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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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Chapter List
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AUTHOR'S NOTES: We're going to hang out with Allie for the first 2/3 of this chapter. This is kind of a heavy chapter, but it was fun switching narrative perspectives and diving into her brain.

Allie stood in front of the grimy bedroom mirror, trying to untangle a chunk of her curls that had dreadlocked while she was sleeping. She tugged at it gently, then roughly, but the tangle wouldn’t budge.
“Isn’t there a spell for that?”
Sirius was smirking at her from the bed, having been watching her dress and get ready for work.
“I don’t know it, if there is.”
That wasn’t entirely true— there was a spell that untangled hair, but it never worked on her unmanageable mane. She had tried numerous times when she was younger, especially when prats would tangle objects in her hair during class, but the spell seemed to have no effect. She eventually quit trying and learned to put some elbow grease into taming her hair.
“Bring me the hairbrush, let me help you.”
“You can’t brush curly hair when it’s dry, it’ll frizz.”
“What you’re doing isn’t much better,” Sirius chuckled “Bring me the hairbrush.”
Allie obliged. She handed Sirius the hairbrush from the dresser, and sat on the edge of the bed. He sat up and positioned himself behind her, one leg on each side of her and his chest against her back. He started brushing the dreadlock gently, starting at the bottom and working his way up the shaft.
“Does this hurt? Am I tugging too hard?”
“No, this is fine.”
He was extremely gentle, and in a matter of a minute, the tangle was gone.
“There,” he brushed her hair to one side and placed a kiss in the crook of her neck “tangle free, kitten.”
Kitten— she loved when he called her that. His little pet name made her stomach roll with pleasure every time he said it. She leaned back into him, craning her neck to the side in hopes he would kiss her again. He did, gently suckling her flesh from below her earlobe down to the top of her shoulder. The scratch of his stubble against her skin sent a wave of goosebumps through her; what she wouldn’t give to stay home from work and spend the day rolling between the sheets.
“Are you sure you’re going to be alright going back to work? Does he work today?”
Allie looked down at her wrists, ringed with bruises that were now fading to a sickly green and yellow compared to the black and purple they were a few days prior. She hadn’t been to work since her encounter with Jack, and she wasn’t looking forward to seeing him. She wasn’t even sure if he remembered how roughly he had grabbed her, much less anything else.
“He does work today,” she said softly “I should be fine, though.”
She should be fine, yes, but how uncomfortable would it be? At this point however, every day had become uncomfortable at the Leaky Cauldron since calling off the wedding. Her and her mother had maybe only spoken two words to each other, the other workers would whisper about her, and Jack would continuously stare at her from behind the bar, looking away if she glanced in his direction. The only person who had been mostly normal had been Shannon.
Sitting here in Sirius’s arms, she wanted nothing more than to play sick and abandon her shift. She couldn’t do it however, even though she really wanted to. She needed the money. Bridget and Teagan had a birthday coming up, and Rory had owled last week and said his uniform pants Colleen had purchased him 4 months ago were already too short. All of these things were expensive, and she knew her mother was struggling to pull herself out of the pile of debt she had accumulated trying to support 5 kids on her own. Even though Colleen could barely look at her, Allie still gave Shannon a sack of coins weekly to deliver to her.
Allie stood and smoothed the front of her uniform skirt, then spun around to kiss Sirius.
“I’ll see you this evening,” she said “I love you.”
Oh, and that she did. She loved him with every fiber of her being, and had loved him since their days spent together in a concrete 9x9 cell. She loved in a way she couldn’t describe; a way she didn’t understand.
She had loved Jack, in a different way. Jack had been kind to her, treated her well— had Sirius never been in the picture, they would’ve had a lovely little life together. A house in the countryside, a few children, and holidays in Barcelona or Rome— it would’ve been enough, if she didn’t know what she was missing.
