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Be Careful What You Wish For	By : cls2256 Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 5049 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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“Are you alright, Harry? Do you need help?”
“No, no nothing like that. I— I just wanted to talk— about my dad.”
James? This seemed odd, for Harry to sneak to a fireplace to simply to ask about his dad out of the blue, but nevertheless Sirius was happy that he called. He and Remus kneeled in front of the hearth in the kitchen, the fire warming their faces.
“What about him?” Sirius asked.
Sirius’s stomach churned with shame as Harry recounted a memory that he didn’t particularly like thinking about. A certain moment after finishing their OWLs, and James had turned Snape into a spectacle. They had been particularly cruel to him this day, but was still a little surprised that Snape considered this to be his worst memory.
It was stupid kid stuff— James and Snape never liked each other. He wasn’t proud of the way they had treated Snape that day and others, but didn’t think much more of it than just he and James being arrogant teenagers.
“Look, Harry,” Remus said, clearing his throat once Harry finished his recount of Snape’s memory “I wouldn’t like you to judge your father on what you saw. He was only 15—“
“I’m 15!”
“Look, Harry,” Sirius ran a hand through his hair, sighing “James and Snape hated each other from the moment they set eyes on each other. It was just one of those things; surely you can understand that?” he shifted awkwardly “I think James was everything Snape wanted to be— I mean, Snape was an oddball, always up to his neck in the Dark Arts. James hated the Dark Arts.”
“Yeah,” said Harry “but he just attacked Snape for no good reason,” This time Harry shifted awkwardly “Well, actually, because you said you were bored…”
“I’m not proud of it.” Sirius said quickly.
Remus looked at Sirius from the corner of his eye, then back to the fireplace. “Look Harry, what you have to understand is that your father and Sirius were the best in the school at everything they did. Everyone thought they were the height of cool. If they sometimes got a bit carried away—”
“If we were sometimes arrogant little jerks, you mean?”
Remus smiled; surely he remembered calling him and James this frequently once he had been made Prefect.
“He kept messing up his hair!” Harry interjected
Ah, yes. James thought he looked so cool with messy hair. He used to ruffle his hair anytime Lily was nearby, hoping to catch her attention. Sirius chuckled softly,
“I had forgotten he used to do that!”
“And how he used to play with a snitch? He thought it made him look cool.” added Remus.
Harry scoffed “Well, I thought he was a bit of an idiot.”
It was Sirius’s turn to scoff; however, he did it with a playful tone. “Of course he was— we were all a bit of an idiot! Well, not Moony, really.”
“Did I ever tell you to lay off Snape?” Remus said, the smile fading from his face “Did I ever have the guts to keep you two in order?”
“Well, er, no— but you made us feel ashamed of ourselves sometimes.” Sirius turned back to Harry “Look, lots of blokes were idiots at the age of 15. James grew out of it.”
“I just never thought I’d feel sorry for Snape…” Harry muttered
“Speaking of,” Remus said “How did Snape react to you seeing this memory in his pensive?”
“He told me he would never teach me Occlumency again.”
“WHAT?!” Sirius cried “That’s it— I’m coming up there and having a word with him.”
Anger flooded through Sirius as he made to stand up; didn’t Snape know the risk of Voldemort having access to Harry’s mind? Was his pride really worth sacrificing Harry’s safety?
Snape doesn’t care about Harry, so why should it matter to him? Of course he would rather nurse his pride.
Remus grabbed his shoulder and wrenched him back down. “No, if anyone will speak to Severus, it’s me,” Remus said “Harry, you need to tell him that under no circumstances is he to stop giving you Occlumency lessons. You learning Occlumency is the most important thing.”
“Alright, alright,” Harry said impatiently “Is someone coming down the stairs? I hear footsteps.”
Sirius turned back, expecting to see Allie, but she was nowhere in the line of sight.
“I don’t think so,” said Sirius “It must be someone on your end.”
With that, Harry yanked his head out of the fireplace quickly, and the flames changed from an emerald green to orange. Sirius felt a pang of sadness to see Harry go; he would’ve liked the chance to chat with him more.
But he was still angry. Snape really had refused to give Harry any more Occlumency lessons simply because Harry stumbled upon a bad memory? The thought baffled him at just how quick Snape was willing to throw Harry to the wolves.
“Snape cannot stop these lessons,” Remus said “doesn’t he know how dangerous the connection between Harry and Voldemort’s mind will be if Harry lets him in?”
“Probably, he probably doesn’t care.”
“Dumbledore trusts Snape—“
“Yeah, well I don’t!”
Sirius stormed away irritably, marching up the few flights of stairs and back to his bedroom. Allie was sitting on the windowsill, observing the front courtyard of the townhomes of Grimmauld Place. She turned to him upon his entry, her brow furrowing.
