“Well, it’s definitely not your disgusting face, if that’s what you were thinking!”
“Oh, so now I’m ugly, am I?”
“Merlin, this is like fourth year all over again,” James groaned, burying his face in his hands. “Will you two just shut up! I can’t even enjoy breakfast without you two bickering!”
“He keeps staring at me!” Bera hissed.
“I am not!” Sirius hissed back.
“Okay, Sirius, you were definitely staring at Bera!” Lily snapped. “Okay? And Bera, just ignore him! Please!”
“Fine,” Bera muttered, staring down at her plate.
“And how is this in any way, shape, or form like fourth year?” Sirius asked James.
“Because all you two did was bicker and argue....and look at you now! Bickering and arguing!” James drawled. “Honestly, back then I would have never thought that you two would end up dating, let alone, get engaged for it all to end up back where it all started,” he muttered.
“You mean, where it ended. I’m never speaking to him ever again,” Bera muttered, standing up from the table and rushing up to the library.
She saw Severus sitting in his usual spot. She sat in the seat next to him and stared at the table. “There’s no need to say ‘I told you so.’”
“Actually, I wasn’t planning on it,” he said, closing the book that he had in front of him. “I’m not going to say a thing about him,” Severus said. “Even if he is a cheating arsehole.”
“He is one,” Bera growled. “I hate him so bloody much! Ugh!”
“You might want to keep your voice down, Bera,” Severus muttered. “We are in a library, after all.”
“I know, but he just--he just makes me so angry!” She hissed quietly.
“I know how you feel,” Severus said, placing a hand on her back.
“Oh, dating Snivellus now!” Sirius hissed from behind the two. Bera balled her fists again, her fingernails digging into her palms. “Really, Bera, I thought you’d have higher standards than...well, that.”
Bera balled her fists and bit her lip to restrain herself from exploding in the middle of the library. “Why don’t you go away, Black?” Severus growled. “If you followed Bera all the way up here just to bother her, then you obviously need to get a life.”
“Who asked you, Snivellus?” Sirius snapped, raising his voice slightly. “I was talking to who? Mini Zabini? Not the grease ball sitting beside her,” he snapped.
“You’re pushing your luck, Black,” Severus growled, standing up from his chair and facing Sirius. He towered over him, I noticed. “Leave Bera alone and find something to do with yourself.”
“Or what?” Sirius challenged.
“You’ll have me to deal with,” He growled.
Sirius glanced at the scar and then simply glared defiantly at Severus. “Fine.” He growled, walking out of the library.
“Thank you, Severus,” Bera said quietly. “I think I’ll go down to the common room,” she muttered, standing up and gathering her things.
“Here, I’ll walk you there,” he said as he began to gather up his things.
“No, I’ll go alone, alright?” Bera said quietly, placing a hand on his shoulder.
“Alright,” he sighed.
Bera made it to the common room without any sign of Sirius, which she was thankful for, and found a deserted table. She took out her books and parchment and continued to work.
“Why’d you rush out of breakfast like that?” Regulus asked, seating himself beside Bera.
“Your idiot brother, that’s why,” Bera muttered. “I went to the library and spent a few minutes working with Severus, but Sirius followed me up there,” she sighed. “But, Severus scared him away somehow and I just decided to come down here, where I know I’d be free of Sirius completely.”
“So..how did Severus scare Sirius away?” Regulus asked.
“I’m not sure, really,” Bera shrugged. “But, I’m glad he did.”
“Right, so--I’ve been considering doing something and I was wondering if you could tell me your opinion about it,” he said in a serious tone.
Bera placed down her quill and gave Regulus all her attention. “Sure, tell me,” she said.
“Well, you know how I feel about being pureblood, right?” He asked.
Bera rolled her eyes. “Yes, Regulus, I’m aware of your pureblood supremacy.”
“Well...do you think it’d be a good idea for me to...take that to the next step?” He asked.
“What do you mean ‘take that to the next step’?” Bera asked, furrowing her brow. “What are you trying to tell me?”
“What if I decided to join the Dark Lord?” He asked quickly.
Bera stared at her best friend. “Wha--why would you--Have you been talking to Severus about this!?” Bera shrieked.
“Well, actually, yeah,” he muttered.
“Regulus Black, do you know what you’re getting yourself into?” Bera hissed in a hushed voice. “Because I honestly don’t think you do!”
“What’s the big deal?” He asked.
“Don’t you get it? Death Eaters are murderers! They hurt innocent people and children!” Bera argued. “I know you’re a pureblood supremacist, Regulus, but you’re not that kind!”
“What makes you think they kill?” He asked.
“Regulus!” Bera shrieked. “The reports in the paper! All of the missing people! Regulus, use your brain; it all adds up!”
“But, Severus told me that all they’re trying to do is get rid of the mudbloods,” Regulus said in a rather naive tone.
“Yes, Regulus, ‘get rid of’--but not in the context that you think!” She said. “I thought you were smarter than this!”
