note not to walk near a choir again, or he may have a heart attack the next time he could hold Clara so close, and he knew he couldn"t control himself to make her twirl again if he had the occasion now that he had heard how much it made her laugh. Bloody carols...

Clara and Sirius took their leaves from the Three Broomsticks after having enjoyed a good Butterbeer, and they walked together through the streets. They sat down on a bench by on of the deserted roads around the village, chatting merrily.

"Are you saying that you would never let me borrow your broomstick?" asked the boy, outraged.

"That"s exactly what I"m saying!" she replied, laughing. "How many broomsticks did you crash and break exactly?"

The boy thought for a while, before slowly nodding his head.

"You may have a point. But still, I"m your friend! And I"m also your fellow Beater!"

"Sirius, I would never, ever, let you borrow my broomstick. You could give me the cute puppy look we give our parents to have a new toy as much as you want, the answer would still be no."

"Ah, but you"re saying that because you"ve never seen me doing the puppy look!"

He stood up, checking that nobody else was on the road.

"I can give you a real puppy look!" he told her, winking mischievously.

And he transformed into a big black dog. She laughed, and he rested his head on her laps, snorting against her thighs. When he looked up at her, his eyes looked so sad, and begging... he started to cry, making this very high pitched noise only dogs can master and to which no one can resist. She laughed again, vanquished.

"Okay, I give up! You"re too cute! You can have my bloody broomstick!"

The dog started to jump madly under the snow, and Clara doubled with laughter. He tried to swallow some snowflakes, catching them in the air as he jumped, to make her laugh harder, and it worked. Holding her painful sides, Clara could hardly breathe. Sirius went back towards her, put his front paws on her laps, and started to lick her face. She giggled.

"Sirius, it tickles!"

He took it as an encouragement. Finally he stopped, resting his head on her shoulder, and she wrapped her arms around him. He was in his dog form, and still to her it was Sirius. She breathed deeply into his fur, he smelled exactly the same when he was a boy. He finally broke their embrace, and rested his head on her laps again. Then he turned back into a boy, and stayed there, kneeling on the ground, his head resting on her knees. They stared at each other for a while. He wanted to kiss her so much... He shook himself, and sat back next to her. Her heart finally slowed down a bit. She rested her head on his shoulder, and they looked at the snow falling down slowly upon the white fields. Some purple crocuses were piercing the snow, their deep colour flashing against the unspoiled white of the icy ground all around them. Clara smiled slowly.

"Crocuses are my favourite flowers," she said absentmindedly, as if she was talking to herself.

"Really?" he asked her, looking at the flowers too.

"I"ve always found them beautiful. And they"re so strong! When all the other flowers are frozen, they just pierce the snow. They flourish when all the others are gone. They"re even stronger than winter."

His heart was racing in his chest, and he couldn"t control himself when he kissed gently her hair.

"Sounds just like you," he whispered.

She looked up at him.

"Really?" she asked.

She had a sad expression all of a sudden.

"I don"t feel like I"m strong," she told him. "I don"t feel like anyone is strong anymore. With everything that is happening with Voldemort and the Death Eaters, and no one reacts... I wish I was braver..."

She looked at the flowers again.

"Is being brave simply not being scared? Or wouldn"t it rather be simply ignoring a fear that is already there?" he asked her. "Because if it"s just not feeling anything, I"m the biggest coward on the planet."

"No you"re not, of course you"re not," she told him.

"But I"m terrified, by many things. I"ve been all my life."

She held his arm against her, closing her eyes and burying her face in his arm.

"I know I can"t be angry at people to be afraid to react at what Voldemort is doing," she said slowly. "But I wish they would open their eyes at what a threat he is for us all. I wish they were strong enough to see the truth."

He enlaced his fingers with hers.

"But you see the truth. You see how dangerous he is, and I bet you want to become an Auror to stop him."

She didn"t say anything, and so he went on.

"You want to help people, and you"re ready to put your own life at risks to do so. That"s what I call being brave."

She tightened her grip on his hand, and he did the same.

"I don"t want people to see how scared I am," she said.

He looked down at her, but her eyes were still closed against his shoulder.

"You wouldn"t think I"m brave if you knew how I feel like," she added slowly.

"We all have a part of ourselves that we want to keep hidden, we all have some secrets that destroy us, and still it feels more painful to confess them to our friends, than to let them burn us slowly from the inside."

She looked up at him, and their eyes met.

"Trust me Clara, if you feel a darkness creeping up inside of you, and you don"t know how to speak about it to anyone, then force yourself. Let it out, because one day it will make you do things you will regret all your life."

