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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
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters. This fic is for entertainment purposes only!

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
- 12
- 13
- 14
Author's notes: We're headed off to Hogwarts with Allie this chapter!
"Well, Miss Murphy, I must say this is going to be a challenging course load…"
Professor Sprout studied Allie's class schedule carefully. Her lips pursed and relaxed a few times as she scanned the parchment. Allie fidgeted with the hem of her skirt as she waited patiently, cursing the flush she felt creeping up her neck and into her ears.
"O.W.L.s look alright, Outstanding in Potions, Charms, and Herbology- I remember that. Exceeds Expectations in Transfiguration and Defense Against the Dark Arts, but this was ten years ago…" Professor Sprout bulged her eyes and exhaled for dramatic effect. "And taking 6th and 7th-year courses simultaneously— what on earth possessed you to try to do this all in one year?"
"Uhm," Allie's flush reached her cheeks, burning hotter than a midsummer day. "I was under the impression that Professor Dumbledore wanted me to finish my schooling this spring."
Professor Sprout sat back in her seat and shrugged.
"Well, if you and him both insist on loading your plate like this, then so be it. Your 7th year classes are going to be particularly challenging, as some of the 6th year knowledge you might need could be topics you haven't covered yet in those classes. You do realize you are going to have to put in twice the work as any other student in your classes."
Allie swallowed hard, feeling her confidence shredded by self-doubt. She nodded stiffly, looking down at the floor.
"Yes, ma'am," she said softly, "I know this will be hard."
"And with a baby on the way, I hear? Are you sure you'll be able to dedicate the proper amount of time to school with a screaming newborn at home?"
Allie opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. She continued to look down at the floor, picking furiously at a loose thread on her hem. Maybe Professor Sprout was right—what on earth was she doing, thinking she could pull off two years' worth of schooling with a new baby at home? A lump formed in her throat and her chest grew heavy with anxiety. She tried to swallow, but her saliva stuck. She felt hot tears sting her eyeballs; Not here, Allie, don't cry, not now.
"Allie,"
Allie looked up, surprised to see Professor Sprout smiling sympathetically at her.
"I think it's wonderful you came back to finish," she said, "This is a lot on your plate, but you are a bright student, and I think you can manage if you keep yourself organized and you have help at home. If your course load gets to be too much, drop your 7th-year classes. There is no shame in returning for another school year if you need it."
Allie smiled slightly, now able to swallow past the lump in her throat. "Yes, ma'am." she nodded.
"Alright," Professor Sprout looked at her watch, then stood up from her desk. "you better get moving, Professor Snape wouldn't like you to be late for your first Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson."
The dress and decorum of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom were eerily grotesque. Had it always felt this dungeon-esque? Or was it Snape's personal touch on his new domain? All the curtains were drawn down over the stained glass windows, and the classroom was illuminated with fat pillar candles. Allie's stomach turned at the pictures of bodily injuries and people suffering from various ailments. She was particularly off-put by the man suffering under the Cruciatis curse, hoping that the portrait couldn't really feel the sensations of white-hot heat or 1000 needles stabbing in every direction.
She took her seat at the very back of the classroom, hoping to go relatively unnoticed. She was pleased she at least had this lesson with some familiar faces; Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville. Snape walked in, and Allie pulled her textbook, Confronting the Faceless, out of her bag.
"I have not asked you to take out your books," Snape said cooly.
A few students closed their copies of their textbooks awkwardly. Allie slid hers back into her bag, flushing.
"I wish to speak to you first," Snape continued "And I'd like your full attention. I believe you've had 5 teachers on this subject. Naturally, all will have their own methods of teaching. With this, I'm surprised any of you were able to scrape an O.W.L. in this subject. I shall be even more surprised if any of you will be able to keep up with the N.E.W.T. work, especially those that insist on taking both years simultaneously..."
Allie flushed as Snape's eyes lingered on her for longer than she cared for. Her ears burned hot as a few students around her turned to look in her direction. She slumped down in her seat, wondering if it were too late to cast a disillusionment charm over herself.
Snape set off around the room, now speaking in a lower voice. His long black robes billowed behind him.