Sirius awakened something within her that she didn’t know was there. A fire deep in her soul came to life as if she had been a slumbering dragon, now awake and vibrant. She had never felt so intensely since meeting him— didn’t know such passion, such emotion. He made her shake with nervousness, yet felt more comfortable in his presence than anyone she knew. Once she experienced these intense emotions, she knew spending her life with someone who didn’t make her feel the way Sirius did wouldn’t be enough.
A few more kisses between them and she was on her way. She could simply apparate to work, but she enjoyed the quiet in the ten minutes it took her to walk from 12 Grimmauld Place to the Leaky Cauldron. She loved to listen to the wind rustling the now-leaved trees that early May brought, and look at the gardens of the townhomes along her route. She loved flowers; maybe Sirius would enjoy it if she put in a garden— something to spruce up the old house and lift his spirits on his grumpy days. Looking at flowers always made her happy; certainly she hoped they would have the same effect on him.
The Leaky Cauldron wasn’t busy for lunch, but that was typical for a Tuesday. There were a few tables occupied by tenants staying upstairs, and a few Ministry employees that frequented, but most of the restaurant was untouched. Jack stood behind the bar, drying pint glasses and sneaking glances at her when he thought she wasn’t looking. She noticed. The feeling of his eyes on the back of her head made her ears hot; she felt like an ant under a microscope. She had gotten used to everyone’s coldness over the last month, but after their encounter a few days ago, Jack’s stares felt more intrusive today than they had.
She cringed when her regular table of lunchtime drinkers arrived, and sat in her section. She would have to go to the bar and ask Jack to pour their drinks.
“Jack?” Allie asked softly, stepping into the server’s well of the bar “Could I have three pints of Meade, please?”
He poured them without a word, sneaking a glance at her splotchy green and yellow wrists once or twice. He slid the three pints to her, the drink sloshing over the edges from his carelessness. She didn’t dare ask him to top them back off.
“Thank you.”
She had barely whispered, but she knew he heard her, for he nodded stiffly before turning back to what he was doing.
“He still pouting, sweetheart?” one of the regular Meade drinkers asked her as she delivered their drinks. “He looks like his panties are in a bunch over there.”
She smiled weakly “it’s been a tough month.”
It wasn’t just the employees that knew of their breakup, but the Leaky Cauldron’s regulars as well. It made her flush thinking about all the people that knew her and Jack’s dirty business. She felt guilty their breakup had become so public.
“Well, I’d get down on one knee and ask ya, but I got a bad knee,” the man grinned “I’d marry a pretty thing like you in a heartbeat, and now that you’re on the market...”
“Easy there, Leroy,” the man to his left piped up, smacking the man called Leroy on the back. “Allie here is way out of your league.”
“Not true!” Leroy laughed wheezily, showcasing yellowed crooked teeth “Tell ‘em Allie, tell ‘em how we’re in love!”
Allie flushed, rolling her eyes playfully “I’m seeing someone Leroy, but I do cherish these lunch dates.”
And indeed, she cherished Leroy and his mates that came to the Leaky Cauldron 3 times a week, for they always tipped her a galleon each.
Lunch winded down, and Allie had retreated to the kitchen to roll silverware to prepare for the dinner shift. She jumped when a hand gripped her shoulder tightly, followed by her mother’s voice hissing in her ear.
“Why is the Minister for Magic here to see you?”
Allie furrowed her brow. “What?”
“You heard me. The Minister is here with a few Aurors, and is asking to speak with you.”
Allie set her silverware down and followed Colleen out of the kitchen. Sure enough, Cornelius Fudge was sitting at a table with one man she didn’t recognize, and Kingsley Shacklebolt.
“Miss Murphy,” Fudge said jovially, as if they were old friends reuniting at the grocery store. He twirled his lime green bowler hat between his fingers a few times before gesturing to the men seated on either side of him. “This is Aurors Dawlish and Shacklebolt. We’d like to have a quick word with you, if you can be spared for a moment…?”
Fudge looked at Colleen, raising a brow. His tone suggested that he was asking permission, but something about his body language seemed as though his request was not a request.
“Yes, of course,” Colleen said quickly “You may use any of our tables, or if you require more privacy, we have rooms open upstairs.”