“Everything alright?” she asked
“Oh yeah, just Snivellus being Snivellus— cares more about his pride than teaching Harry Occlumency,” Sirius began pacing around the room “He had a pensive, and Harry accidentally stumbled upon a memory…”
He relayed the memory to Allie as he continued to pace. Her face went through a reel of expressions as he spoke, seeming to grow more uncomfortable with the memory the longer he talked. Once he finished, she was silent for nearly a minute before speaking in her signature near-whisper.
“You were cruel to him.”
“That’s what you got from that?” he grumbled “James did most of it, but yeah, I guess I egged him along a bit.”
Allie’s cheeks flushed. She crossed her arms and shook her head, turning her gaze back out the window.
“I just can’t believe you ever took part in humiliating another person like that.”
Sirius opened and closed his mouth a couple times, unsure of how to respond. “I mean, I’m not proud of that day, but we were 15—“
“Harry is 15,” she interjected “I don’t recall hearing stories of him and his friends doing such things. I was 15 once, and I didn’t suspend people I didn’t like up in the air by their ankles.”
Sirius seethed with irritation. He wasn’t sure why he was letting her words get under his skin so much, but they were. He knew partly his anger with Snape was causing him to get short with her, but this thought didn’t stop him from snapping at her.
“You weren’t there; you know nothing of that day, or Snape as a teenager.”
“Maybe not, from what you told me, it seemed like picking on Snape was regular fun for your lot.”
“Well I’m sorry I’m not perfect, Allie,” Sirius snapped “I’m sorry I’m not so fucking perfect to have not made a mistake or two in my life.”
“I didn’t mean it like that—“
“Then how did you mean it? Because I was an idiot teenager you now think I need chastising 20 years after the fact?”
“I— I just meant—“
“Because last time I checked, you weren’t so fucking perfect either. Sent to Azkaban for ripping off your bakery job? Classy.”
Allie’s face turned beet red. “I stole that money to buy groceries, for my family, if you recall.”
He knew this. He knew why she had done what she had, that she had a noble reason for breaking the law, despite it being a mistake. The logical side of his brain knew this, but the irritated and anger ridden emotional side of his brain wanted to throw it back in her face. She wanted to chastise him for making a mistake? Well, two could play that game.
“Oh, so it’s ok then? Because you have a bleeding heart reason for doing so? If you stole that money to go on a shopping spree, that would make it bad? You’ve fucked up in your life too, so get off your fucking high horse.”
Allie’s jaw was clenched so tight a small vein in her temple was popping out. “I don’t deserve this right now.” She muttered as she shook her head. She turned away from him, and walked out the bedroom door.
“And just where are you going?” he asked pointedly.
He followed her out and down the hall. She was walking with purpose, rather quickly, her hands balled into fists.
“Allie, where are you going?”
“Out.”
Sirius scoffed “Out where? You don’t work tonight.”
“Just out. Out for a walk, our for some air,” she made her way down the stairs now, not looking back “you’re not very pleasant to be around right now, so I think I’ll just go.”
Go?
Panic replaced all his anger and irritation; he didn’t want her to go. He started mentally kicking himself, knowing he was wrong to have been so harsh with her. Why was he such a git? So stupid to think he would feel better to put her down? Maybe that was the exact cruelty she was talking about— the cruelty he and James forced upon Snape. He always thought it was dumb teenage stuff; that he had grown out of it— but had he?
Allie was opposite of this— she was uncommonly kind. That was something he loved about her. Naturally someone as kind as she would be upset to hear of anyone— interested in the Dark Arts or no— was being mistreated. Allie’s kindness had always reminded Sirius of Lily in that respect and he remembered how furious Lily had been that day. He remembered how red her face got as she reprimanded James in front of everyone for making a spectacle of Snape.
Sirius knew 20 years ago that their treatment of Snape that day wasn’t fair, just as he knew it hadn’t been today. He wasn’t proud of the way he had treated him, and he certainly wasn’t proud of how he threw Allie’s crime back in her face. It was wrong of him, he knew this. What if he had just ruined everything—simply because he couldn’t keep his temper in check?
“I’m sorry, wait—“
Allie threw her traveling cloak around her shoulders, fastening the brooch clasp with shaking hands.
“Allie, just hold on—“
Allie ignored him, and made to exit. She had barely gotten the door open when Sirius reached above her head and slammed the door back shut and held it there with his palm.
“Please don’t go,” his voice broke as he spoke. “I’m sorry, please don’t go.”
A lump formed in his throat, his heart felt like it was falling out of him. He would lose his composure if he spoke the words running through his brain at lightning speed.
Please don’t go, please don’t leave me here. I’m an idiot, I’m sorry, please don’t go. I love you. Don’t leave. Don’t leave me.
She turned around, and her face softened at the sight of his expression.
