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The Raven's Song	By : Quills Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 6265 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Lyra went directly to the parlour when she arrived back at Grimmauld Place, trusting that Sirius would understand she needed him to come to her. He did not disappoint.

“Hey, you.”

Sirius’s smile as he shut the door behind him was tight and strained, but he held out his arms for her to fly into. She fisted his shirt and parted her lips to invite his kiss, desperate to drive away all lingering memory of the way that Lucius had touched her and so nearly persuaded her to let him kiss her.

Oblivious to the tortured emotions that had her so inescapably in their grip, he took up her invitation and lifted her effortlessly into his arms, covering her lips with his as he swung her off her feet and carried her over to the faded sofa pushed up against the wall. Ecstasy exploded inside her as the touch of his lips on hers forced back all the troubles of the way, smashing through all else until all she thought of was him and how unerringly right it felt to be in his arms.

Instead of deepening the kiss as she had expected, though, Sirius pulled his head back as he set her down and seated himself beside her to pull her up against his chest. As she tilted her head back to look up at him, he sighed heavily and cupped her face in the palm of his hand. “I shouldn’t have snapped at you this morning, sweetheart. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it –“

“But I have been worrying about it, Lyra.” He smiled ruefully, but his grey eyes were still clouded by a whisper of misery that clenched painfully at her heart. “I’m a fool and an idiot, and I took it out on the very last person I should have done. Sweetheart, you’re the one person making all this bearable for me.”

Lyra leaned against his and closed her eyes, allowing him to gently take down her hair and wind his hands through it as he spoke, for she instinctively sensed how cathartic he was finding it to let his words spill forth.

“I just can’t stand being trapped in here; after all those years in Azkaban, it’s like losing my freedom all over again. And for it to be this place just takes the piss, it really does – it’s full of the worst memories, and they haunt me daily despite the new memories we’re making here together.”

He trailed off and she reached up to rest one hand against his heart. “But your family can’t touch you now, Sirius. They’re gone, nothing but ghosts of the past.”

“Maybe not, but the past will never leave me, Lyra, especially when its reminders are constantly circling around us,” he said grimly. “It feels like it did before, you know. You don’t remember, I guess – you must have only been a kid first time around. What were you, five or six?”

“Something like that.”

He groaned softly, but a spark of fire was slowly returning to his eyes. “Way to make me feel old, sweetheart. I forget sometimes that I’m pushing forty these days.”

“Doesn’t bother me, Sirius.” Lyra knelt up and sought out his mouth for another kiss, arching into him when his hand instantly slipped down to cup her breasts through her robes. She shuddered in delight, but again Sirius pulled back before their kiss could follow through to its inevitable conclusion.

“Damn, Lyra, how is it that you can distract me so easily?” A sharp thrill inflamed her when his eyes travelled over her before he wrenched them away again and sank down against the lumpy cushions. “Where the hell was I anyway?”

“You said it felt like it did before.”

“That’s right.” He leaned in to deliver another fierce kiss to her still parted lips before continuing. “It might be all cloaks and daggers still, but it’s just like it was before – before it all went crazy.”

Lyra licked her lips nervously. “The First War?”

“Yes. And on top of that I now find myself frantic with fear for you every moment you’re away from me, knowing what I do about Malfoy...”

He stopped abruptly when she failed to conceal a low sob that rose up from out of nowhere when Sirius spoke Lucius’s name. She gazed up at him in a mute appeal and he instantly drew her into his arms again to hold her tightly as his body tensed and he breathed in deeply.

“Again?”

The solitary word that he ground out said all that it needed to. Not daring to meet his eyes, she told him how Lucius had manipulated Mafalda until he had her permission to take her to the vault, and how once there he had showed his hand. “He threatened to have me transferred to his department at the Ministry, Sirius,” she whispered, “and he made it very plain what he intended me to do for him there.”

“Is he going to?” Sirius asked urgently.

Lyra swallowed hard. “I don’t know. He told me that I could stop him from doing so if I only gave him what he wanted from me, but Madam Bones wrenched the door open before I could make any kind of answer.”