"The Dark Arts are varied, ever-changing, and eternal. Fighting them is like fighting a many-headed dog…"
Snape spoke with a loving caress as he described the Dark Arts in his lengthy soliloquy. Allie wasn't sure, but it seemed that his black eyes almost sparkled as he spoke.
"You are, I believe, complete novices in the use of non-verbal spells," Snape continued. "What is the advantage of a non-verbal spell?"
Hermione's hand shot into the air, "Your adversary has no warning about what magic you are about to perform, giving you a split-second advantage."
"An answer copied almost word for word from the Standard Book of Spells: Grade 6," said Snape, dismissively, "but correct more or less..."
Most of what Snape continued with was lost to Allie the moment she heard him say,
"Join into pairs,"
Panic shot through her as she looked around the room at students standing up and finding their friends to pair up with. She questioned again if it were still too late to cast a disillusionment charm over herself and stand at the edge of the classroom and merely watch the lesson, rather than partake.
Pairing off into groups had always been nerve-wracking. Allie only had one good friend, Wilhelmina Jones, during her time at Hogwarts, and they didn't always have classes together. In the lessons where she didn't have Wilhelmina to rely on, she usually got paired with some other odd man out– or worse, having to demonstrate with the teacher due to an uneven class number.
"Sorry, Neville, I'm pairing up with Allie—Allie!"
Allie looked up and saw Hermione beckoning to her. She was thankful for Hermione taking her under her wing, albeit a little embarrassed she was relying on a teenager to make her feel comfortable. The thought only added to her blanket embarrassment.
Allie took her place in front of Hermione and cast a protection charm over herself. Snape whirled around and scowled.
"Miss Murphy," Snape snapped, "Are you not confident in your abilities to shield Miss Granger's spells?"
"No, I—" Allie mentally cursed the flush she felt creeping up her neck "I just wanted to ensure there was an extra bit of protection," she said meekly, "for the baby."
Snape's eyes darted to her stomach as his nose upturned. "If you were taught to shield properly, then you won't need a protection spell."
Allie knew this was a stab at Remus and she's private lessons the previous year. She looked down at the floor and shifted her feet. Allie did feel confident in her shielding abilities, but she didn't think it would hurt to play it safe. She took a deep breath, figuring his cruelty was directed at it being Sirius's child.
Allie purposefully did not look at Snape as she blocked Hermione's spells. The first few that came her way were pretty weak, as Hermione was struggling to produce spells without speaking the incantation, but by midway through the lesson, she was doing quite well. They switched, this time Allie sending spells at her, with Hermione blocking. Snape did not commandeer them for their excellent work, but she knew he noticed by the few side glances he gave them as he skirted around the room. Next to them, she hardly noticed Snape giving Ron and Harry a hard time until Harry raised his wand and shouted,
"Protego!"
Snape's example spell rebounded and knocked him off balance. Every eye in the room was now on Snape, as he stood slowly, glowering at Harry.
"Do you remember me telling you we are practicing non-verbal spells, Potter?" he said, through clenched teeth.
Harry's hands were balled into fists as he maintained intense eye contact with Snape.
"Yes,"
"Yes, sir."
"There's no need to call me Sir, Professor."
Allie clasped her hand over her mouth as a few others in the class gasped. Her stomach flip-flopped for him; she couldn't believe the audacity Harry had to speak to a teacher in that manner.
"Detention, Saturday night, my office," Snape snapped, "I don't take cheek from anyone, Potter, not even the Chosen One."
The rest of the lesson was much less eventful. Hermione and Allie were undoubtedly the most advanced pair in the class, but Snape chose to ignore it. Part of her was glad to not be pointed out as a positive example, as this avoided any extra attention on her, but part of her felt a bit slighted that neither of them was awarded house points. Snape had never been generous with house points for Gryffindor, she recalled from her schooling before, but she'd earned a few points for Hufflepuff for brewing potions correctly. This, of course, was before she was entangled with one of Snape's sworn enemies. She's already understood that this year Snape would be treating her differently than he had when she was an ordinary student.