"You seem to speak about something you"ve experienced before," she said, quite afraid by his stern tone.

He set his gaze on the snow again.

"Last year, after I came back from the Christmas Holidays to Hogwarts... My family had messed up with my head again," he said slowly. "They had brought back the matter of duties, and pure-blood weddings and all the bullshit. I found a bottle of firewhiskey the boys and I had kept after a party for a Quidditch match. I went to the Astronomy Tower alone. I couldn"t imagine how anyone could understand how I felt, and I didn"t want James to give me that look he gives me every time I talk about my family... I didn"t want him to think I was weak. I thought that if I spent a bit of time by myself, things would get better. I was completely drunk, I don"t remember being that drunk in my entire life, and Merlin knows I have been quite a lot drunk at parties. When I went back to the Gryffindor Tower, I saw Snape. He started asking lots of questions about Remus, and why he was always ill at full moons, and... he said he knew Remus was a werewolf, and that he would tell everyone once he would have gathered enough proofs."

His voice broke, his gaze still set upon the white fields, but he didn"t see anything. Clara, aghast, couldn"t move, nor speak. Sirius continued in the same calm tone.

"I got angry, and I didn"t think about what I was doing, and about the consequences, and I was drunk... I don"t know what happened in my head but... I told him."

Clara"s eyes grew wide with shock.

"I told him he was right, and that if he wanted to have proofs, then he should go right where Remus was. I told him how to go to the Shrieking Shack from Hogwarts, and this i***t went there. By the time I finally managed to go back to the dorms, it was almost time for Remus to transform. I told James what had happened, or to be more precise he managed to make me say it out of my drunken mumble. He was so furious, I have rarely seen him that furious, and I"ve spent most of my time with him since we were eleven... He managed to get there just in time to get Snape out of the Shrieking Shack before Remus could hurt him. Prongs still has a scar on his knee from that night."

Clara watched as a tear rolled down Sirius"s cheek. He didn"t move, and kept talking, still with the same calm tone, his eyes still lost in the snow.

"Remus could have killed him. Remus, the sweetest person on this planet, could have killed someone, and it would have been all my fault."

He clenched his jaws, and sniffed, both his cheeks wet by now.

"I will never forgive myself. Can you imagine? Remus would have never supported this. He gets all mad at himself when he leaves a scratch on us when we go there with him as animals, so kill someone?"

"Did Dumbledore learn about that?" Clara asked him after a brief silence, her voice hoarse.

"What do you think this rat of Snivellus did? He ran right to Dumbledore"s office. He wanted to get Remus expelled. But Dumbledore managed to make him shut up, don"t ask me how."

"What did Dumbledore tell you?"

Sirius struggled to swallow the lump in his throat.

"That"s when he learned for my parents. I told him everything. I told him I had drunk too much. I have no idea why he didn"t get me expelled. Maybe because when I realised what I had done, I went to help James."

"You went there too?"

Sirius nodded.

"I got Snape out the Shack while James was holding Moony back. Dumbledore gave me detentions, lots of them, and a long lecture but... he pitied me."

He squeezed Clara"s hand in his, anger painted all over his face.

"That"s why he didn"t get me expelled I"m sure, he pitied me."

"That"s why you were all upset last year," Clara understood.

"Yeah," Sirius answered. "James took it really hard, even harder than Remus. He took it as a personal betrayal I think, I don"t know. It took the boys more than a month to talk to me again. I can"t blame them though. I would have deserved it, if they hadn"t forgiven me."

"I guess that"s what you can call "f*****g things up"," Clara told him, sighing.

"Yep. I"ve never done anything else that terrible nor stupid in my life. I would be grateful, if you could keep this for yourself. Don"t mention it to the girls either, okay?"

"Of course. Don"t worry, I won"t tell anyone."

"Thank you."

He sniffed again, and loosened a bit his grip on Clara"s hand. He looked at her again, his eyes red with tears.

"If I had talked to someone, if I had told James what had happened during the break, none of this would have happened. If I had showed someone that I could be weak, none of this would have happened."

He waited a moment, letting his words sink in, before speaking again.

"Do you hate me?" he asked her bluntly.

A tear rolled down her cheek, while she was shaking slowly her head.

"You would be right to hate me after what I"ve told you, or at least mad at me," he told her, his jaws set. "It would be deserved, I wouldn"t blame you."

"I don"t hate you Sirius. And I"m not mad at you either. I"m just... sad."

"Don"t do the same mistake I made, don"t let this darkness, this fear, this anger, take the best of you."

He took her chin between his fingertips, and made her look at him. She lost herself in his grey eyes.

