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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
Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to Harry Potter or its characters, nor do I make any money from this fic. This is for entertainment purposes only!

Chapter List
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Author's notes: the second half of this chapter we're going to dive back into Allie's perspective!

“I am never drinking again.”
Allie groaned as she folded her arms on the table, and laid her head against them. Sirius looked over his shoulder and smiled at her; poor thing looked absolutely miserable.
“Don’t you worry, kitten— I’m making you my special hangover cure breakfast.”
The kitchen smelled of bacon, eggs and pancakes as Sirius fried up the greasiest, heartiest breakfast he could manage. He had two glasses of Bloody Marys sitting off to the side, awaiting vodka. The bacon sizzled as he flipped all the stove burners to the off position. The bacon grease popped, a small droplet flew up and hit the back of his hand, scorching his flesh. He flailed his hand, muttering expletives under his breath.
“Alright, food’s ready, now for just—“
He reached for a bottle of vodka, now realizing there was none left after last night. He combed through the bottles; Scotch, firewhisky, tequila, rum— He stopped and went back to the tequila. There was just enough for their two glasses. Looks like we’re having Bloody Marias instead.
“Here you are!”
He delivered a heaping plate of food, as well as the breakfast cocktail to her. She grabbed the glass, sniffed it, and then scoffed.
“You made me a Bloody Mary?” she groaned “I don’t even like tomato juice.”
“Bloody Maria. You need a bit of Hair of the Dog to combat that nasty hangover.”
She looked between him, the cocktail and the plate of food with obvious disdain before taking a bite of her bacon.
“Why aren’t you dying of a hangover?” she asked “you drank more than me.”
“ehh, I’m not exactly fixing to run a marathon today, but I obviously can process my alcohol better than you can.” He sat down across from her and took a large sip of his drink. “So, I was thinking. What about swiping some of Moody’s polyjuice again and taking a stroll into Diagon Alley? I want to see Fred and George’s new place. Molly bellyached the other day about them buying a storefront— lord only knows where they came up with the mon—“
“Sirius,” she interrupted softly “You know I can’t take you into Diagon Alley.”
He knew she would refuse, but he had hoped she wouldn’t. He hoped after a wild night of drinking and shagging that she would still be on a rebellious streak, but he knew she wouldn’t be. He knew that once she sobered up, she wouldn’t be willing to risk it.
But how wonderful it would’ve been to stroll through Diagon Alley— sun beating on their necks, ice cream cones from Florean Fortescue’s melting and dripping down their hands as they rushed to eat. Luxuries of a free man, he reckoned.
“Bloody Marys?”
Tonks entered the kitchen looking just as sickly and hungover as Allie did. She grimaced at the sight of her cocktail.
“ugh, I never want to smell alcohol again…”
“A bit of Hair of the Dog is the best thing for a hangover!” Sirius said “and it’s a Bloody Maria, technically.”
“Because that makes it better,” Tonks rolled her eyes “I’ll make a hangover potion.”
Tonks rummaged the cabinets for a pewter cauldron and ingredients, and got to work. Allie slowly picked at her breakfast, snubbing her nose as Sirius would push her cocktail towards her.
“Where’s Remus?” Sirius asked through a mouthful of bacon “Last I saw him you two were snogging here in the kitchen.
Tonks’s expression fell as she stirred the potion counter clockwise. “He left early this morning.”
“You shag last night? Merlin only knows Moony could use—“
“That’s none of your business!” Tonks snapped.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she threw her potion ladle down. Allie placed a hand on Tonks’s back, rubbing gently as she buried her face into her hands. Allie looked at Sirius and frowned.
“Sirius, could you give Tonks and me some privacy?”
He was about to protest when Allie’s eyes beckoned him once more to go. He eyed both women for a moment before nodding stiffly, and then made to exit. He went straight into the drawing room and began rummaging around drawers for one of Fred and George’s extendable ears. He found one covered in dust in the back of the drawer, silently thanking Molly for confiscating this one and hiding it in this drawer.
He stood at the top of the kitchen stairs and dropped the extendable ear down far enough to pick up on Allie and Tonks’s conversation.
“— left without a note, left without saying goodbye. I woke up at half past 6 and he was just gone.”
“Did he have somewhere he had to be? A mission for the Order?”
“Not that I know of, but wouldn’t you think after a night of shagging he’d at least tell me goodbye?”
“I don’t know…”
“I love him. I’ve fallen in love with him and he hates himself so much he can’t let himself be loved. He tells me he’s no good for me, tells me he’s too old, poor and dangerous.”
“Dangerous as in he’s worried he may bite you? May transform and hurt you?”
“I guess, but he’s always locked himself away so I don’t see the issue.”
“Do you know if he feels the same way you do? Or is he using his condition as an excuse to not be honest?”