Allie climbed through the portrait hole of her suite a few minutes later, eager for a cup of tea before hitting the books on her mountain of Snape's homework. She filled the brass kettle with water and placed it on the small stovetop. She observed the box of teabags with delight. These were quite the collection of artisan teas, a group that would put Remus's stash at 12 Grimmauld Place to shame. She thumbed through the various types until settling on a licorice spice variety.
She settled into the couch and tucked her legs up underneath her. She took a small sip of her steaming tea and sighed; She was already tired from one lesson, how was she going to make it through three more? As she gingerly sipped her licorice tea, a small flutter on her lower left side made her giggle.
"You like this tea?" she asked softly, pressing her free hand to her belly, "I do too, it's different, but in a good way."
She took a few more sips before pulling out her textbook and starting in on Snape's homework. Her eyelids grew heavy as the minutes passed, and she almost fell asleep, waking herself up by nodding her head. She set the book and her now cold tea aside and looked at her watch. She had a couple of hours before her charms lesson—maybe a short nap wouldn't hurt?
She made her way back into the small bedroom. The large, fluffy white bedding was terribly enticing. She lay down over the top of the covers, settling herself comfortably on her back. She closed her eyes and exhaled; this bed was extremely comfortable, she'd close her eyes for just a few minutes.
Allie woke with a dreadful ache in her lower back. She groaned; this was a worse feeling than menstrual cramps. Allie glanced at the clock and let out a frightened gasp— she'd overslept. She needed to be at Charms in ten minutes, and it was half-way around the castle. Leaping out of bed, she grabbed her bag and took off in a half-sprint.
She made it by the skin on her neck, slipping into the classroom just as the bell rang. The seats in the back of the classroom were all taken, forcing Allie to sit at the very front. She felt her cheeks flush as she sat down in her seat, attempting to ignore the whispers of students around her. Professor Flitwick gave her a friendly nod before addressing the class.
"Welcome back to another year, students…"
As Charms progressed, so did the ache in her lower back. It was so strong she could hardly concentrate. No matter which way she shifted in her seat, she could not get any relief. She considered asking Professor Flitwick if she could go to the Hospital Wing between Charms classes, but decided against it. There were only ten minutes between her 7th year and 6th-year lessons, and sneaking into her 6th-year class late would only draw attention to herself. She had a free period between Charms and Potions and decided she would stop by then.
The Hospital Wing was just as Allie had remembered it. A long, open room with stained glass windows every ten feet. Iron beds with curtain partitions lined each side of the room. Madam Pomfrey was changing one of the beds as Allie entered. She turned to greet her and gave her a polite nod.
"Ah, Miss Murphy," Madam Pomfrey said, "Professor Sprout told me you were coming back to school this year— she told me you are expecting?"
"I—" Allie flushed, "yes, I'm pregnant, and I'm having some pain in my lower back."
"Oh, yes, so very common," she said, "your pelvis is expanding to make room for the baby— can be quite nasty. Let me get you something—"
A fourth-year boy came limping in with two friends supporting him on either side. His leg was gashed open and bleeding.
"What in merlin— what happened here?" Madam Pomfrey snapped.
"It was an accident," one of the boys said, "We were practicing—"
"You boys know the rules about using magic between classes," Madam Pomfrey said sternly "get him onto the bed."
Allie watched as the two boys helped their friend onto the nearby hospital bed. She felt awkward merely watching, and helped herself to a few wound care items in the nearby supply cupboard.
"Madam Pomfrey, can I help?" she asked.
"Yes Murphy, hand me—"
"Dittany?"
Allie was already holding out a bottle of Dittany as Madam Pomfrey pointed to the supply cupboard.
"Yes and—"
"Fresh bandages,"
Allie set a roll of gauze on the surgical tray next to the bed. Madam Pomfrey looked at her with a mixture of curiosity and surprise before nodding and turning her attention back on her patient. She periodically asked Allie to cut her fresh strips of bandages, and hold pieces of bandages together so she could cast a sticking charm. Once the fourth year boy's leg was cleaned and dressed, Madam Pomfrey waved his two friends off.
"Alright, Hamilton, you need some rest. Grover, Barkley, back to class, both of you."
