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Hold on Tight	By : cls2256 Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 7315 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter List
- 1-one
- 2-two
- 3-three
- 4-four
- 5-five
- 6-six
- 7-seven
- 8-eight
- 9-nine
- 10-ten
- 11-eleven
- 12-twelve
- 13-thirteen
- 14-fourteen
- 15-fifteen
- 16-sixteen
- 17-seventeen
- 18-eighteen
- 19-nineteen
- 20-twenty
- 21-twenty one
- 22-twenty two
- 23-twenty three
- 24-twenty four
- 25-twenty five
- 26-twenty six
- 27-twenty seven
- 28-twenty eight
- 29-Twenty nine
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Allie smoothed her gray knit jumper over her barely-there baby bump as she gazed in the grimy restroom mirror. She furrowed her brow upon completion of her inspection and sighed heavily. She looked absolutely ridiculous.
She was far too old to be wearing a Hogwarts school uniform, she concluded. She looked like a grown woman playing dress up in her old school clothes. She re-knotted her yellow and black necktie two or three times as doubt clouded her mind.
Was she really going to be able to pull this off?
She frowned, moving her fussing fingers from her tie to her hair. It must be humid today, as her curls were significantly frizzier than they were this morning. She tried desperately to smooth her afro down with a bit of water, but only made it worse—now she looked like a frizzy, half-drowned poodle.
Her stomach growled violently, distracting her from her appearance. She checked her watch; they should be arriving in Hogsmeade in less than 15 minutes. The train ride seemed longer than she’d remembered it being. She was well past the time she and Sirius typically ate dinner, and the boxes of macarons and licorice wands were not holding her over well.
She chalked her appearance up to a loss and made her way back to the train car compartment. Luna and Neville greeted her with friendly smiles as if she were an old friend. Neville had returned to the train car a couple hours ago, but Harry did not return with him. Neville didn’t know where he’d run off to, and since they were due to arrive any minute, Allie was beginning to worry.
“So, you’re sure Harry didn’t say when he’d be back?” Allie asked Neville, checking her watch once more.
“No,” Neville said, “I assume he’s with Hermione and Ron somewhere; otherwise, he would’ve come back here, I guess.”
Allie was not reassured by Neville’s lack of knowledge but sat down in the compartment anyway. Maybe Neville was right, perhaps he’d caught up with Ron or Hermione, or Slughorn summoned him back for tea. Sirius would’ve gone looking by now—maybe she should too? She took too long to decide, cursing her indecisiveness as the train rolled into the platform at Hogsmeade. The train hallway swarmed with students all dressed in their school robes, blocking any pathway she could’ve gone to search for Harry.
She, Neville and Luna merged into the crowd, shuffling along until they got to a door. She exited the train and looked around wildly; she spotted her brother, sisters, Ron, and Hermione, but not Harry. Hagrid’s gravelly but kind voice called over the noise of the crowd, beckoning first years to come with him. A few random voices, ones Allie assumed belonged to some of the prefects, called for older students to make their way to the carriages.
“Allie, are you coming along?” Luna asked.
“I’m going to wait for Harry,” she said, “I’ll catch up.”
The crowd thinned, and still no sign of Harry. She searched desperately for his untidy black hair and round glasses but was nowhere to be found.
“Wotcher, Allie!”
Allie spun around, surprised to find Tonks standing behind her. Allie prayed her gasp wasn’t audible, as Tonks looked downright terrible. Her typically vibrant hair was a dull shade of mousy brown, and her face lacked its typical youthful glow. Had she not been sleeping? Was she ill?
“Tonks,” she said, “What are you doing here?”
“I’m stationed here in Hogsmeade, to add security to the school,” Tonks said, “I’ve got a room at the Three Broomsticks.”
It was odd to see Tonks with such a sullen expression. She typically smiled warmly upon greeting a friend and laughed easily.
“You’ll be here the whole year?” she asked.
“Should be,” She said, “you’ll have to make time to have a cuppa with me between classes.”
