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"I'M GONNA NEED YOU TO PUT ON A SHIRT," Olivia say with a sigh when her hand unintentionally gripped her quill tighter as she stops her eyes from wondering away from the essay she was writing.

James smirks as he climbs on the bed she currently sat cross legged at and wrapped his arms around her waist, placing a kiss on the side of her neck, his bare chest pressed against her back. "Why? Am I distracting you?"

She hummed, trying to ignore him as he peppered her neck and shoulders with kisses. "Yes."

"Pay attention to me," James pouted.

"I would but I know for a fact that once I do, we would be snogging the whole day and I'd have no chance of finishing this essay, which by the way, I also know you haven't started on," she explains calmly as her eyes scans the words in the book in front of her.

"I like the snogging all day idea."

"How do you suppose we graduate and get a job and provide for the twins?"ย 

James pretended to think deeply as he place another kiss on her shoulder. "Hmm, I say we kill your parents so you can get your inheritance."

Olivia let out a snort. "As much as I adore that idea, I don't believe we'd be very good at raising the twins in Azkaban."

"We can totally get away with murder," James argues and Olivia tries not to shiver from the word.

Because deep inside, in the deepest parts of her consciousness where her morals lie, Olivia knows she's still to blame with what had happened in the Orphanage. Perhaps she had always been aware of that part of her, the part that darkness had taken over. She knew because Maxwell had it too. That darkness he was unable to shake because that had been what made it possible for Maxwell to kill and torture even if it went against everything he believed to be right. But whereas Maxwell acknowledged it, fought it, Olivia had ignored it, that god-like power her soul seems to crave, to be able to decide who lives and who dies.

Olivia had believed that if she ignored it long enough, it would disappear. She was wrong, instead as she ignored it, it had become a brewing hurricane, begging to be set free.

"What are you thinking?" James asked as he kissed her neck, letting his teeth graze the sensitive skin, causing shivers to erupt.

"How you should stop distracting me," she answered, finally turning to face him. Olivia was still very aware of his bare chest and she can't help the blood that rushed to her cheeks at the sight of his golden complexion from years under the sun.

James then placed another kiss by the side of her mouth, half an inch away from her lips. "You think I'm distracting?"

Olivia let out a defeated sigh as she completely turned her back on her work and faced him, her arms wrapping around his neck and her pregnant stomach touching his. "If you're going to kiss me, kiss me."

James smirked as Olivia pushed him back on the bed, her lips attaching to his as her hands explored from his neck to his shoulders.

"What happened to the essay?" James teased in between kisses.

Olivia grunted as his warm hands slid under her shirt. "Forget the essay."

However before anything can happen, the door burst open, revealing a very distressed Sirius Black who gave the couple a weird look. "Are you two doing the freaky?"

James groaned as Olivia moved away from him, glaring at his best friend. "You know, pads, you have amazingly shitty timing."

"So you're not, right?" The boy asked again as he loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt.

Olivia let out a sigh as she stared at the ceiling. "No, Sirius, we're not having sex."

With that, Sirius shamelessly wiggled himself between the couple after throwing James a discarded shirt on the floor to which the boy begrudgingly slip on. "I need cuddles and advice."

"Get it from Moony," James says as he lightly pushes the boy away.

"Moony's sulking. Samuel broke up with him," Sirius explains sadly as he cuddles with a pillow. "Or whatever it is they had going on. What's up with that, by the way?"

Olivia glared at the boy, realizing he was not going away. "I don't know, pads. It's probably something to do with attachment issues. All Kinsley children sure as hell seem to have it."

"Yeah," Sirius said absentmindedly, his voice becoming suddenly becoming sadder. "Feelings are weird."

James and Olivia shared a look, knowing that the older Black rarely ever acts like this.

"What happened?" Olivia asked softly, opening her arms for Sirius to cuddle in to her upon seeing the tears hat slowly fell from his eyes.

"Kat doesn't love me," he says softly, his voice cracking as James wrapped his own arms around his best friend so he was cuddled between the couple.

"Is that what she said?" James asked, knowing the relationship his two best friends shared. It was simply impossible to believe that Katherine Summers did not love Sirius Black. Her eyes tells a different story.ย 

"She said she can't be with me," he says, his voice low. "That she's scared to be with me and that she doesn't think she can ever be with me."

"Do you love her?" Olivia asked.

"How do you know when you love someone?"

It was James who answered this time, his eyes meeting Olivia's. "When I was little, I thought love was about red roses and fancy dinners. Truth is, love is about giving her your chocolate milk because she didn't like her green tea. It's waking up at 4am to get the pickles she's been craving. It's staying in the same uncomfortable position because she's sleeping on your chest and letting her have half of your food even though she said she didn't want it. Love isn't pretty and romantic. Love is stumbling through life with the person you want to spend it with."