Madam Pomfrey took Allie's arm and led her to a hospital bed across the room as the two boys scurried off and out of sight.
"I'd like to examine you if that's alright?"
Allie did not put up a fuss. She laid on the hospital bed as Madam Pomfrey instructed. She felt Allie's belly gently in a few places before pulling out her wand. From the charm she cast, both Allie and Madam Pomfrey was able to hear a clear, healthy fetal heartbeat.
"All seems well," Madam Pomfrey said "I'm sure your pain is just your body making room for the baby. Let me get you that potion,"
Madam Pomfrey retrieved a vial of pain potion from the cupboard as Allie sat back up, groaning at the dull ache still present in her lower back. She prayed that this pain potion would at least take the edge off.
"Here you are, drink the whole vial."
Allie downed the potion in one gulp. "How long until it kicks in?" she asked, grimacing at the bitter taste.
"Just a minute or two," Madam Pomfrey sat on the bed next to her and smiled easily, "You were quite impressive back there, Murphy. It seems you have some experience with dressing wounds?"
Allie flushed, fighting a sheepish smile, "I'd like to be a healer. That's why I'm back at school."
"And you'll need excellent N.E.W.T scores for that," Madam Pomfrey said, giving her an understanding nod. "How would you like to intern with me? In a free period or two? I'd write you a stellar recommendation for St. Mungos."
Allie felt her stomach flip flop with excitement. She was so shocked and thrilled at Madam Pomfrey's proposal she didn't even give it a second thought.
"Oh, my, I would love that, Madam Pomfrey."
"Excellent, send me your class schedule by owl, and I'll fill in your hours as needed."
By the time she arrived in the dungeons for Potions, Allie's pain potion had kicked in, and she was on cloud nine. With her elevated mood, she felt ready to take on her next class. After her first encounter with Slughorn on the train yesterday, she wasn't sure what to expect from her first Potions lesson.
She entered the dungeon and chose the first open table she saw, hoping to have a familiar face join her here soon. She pulled out her copy of Advanced Potion Making, her brass scales, and silver knife, then turned her attention to the bubbling cauldrons at the front of the classroom. She inhaled deeply, smelling a combination of fresh flowers, baked goods, and...
She was surprised that the third smell was a musty, damp one. An almost wet, salty smell that took her back to cold nights shivering under the thin, scratchy, poor excuse of a blanket Azkaban issued each prisoner. She recalled the horrible nights of Bellatrix's loud laughs echoing through the cell block, and the memories of getting dragged out of her bunk by her hair if she overslept in the morning by her cellmate.
But, the smell also reminded her of shivering against Sirius's warm body, the feeling of his hands slipping below the waistband of her slacks as he touched her for the very first time, the sensations of him stretching her for the first time, a sharp pain followed by a fullness that ached pleasurably.
She'd fallen in love within the confines of a 9x9 cell, spending day in and day out watching Sirius as he did his morning workout routine, watching the way his brows would furrow as he read, knowing he didn't like the way the story was going, or how he'd look out the small ironed barred window at sunset each night with a solemn expression. She'd seen the light leave his eyes as dementors would zoom past their cell, sucking the warmth, hope, and happiness from the air, but she was there to see it return as she'd take his hand in hers. A month seemed like years to her, when the only time they spent away from each other was their 30 minute shower time blocks.
She blushed at the memories, but a pleasant stir in her belly made her feel comfortable. She felt a flutter just under her ribs; maybe the baby enjoyed the scent of Amortentia as well.
"Hi, Allie,"
Hermione slid into the seat next to her, and Harry next to Hermione. Ron sat across from them and nodded to Allie.
"Hi, Allie," he said warmly. "Lessons going well?"
"So far so good," Allie replied softly, her cheeks flushing gently.
Once the classroom had filled, Professor Slughorn addressed everyone with a jovial welcome and pointed his attention to the cauldrons at the front of the classroom.
"Can anyone tell me the name of this first potion?"
Hermione's hand shot in the air. Allie was thankful that she chose to answer because she wondered if she was the only one in the room that knew it was Veritasserum.
"Veritasserum," Hermione answered confidently, "It's characterized by its crystal clear appearance, and forces the drinker to tell the truth."