“Absolutely,” Allie giggled. “Say, you didn’t by chance see Harry exit the train, did you?”
“No, I didn’t,” Tonks said plainly.
“I haven’t seen him for hours,” Allie said softly “I’m probably just paranoid, but I’m starting to worry,”
Tonks squinted at the train before pointing to one of the cars.
“That one’s got its blinds drawn,” she said suspiciously, “maybe we ought to have a look, just in case.”
They climbed into the scarlet steam engine a few cars up and began to look left and right.
“He’s got his invisibility cloak with him,” Tonks said, “You think maybe he’s hiding?”
“What for?” Allie asked
“No idea, just a thou—”
Tonks stumbled seemingly on thin air. She grabbed ahold of something invisible and pulled up, discovering Harry frozen on his back, blood oozing from his nose.
“Wotcher, Harry!”
With a jet of red light from Tonks’s wand, Harry was unfrozen. He got off the ground, wiping the blood from his face with the back of his hand.
“Tonks? What are you doing here?” Harry asked
“I’m stationed here in Hogsmeade!” She said, “Allie mentioned she didn’t see you get off the train, and when we saw the blinds down on this compartment, we figured we better check.”
The chandeliers above them jingled as the entire car vibrated. The train lurched with a squealing groan and began to inch along.
“Come on,” Tonks said, “We need to get off here— we’ll have to jump. Allie, you first,”
They ran a few cars up to the doorway as the train began to pick up speed. Allie looked out the door, eyeing the platform with uncertainty.
“Go!” Tonks cried
She swore under her breath and leapt off, praying she was agile enough to stick the landing. She landed with a stagger but on her feet, at least. She spun around to see that Tonks and Harry followed right along, landing just ahead of her on the platform.
“You alright, Allie?” Tonks asked,
“Yeah,” she said, straightening her robes “Let’s go.”
As they walked towards the impressive castle, Allie noticed just how melancholy Tonks appeared to be. She hadn’t smiled in the slightest, not even through the casual conversation she was having with Harry. She explained all about how she and a few other Aurors were stationed in Hogsmeade for the school year. Allie felt a shiver down her spine when Tonks mentioned one of the Aurors in the group was Dawlish. She hoped she’d never run into him this year.
At the edge of Hogwarts’s grounds, they were met by a large wrought iron gate, padlocked together with locks the size of a turtle. Harry pulled out his wand, pointed it at the padlock and confidently said,
“Alohomora.”
Nothing happened. Harry furrowed his brow as Tonks let out a flat bark of laughter. Seeing someone laugh without a fleeting hint of a smile was extremely off-putting.
“That’s not gonna cut it for these locks,” Tonks said, “Dumbledore enchanted them himself— the whole castle has tightened security this year.”
She flourished her wand, and a large silver animal burst from her wand and ran towards the castle. Allie narrowed her eyes as she tried to see what the animal was; it was different than the jackrabbit she remembered.
“Was that a Patronus?” Harry asked
“Yeah, I was letting them know I’ve got you and Allie,” she said, “otherwise they’ll worry. You want me to fix that broken nose for you?”
Harry eyed Tonks with uncertainty. Allie had been observing the state of his injury the entire walk here and felt confident this was something she could assist with. It appeared to be crushed but should be relatively easy to put back in place. She may not have advanced Healer training, but she felt she was much more qualified to repair broken bones in comparison to Tonks.
“Harry, I can fix your nose,” Allie offered softly. “If you’d like...”
“Yeah, Allie’s the Healer, let her fix it!” Tonks agreed.
She flushed, choosing not to correct Tonks that she wasn’t a healer yet, on the sole basis it made her feel good to be called that.
” Alright,” Harry said, standing up straight.
Allie pointed her wand at his face, rolled her shoulders back and said confidently,
“Episkey!”
Harry yelled as a snap echoed in the darkness. He raised a hand and felt his nose gingerly.
“Feels back to normal,” he said “Thank you,”
“Sure,” she nodded. “Hold on, you have some blood—tergio!”