“A room upstairs will do,” Fudge nodded “Thank you— Miss Murphy, if you would lead the way…?”
Allie swallowed hard, and then nodded stiffly before leading them to the staircase. She snuck a look at Jack as she was ascending upstairs; he was staring directly at them with an odd expression on his face.
She led them to the first open room, her nerves in a knot. She was looking to Kingsley for some kind of reassurance, but he showed no signs of recognizing her. She didn’t dare try to speak with him, or give any indication that she knew him either.
The room was a large suite, having its own kitchenette and breakfast table. Fudge, Kingsley, Dawlish and her slid into the wooden chairs around the table— Allie wiped her sweating palms on her skirt. Why were they here to talk to her?”
“Do you know why we’ve come to see you today, Miss Murphy?”
Fudge’s tone was saccharine sweet as he addressed her. Allie simply shook her head.
“We have some questions about your former cellmate in Azkaban— Sirius Black?”
Her body flooded ice cold, but she forced herself to remain calm. “What of him?” she asked, just barely over a whisper.
“Well, our sources have been leading us to search the Tibet region, until we received a tip a few days ago that he was in London.”
“Really?” Allie asked, gripping the fabric of her skirt underneath the table “Who saw him here? In London?”
“The tip was anonymous, which is why we are here,” he leaned back in his chair, giving Allie an appraising look “You and Black had a… curious relationship during your time in Azkaban, no? I’m wondering if he decided to come around to visit his former flame.”
“I hardly would call him a former flame,” Allie said softly “We were just cellmates, Minister.”
She internally praised herself for sounding so smooth, so confident. Confidence was never her strong suit, but she needed to emulate a least some— otherwise Fudge would see right through her.
“Cellmates that got a little too close for comfort, if you recall.”
She felt herself flush from her chest to her forehead as Fudge looked at her with disgust. She averted her eyes downward, humiliated to have Fudge bring up such acts. Dawlish had the same half curious-half disgusted look about him as Fudge did, but Kingsley remained still and calm as stone.
“Miss Murphy—Allison— Can I call you Allison?”
“Yes, Minister, you may call me Allison— or Allie.”
“Allie, a lovely name,” Fudge twirled his bowler hat between his fingers, looking up at the ceiling. “I’d like you to tell me where we can find him, Allie. Where can we find Sirius Black?”
“I don’t know where he is.”
“You sure haven’t seen him? He hasn’t come around at least once? Just to say hello?”
“No.”
“When was the last time you saw him?”
“In Azkaban, when I was transferred cells.”
She didn’t sound as calm and confident now as she had a minute ago. Her palms were sweating even more, her face was flushing deeper. She hoped her body’s natural reaction to stress wouldn’t give away the fact that she was lying through her teeth. Her flush might’ve given her away, because Cornelius Fudge didn’t seem to be buying it.
“Don’t lie to me, Allie,” Fudge said with a hint of threat behind his tone. He now leaned forward, his eyes narrowing at her “Lying to the Minister for Magic is a crime. Surely you don’t want to go back to prison? Azkaban is no place for a sweet girl like you.”
Fudge was not wrong; Azkaban was the last place Allie wanted to go back to. The women ganged up on her in there; yanking her hair and kicking her in the ribs for fun. She hadn’t spoken much of her time in the women’s block; she wanted to forget Bellatrix Lestrange’s sing-song- like baby voice calling out to her in the middle of the night.
“Wittle baby Murphy,” Bellatrix would call from across the hall, taunting her “I can hear your wittle baby whimpers. Crying for your mum, crying for your warm bed, crying for your precious Sirius.”
“Shut up!”
She had the courage one night to snap back at Bellatrix, which earned her a good beating in the rec yard the next day. Bellatrix might be at large, but many of the women that ran in her gang were still stuck in Azkaban. They would eat her alive if Allie ever returned.
Stay calm, Allie. Stay relaxed. Sirius needs you to stay calm.