Allie shuddered, remembering being stuck in Azkaban's prisoner intake room, shaking and crying as she did her best to fight the effects of Veritasserum.
"You've been with him every moment for a month," Fudge said impatiently "How did Sirius Black escape?
"I don't know how he actually did it." Allie choked out, knowing if Fudge rephrased his question, she'd be forced to reveal the plan she told him, and him as an unregistered Animagus.
"But you have an idea?"
"He would've had to slip through the bars of the door," Allie said.
"That's impossible!" Fudge snapped, slamming his hand onto the table "There is no way he could've done that, then have gotten past the dementors!"
For a split second, Allie was thankful when he stopped pestering her with questions and drew his wand until she realized what was coming.
"Minister…"
"I know you know something," Fudge said exasperatedly, a desperate flicker in his eye, "and you're going to tell me one way or another—Crucio!"
"I don't think so, Sir," Hermione said, blushing slightly, "I'm muggleborn, you see."
Allie was snapped back to class, now focusing on Slughorn stirring the cauldron of shimmering mother of pearl Amortentia.
"'One of my best friends is muggle-born, and she's the best in our year' Oh, must I assume this is the one you were talking about, Mr. Potter?"
"Yes, sir," Harry answered nodding.
Slughorn smiled.
"Sir," Another boy piped up, "You haven't told us what's in the last one."
"Right," Slughorn held up the ladle, and a sloshing shimmering gold liquid nearly jumped back out and into the cauldron. Allie's eyes widened as Hermione gasped. Allie wondered if they were the only two that recognized it.
"That's Felix Felicis," Hermione said, "Liquid luck!"
Another memory flashed through Allie's mind over an argument her parents had over Felix Felicis. She recalled her and Flynn huddled together on the other side of the kitchen door, listening to her parents.
"Buying that potion will eat up all our grocery budget for the month, and then some!"
"If I get this position, we don't have to worry about a grocery budget," her father said, "It'll make me lucky enough to land this job, maybe get approved for the loan Gringotts won't lend me, and maybe this is when Shannon will show some sort of—"
"Cian, You need to accept the fact that Shannon will not be receiving her Hogwarts letter," Colleen snapped "She's 7 and hasn't shown any signs—by 3 Allie and Flynn were both breaking light bulbs during temper tantrums."
"Maybe she's just a late bloomer," Cian offered "if I take the potion—"
"If you take that potion, it will disqualify you from being able to accept the promotion! You know the rules, you could even go to jail for trying to cheat!"
"I've got to do something!"
"Well, this isn't it!" Colleen said, "I will not allow you to starve our children and gamble with our money,”
A loud smack came from the other side of the door. Allie cradled Flynn close, squeezing her eyes shut as she hoped that the sound wasn't her father smacking her mother across the face. The conversation grew incoherent as they screamed at each other, glass breaking and chairs getting knocked over.
"I hate when they fight," Flynn whimpered.
"I know," Allie whispered, stroking his blonde hair "It's going to be alright…"
"The winner will win a vial of Felix here, enough for 12 hours of luck!" Slughorn said, "let's begin.
Harry piped up that he and Ron didn't have any potion supplies, and Slughorn graciously offered them to use the school supplies until they'd get their own. Allie flipped open her book and got to work.
Cutting her sopophorous bean proved extremely difficult. The bean slipped and flew out from under her knife, and ended up on the floor. As she searched wildly for it, she accidentally crushed it, emitting a large amount of juice under her shoe.
"Damn it…" she cursed under her breath.
She drew her wand and levitated the mess of bean and juice, then deposited it into her cauldron. She hoped that the Potion's classroom floor wouldn't contaminate her potion. The liquid turned from a deep shade of purple to a beautiful lilac hue, just as the book claimed it should be.
She looked around, curious as to how everyone else's potions we're going. Harry's seemed to be the only other potion at the lilac stage.
"How are you doing that!" Hermione snapped at him.
"Add a clockwise stir," Harry said.
"No, no," Hermione said, "the directions specifically say counterclockwise."
