"Sirius Loved James The Most And Got Jealous When James Talked To Another" I Say Into The Microphone

"Sirius loved James the most and got jealous when James talked to another" I say into the microphone of a disgusted crowd.

The crowd boos and I sigh, walking off the stage with my shoulders slumped, preparing my will of leaving all my letters that say, "James was the one Sirius truly loved the most" to my cat named "Prongs". Suddenly, some bodyguard aurors come in, grabbing my arms, taking me somewhere. "This one is definitely the girl, time to take her to the white room with rats". My eyes widened in realisation. The- the room with rats. I screamed, high pitched and deafening, "Please, I-I beg, I have a wi-"

"She's right."

I look up, startled, I see a tall, beyond handsome man in perfectly tailored Gryffindor robes. Sirius Black. Black stood there, smirking like the smug git he was.

The crowd gasped as Sirius Orion bloody Black stood there, confirming the once believed to be impossible. The aurors let my arms go, confusion bestowed upon their faces.

I crawl on my knees at Sirius' feet like he was some type of Greek god, assuming this is what Sirius would do to the James both Sirius and I have mentioned before.

"Th-thank you, I can now peacefully return home to my wife and cats at home". The crowd gasped. I looked around with my tear-stricken face as the bodyguard aurors from before looked horrified like I just announced I was the next survivor of the killing curse. They looked in their notes, "Thi- this can't be true! It just can't be".

My confusion deepened as they pulled out new papers, "In her reports, it says she doesn't ship Wolfstar. Yet here she says she has a wife and cats at home, and she's a woman". I looked around, the crowed murmuring in confusion at my lesbianism.

"How's that possible?"

"A non-homophobic- no, a lesbian- saying they don't ship Wolfstar?

"She's bluffing"

"Perhaps we've all just been wrong this whole time and we've just never see-"

"Oh, silence, don't talk with that nonsense"

Some noises upon the stage brought my attention along with the crowds. Everyone saw that the smug prat Sirius Black had dragged the James Potter himself, wearing Sirius' leather jacket, holding him tightly, saying he'd let everyone die if it meant James would be safe. I swore I saw a dust of pink across the aloof Black's cheeks.

The bodyguards dropped the notes, their hands trembling.

The crowd all had different levels of astonishment, and I swear I saw someone faint. Beaming, I confidently say into the fallen microphone.

"SIRIUS LOVED JAMES THE MOST AND GOT JEALOUS WHEN JAMES TALKED TO ANOTHER"