“I haven’t done anything!” He said defensively. “I promise you, I haven’t.”
“Have you had contact with any other Death Eaters besides Severus?” Bera asked. Regulus shook his head no in reply. “Regulus, be honest with me!” She hissed in a low tone.
He sighed, “Alright, I talked to my cousin, Bellatrix, a few weeks ago.”
“Bellatrix? Bellatrix Lestrange?” Bera asked with her eyebrows raising.
“Yeah,” he nodded. “She really wants me to join.”
“Regulus, you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into!” Bera said in a hushed tone. “I feel like you’d join for all the wrong reasons, thinking they’re the right ones and then discover that it wasn’t what you expected.”
“And you’d want to get out!” Bera said. “Don’t you get it? You’d be bound to the Dark Lord forever! Once a Death Eater, always a Death Eater. The only way out would be death!”
“What if you’re underestimating me?” He said. “What if I can do it?”
“I’m sorry, but no matter how strongly you feel, you’re too good of a person to do what they do to innocent people, Regulus,” she said. “You’re better than them. Please. Don’t get involved.”
“I don’t know,” he muttered.
“Regulus, please,” she begged, grasping his hand tightly. “Don’t join them.” He seemed really conflicted. “Regulus, please?”
He looked into Bera’s eyes and knew that he couldn’t do it. “Alright, Bera,” he said. She was the only person in the world that could convince him of almost anything. He loved her so much it hurt. “But, I’m only doing this for you,” he said.
“As long as you don’t do it at all,” she said. “I wouldn’t be able to handle it if you died,” she sighed.
“Let’s just change the subject,” he said quickly. “I’m sorry I brought it up, alright?”
Bera picked up her quill and continued to work. “Alright.”
“So, Quidditch tryouts are coming up soon, I presume?” He asked.
“Yes, yes they are,” she said with a smile forming on her lips, “We need a new Keeper, two chasers, and one beater, now that Rabastan, Ryan, Sean, and Quinn graduated last year,” Bera sighed. “We’re basically getting an entire new team, and we need to make sure they’re good.”
“That’s right, the only teammates left from last year are you, me and Terry,” he said.
“Yup, so who do you think will try to sign up for the team? We haven’t had any new players in two years, since I joined the team,” Bera pointed out.
“I don’t know, and the only reason why that happened was because we were undefeated and everyone was sixth year and below,” Regulus said.
“Do you think Rabastan did that on purpose?” Bera asked. “Having good young players for two or more years, instead of having good older players who never bothered trying out and only play for one year?”
“I think that’s a good idea,” Regulus said. “We should definitely do that! No seventh years should be allowed to try out.”
“Yes,” Bera said. “When should I hold tryouts? Before, after, or during Hogsmeade weekend?”
“I was hoping before or after,” Regulus said.
“Why?” Bera asked.
“Because you should go to Hogsmeade with me,” he said. “Just as friends--it’s not a date or anything,” he added. “To, you know, take your mind off of Sirius.”
“Regulus, I’d love to, but I don’t think that would take my mind off of Sirius the slightest bit,” she said, placing down her quill again.
“Well, I’m sure he’s going to be there with some girl, for one,” she said. “And we had our first date in Hogsmeade.”
“Oh, right,” he muttered. “Please? You can’t let me go alone!”
“No, Regulus,” Bera sighed.
“Name one Hogsmeade trip that I didn’t go with you when you didn’t have anyone to go with,” he demanded.
Bera sighed and bit her lip. She honestly didn’t have a choice, seeing as she couldn’t think of one time Regulus had ever let her go to Hogsmeade alone. “Fine, I’ll go to Hogsmeade to you, happy?”
“Very,” he said with a smug grin.
October 15, 1977
“So what do you want to do first?” Regulus asked, awkwardly, scratching the back of his head.
“I don’t know,” Bera muttered quietly, looking at leaves that covered the ground.
“Bera, you can’t let him get to you,” he sighed.
“Regulus, we just spent fifteen minutes in a carriage with him and Stephanie Miller--the girl he cheated on me with--while they were having a snogging session!” she snapped. “What better way to get to me?” She muttered.
“Just calm down, Bera,” Regulus said, placing an arm around her shoulder. “Come on, let’s go get a butterbeer.”
“Fine,” she muttered.
He led her to the three broomsticks and found a table for just the two of them. “I’ll be back in just a sec,” he said, leaving her alone at the table.
Bera exhaled deeply, taping her fingernails on the table. She just couldn’t get over the image of Sirius and Stephanie snogging...again. “At least this time they were fully clothed,” she muttered to herself, rolling her eyes.
“Here you go,” Regulus said, placing Bera’s butterbeer in front of her.
“Thanks,” she said, taking a sip.
“So, I presume that you’re putting up the notice for Quidditch tryouts this week?” Regulus asked, taking a sip of his own butterbeer.
“Yes, probably on Tuesday,” she said, still tapping her fingernails on the table.