Allie watched as Harry did 7 counterclockwise stirs to one clockwise. His potion seemed to be doing the trick, so she decided to mimic and see what happened. To her pleasure, her cauldron started to turn pink, then white, then clear as she continued to stir.
"Times up!" Slughorn called "Let's see them lets see them."
Slughorn walked around, in some cases nodding approvingly or shaking his head. When he got to their table, he beamed.
"Why, Harry, my boy," he laughed jovially "'tis perfect! It seems you inherit your mother's talent for potions— and, merlin's beard, this one is also perfect!"
Allie's face turned a deep shade of scarlet.
"Miss… Murphy, was it?"
Allie nodded.
"well done, well done! It appears we have two winners."
Slughorn bottled each Harry and Allie a small vial of Felix Felicis. Hermione looked positively disappointed.
"Here you are, my Potions stars," Slughorn said, winking "use it well."
Allie tucked her vial of Felix Felicis in her robes, fighting the embarrassment she felt by Hermione's jealous stares.
"How'd you two do it?" Ron asked
"Got lucky, I guess," Harry shrugged.
Allie smiled uncomfortably and nodded. She pulled back and made her way over to the potions Slughorn had at the front of the classroom. Slughorn smiled and joined her.
"Well done today, Miss Murphy," Slughorn said, "Taking on 6th and 7th Year N.E.W.T. courses seems like it will be a breeze for you, at least in Potions."
Allie blushed. Potions had always been a strong subject for her, but today felt like she just got lucky. Funny, as she hadn't even taken Felix Felicis.
"I'm going to try my best, sir," she said, "is there anything I should know to be prepared for tomorrow's 7th-year lesson?"
"We're actually brewing Amortentia tomorrow," Slughorn smiled "take note in the mother of pearl sheen, and how it smells to you. If your potion shines and smells like this, you will have made it correctly."
Allie made her way back to her suite, feeling uneasy about all the homework she had. Snape's essays alone were going to keep her up late, then adding an article on from Flitwick and reading up on Amortentia, her head was spinning.
Allie flopped down onto the couch and picked Snape's homework back up. After a few minutes, her mind wandered again to the memories she'd remembered in Potions class. All made her homesick for Sirius, to snuggle up with him on the couch and read up against him. She frowned at her course load, trying to find which was the top priority. She needed to read up on Amortentia for tomorrow morning, so she decided to put everything else on the back burner for now.
She picked up her Potions book, leaving everything else behind, and stepped into the floo. She whirled through tunnels of the floo network, spinning around and around before landing with a soft thud. She stepped out of the fireplace and into the basement kitchen of 12 Grimmauld Place.
The table was set with a vibrant sapphire tablecloth and crystal candelabras, complementing the freshly painted steel gray walls of the kitchen. Sirius sat at the head of the table, dressed in a smart black three-piece suit with a maroon shirt, sipping on a glass of scotch. He looked up at her and raised his glass.
"Welcome home," he said, giving her a wink.
"You look wonderful," Allie said, smiling. "All this for me?"
"Of course," Sirius downed the rest of his glass then stood. He pulled her into an embrace and nuzzled the top of her head with his cheek. He smelled of pipe tobacco and vanilla, most likely from having a cigar shortly before she got home.
He took her hand and led her to the kitchen stairs.
"Dinner will be ready in a few minutes, why don't you go freshen up? Get out of that stiff uniform?"
Once upstairs, Allie stripped her uniform and cast cleaning charms over each of the pieces, then neatly folded them and set them on top of the dresser. She stood in her worn-in polka-dot panties observing the closet around her. Sirius looked so put together, maybe she could put on something nice?
As she dug through the closet, she bumped against a magenta plastic bag. She pulled it out and smiled; she'd forgotten the little side errand she ran with Tonks the day they went to Diagon Alley for school supply shopping. She peeked inside the bag, the lacy, meshy ensemble she'd purchased looked undisturbed. She tucked it back far in the closet; she was saving this for a special occasion.
