PotH: Revolution [PART 2] (NSFW)

For a split second, Dart's mouth curved up ever so slightly, but was gone just as quick. "It's just like you told me. You really gotta start paying attention."

She blushed, but wished his smile would stay. "Okay. I can do that."

Aurora's tail wagged and she hugged her brother. Not her usual tackle, but a real hug. It was something she rarely gave to anyone. "She's had enough sadness," she whispered. "Try and cheer up a little bit, please?"

Dart looked at his sister, nodded, returning the embrace with a simple pat on the back. "I'll give it a shot," he whispered back.

She gave him a squeeze and bounded over to Sirius to huggle him happily. "Arf!"

"Arf!" Sirius responded, returning the embrace.

A soft sound escaped Dart, like a snicker. He shook his head. "Puppy love. How cute."

Aurora's tail wagged. "I think he's cute."

Danny giggled.

Sirius laughed, tail wagging. "I don't mind puppy love, at all!"

"Whatever floats your boat." ...Why couldn't he be as happy as those two, he wondered idly. "...Anyway, aren't we walking?"

"Yes!" Aurora realized and half-dragged Sirius off.

Much later, Danny watched the two of them - the last ones of the group - leave. It was dark out, and she gazed into the sky. So many pretty stars...

"A good night to watch the stars, huh?" Dart had just returned with a pair of glasses of water, handed one to her.

She took it, sniffed idly before drinking. "I've never seen them before."

"Hm. That's disappointing, when your name means one."

"He named me after her," she murmured. "He called me leftovers because I'm what's left from what he did to her. But she said my name isn't bad, and if I'm named after her..."

She looked over. "Do you think I can be good like her?"

He took a swig of his glass, looked over at her. "If you're thinking like that, then I'd say you're at least on the right path."

She smiled. "Really?"

He nodded. "Of course, you could already be at that point."

She blushed. "Nu-uh."

"Don't be so modest. After all, I've yet to see you do anything that marks you as bad, in any way, shape, or form."

She nodded. "I don't want to be bad. I try to not be."

"And you do a good job of it. Why would you even think of yourself as bad, at all?"

She frowned. "Because I'm supposed to do bad things..."

His eyes narrowed. "You mean what they trained you for..."

She nodded. "It's very bad... I want to stay here so I don't have to do any of it. I don't want to hurt anyone."

"Then stay. Simple as that. Don't hurt."

She nodded. "But you wanted to go. You said you'd go first."

He shook his head. "I'm not going to kill the people that want to kill us, just because it's the 'right thing to do.' After all, in the eyes of Death, it doesn't matter who's right or wrong."