His loud curse brought fresh tears rising up to spill from her lowered eyes and she pulled back as he pummelled a fist into the sofa before seeming to bring himself back under control. “We can’t let him have you transferred, Lyra,” he said, conflict passing across his taut face as he stared unseeing out of the grimy window in front of them. “The Order needs you where you are, and I...I find it hard enough to let you go each morning as it is. To do so knowing that you were going to him...”

Her stomach flipped over. “I wouldn’t do it, Sirius.” Seeking a distraction for them both she stretched out her legs to rest upon his thighs, her billowing skirts settling to cling against her skin as his eyes darkened in evident appreciation.

“I can’t stand the thought of him touching you like I do, sweetheart,” Sirius whispered as he reached out to slowly run one hand along the length of her legs. “I told you the first night I took you to bed that you were mine, and I meant it. You’re so beautiful, you know!”

Lyra allowed the soft moan that had been building inside her with his caress to fly from her lips as his hand came to rest upon her waist. “You tell me so and I believe you, Sirius,” she said, keeping her own voice just as low as his. “Do you want something?”

“I want you. You look fantastic in Muggle clothing of course, Lyra, but there’s something about seeing you dressed in your formal clothes that gets me rock hard in a heartbeat,” he confessed hoarsely.

She twisted back towards him and ran her tongue across her lips as she reached for the fastenings of her dress, caring nothing for the fact that they could be interrupted at any moment. “How about seeing me undressing from my robes, Sirius? What does that do to you?”

“It makes me want to remind you all over again that you’re mine, Lyra. Not Malfoy’s and not anyone’s but mine.”

“Then prove it to the both of us.”

He reached his hand up to pull her across to straddle his waist, but a sound in the corridor outside froze them both where they sat, and then they leapt apart as the door swung open.

Elphias Doge leaned against the door frame, urgency in his clouded eyes and his sparse white hair sticking out in every direction where he had clearly been running his hands through it in agitation.

“Miss Menadue!” he wheezed, clutching at his chest. “I am sorry to barge in, but time is of the essence.”

Desperately hoping that the elderly wizard had not noticed the flush of her skin or the fact that Sirius was breathing far too heavily, Lyra rose from the sofa and moved to block Sirius from view so that he could recompose himself as she spoke. “What is it, sir? What’s happened?”

“Fudge has called an emergency convention of the Wizengamot. I suggest that you return to the Ministry on the pretext of retrieving some personal possession, perhaps; once you arrive they will undoubtedly make use of you and you will be able to bear witness to all that passes; I am afraid that my old eyes are not what they once were, Miss Menadue. You are doubtless far more sharp and astute than I these days.”

“An emergency convention?” Sirius had stood up and he bent down to pick up her cloak as he spoke, for she had tossed it to the floor whilst restlessly waiting for him. “Elphias, what’s going on?”

“It’s Albus,” Doge said heavily. “I think those who are against us finally have enough votes to have him removed as Chief Warlock. I must go; I cannot delay any longer. Follow me as soon as you can, Miss Menadue.”

Doge bowed deeply and turned around to amble down the hall and out of the front door as Lyra and Sirius stared at each other in consternation. A flash of red hair racing up the stairs reminded her that too many eyes lurked to bear witness, and she held herself back from stretching up for the kiss she craved as he draped her light cloak around her shoulders again.

“We’ll talk about all this later, Sirius, I promise.”

“I know – and we’ll pick up exactly where we left off, sweetheart.”

“Is that a promise?”

His eyes darkened again as he let his hand linger against her face for a heartbeat too long. “You bet. Be careful Lyra, okay?”

Her breath quickened, but she could do nothing but toss a casual smile towards him as she followed Doge out of the door.

A/N

I’m delighted by the positive reviews – each one is very gratefully read, and constructive criticism is always welcomed. The Raven’s Song will be updated weekly, as things stand; I currently have a packed schedule of professional writing and editing demanding my attention, but this story is fully plotted out to its conclusion.

I hope you all continue to enjoy it. IR.
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