“If you saw the way he looked at me, kissed me, touched me— he does. I’ve had my fair share of casual sex. Last night was not casual. I mean, he literally was—”
Sirius reeled in the extendable ear— he didn’t want to hear any more of Tonks and Remus’s wild night. He returned the extendable ear to its drawer and paced around the drawing room until he felt an acceptable amount of time had passed. For some reason, he had the nagging feeling he had forgotten something, but couldn’t place his finger on it. He wasn’t sure how he could forget something when he spent every moment of his existence inside the house.
Returning to the kitchen, the girls seemed much perkier than when he left. Tonks now smiled at him, holding out a goblet containing a shimmering peach liquid.
“Hangover potion?” Tonks offered “trust me, it worked much better than your hodge-podge cocktail over there.”
“Hodge-podge?” Sirius scoffed, yet smiled and pointed to Allie’s untouched cocktail. “That is quality bartending right there!”
Tonks stayed for a few hours before insisting she needed to head home.
“If any of you see Remus,” she had said as she rose from the table “Tell him I’d like to speak with him.”
Sirius and Allie then spent the afternoon in the backyard, Allie tending to her flowerbeds as Sirius sat back and read today’s Daily Prophet. The front page depicted his arrest mugshot, headline reading,
Manhunt for Sirius Black continues; 10,000 Galleons on his head
“Can you believe this, kitten?” he had called to her “I’m only worth 10,000 galleons to ol’ Fudge. I figured a scapegoat like me would be worth at least 20!”
They’d come inside for a cup of tea, but found themselves upstairs rolling around in between the sheets instead. Sirius now watched Allie from his bed, admiring how her skin was illuminated with a golden orange glow as she sat in the windowsill, looking out into the front courtyard of Grimmauld place. She looked peaceful, like something you would see out of a muggle painting. She sat with a notebook in her lap, tapping her quill’s feather against her cheek as she seemed to be contemplating what to write next.
She wore an old shirt of his— a habit she had developed after they would shag. This one was an old purple Weird Sisters t-shirt, moth eaten at the bottom hem, but she didn’t seem to mind. Her panties were nearly the exact shade of her skin, giving the illusion she wasn’t wearing any. He admired her from her from her perfectly polished toes up to her wild mane of frizzed curls; she was the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen.
She continued to tap her quill feather against her cheek, staring outside and lost in thought. She did this weekly, crafting letters to send to her siblings Rory, Bridget and Teagan while they were away at school. Sirius found it curious how close she seemed with her younger siblings. She send them the most lengthy of letters each week, and they responded with letters of equal length and detail. He never had that with his brother; they were too different. They lived in the same house, but were more like acquaintances than family.
“What are you thinking about so hard over there?”
“I’m trying to think of some advice to give Rory;” she said “he’s been dealing with bullies,”
Sirius shifted awkwardly; bullies— sensitive subject. To his surprise, she looked at him and gave him a small smile.
“Any advice?”
“Er—“ he coughed awkwardly, caught off guard that she would be asking him for tips, especially after their disagreement on his teenage behavior. “Tell him to stand up for himself. Push back. If he’s not an easy target, they’ll eventually lay off.”
She smiled more and nodded, then continued to scribble. Sirius hoped telling the boy to push back wouldn’t earn him an arse beating if the bullies were twice his size.
“So, you are pretty close with your siblings,”
She nodded.
“But you never mention your other brother, though.”
“What about him?”
Allie did not look up from her letter, but Sirius could see a change of expression from behind her eyes at the mention of her other brother.
“I just don’t know much about him, that’s all. You talk about the others so much, I feel like I know them quite well at this point.”
“Flynn left home after he graduated. No one has seen or heard from him since,” she shrugged “so there isn’t much to say.”
“Do you know why he left?”
Allie looked up, frowning. “Mum and he got into it.”
Fighting with Colleen Murphy seemed to be a trend amongst Allie and her siblings, Sirius thought, but kept this thought to himself.
“What happened?”
Allie took a deep breath, and set her letter aside. It took her a moment to gather her thoughts before she spoke.
“Flynn was… different. Always was. He and I were close as kids, but once he was in school and found his own friends, he changed. Then Dad left, and it got worse.” She paused for a moment. “He never liked Shannon. They got into it over her.”
“Because she’s chatty?”
Allie shook her head “Because she is a squib.”
Tears started to well up in her eyes, and her chin started to quiver. She clenched her hands into fists and took another deep breath, and continued.
“Flynn was embarrassed to have a squib sister. He said something foul to Shannon over dinner, and he and mum got into a screaming match. It was terrible. He said some horrible things to and about her. I think Shannon cried for a week straight,” Allie wiped a stray tear from her cheek. “He packed his stuff that night and left. Haven’t seen him since.”