The blood siphoned from his face and disappeared into thin air. Harry smiled gratefully at Allie, making her blush even more. He turned his attention back to the fence,
“We could just climb the fence, it’d be quicker.”
“No, you can’t,” Tonks said simply. “Anti intruder charms run the whole perimeter.”
Harry sighed impatiently, “Well, are we just going to have to sleep out here, then?”
Tonks squinted off towards the castle, then pointed at a dim lantern just barely visible.
“No, it looks like they got our message.”
As the lantern got closer, Allie heard Harry groan a contemptuous, “Oh, no…” under his breath. Allie looked up, bemused to see Severus Snape coming down the pathway, lantern bobbing in his hand.
“Well, well, well,” Snape sneered, peering at them through the lamplight, “Look at this gang of misfits.”
He opened the large metal gates, and Harry and Allie stepped inside.
“I meant for Hagrid to get the message,” Tonks said, airily.
“Hagrid was late to the feast, so I took the message,” Snape said “I was most interested in seeing your new Patronus—I must say, I liked the old one better. This new one is a bit... weak.”
Snape’s words were full of malice as he sneered at tonks. Allie saw a flash of anger on her face before she disappeared into the darkness behind them.
“Wanted to make an entrance, did you, Potter?” Snape sneered as they walked along the path “flying car wasn’t enough for you—you wanted to make sure everyone saw the famous Harry Potter enter the Great Hall.”
Harry said nothing, but Allie could see his jaw clench in the lamplight.
“And how about you, Murphy? Enjoying playing godmother with the mutt you call your boyfriend, eh?”
Allie felt heat flood her cheeks. The last thing she wanted was to be on the receiving end of Snape’s venomous insults.
“Doting on precious Potter, treating him like he’s your own—isn’t having your own enough for you? It certainly didn’t take you two very long to get knocked up. Did you miss wrangling your litter of siblings so much you wanted to have your own?”
Allie felt a lump form in her throat. Snape had never been cruel to her when she was a student before— not that he was a ray of sunshine— but never this malicious. The logical side of her brain told her his cruelty was not actually directed at her, despite him abusing the fact she gave up everything to help her mother with her siblings. In some sick, unhealthy way, he was insulting her by extension of Sirius. She understood that he didn’t forgive Sirius for all that he did to him during their school days, but she felt it was a little unfair for him to try to prod at her—she did nothing to him to deserve such treatment.
But still, he was a teacher, and she was a student, despite being ten years older than her classmates. Dumbledore had told Allie she had the privileges of a staff member, but something in the back of her mind told her that if she directly mouthed off to Snape, even Dumbledore wouldn’t wave her detention.
“50 points from Gryffindor for your tardiness,” Snape sneered at Harry “And another 20 for the lack of school robes. 30 points from Hufflepuff, for aiding in Potter’s publicity stunt. I don’t believe any house has ever been in the negatives this soon into the school year, and here we have two— and we haven’t even started the pudding yet.”
Allie and Harry were silent the rest of the way up to the castle, trying not to step on Snape’s toes. Allie’s mind did wander for a moment back to Tonks’s new Patronus—what was that? A bear? A wolf? A dog? She wasn’t quite sure.
They entered the Great Hall, and she scanned the Hufflepuff table, praying she could slip into a seat unnoticed. She feared that her enormous mane of red curls and noticeable age difference would flash like a spotlight. Rory must’ve seen her, as he waved and scooted over in his seat. She felt a wave of relief, and rushed over to him, eager to get away from Snape before he could come up with any more cruel things to say.
“Where were you?” he asked as she slipped into her seat. “You’ve missed most of the feast.”
“Sorry, got caught up,”
Allie felt most of the Hufflepuff’s eyes on her, and her cheeks grew hot. She mentally cursed herself for being an easy flusher, which in turn made her flush more. Were they looking at her because she was late? Or because she was obviously older than a typical student? She forced herself to keep her eyes on the table, rather than look around to examine the expressions on her housemates’ faces. She reached for a giant turkey leg, but it disappeared before she could grab ahold. A moment later, the center of the table was replaced with dessert puddings, cupcakes, and cookies.