She chose a simple black knit sheath dress. Sliding it on, she looked in the mirror and ran her hand along the gentle curve of her stomach. This dress indeed showed off her pregnancy, and to her dismay, underwear lines. She frowned; sure, it was just Sirius, but she hated how it looked. She dug through the dresser drawers, looking for an acceptable pair of underwear that wouldn't show through the dress's soft material. After trying on a few pairs, she gave up and decided to simply go without. She patted her face with some mattifying powder and touched up her mascara. She tried to smooth out her curls, but when they started to frizz, she gave up and left them alone.
"What are we having?" Allie asked, reemerging into the kitchen.
Sirius smiled broadly as he showcased the now set dining room table.
"Grilled Cheese sandwiches," Sirius said proudly, "and tomato soup— and I have sparkling white grape juice for you."
Allie laughed, "I honestly was expecting peanut butter and jelly."
"Hey, I can cook a few more things now," he smiled. "Sit, sit,—tell me about your day."
Allie settled down into her chair and took a sip of her sparkling juice.
"Well, Harry mouthed off to Snape and got detention," Allie said.
"Atta boy," Sirius smirked, "What did he say?"
"Some retort about Snape calling Harry sir," Allie said. "I only half heard it. I went back to my suite to study and laid down for a nap, almost overslept for charms, and I had terrible back pain."
"Are you alright?"
"Yes, yes, I stopped by the hospital wing for a pain potion," A smile crept up on Allie's face, "and she offered for me to intern with her this year. She'll write me a recommendation for St. Mungos."
"Allie," Sirius breathed, "That is wonderful—do you think you have enough time on your plate?"
Allie frowned. She knew that would come up. She shrugged and looked down at her bowl of tomato soup. Sirius had garnished the middle with a basil leaf; classy.
"Regardless," Sirius continued, "I think it's wonderful. Think of all the experience you'll gain."
Allie continued on about the train ride, Harry's broken nose, Tonks's horrid appearance, and her time with Slughorn.
"Enough about me," she said. "How was your day?"
Sirius froze for a moment before wiping his mouth with his napkin, then set it aside. He took a breath and looked at her earnestly.
"I think your brother is following me," he said.
Allie felt the color drain from her face. "What?"
"I'm not sure it's him, but I saw blonde hair a couple of weeks ago—"
"Hold on—" Allie interrupted sharply, "A couple of weeks?"
Sirius looked contemplative for a moment before nodding and continuing. "I've been seeing a cloaked figure on and off for the last few weeks, once seeing a flash of blonde hair. It could be him, it could be multiple people, but after today, I'm sure I'm being watched. They followed me to Mrs. Tannenbaum's," Sirius added heavily, "I had tea with her this afternoon,"
Allie's mind raced as she let out a shaky breath. Her chest tightened with a mixture of anxiety, worry, and fear.
"You haven't had anyone following you, have you?" Sirius continued.
"No," Allie narrowed her eyes at him. "you should've told me you thought you were being followed."
"I didn't want you to worry."
Allie scoffed lightly. "Well, I am. Do you think other members of the Order are being followed as well?
"I don't know," Sirius said, "I haven't seen much of Arthur, and Tonks is stationed in Hogsmeade, so I won't be seeing her much either, and Remus is still out on duty."
Allie stirred her soup with uncertainty. Her mind raced with the possibility of Sirius turning a corner and walking straight into a killing curse, or Mrs. Tannenbaum to become the next muggle the Death Eaters decided to play with. The tightness in her chest made it difficult to swallow a small spoonful of soup.
"I didn't mean to worry you, kitten," Sirius said softly.
Allie looked up. She felt so much comfort from Sirius's gaze, the way he would half-smile and nod like he thought everything was going to work out. She gave him a slight smile, nodded gently, and took a spoonful of soup.
They kept the conversation light from here, Allie telling him about her lessons in charms, potions, and Defense against the Dark Arts (leaving out Snape's snarky comment.). Once dinner was finished, Sirius clapped his hands together.
"How about a drink with me in the drawing-room?" He requested.
Allie sighed heavily. "I should study."
"Come study in there with me," He stood and outstretched his hand to her. "sit with me by the fire," he insisted.