“I’m sorry,” Sirius said softly. He wasn’t sure what to say, he was never particularly good at family matters. He offered up the only bit of information he thought might make her feel better. “My brother and I were very different, too.”
Allie’s face and neck were now red and patchy. She wiped her cheeks roughly and sniffled. “Will you tell me about him? Regulus, it was?”
Sirius nodded, and rolled over onto his back so he could look at the ceiling. “He was my parent’s better son, as I was reminded constantly. He shared their bullshit pureblood views, and ended up becoming a Death Eater when he was 16.”
“Was there any time you two were close?”
“No,” Sirius said softly “I hated the lot of them— despised them and their views from an early age.” They were silent for a moment. “I didn’t know what it was like to love someone until I went off to Hogwarts. Once I was sorted into Gryffindor and met James, Remus and Peter, they became my family.”
A twinge of anger stirred inside him as he spoke Peter’s name. He was ashamed that he had ever loved the filthy rat traitor like a brother— if only he knew then what he knew now.
“Were you upset when Regulus decided to serve him?”
He understood the ‘him’ meant Voldemort. Allie never flinched at his name, but rarely spoke it herself.
“I wasn’t surprised in the slightest, so I don’t think upset is the proper word. I always knew he would join the ranks of Death Eaters. My parents were so proud, despite not being ones themselves.” he scoffed “Nutters, the lot of ‘em.”
“I’m sure they thought the same of you.”
They both took a moment, and then broke out into laughter. The tension in the room eased slightly.
“Yeah, kitten, I’m sure they did.”
She smiled, then picked her letter back up and continued to write. Curiosity gnawed at him; he now knew why her brother left, but he wondered what happened to her father.
“What about your dad?” he asked
Allie did not look up from her letter. “I don’t know. Flynn and I came home for the Christmas holiday and he was gone. Mum was a wreck and wouldn’t speak of it. To this day she won’t speak of it.”
He had nothing to offer to this sentiment. He felt thick, not knowing the right thing to say or do.
“I’m sorry.” He said finally.
She looked up, her sad eyes returning.
“Me too.”
June brought leaves to the trees, instead of the various blossoms of spring. Allie would’ve liked to be able to walk home from work to enjoy the summer foliage and lovely weather, but she had been forced to apparate directly in and out of 12 Grimmauld place, thanks to Fudge’s paranoia.
She apparated into the foyer, and made her way into the backyard to water her garden. The flowers were blooming magnificently; her rose bushes were flourishing better than she could've hoped for mid-June. The backyard seemed to have had life breathed into it once a living plant started to actually grow back there.
Most of the townhomes of Grimmauld Place had extremely small backyards, fenced in with 12-ft partitions, but thanks to magic, Number 12 had a much larger space. The grassy area had been expanded into the perfect size for dueling, and Sirius had tripled Allie’s garden space. They had tried to repair the concrete patio, but failed. Reparo was not a strong enough spell, and neither of them was too familiar with construction magic to know any better way to repair it. They did however put out a nice patio table, chairs and an umbrella; a lovely place for Sirius to sit and read while Allie tended to the florals. It had become their summer routine, replacing tea on the couch in the drawing room, and she loved it.
If he were to be stuck inside the property lines of this house, she wanted it to be as nice as it could be. She considered getting a muggle wading pool and enlarging it for adults, as a nice place to cool down when the temperatures grew warmer than they already were. Once the backyard became an enjoyable place for him, she would focus on cleaning up the inside.
She wanted to scrub the corroded, grimy windows until the sparkled. She wanted to tear down the wretched wallpaper and paint the house with something less drab. She hoped she could find a counter for a permanent sticking charm, so they could haul out the portrait of Mrs. Black. All of this required money, unfortunately. Money she didn’t have. She didn’t think Sirius would want to dump his own money into the house he hated so much, but she felt if they fixed it up and made it look new, he maybe wouldn’t hate it so much.
She returned back inside and made her way upstairs and into their bedroom. She pulled out a pair of jeans and a tank top, setting them on top of the dresser. She couldn’t wait to get into the shower, to scrub the kitchen grease and sweat off of her that she had accumulated over the course of her shift.
"Hey there," Sirius appeared in the doorway, leaning against the frame, smirking at her. "How was it?"
"Fine, just another day at work."
He stepped inside as she shut the dresser drawer. She felt his hands on her waist as he leaned forward, pinning her hips to the dresser. He nuzzled his face into her neck, kissing her just below the earlobe softly.
"I missed you today," he murmured against her skin. His hands slid up and cupped her breasts. He squeezed, and she nearly went through the roof.
"Ah!" she cried out "Easy...!"
"Mm, sorry," Gave her shoulder a quick peck, and then stepped away. "Tits sore today?"
She gently rubbed her breasts, wincing at their tenderness. "Just a little."