“Damn it,” she whispered.
Her stomach growled as she plucked a white cupcake from the center of the table and shrugged. Her diet consisted of sweets on the regular, but hopefully, only sugar for an entire day wouldn’t give her too terrible a stomach ache tonight.
When Dumbledore stood to make his speech, she couldn’t help but gasp along with the rest of the students at Dumbledore’s blackened hand. Sirius had told her his hand looked terrible, but she didn’t expect it to look like it was rotting off. Dumbledore merely smiled and shook his purple robes over his hand and continued to speak. With everyone’s eyes on Dumbledore instead of her, Allie took this time to scan the crowd of students, taking note in the platinum-haired boy at the Slytherin table, miming a broken nose to his friends. Allie grimaced; bullies made her insides crawl.
“Rory,” she whispered, leaning over to her brother “What do you know about Draco Malfoy?”
“Malfoy?” Rory looked surprised, “Why?”
“You read about his father in the papers this summer,” Allie said, “I’m just curious.”
Rory grimaced “He’s a 6th-year Slytherin Prefect—a real git if you ask me. The Slytherins worship him, but he enjoys tormenting younger students to get a laugh from his mates.”
“I see…”
Allie looked away sharply as Draco’s eyes met her from across the hall. She dared not look back in his direction, but could still feel his eyes piercing into her as she fought the heat creeping up her neck once more.
Dumbledore’s speech went just about how Allie assumed it would, asking students to follow curfew rules and explaining tightened security on the castle. A moment after he finished speaking, the desserts from the middle of the table disappeared. Allie’s stomach bubbled irritably from the four cupcakes she’d already eaten, but she would’ve reached for a fifth, maybe even sixth, had they not disappeared.
“Murphy!”
Allie whirled around at the crisp, tart voice of Professor McGonagall. McGonagall stood at the end of the Hufflepuff table, beckoning to her. She rose, unsure of herself, wondering if she would be chastised once again for being late to the feast.
“Come with me,” McGonagall said, “I’ve much to show you.”
Allie followed McGonagall out of the Great Hall and down the corridor.
“Albus has told you he has a suite prepared for you?”
“Um—” Allie said softly, “Yes, he mentioned it.”
McGonagall nodded. “The suite also serves as a connection between Hogwarts and 12 Grimmauld Place. Members of the Order of the Phoenix will use this room to get into the castle if Albus should require it.”
McGonagall led her to a portrait of a portly man picking grapes off a trellis. She approached the painting and cleared her throat. The man set down his basket of grapes and squinted at the both of them.
“Password?” he asked.
His voice was higher pitched and more nasally than Allie anticipated. McGonagall smiled politely at the portrait,
“Padfoot,” she said confidently.
The portrait swung open, and McGonagall flashed Allie a ghost of a smile before stepping through the portrait hole. Allie followed, mouth dropping open at the sight of a more elegant room than she was anticipating.
A large emerald couch sat in front of a grand crackling fireplace. Bookshelves lined the far wall, appearing to be stocked with dozens upon dozens of text and reference books. A bedroom was adjacent to the living space, fitted with a king-sized bed with inviting fluffy white pillows. A bathroom was also off the bedroom, equipped with a bathtub the size of a public children’s pool.
“All this...” Allie whispered. “for me?”
“Yes, Albus wanted you to be comfortable—whether it be to study between classes, to nap, or to have a quiet place away from a screaming newborn baby…”
McGonagall gave her a small smile.
“I’d like you to refrain from telling anyone about this floo connection. Sirius, of course, already knows about it, as well as other members of the Order, but knowledge of this connection mustn’t fall upon the wrong ears.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” Allie said, “mums the word.”
“Good girl—”
Allie’s stomach growled loud enough that McGonagall head it. Allie flushed as she placed a hand on her irritable stomach.
