Hey all! Just a quick oneshot that I wrote in the wee hours of the morning. I'm so very, very tired.
I don't know how much sense this makes—I wrote it between 4 and 5am. The summary and title just came to me while I was surfing Pottermore earlier on, and refused to leave.
I hope you enjoy!
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Summary: They made an unlikely trio.
Timeline: Seventh year. No specific point.
They made an unlikely trio.
To anyone who'd known them before six months ago, they'd have been sure that at least one of them was Polyjuiced, either by prank or by dare, to look like the emerald-eyed, red-headed, temperamental witch they all knew one of the other boys to be completely enamoured with (even if they'd never say it to his—or even her—face).
But when she sat with the four of them in the Great Hall, the three of them on one side, their other two friends sitting opposite, it was undeniably real, and yet so incredibly strange. She was sitting with them, eating, laughing, joking, looking completely relaxed; as if she'd always belonged at that end of the table, sitting with the four boys she used to screech herself hoarse at at that time last year.
They were rarely seen without each other—of course, there were times when it could only be two of them, but those times were only every few days, and only for a few hours at a time. The rest of the time, she would glide down hallways, completely dwarfed by a tall, dark-haired boy on either side, smiling and laughing and cracking inappropriate jokes with them, or admonishing them for not doing their homework, or pestering them with complex questions around Transfiguration theory.
And they would smile, and laugh, and answer her dirty jokes with a wink and a smirk, and would thoroughly enjoy calling her bluff—despite (or perhaps because of) the fact that she now knew them very well, they were still able to make her face flush with embarrassment, her eyes sparkle with mirth.
And no one could ever quite grasp the alien concept of their friendship. It was filled with fire, and sparks, and screaming, and yelling, and tears and anger—there were times when the House was sure that she wouldn't be sitting with them tomorrow morning. But she was always there.
They were inseparable.
Which was why it was such a shock to see Sirius Black sitting with only two of his friends at lunch one day. His closest friends were not there.
"Lose something, Black?" A greasy-haired Slytherin boy sneered at him as he passed, on his way to his House table.
"Not at all, Snivellus." He answered cheerfully, filling his sandwich with copious amounts of chicken and mayonnaise. "But, if you happen to be referring to one pair of James Potter and Lily Evans, I'd imagine they'd have found a nice, cosy broom cupboard by now."
He particularly enjoyed watching what little colour resided in Snape's face drain from it as he stalked away.
It had taken some getting used to, their little group. But now, one could see them walking the corridors, still joking and laughing, but with the emerald-eyed, red-headed, temperamental witch holding hands with the slightly arrogant, dark-haired, bespeckled boy, and their tall, handsome friend making faces and pretending to gag at their love-struck antics.
They made an unlikely trio.
But then, stranger things had happened.
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Please review—this is one of my more… experimental pieces. It would make me very, very happy to get feedback. :D
Thanks for reading!