“Oh, Sirius—”
Allie raised her palm to his cheek and stroked gently. He wanted to melt into her arms and beg for forgiveness, tell her how sorry he was, but the words wouldn’t form. All he was able to do was choke out a small, pathetic sentence.
“I can’t lose you.”
“You’re not losing me,” she reached out to cup his face with one hand, gently stroking his cheek with her thumb. He leaned into her palm, comforted by her touch. “I wasn’t leaving you, I was just leaving to get some air.”
She isn’t leaving? She doesn’t hate me that much? I would hate me. I sort of do hate me.
Allie stood on her tip toes and kissed him softly “why don’t you come with me? It’s a lovely evening for a walk.”
“You want me to come with you?” he asked incredulously
“Only if you apologize for being a git,” she said softly.
“I am sorry,” he breathed “I’m a git— a stupid, idiotic wanker, really.”
Allie smiled “Come on, let’s get some air— merlin knows you could use it.”
“But I’m not supposed to leave the house…”
She laughed gently, “When has that stopped you before?”
Allie drew her wand and flicked it at the umbrella stand. It transfigured to an orange dog leash and collar, and flew into her hand.
“Come on, Sirius— where is your sense of adventure?”
It was indeed a lovely evening for a walk. The breeze was gentle and warm, ruffling Sirius’s fur gently. The collar was a touch itchy, but he put up with it.
They walked around a few blocks, observing the blooming gardens of muggle homes until they reached the nearby pond at the edge of the local park. They lay in the grass, observing the few stars that could be seen from within the city limits. Sirius rested his head on Allie’s stomach, enjoying the sensation of her fingernails raking through his fur.
This is freedom. He thought. It was such a simple pleasure, sitting by a pond on a warm spring night, enjoying the breeze and the stars— if only this could be his reality every day.
When was the last time he was able to enjoy himself like this? Surely, he’d been outside numerous times since he escaped from Azkaban, but there was something about just taking a few moments to really enjoy being outside that made this such a humbling experience.
He was surprised she wanted to go on a walk with him, especially with how cruel he was to her. It was an error on his part, for sure. He wouldn’t allow himself to take his frustration out on her again.
“Kids were cruel to me,” she said softly, out of the blue “in school.”
Sirius moved his head to see her better, unable to speak as he was in his canine form.
“I am not fond of the nickname Mute Murphy, but it is rather fitting,” She continued to rake through his fur and she spoke, staring up at the sky “Kids used to tease me about my hair too— they would try to hide things in it, wondering how long I could go with pens, gum or other trinkets. They made fun of how big it was— I can’t help it, nothing I do can tame these curls.”
Sirius licked her hand gently. I like your curls. They’re lovely.
“Bullies are a little sensitive of a subject for me. I’m sorry I got so upset with you; I understand that was a long time ago— a different time.”
They laid in silence for another few minutes, but the silence wasn’t awkward. It was peaceful, enjoyable; they were comfortable in each other’s presence.
“Allie?”
Allie sat up abruptly, as did Sirius. Sirius whipped around, his heart pounding. Jack.
“Jack?” Allie said, standing up “What’re you doing here?”
“I started walking around this pond after work sometimes;” he said “clears my head, sort of.”
Sirius could smell the stench of alcohol on him from a few paces away. He looked rough; a 5 o clock shadow, bags under his eyes, his hair in need of a trim— still somewhat handsome, however.
“I’m glad you’re here,” Jack slurred “I’ve been meaning to talk to you.”
“You see me at work 4 days a week.” Allie furrowed her brow “You could talk to me whenever.”
“No, I wanted to speak with you alone,” he said, then turned his attention to Sirius “Is that the stray that came into the pub a few months ago?”
“Oh,” Allie flushed “y—yes. I found him again. He’s my dog now.”
Jack observed Sirius closely; Sirius let out a soft growl, sitting down. Jack continued to stare at him for a moment, and then looked back at Allie.
“I miss you, Allie— I feel lost without you.”
Jack stepped closer to Allie. She flushed even deeper, her nostrils flaring as she must’ve picked up on the strong stench of alcohol.
“How much have you had to drink?” she asked
“A bit.”
Jack stepped even closer. Allie placed her hands on his chest, seeming in an attempt to keep him from stepping closer. He grabbed her wrists gently and pulled her hands up to his face, kissing the backs of her fingers gently.
“Jack—“
“How could you do that to me?” he asked, now resting his cheek against her hands “How could you cheat on me? I loved you. I still love you.”
“I’m sorry,” Allie whispered “I didn’t intend for it to happen—“
“But it did happen,” Jack snapped, his grip tightened on her wrists “who is it? What’s the bloke’s name?”
“I’ve told you, I’m not comfortable sharing that,” Allie said “please let go of me.”
Sirius let out another growl, this time louder. He didn’t like how quick Jack was to snap at her.
“I want to know his name,” Jack growled, his words slurring together “I want to know who the asshole is that fucked my fiancée!”