“Did you get enough to eat? Or did you miss most of the feast?”
Allie shook her head as the heat from her flush crept into her ears “I missed all of the dinner courses.”
“A woman in your condition needs proper nutrition,” McGonagall said. “Come— let’s go to the kitchens and see what we can do.”
The kitchens were full of bustling house elves, scrubbing pots and pans and shrieking to one another. Allie felt a surge of anger when she saw Kreacher carrying a large bowl. Sirius had sent him to the kitchens hereafter he showed him and the Order extreme disloyalty at the beginning of the summer. She felt, however, if Sirius would’ve treated Kreacher a little better, he’d maybe have been more inclined to stay on their side. Perhaps the only way with Kreacher was to kill him with kindness.
“Hello, Kreacher,” Allie said.
“Master’s wench here at Hogwarts? Maybe she’s left him, yes, she’s left the ruddy bastard. Finally came to her senses…”
Allie bit her lip, frustrated on what to say next when another house-elf popped up.
“Hello Professor McGonagall, Hello miss—what can Pitts do for you both?”
“Miss Murphy did not get enough to eat at the feast,” McGonagall said, “Would you be willing to whip up something for her?”
“Absolutely,” Pitts bowed. “Pitts will make sure the miss is well-fed.”
Six house-elves jumped into action. Spoons and utensils flew left and right as the squeaked orders to each other. Allie felt a little uncomfortable with the house elves making dinner, especially for her, but she noticed just how happy they all looked doing it. She giggled as they presented a large plate of spaghetti to her enthusiastically, treating her as if she were a queen.
“Thank you,” Allie giggled, “I appreciate it.”
Pitts bowed “No, miss, thank you! Thank you!”
A grumbling Kreacher reluctantly brought her a glass of water. Allie turned towards Kreacher and gave him a nod.
“Thank you, Kreacher,” she said.
Kreacher looked at her, shocked. “Y-You’re very welcome, miss.”
He looked at her like he’d never been thanked before in his entire life. Allie’s heart broke, because she assumed that Sirius had never thanked him for anything. She’d need to discuss that with him.
She finished her spaghetti as she watched the house-elves scrub the kitchen from head to toe. She bid the house-elves farewell and made her way back to her suite. She reached the grape enthusiast’s portrait and gave him a pleasant smile.
“What’s your name, Luv?” he asked, “looks like I’ll be seeing a lot of you this year.”
“Allie,” she said.
“I’m Faustus Williamson-Abernathy, viticulturist,” he said, “password?”
“Padfoot.”
The portrait swung open. Allie crawled back inside and took a few minutes to observe the room without someone standing and waiting on her. She had her own tea bar, outfitted with beautiful gold and white china. The cupboards were stocked with small bags of snacks, such as almonds, raisins, treacle tarts, and Bertie Botts every flavor beans.
The bed looked immensely comfortable, but she refrained from testing it out this evening. If she crawled into this bed, she wouldn’t be getting back out of it.
The bathroom was even more impressive than she thought. The tub had about 8 different soap taps, including one labeled buoyant. She wasn’t sure what that one would do, but she was excited to test it out.
She smiled as she looked around the room one last time before grabbing a handful of floo powder from the bag hanging next to the mantle. The flames turned green as she stepped inside. She spoke slowly, clearly, ensuring she enunciated every word.
“Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place.”
Sirius lounged on the couch in the drawing-room, a glass of scotch resting on his lap, staring at the enormous tapestry encircling the room. He took a contemptuous sip of his scotch, scoffing as he read the family tree header in bold script letters,
The Most Ancient and Noble
House of Black
He never found being part of such an old family name to be very noble. He despised the surname Black, and he loathed that the tapestry would have to stay put. He’d tried everything from turpentine to Draught of Living Death to remove it, but nothing could counteract the impressive permanent sticking charm.
This room was the last remnants of what 12 Grimmauld Place used to be. Sirius finished painting the final hallway this afternoon, officially transforming the rest of the house into this decade—or century, more like it.