Allie contemplated this for a moment before taking a hand in his. She picked up the book from the table and followed him into the drawing-room. The crackling fire added a peaceful ambiance, despite the remnants of the Black Family tapestry and old world light fixtures. Allie regretted not being able to remove the gaudy family tree; this room stuck out like a sore thumb compared to the rest of the newly renovated house.
"Hold on, kitten, let me make this more inviting,"
With a flick of his wand, dozens of fluffy pillows appeared on the floor in front of the sofa, making a comfortable place to sit back and read. Sirius sat down and patted his lap for Allie to join him.
"Settle in, get yourself comfortable,"
She settled herself back against him as he pulled the blanket over the top of them. She opened her copy of Advanced Potion Making to Chapter 12: Amortentia. Sirius kissed her temple and brushed his nose against her before murmuring in her ear,
"Read to me,"
Allie snorted a laugh. "You want me to read my Potions textbook to you?"
"Mhm," he nuzzled his face into her hair. "I could use a Potions refresher."
"Alright…" Allie laughed and shook her head. "Amortentia is the most powerful love potion in existence. It causes a powerful infatuation or obsession from the drinker. It has a distinctive mother-of-pearl sheen, and steam rises from it in characteristic spirals…"
As she read, Sirius moved her hair and nibbled her ear, making her lose focus and giggle, pulling away from him.
"Sirius!" She laughed, "I'm trying to read."
"And I'm listening,” he insisted “just keep going."
Sirius's hand slid under her skirt and brushed her inner thighs gently. She stopped, turning her head to look out of the corner of her eye at him.
"Sirius Black," she scolded playfully,
"Allie Murphy," Sirius mocked.
He gave her an innocent shrug. Allie rolled her eyes and continued reading.
"This potion smells different to each individ—"
She gasped as Sirius's fingers brushed against her slit. He snickered softly and murmured in her ear so low it sent goosebumps down her spine.
"You naughty girl...where are your knickers?"
Allie's cheeks burned hot, "they give me underwear lines in this dress..." she said, in a small voice.
"That's the only reason you chose to go without…?"
Allie moaned softly as Sirius slowly pushed two fingers inside of her. He arched his fingers skillfully, hitting the exact spot to drive her wild.
"Keep reading to me, kitten,"
The more she read, the quicker Sirius moved his fingers. Her hips bucked against him as her body begged for more.
"This potion—has the ability to—create a‒ a powerful infatuation, that—oh, oh my!" She tossed the book aside and threw her head back. "You're a real git, you know that?" she gasped.
Sirius smirked as he whispered softly in her ear.
"Am I?"
Sirius removed his hand from under her skirt, and she spun around to straddle his lap. Her lips were on his in an instant, snogging intensely, and with fervor. She slid her hands into his wavy dark hair as he pushed her skirt up to her waist. His calloused palms scratched her smooth skin as his hands slid over her bare ass, kneading and caressing with a firm touch. The taste of scotch on his tongue burned her own, making her head spin with need and desire. She broke their kiss and clumsily undid his belt, panting. She grabbed ahold of his firm cock and slid herself down onto him, letting out a deep, pleasurable moan. Sirius grasped her shoulders and pulled her down onto him, forcing himself deep inside. She groaned at the pleasurable ache in her belly— it was almost too much, too intense, but she was not going to tell him to stop. He filled her thoroughly and then some, stretching her just enough that every move was antagonizing. He buried his face into her neck, kissing her and murmuring into her skin.
"You're magnificent," he growled, "your pussy feels amazing...."
She loved the foul things Sirius would say to her while they shagged. She ground down into him harder and harder, gasping with each stroke as pressure began to build up between her legs.
"I'm going to make you come so hard tonight, kitten," he said, just above a whisper, "you won't be able to walk when I'm done with you."
And just like that, she came in an intense, toe-curling, paralyzing climax. She cried out and dug her nails into Sirius's shoulders as waves of pleasure flooded through her. He suckled her neck gently, leaving behind small red love bites, and rubbed the side of her baby bump lovingly. Allie leaned all her weight against him, panting heavily.
"Did you finish?" she asked through heavy breaths.
Sirius smirked, "Oh no, kitten—"
He pushed her forward, laying her down onto the rug.
"–I'm not finished with you yet."
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