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Still not sure when it will be posted but hopefully by the end of March!

Here's a sneak peek to show you what I have planned...

Chapter One of Third Time's the Charm

The One With A Second Chance

Queen blared from the speakers as Sirius hummed along with the beat of Radio Gaga. He smiled as James began to hum under his breath next to him, shaking his hips to the beat. When he started to move his head and fist pump the air as he quite frankly, jammed out, Sirius stifled a laugh. When he began to sing along, Sirius couldn’t help but smile at his friend. He wiggled his own hips along, knocking them against James’ as they grinned widely at each other.

By the time the second verse started, James was singing loudly and powerfully, his smooth voice echoing in the workshop around them.

“Let’s hope you never leave, old friend. Like all good things, on you we depend. So stick around, ‘cause we might miss you, when we grow tired, of all this visual. You had your time, you had the power! You’ve yet to have your finest hour, radio! Radio!” James sang.

When he caught Sirius’ eye, he grabbed the wrench like a microphone and began to really sing as he clapped his hands together.

“All we hear is radio ga ga! Radio goo goo! Radio ga ga! Sing it, mate! All we hear is radio ga ga! Radio goo goo! Radio ga ga! All we hear is radio ga ga! Radio blah blah! Radio, what’s new? Some-one still loves you!”

Sirius snorted. “Do they now?”

James shrugged. “Well, I mean, there has to be at least one person who loves you, Padfoot. No one I know, obviously…”

“Piss off,” Sirius said, biting back a laugh.

James reached a hand up to scratch his cheek and spread engine grease all over his face.

Sirius shook his head. “You’re hopeless, Prongs.”

James attempted to wipe it off, but instead only smeared it even worse. “I don’t even understand how this shit gets everywhere!” When he only succeeded in blackening himself more, he pouted. “Help me!” he whined.

Sirius chuckled and reached for a cloth, moving to stand in front of his best mate and brother to scrub his face clean. “There. Hopeless.”

“I’m not hopeless, I’m just not good with the whole machine thing. That’s a wheel, right?”

“Smart arse,” Sirius said, throwing the towel at him. “If you can’t honour the bike, get out of the workshop.”

James chuckled. “That’s the moto-so-che bonneville harley, right?”

“I hate you.”

James grinned and passed his friend the wrench. “Love you, too, brother.”

Marauder barked and ran in a circle around James as Lady Godiva merely lifted her head to watch the dog, looking very unimpressed with Marauder’s antics.

They both looked up when someone came to the door and Fleamont stood there, a smile on his face.

“Boys, getting up to trouble out here?”

“Never, Dad,” James said.

He chuckled. “That’s what I thought. Why don’t you come inside? Fee and Lily have prepared a picnic for lunch. Misha is joining us.”

“I hope Fee and the house elves made it,” Sirius said. “If it was Evans, I might not want to risk it.”

“I heard that Sirius Black!” Lily exclaimed, coming up behind Fleamont. “That was one time and I was pregnant with your godson!”

“So you say,” he teased. “I just remember you trying to poison me and Prongs forcing Moony and I to eat it.”

Lily shook her head in amusement before she moved towards Sirius to kiss his cheek. She took James’ hand in hers. “Well, come risk it if you dare. Misha wants to talk to you anyway.”

James tugged on her hand to pull her up against him so that he could kiss his wife deeply. “I love you, Lily.”

“I love you, too,” she said, grinning up at him with her heart in her eyes.

They kissed again and Sirius turned back towards his motorbike to give his friends a moment of privacy.

“I’ll meet you out there in a minute. I just want to finish something first and you two can get the snogging out of your system in the meantime.”

“Never!” James scoffed. “Have you seen these lips? They are the most perfect lips ever made!”

Lily squeezed her husband’s hand. “The sad part is that he’s talking about his own lips. Don’t be too long, Padfoot.”

James squeezed Sirius’ shoulder before wrapping his arm around his wife’s waist and leading her away from the bike. Fleamont put his hand on Sirius’ shoulder.

“Don’t be too long, son. You know Fee will want to feed you.”

Sirius nodded. “I won’t, Monty. Save me some of that treacle tart before Jamie eats it all.”

Fleamont chuckled. “No promises.”

Sirius grinned as he turned back to the bike. He picked up the wrench, humming along to “Radio Gaga” as the music seemed to grow louder, rumbling in in his ears like the wireless was moving closer and closer to him. Then, something flashed at his right. He turned, his eyebrow furrowed in confusion as music blared in his ears. He smelt her soap before he saw her and when she flashed again, covered in blood, his eyes widened.

“Zee! What…?”

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice echoing as the music stopped around him. “I tried to stop them.”

Sirius reached for her, but just as he touched her, his hand passed right through her. Before he could contemplate the vision before him, something punched him right in the chest. It hit him so hard that all of the breath was knocked out of him. He felt like his chest was caved in and that every rib was broken and stabbing him somewhere different. He gasped for breath, his eyes on Zee flashing in and out before him.

“Zee? Zee, where are you?” he demanded, but she flashed again and vanished before his eyes.

“Sirius?” Euphemia asked from the doorway. “Are you coming?”

“Fee…” he whispered, blood bubbling at his mouth.

“Sirius?” she called out, seeming to stare right through him. “Darling, are you in here?”

Euphemia stepped right past him as if she couldn’t see him. Sirius started to speak, unsuccessfully attempting to reach for her when suddenly, hands sprung out from the ground and tightly gripped him by his ankles. He tried to shake them off, ventured to jump away, but the grip was too strong. He reached for Euphemia again, his eyes wide before the hands around his ankles yanked. His boots sank into the ground like quicksand and he was abruptly pulled into the earth. The scream tore through him so loudly that it scorched his throat and Zee’s terrified face flashed before him.

“Zahira!” he cried out. “Zahira!”

He was dragged through the mud; falling and rising like he was clawing his way to the surface, but the surface of what he didn’t know. He swallowed the earth; dirt in his eyes, in his nose, in his mouth. He could hear voices calling him and then there was nothing but the earth and the pain in his chest.

Pain unlike anything he’d ever felt before.

Sharp, searing pain that made him taste his own blood.

Pain like something was being ripped apart inside of him, something that he tried desperately to hold onto to, but no matter how hard he fought, the more it ripped and tore free.

And then there was only blackness.

~ TTTC ~

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