From the pale yellow in the nursery to the vibrant sapphire in his bedroom, the wall paint was the final touch in making the house feel like home. Gone were the recollection of stinging cheeks after slaps across the face, or memories of his mother screaming about how much of a disappointment he was night after night after night. Now, he’d create new memories here, like the sound of children giggling as they ran through the hallways, and singing yuletide carols around the kitchen table as they iced Christmas cookies. The entire house had a fresh start—all except this goddamn drawing-room.
Why Sirius chose to drink here this evening, he wasn’t sure. It would’ve made more sense to wait for Allie in the kitchen, as the main floo was in the basement. Why did he choose to sit in the one part of the house that made him feel miserable?
He took another sip of his scotch; maybe it was to remind him of where he’d come from? That all he suffered in his life was to lead him here, where he was sure he was getting his happy ending?
Sirius set his glass of scotch down on the coffee table the moment he heard the floo whir to life from downstairs. He sat up, eager for her arrival, and to hear all about her day. He smiled as she stepped inside the drawing-room a few moments later.
“Hey,” he said, standing up, “I waited up for you.”
“You didn’t have to do that, I know it’s late.”
She smiled, but her eyes looked unbelievably tired. He followed her up the stairs, firing questions left and right about how the train ride, feast, and whatever she’d been up to since. He followed her into the bedroom, on pins and needles with excitement and curiosity.
“Everything went mostly alright,” she began.
His excitement and curiosity felt like a beetle squashed by a large steel-toed boot. Sirius furrowed his brow,
“Mostly? what happened?”
“Harry got into an altercation with Draco Malfoy. his nose was broken.”
“What?!”
Allie delivered this type of news with an unanticipated calmness. Sirius felt anger surge through him—he’d make sure to break the little Malfoy brat’s nose the next time he ran across him. Allie tossed pieces of her uniform onto the floor carelessly as she changed into her pajamas.
“He’s alright, I mended his nose, but he and I were late to the feast.”
“What happened? Why were they fighting?” Sirius asked urgently, “Did Harry get any good swings in?”
“I don’t know, he didn’t say,”
She pulled on a white tank top, then knotted her hair in a bun on top of her head. She crawled in bed, settling herself into the mattress with a satisfied sigh. She closed her eyes, and Sirius tapped his foot impatiently.
“You seem rather relaxed about this,” he said pointedly.
Allie opened her eyes but didn’t sit up. “He’s alright Sirius, I promise. Please, can I fill you in tomorrow morning? I’m so tired...”
After a moment, Sirius let out the breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. He nodded stiffly, then looked at the clock—it was incredibly late, and he knew she needed to be up early for her lessons. He took a few deep breaths, calming himself before changing into his pajamas and crawling into bed next to her. He spooned her, fitting his body around hers and nuzzling his head into her neck.
“Did you have a good time, aside from mending broken noses?”
“Mhmm…” Allie hummed sleepily.
Sirius kissed the crook of her neck a few times, softly. He listened to her breathing, matching the rise and fall of her chest with his. This calmed him further, the rage of hearing about Harry’s altercation diminished with each breath.
“I’m so proud of you, you know,” he murmured “for going back to school, for all the hard work you’re going to be putting in, for taking this on while we have a little one on the way…”
He slid his hand under her shirt and placed his palm on her stomach in hopes of feeling any sort of movement. Her skin felt like expensive silk under his palms, smooth and blemish-free. He held his hand here for a moment, wondering if he imagined a small kick from the infant inside her belly. It was so soft, so slight, and so quick he didn’t even process movement until a few seconds after. Whether he imagined it or not, his heart swelled in his chest, and he felt an overwhelming surge of emotion for Allie and their baby.
“I love you, Allie,” he whispered, “I love you so goddamn much…”
He was met with a soft snore, one that he couldn’t help but smile at. He nuzzled his head back into her neck and closed his eyes, and allowed sleep to take him.
Author's Notes:
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