"I"m here for you. And after what I"ve told you about me, you can see how weak I"ve been in the past. If you want to talk to someone, I will always be here, my shoulder ready for you to cry on."

She smiled.

"Thank you," she whispered.

She rested her head on his shoulder again. He was right. She wanted to tell someone. She was terrified, and she was tired of acting like she was fearless. He had already seen her crying after all, and he had told her so much about himself... She knew he wouldn"t tell anyone, she knew he could understand...

"I have nightmares about my parents, and my friends," she told him slowly, her voice barely more than a whisper, but she knew he could hear her. "I have nightmares every nights..."

When she finally stopped talking, the night had fallen already, and everyone else had got back to the Castle. But he didn"t interrupt her once, and he didn"t rush her, and the hours passed, and she told him all the things she was so scared about at night. And he listened, and he cried with her, understanding her fear of a coming war, because he felt just the same for his friends and the Potters. When they walked back to Hogwarts, they were still holding hands.

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Lily sighed heavily.

"I hate leaving Hogwarts," she stated.

The girl took one more look at the Castle covered with snow before getting into the carriage with her friends.

"I don"t reckon that anyone likes leaving this place Lils," Clara replied.

The redhead sighed again.

"If only we could stay there forever..."

"Well, you could still try to use some potion to keep looking like you"re a student," Sirius proposed.

"It might get quite expensive though, the ingredients you would need are really rare," James protested. "But if you could snatch some of them somewhere..."

"... you actually could remain in the Castle forever."

James nodded enthusiastically, their friends all laughing.

"Of course James, I"ll do that," Lily replied, still laughing. "I"m sure you could give me the recipe."

"Of course!"

"Or you could kill yourself and become a ghost and hang there forever, even more efficient technique," Sirius said.

"I"m sure Mourning Myrtle would love to share her toilets with you Lils," James agreed.

The redhead held her painful sides, laughing hard.

"You two are mad!"

"Mad? Can you believe that Sirius?" protested James, faking outrage. "We"re trying to find solutions to her problem, and all she finds to reward us with are insults!"

Sirius shook his head, sighing heavily.

"Young ones these days, they don"t have respect for anything."

It is in that merry spirit that the Gryffindors all travelled together to reach London. Lily disappeared for a while to see Liam on the train, and James spent a little with Shelley, but they mostly spent all their journey together. Once arrived in London, Sirius helped Clara with her trunk, and before James could help Lily with hers, Clara asked him discreetly some help.

"I need some photos of you all guys, could you give me a few? It"s for Sirius"s Christmas present."

James shrugged, carrying Lily"s trunk out of the train.

"Sure, I"ll send some to you when I"m sure he"s not looking."

"Thanks!" she grinned, before heading towards the platform with the boy.

Clara"s father hurried towards his daughter, taking her in his arms. He had a long scar across his brow from his aggression a few weeks ago and he was slightly limping, but he looked great anyway.

"Sweetheart!" he cried merrily while hugging her close. "Where"s your trunk?"

She nodded towards her friends.

"Sirius helped me getting it down the train."

John turned around towards the boy, picking up his daughter trunk. Sirius smiled earnestly at him, asking him how he felt. The man answered politely, a strange thought suddenly worrying his mind. The boy reminded him so much of someone he knew... He hadn"t really noticed at St Mungo"s, he was too weak to think straight then, but now he could see the resemblance...Clara hurried towards her friends again, hugging them all one by one.

"I count on you for my parent"s party for New Year"s Eve!" Frank warned her.

"I"ll see you all then," Clara nodded.

She walked out of King"s Cross Station with her father, smiling. But her father wasn"t smiling at all. He needed to be sure his guess was true, if it was...

"Clara, how is your friend called again? The one who helped you with your trunk," he asked his daughter, sounding casual.

"Sirius," she answered naively.

"Doesn"t he have a full name?" John answered, apparently joking.

She laughed.

"Sirius Black. He"s really funny, and very kind too. So," Clara continued merrily, "Mum told me she didn"t want you to take the risk to Apparate, she thinks you still need some rest, I guess we should take the Knight Bus then."

Her father nodded, and she raised her wand, calling for the bus. He looked at her, so innocent and naive, so young... He had recognised the boy"s strange resemblance to Orion Black. He knew the man quite well, he worked at the Ministry. He was cruel, and openly in favour of Voldemort"s ideas, though in public he was condemning his violent way of defending them. But John knew he was opposed to the whole thing only in public. So Clara"s friend was his son? John shook slowly his head while getting inside the Knight Bus. This couldn"t be good...