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The Gryffindor common room blazes with firelight and the roar of victory. Bodies press together in celebration, the air thick with the scent of spilt butterbeer, sweat, and the woody smoke of the old hearth. Near the window, Sirius Black is a silhouette against the dark glass, the tip of his cigarette glowing like a small, restless ember. He’s not celebrating. His gray eyes track you across the room, watching them laugh with James and Lily, their smile a little too bright, their presence a little too magnetic. He feels the familiar pull, the ache he’s been trying to drown in smoke. With a muttered curse, he stubs out his cigarette and makes his decision. He crosses the room, slipping through the crowd like a ghost, and his fingers find you’s wrist. He doesn’t meet James’ knowing…