“No, Minister.” she said, slightly above a whisper.
“Alright then, I’m going to ask you again and I want you to be honest. Where is Sirius Black?”
As much as she didn’t want to be sent back to prison, she’d never tell. She’d never give him up. She would spend her life in Azkaban before she gave him up. She would die before she gave him up.
“I don’t know.”
“LIAR!”
Allie jumped as Fudge slammed his palm down on the table. His face was bright red in anger; he looked like steam was about to come out of his ears. His eyes darted around angrily, roving her face for some sort of crack in her façade. He was seemingly desperate in this moment— as if everything he held dear to him was riding on finding Sirius.
“Tell me where he is!”
“I don’t know,”
“TELL ME WHERE HE IS!”
“I don’t know!”
Allie was trembling, on the verge of tears. Fudge was fed up, Dawlish looked unamused, and Kingsley was still a statue.
“Dawlish, I think Allie here needs a little assistance with talking,” Fudge said, his voice now soft and dangerous. “If you could give her some encouragement…”
Dawlish pointed his wand and the door; it slammed shut, and a flash of blue light zoomed around the door frame. Allie trembles turned to violent tremors, she knew what was coming, and she was afraid. Dawlish had put an imperturbable charm on the door, to silence her screams. She had gone through questioning with Cornelius Fudge before; she knew when he got upset, he was willing to resort to barbaric methods.
“Minister, please,” Allie whimpered “I told you I don’t know…”
White hot heat coursed through her as Dawlish flicked his wand at her. She screamed and fell out of her chair. She writhed in pain; every nerve ending in her body was on fire, her bones felt like they were snapping into pieces— but relief came just a moment later.
“Where is Sirius Black?” Fudge demanded.
“I— don’t— I don’t know,” She panted. “— I— don’t know.”
Each bout of the cruciatis curse lasted a few seconds longer than the last. Allie wasn’t sure how long she was subjected to this torture; it could’ve been 3 minutes, it could’ve been 3 hours. Either way, it was an eternity to her.
“Tell me and this will stop— where is Sirius Black?”
“I—“ her voice was weak. She was weak. She needed the pain to stop, but she would not give him up. She couldn’t give him up, even if she had wanted to— thanks to the Fidelius charm placed on 12 Grimmauld place. “— don’t know.”
“Again, Dawlish!”
“Minister—“ Kingsley’s low voice cut in “we can’t do much more of this without taking her to St. Mungo’s when we’re done. If she hasn’t talked by now, then I don’t think she knows anything.”
Fudge held his breath for a moment, then slammed his fist on the table and let out a frustrated grunt. “I knew we should’ve brought veritasserum…” he grumbled “Fine, Murphy, we’re finished for today, but make no mistake— if Sirius Black comes within 100 feet of you, we will know.”
Allie lay on the floor and breathed heavily, watching Kingsley, Fudge and Dawlish exit the suite. A moment later, Shannon came running in, helping Allie sit up.
“Allie, what happened?!” She asked “I was listening, then the door slammed shut and I couldn’t hear anything…”
“I—“ she couldn’t speak, she could hardly think. She ached down to her bones from the bouts of the cruciatis curse.
“Don’t try to talk,” Shannon said, pulling her into her lap and stroking her hair. “Just relax. It’s going to be alright…”
Shannon had a soft, caring side to her that Allie hadn’t seen before. She shut Allie up in bed, brought her tea and provisions, and informed Colleen that Allie was ill, and she would not be finishing out her shift. Colleen had tried to enter the suite demanding to see her, but Shannon was guarding Allie like a bulldog, not letting anyone near if she could help it. Allie was thankful for this, because talking about what had happened or why Fudge had paid her a visit was the last thing she wanted to do.
The sun was starting to set as Shannon brought Allie a fresh cup of tea. She handed her the steaming mug, then situated herself at the edge of the bed.
“Everyone from lunch shift is gone,” she said “no one knows you’re up here.”