“Hopefully, we can pull together a good team,” Regulus said smiling. “I know we can win the House Cup this year--without having to share it with whatever team we’d end up playing.”
“Yeah,” Bera said, taking another sip of her butterbeer. “I think we ought to keep an eye on Hufflepuff this year.”
“Hufflepuff?” Regulus asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Yes, Hufflepuff,” she said. “They were really close to beating Gryffindor for the House Cup, didn’t you realise it?”
“No,” he shrugged, not seeing what point she was trying to make.
“Yes,” Bera stated. “They’ve gotten better the last two years that I’ve been playing--much better.”
“Please do explain.
“Okay,” she sighed. “Their Keeper,” Bera stated.
“What’s her name? Anna something?”
“Anna Versa.” Bera stated. “Do you know how many quaffles she blocked last year?”
“Idunno,” Regulus shrugged.
“Well, let’s say she blocks an average of thirty quaffles every quidditch game,” Bera said. “And there’s five to six matches that Hufflepuff will be in,” she stated. “Do you know how many quaffles that is, Regulus? Just about one hundred and fifty in an entire season,” Bera said. “Did you ever notice that during Hufflepuff games, the only reason why they ever really lose is because their offence is terrible?”
“But, their defense is what makes them as good as they are,” Regulus said, now realising Bera’s point.
“Yes, and with two of their chasers gone, they’re going to be getting two new ones,” Bera said. “And guess who’s the Quidditch Captain for Hufflepuff.”
“Wouldn’t that be Versa?”
“Yes, and she knows Quidditch just as well as you and I,” Bera said. “And I can guarantee that she’ll be looking for nothing but the best of the best when it comes to chasers.” Bera said, taking another sip of her butterbeer. “Who knows? She might even kick people off the team.”
“I love it when you talk Quidditch,” Regulus chuckled.
“But, of course, our number one priority is Gryffindor,” Bera stated. “James is a good friend, and I know him very well.”
“You’re not gonna go easy on them, are you?” Regulus asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Of course not, Regulus!”Bera chuckled. “I know him very well, and I’ve studied his Quidditch methods.”
“I know every move, every play, every single weapon of James’,” Bera said. “The Gryffindor team is at a disadvantage, you see. But, it usually should be an advantage, seeing as he’s been Quidditch captain for a few years now.”
“The Gryffindor team is the only Quidditch team that doesn’t have a new captain this year,” Bera said. “Therefore, anybody would be able to have been keeping tabs on James the last two years that he has been captain, don’t you see, Regulus?”
“So, you’re saying that the Gryffindor team is going to be the most predictable team of the season?”
“That’s exactly what I’m saying, unless the other Quidditch captains are so dim-witted that they don’t keep a close eye on any of the other teams,” Bera said. “And if they are, then that means that we’d be the only team with an advantage over Gryffindor.”
“Yes, that’s very good,” Regulus said. “So, then the only thing we’d have to figure out are the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw methods.”
“Exactly,” Bera sighed. “But, I’d be cheating if we watched their practices,” she said. “So, we’ll have to be paying close attention all of the matches we’re not playing in.”
“Yes,” Regulus said. “Good thing we’re not starting off the season,” he said with a slight grin forming on his lips.
“That’s right!” Bera said excitedly. “Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw are playing each other first!”
“Yes they are, which gives us the perfect opportunity to figure out their methods,” Regulus said.
“I have a feeling we’ve got Quidditch in the bag,” Bera said slyly.
“As do I, my friend,” Regulus said with a smug grin. “As do I.”
October 18, 1977
“What do you mean no seventh years can try out for the Quidditch team?!” A seventh year named Riley Deveraux shouted in Bera’s face.
“It means what it means,” she said, smiling at him. “No seventh years will be accepted on the Quidditch team, unless they’ve been playing for the team for previous years.”
“This is so unfair!”
“You can’t do this!”
“Actually, I can,” Bera stated. “That’s the upside of being a Quidditch captain; I can do whatever I want with my team.”
“But, you can’t do that!” Riley said angrily.
“Riley, listen, just like how first years can’t play, seventh years can’t sign up for my team,” Bera shrugged. “But, second through sixth years are free to try out this Sunday!” Bera said as she smiled gleefully.
“Why can’t we try out?” Riley demanded.
“What’s the point of trying out if you’re just going to be gone next year?” Bera asked. “I’m not looking for a player who isn’t going to be vital to the team in the next two years, Riley. I’m looking for players that can last and bring the team to victory in upcoming years,” she said.
Riley seemed at a loss for words seeing as he opened and closed his mouth about three times. “I still say this is unfair.”
“Call it what you want,” she said, patting him on the back. “It won’t be unfair when we’re winning in the years to come,” Bera said, shrugging. “Just to let you all know,” she said to the crowd of students surrounding the sign-up sheet. “I will be taking the paper down on Friday to observe the list. Don’t forget that tryouts are on Sunday at noon.”
The then walked off to head up to her dormitory to get a good night’s sleep. Oh, the joy of being Quidditch Captain.
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