"But how do you know she's the one?" Sirius asked again.

"I don't think you realize you love someone until you do," Olivia tells him as her intertwined with James'. "I think that's what makes it beautiful. There's no loud, screeching halt inside of your heart, no neon sign that suddenly lights up to let you know you've found your favorite person. One day you're just sitting across from someone and everything inside of you feels safe. However, there's this fear. That sudden fear that consumes you when you realize this person has become something more than you ever thought they would be. When you realize you can easily lose them with a snap of a finger. When their smiles and laughter becomes something you fear to never see again. That's when you know it's love."

"Love is hard," Sirius concluded. "It hurts."

"That's when you know it's true," Olivia tells him softly, remembering Minnie's words.

"Will I ever get over her?"

"Do you want to?" James asked him.

"I'm scared I'll never be able to," he admits. "What if I never get over her? What if I continue to wake up everyday of my fucking life and still want her so badly my bones shake so much that it feels like they're going to break? What if I keep waiting for a letter or a sign from god that never comes? What if she's the One but I'm not?"

"You beg her for another chance," James says. "You show her you're not who you were. That you're worth her love."

"But what if she doesn't want me to?" He asks, his voice shaking.

"Then you let her go," Olivia tells him softly. "You respect her and you leave."

"It's hard," Sirius whimpers.

"Yeah," James agrees as he hugged his best friend tighter. "But you can do it. And you'll always have me. I'll help you through it. We're brothers."

Olivia smiles at the two, in awe of the bond they shared. It reminded her of herself and Maxwell. Two halves of a soul. "Don't worry, Paddy. We'll always be here for you."

"You're my family," Sirius tells them. "You're the only family I have."

Olivia smiles at him. "And you're never going to lose us."

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OLIVIA WANTED TO KNOW WHO her father is. She had searched through Maxwell's journal but what came next after his revelation were blank pages that mocked her.

The name Tom Riddle held no significance in any book she looked for. Instead, it's as if it never existed and so she did all she can think of.

She needed Maxwell.

She couldn't help but feel uncomfortable with the looks she was receiving as she entered the Slytherin common room, a place she hasn't been in for months.

She felt unwelcome. It was no longer the place she had once considered to be her home. Instead, it was nothing but room full of strangers.

Thankfully, she quickly spotted him in a corner, eyes focussed on the book on his lap that he hadn't noticed Olivia approach him.

"Regulus," she greets quietly, wary of the ears and eyes very obviously watching her every move. "Can we talk?"

Regulus looked at her then glanced at everyone in the room before nodding his head and leading her out.

Olivia wraps her arms around herself as she gives him a hesitant smile. "I'm sorry to bother you. I couldn't think of anyone else who knows Maxwell better."

She hadn't missed the way he took a deep breath when her brother's name escaped her lips, as if hearing it brought him physical pain.

Olivia can't help but compare him to Sirius. They shared similar features, like the eyes and the hair but whereas Sirius was built, Regulus was more on the lankier side. His pale skin was a perfect contrast to Sirius' tan ones and in a way, it made Regulus look more fragile, more breakable than his older brother.

"It's okay," he assured her, hands reaching to push away the strand of hair that had fallen to his face. "What did you want to talk about?"

"I was reading Maxwell's journal," she started and Regulus feels his heart plummet, already knowing what's coming next. "And it says there that my father isn't my father. Apparently it's a man named Tom Riddle."

Regulus reached for the locket hanging from his neck. It was Slytherin's locket which by birthright, meant it belongs to Maxwell and Olivia, but Maxwell knows what the locket does to the person wearing it and so does Regulus.

Perhaps the only thing stopping the thing from controlling him was the fact that his soul is empty. It had died with Maxwell, the love of his life. He was given a task and he's determined to finish it even if it cause him his life.

He then opened the locket, picking up the tiny vial inside of it before muttering a spell to bring it back to its original size.

Olivia's eyes scanned the vial as Regulus handed it to her. It was glowing, floating around the small area with it's own kind of magic and Olivia knew it was a memory.

"It's his," Regulus tells her, unable to say his name without his heart breaking in half. "Everything you want to know, it's there."

Olivia cradles the small vial in her hands, suddenly feeling a bile rise to her throat. This was all that's left of Maxwell. This time, it would be him. Truly him.

"Thank you," she tells him sincerely, her eyes showing the words her mouth could not say.

"Olivia," he says seriously, making sure she understands what he's about to say. "Only view the memory when you're ready. The things you'll find there, it might not be something you'd want to know. Sometimes, the truth isn't what we want it to be."








AUTHOR'S NOTE:

I'm so excited for the next
few chapters hehe.

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