Allie nodded, fidgeting with her mug. Good, she didn’t want to have to see Jack or Colleen upon leaving. The idea that it might’ve been Jack that sent in an anonymous tip to the Ministry about Sirius made her sick. She thought she had convinced him that he was seeing things, but maybe she wasn’t as persuasive as she had thought.
“Did they use the cruciatis curse on you?” Shannon asked softly, after a moment of silence.
Allie’s cheeks grew hot. She nodded again, hunching her shoulders forward and taking a small sip of her tea.
“Why did the Minister for Magic want to question you?” Shannon asked “What’s going on?”
“I can’t tell you.”
“I won’t tell anybody.”
“I still can’t tell you.”
Shannon’s chin began to quiver. After a moment, “You’re not going back to Azkaban, are you?”
The sight of her sister growing emotional caused a lump to form in Allie’s throat.
“No,” Allie shook her head “I don’t think so.”
I hope so.
“Mum was begging to see you,” Shannon said softly “I wouldn’t let her in. I told her she’s been unfair to you, and she doesn’t get to start pretending she cares for you now.”
“She cares for me, for all of us,” Allie whispered “you know how she is when she is upset. She’s stubborn.”
“She really liked Jack;” Shannon shrugged “She was shocked when you called it off. Hell, we all were,” Shannon shifted to get a better look at Allie “Are you happy, at least? With whoever this bloke is you’re seeing now?”
“Yes,” Allie answered without hesitation “Very much so.”
Allie expected Shannon to push her to tell her all the nitty-gritty details of her relationship, but to her surprise, she did not. “You need help getting home? Or are you staying here?”
“No, I’ll go home, but I’ll have a friend come help me.”
Allie flicked her wand; a silver butterfly fluttered from her wand, and then disappeared through the wall. Shannon looked at her in awe.
“That’s so cool…” she said “I don’t understand what it is, but it’s cool…”
“Will you wait downstairs for my friend?” Allie asked “Tall, graying hair. His name is Remus.”
“Remus? Sounds handsome…” Shannon asked slyly “He the boyfriend?”
“No, not the boyfriend— just a friend.”
Remus arrived in a timely fashion. Shannon led him upstairs, but upon his arrival, he did not look surprised to see her in a weak state. Did he already know what happened?”
“You alright?” he asked
“She’s hardly alright, they—“ Shannon interjected, but Allie held her hand to silence her.
“I’m alright,” she said softly “Thank you for coming.”
Allie’s legs ached as Remus helped her along, walking back to Grimmauld place. The aftermath of the cruciatis curse was horrible— her bones felt like they would splinter with each step. She had asked to side along apparate, but Remus wasn’t sure if she were strong enough, not knowing how much torture she was subjected to.
“Kingsley is at the house;” Remus said “he told us what happened.”
“He didn’t stop it,” Allie said softly “he just watched. He sat there and watched.”
“Had he intervened, it would’ve compromised things for the Order, and for himself,” Remus explained “It’s terrible that you had to endure that today, he knows. He feels horrible.”
Allie didn’t respond. She wanted Kingsley to feel guilty. She was humiliated, and he had bared witness and didn’t do a single thing. The logical side of her brain understood why he couldn’t’ve intervened, but the emotional side was still upset that he didn’t.
“An Auror has been assigned to watch you, follow you,” Remus said “Fudge thinks Sirius will try to contact you. We got lucky, because he assigned Kingsley to the job.”
Allie didn’t feel lucky, but despite her negative feelings towards Kingsley at the moment, she knew he being assigned to tail her was better than Dawlish or another Auror not on their side. She wondered what Tonks had thought of all this. She wondered if Tonks would’ve intervened on her behalf. Even worse, she feared Tonks wouldn’t’ve, for the same reason Kingsley did not.
“Should I quit working? Should I go into hiding?”
“No,” Remus said without hesitation “That would be suspicious. You need to carry on as normal as possible. Give Kingsley boring things to report.”
Sirius felt like he was going to vomit. He clutched his glass of firewhisky so tightly that his knuckles were turning white, trying to control the anger and frustration he felt.