“Jack, you’re hurting me,” Allie whimpered “please let go.”
“Tell me who it is!” Jack shouted, gripping her wrists so tight her hands were turning red “Tell me who he is so I can give him a piece of my mind!”
“Let go of me!” Allie squeaked
Sirius felt his blood boil. He transformed back into his human form and grabbed Jack by the shoulders and ripped him back away from Allie. He flailed as he stumbled backwards, but regained his footing. The moment he saw Sirius his face drained of all color, his mouth hung open and his eyes bugged.
“I believe she told you to let go of her, Jack.”
Sirius punched Jack across the jaw hard, instantly knocking him unconscious. The tall wizard crumpled to a heap onto the ground at Sirius’s feet.
“Sirius!” Allie hissed “He saw your face!”
“He was hurting you,” Sirius reached for her, taking her hands and examining her wrists. She hissed in pain, and pulled away. “Bloke was so drunk he didn’t know his own strength.”
“You need to get home,” She said urgently “before someone else comes along. I’ll get him home.”
“Let me help you—“
“No!” she squeaked “If someone else sees you, you’re done for. Please Sirius, if you’re—“her voice started shaking “— if you’re caught...”
“Allie,” Sirius reached for her hand, keeping in mind to remain gentle. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“If you’re seen, you will— you’ll go back to Azkaban.” she shook her head, swallowing hard. “I shouldn’t’ve brought you out. This was my mistake, it’s all my fault—“
Voices interrupted her; faint, but close by. They both froze for a second, listening. The voices were growing closer.
“Please Sirius, go!” she whispered urgently
“But—“
“GO!”
Sirius gritted his teeth. The last thing he wanted to do was leave her here alone, with a drunk and unconscious Jack, but the urgency in her voice and the panic in her eyes made him comply. He stepped back, closed his eyes, and allowed the world to compress him into darkness.
The sun was just starting to peak out over the horizon when the front door creaked open. Sirius sat up abruptly; he’d been on the couch in the drawing room since he’d gotten home, staring at the Black family tapestry as he awaited Allie’s return. He hustled out to the foyer to find her hanging her traveling cloak on the coatrack. She looked exhausted; her eyes were rimmed red and shadowed with dark purple bags.
“You hit him pretty good;” she said “he was out for nearly two hours.”
“How long did it take you to convince him it wasn’t Sirius Black that punched him?”
Sirius had been mentally cursing himself all night; it was extremely reckless to have revealed himself to Jack.
“Not long actually. He was pretty snockered, so that worked to our advantage.”
There was an awkward pause between them. Sirius wasn’t sure what to say; he could apologize profusely for his recklessness, but if he were being honest, he wouldn’t change what happened. He had been hurting her, and he would clock Jack across the face again in a heartbeat if had to.
“Are you alright?” he asked finally.
“Yeah.”
She rubbed her wrists as she looked down at the floor; she now had purple bruises around her wrists like bracelets. The sight made Sirius flood with anger once more. He didn’t care how drunk Jack had been; how dare he hurt her.
“Has he ever grabbed you like that before?”
“No,” she shook her head “never. It was very out of character.”
Sirius stared at Allie as Allie stared at the floor during another awkward pause. She didn’t seem to want to talk about the events of the evening; whether she was embarrassed that Sirius witnessed her interaction with Jack, or was just simply exhausted. Nevertheless, she threw her arms around him and buried her face into his chest. He snaked one hand into her curls and wrapped his other arm around her waist; he could smell the fresh florals of her shampoo as he placed a kiss on top of her head.
“I love you,” he whispered “I would do anything for you— including reveal myself and punch your ex-fiancé in the face for getting handsy.”
Allie let out a soft bit of laughter “Maybe just don’t make a habit of revealing yourself, or punching blokes,” She stood on her tip toes and kissed him gently, then took his hand and gently pulled him along to the stairs. “Come on, I’m exhausted.”
She curled up against his chest in bed, falling asleep almost instantly as Sirius massaged her scalp and stared at the ceiling. Laying here, listening only to the sounds of her gentle breathing, his mind started to wander. Allie had said it hadn’t taken much to convince Jack that the man who clocked him in the jaw wasn’t mass murderer Sirius Black, but was that because Jack was severely intoxicated at the time? Or was Jack just pretending to be convinced?
Nah, Jack had been incredibly drunk. There would be no way that he could have a clear memory of what had happened. Still, the thought gnawed at Sirius, the uncertainty stirred within him. His mind flashed to his 9x9 cell, remembering the cold of the cement on his feet every morning, the stiffness of the overly starched sheets, the bone chilling cold accompanied by the dementors. It had been nearly 3 years since he escaped— it was a distant memory at this point.
But if he wasn’t careful, the solitary life he knew for 12 years would become his reality once more.
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