Sirius Black

"Perhaps it's just me, but, by Merlin!, I can't help it."

He thought as he sat there at the dining room table in 12 Grimmauld Place. The Order of the Phoenix had gathered after they helped Harry avoid expulsion. What he didn't know was that Harry would make a new friend with him.

Last year you became friends with Harry Potter. He invited you to the ball, since he hadn't found a date and neither had you. So, why not go together? That night he introduced you to Hermione and Ron, and the connection between all of you was instant. You were no longer a trio, but a group of four.

So, when one thing led to another, you were also invited to join the Order of the Phoenix, and you accepted. I mean, it was the least you could do for your friends. So, when you arrived at Number 12 Grimmauld Place, you weren't expecting to see Sirius Black. You'd heard stories about him, some of them not very nice. A little while later, as you sat down at the dining room table between Harry and Hermione, you couldn't help but notice Sirius staring at you.

"Sirius, stop staring at that poor girl. You're probably scaring her."

He thought, as he cleared his throat and shifted in his chair before Arthur Weasley began his toast.

"For Harry!"

he exclaimed, raising his glass.

"For Harry!"

The sound echoed as Sirius simply raised his glass and nodded understandingly. As the conversation continued and people discussed the ways Voldemort would return, the need to have some kind of plan, Sirius wasn't there with his thoughts. Suddenly, he let out a gasp of surprise when he felt Remus's elbow nudge him in the side.

"Hey man, what's wrong? You seem worried."

Remus said, in a mocking tone, but also somewhat worried.

"Without a doubt, a problem."

Sirius answers as his gaze returns to you, intense and unwavering.