“You let them torture her.” he said quietly.
“I couldn’t intervene,” Kingsley said, his expression pained “Had I, it would’ve compromised so much—“
“I know!” Sirius snapped. He took a deep breath, speaking calmer now “I know. But I am still angry it happened,”
Silence fell between them for another couple minutes. He kept glancing at the clock on the wall; Remus had been gone an awfully long time. It had seemed like ages ago that Allie’s butterfly fluttered into the kitchen, asking for Remus to escort her back home.
“Shouldn’t Remus be back by now?”
The door opened above them, and footsteps thudded above. Sirius downed the rest of his firewhisky in one gulp, and made to stand.
“Speak of the devil…”
He bolted up the stairs, Kingsley close behind him. Remus and Allie were standing in the foyer, she gripping his bicep for support and he holding her upright by the waist. Sirius’s heart leapt; he wanted to sweep her up and pepper her in kisses and apologies for the torture she had endured today.
Allie flushed and looked down at the floor. He wasn’t sure if her embarrassment was coming from him staring, or because Kingsley was here.
“Do you need help getting upstairs?” Remus asked, cutting the silence.
She nodded. Sirius ran forward, seizing her waist on the other side.
“I’ve got her, Moony— thank you.”
They were silent as Sirius helped her upstairs and into the bedroom. He sat her down at the edge of the bed, murmuring apologies when she let out a strangled groan.
“You want help changing into something more comfortable? Or think you can manage?”
At that, Allie buried her face in her hands and began to sob. Sirius kneeled in front of her, gently rubbing her upper arms.
“shhh, it’s alright,” he whispered “it’s over now…”
“But it’s not over,” she said, her words muffled through her hands “They will be watching me, trying to find you.”
“Kingsley will be watching,” Sirius corrected, “and he’s on our side.”
“He watched,” Allie whimpered, pulling her hands away to reveal her red, patchy face soaked in tears “He just sat there and watched.”
“I know, he couldn’t intervene. You understand why he couldn’t?”
“Yes,” She wiped her face roughly “but that doesn’t change how humiliated I am.”
Sirius nodded; he wasn’t sure what to say about that. He couldn’t imagine how she felt.
“What can I do for you?” he asked “How can I make you feel better? Even just a little bit?”
“I just want to go to bed.”
Sirius nodded, giving her upper arms a gentle squeeze. “Alright.”
She pointed to the dresser “Can you hand me a t shirt?”
“Of course,” he grabbed one of his old tees from the top drawer of his dresser and handed it to her. “You need help?”
“Just with my skirt,” she said softly “It hurts to stand on my own.”
She slipped her blouse off over her head. When she reached around to unclasp her bra, she winced.
“Here, let me,”
Sirius sat next to her and unclasped her bra. He gently slid the straps off her shoulders, the backs of his fingers brushing against her smooth skin.
“Would you like a shoulder rub?”
She nodded. He began gently kneading her, careful not to massage too hard and hurt her. He worked all over the tops of her shoulders and her upper arms, then placed his palms on her ribcage and stripped between her shoulder blades with his thumbs. His fingertips brushed against the side of her breasts; her skin was silk here. He felt the urge to reach around and cup her breasts, to feel her nipples stiffen under his touch, to hear her breathing hitch from touching an intimate area, but he refrained. He didn’t know if she was too sore to shag, and he felt it most likely rude to ask.
“Put your arms above your head.”
He slid the t shirt on her, then unzipped the skirt from the back and moved in front of her. He slid her skirt off, fighting his tingling erection in his pants. God, if only she were feeling better…
“Will you hold me? Until I fall asleep?” she asked
“Of course.”
They lay down, she curling up against his chest and draping one of her legs over his. He gently drew circles on her back, listening to her breathing patterns to know when she was asleep. Right as he thought she was drifting off she whispered, so softly he wondered if he imagined it.
“I love you.”
He kissed the top of her head, her curls soft and pillow-y, and whispered back.
“I love you, too. More than you know. More than you could understand.”
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