Mortem . Sirius Black

chapter thirty-four

March 31st - Great Hall

It was a very tense breakfast for the group of friends, on the day that Easter Break was set to begin. They were all staring at the Slytherin, who was drinking her coffee as though nothing was wrong, debating whether to hit her over the head or grab her arm and apparate at the Potter estate at that second.

"Why's everyone so tense?" asked Lily, sitting down next to James

"Because the rest of them don't believe in free will and freedom of choice," snarked Nephera

"Correction," countered Sirius "because Nephera over there has absolutely no care for her personal safety,"

Lily didn't know what was going on, but it was obvious that she had just opened a can of worms, and she did the best to contain the situation, "Well, I'm actually quite nervous to meet the Potters, to be honest," she said, trying to shift the subject

"Oh, they're great," said the Slytherin "I mean, I only met them for five minutes, but they seem like really good people,"

"And they'll love you, Lils, don't worry," said James, wrapping an arm around his girlfriend and kissing her temple "And I'm sure they'd love to see Nephie again," he pointed out

"And I'm sure they'd love not having Death Eaters knock on their door even more," she pointed out

"What?" asked Lily, clearly confused and slightly scared

"Oh, we haven't told you? Yes, see Nephera wants to go home for Easter, despite the fact that her parents are you-know-whats," said Peter, pointing his fork at the brunette accusingly

"What?" exclaimed Lily, turning to look at the Slytherin in surprise "Why the bloody hell would you do that? I remember how you looked when you came back-"

"Let's get one thing straight," stated the Slytherin "No one mentions Christmas, is that clear?"

"Do we not mention it in your funeral as well?" asked Tony "Because that's where we're headed right now,"

"Oh please! I've got it handled!"

"You don't have shit handled!" rebutted the werewolf "You are coming to the Potters, Nephera. We care too much about you to let you do this,"

"You don't let me do shit, I just do it. And why can't any of you understand that this isn't about my safety, but yours?"

"Why not just go to the ministry?" asked the redhead

Nephera scoffed, "Yes, because who will they believe? My father, head of the Wizengamot, backed up by some of the most powerful families, or me, a seventeen-year-old?"

The Gryffindor quickly realized her mistake, and nodded her head "So just run away!"

"Evans, why are you even part of this conversation?"

"Because James cares about you, and I care about James, so I also care about you by association!"

"Bloody Gryffindors and their savior complexes," muttered the brunette

"No, Nephera, she's right. Just come with us, please," pleaded the Hufflepuff

"I'm sorry, but I can't," she said, turning back to her food, although her appetite was long gone

"I'm honestly starting to believe you were dropped on the head as a child," sighed Tony, tired of the Slytherin's denial

Nephera smirked, "I don't know about dropped, but my mother definitely threw me against the wall a couple of times,"