He flopped down onto the bed, folding his hands behind his head. “Must be about to start your period."
Allie froze; how long had it been exactly since her last period? She should be due any day now. She wasn't someone who was exactly on time every month, but she certainly should've started by now. She started counting the weeks mentally. One, two, five... six...? She felt her face flush as panic set in— had it really been 6 weeks? No, maybe she was mistaken. If it had been that long, then she was...
"Sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you," Sirius laughed "every woman bleeds, kitten— it’s nothing to be worked up over."
"Oh, yeah," she said quickly, "no big deal. I— I'm going to have a shower."
He sat up abruptly, a boyish grin plastered to his face. “Shower? Care for some company? I'll wash your back for you."
"No, no, I'll only be a minute— I’ll be back"
She bolted out of the room before he could protest. She slammed the bathroom door shut and turned the shower on cold. She shed her clothes and stepped inside, yelping as the cold water hit her skin. She wanted that to happen; she needed to shock the panic out of her system.
It'll start any day now, you've never been regular. There's no need to panic.
She slid a bar of soap over her skin, repeating this over and over to herself. Her mind kept counting the weeks, racing around dates, times, instances. They had been careful; there was no need to worry. They had always used a contraceptive charm—
Her heart nearly stopped. They had almost always used a contraceptive charm, except for the night of Tonks's little booze fest. She now remembered sitting at the table, specifically telling Sirius to not let her forget to place another contraceptive. It was shortly after that that they had begun drinking, and she had forgotten all about it until this moment.
No, no she couldn't be. What would be the odds of her getting pregnant only after one time? Many couples had to try nearly half a dozen times before it would happen to them. She didn't feel different, she wasn't sick like her mother had gotten during the pregnancies Allie had remembered.
But her breasts were sore. She did remember her mother saying once that that was the first indicator she received when she was pregnant. But surely, it had to be a coincidence. Her breasts would get sore before she started her period each month, so that’s all this had to be. She was late, yes, but she’d been late before. She would surely start any day now. No need to panic.
She rinsed out her shampoo, then took a large glob of conditioner and ran it though her hair, combing her curls with her fingers. It always took a boatload of conditioner to keep some of her frizz down.
She about went through the ceiling when the bathroom door burst open.
"Allie, get out of the shower, we have to go."
Sirius’s tone was sharp, urgent. He was panting, as if he had ran all the way down the long hallway.
"Go where? What’s happening?"
She started panicking once more. What was wrong? Did the ministry find him? Was he about to get captured?
"Snape sent a patronus; Harry had a vision that Voldemort was holding me at the Ministry, so he and the other kids are going on a mission to try to save me. It’s a trap, so they can get their hands on the weapon."
"Oh my god," she shook her hair roughly to rinse the remaining conditioner out, and turned the water off. She ripped the shower curtain open and grabbed a towel, drying off quickly. "Do the others know?"
Just then, they heard the front door open, and footsteps from the floor below.
"Looks like it," he said "come on, we need to go now."
She was dressed and they were down the stairs barely a minute later. Remus, Tonks, Moody and Kingsley all stood in the foyer, concerned expressions plastered to their faces.
"Let's go!" Moody ordered "there is no telling how long the kids have been there already— join hands!"
Allie frowned at Sirius as he reached for her hand.
"Sirius, you can't leave the house."
"I'm not leaving my godson in danger. I'm coming. End of discussion."

She wanted to protest, but didn’t and took his hand anyway. The air was forced from her lungs just for a split second, and then she opened her eyes to find them standing in front of an old abandoned telephone booth on a lonely muggle street
"Everyone, inside!" Moody called.
They stepped inside, the booth magically expanding to fit all occupants. Kingsley dialed a few numbers on the rotary phone. A disembodied voice spoke inside the booth, as if there was another person standing inside with them.
“Welcome to the Ministry of Magic's visitors entrance. Please state your names and business.”
"Alastor Moody, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Nymphadora Tonks, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black and Allison Murphy here on official business"
“Thank you. Please attach visitor’s nametags to the front of your robes.”
The booth spit out name tags for each of them. Allie looked at hers and almost laughed. Allison Murphy, Official Business.
The phone booth lowered like an elevator, down many stories into the ground. Allie felt like her stomach was in her throat; she looked at Sirius, seemingly calm and collected, wondering if he were as much a pile of nerves as she was. If he was, he didn’t show it. His face appeared to be etched in stone, carved into a brave, formidable expression. He turned to her, his expression softening when he surely noticed the fear in her eyes. He reached out and took her hand, squeezing it gently. She held his hand tightly, holding onto him for reassurance. The lift stopped and the doors opened, the disembodied voice speaking once more.
“Level 8, Atrium.”

Author's notes: uh oh, the dreaded Battle of the Department of Mysteries!! We've got a lot of action coming up. Stay tuned!
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