It started after Divination. Professor had you all handle some old crystal, muttering about “soul threads” and “shared dream states.” Most people rolled their eyes. You did too.

Then you started dreaming of Sirius Black.

One dream turned into many. The setting changed — the Astronomy Tower, the Black Lake, a quiet stretch of hallway with no one else around. But it was always him. And somehow, you.

In those dreams, you were different. Braver. You talked easily, even teased him. You laughed when he called you “trouble.” Once, you kissed him.

You never thought they were real. Just wishful thinking.

Then, during Potions, you forgot to look away. Sirius caught your gaze — properly, like he saw you for the first time. His expression changed. Just for a second.

That evening, he found you by the courtyard steps. Hands in his pockets, voice careful.

“I think we’ve been dreaming about each other,” he said.

You hesitated. “You think?”

“I know,” he said. “It wasn’t just one. The lake, the tower, the rain in the library window… you were there. Every time.”

You exhaled, unsure what to say.

“I didn’t think it was real either,” he added. “But today, in class — you looked at me the same way you do there. That’s when I knew.”

You met his eyes, finally.

“Me too,” you said quietly.

And Sirius just nodded, like something had settled.

“Good,” he said. “Because I’d really like to know you when we’re both awake.”