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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
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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
- 14
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- 16
Crisp, dried up leaves scraped the pavement as the wind from the back door gusted them aside. Sirius hurled produce crates off to the side of the dumpster, lazily tossing them into a heap rather than stack them as Rupert had requested. He'd just worked a double breakfast and lunch shift, and he was eager to get the hell out of the Leaky Cauldron for a few days.
Dumbledore was scheduled to be gone all weekend. Despite him not specifically requesting Sirius's presence, Sirius wanted to be available in case of an emergency. He'd spent the entire last year virtually useless to the Order. With his newfound freedom, he vowed to be the opposite.
It was also Hogwarts' first Hogsmeade weekend, and Sirius wanted to see Harry. He'd convinced Allie to take off from serving as well, planning to make an entire event of the weekend.
The only thing that stood between him and the eventful weekend was these damned produce crates.
"Rupert isn't going to be happy about those," Shannon said as Sirius stepped back inside the kitchen.
"The waste collectors will have them vanished before Rupert even comes in," Sirius said flatly. "And you're not going to squeal on me."
Shannon rolled her eyes. "Can you come upstairs? I need help twisting off the valve to one of the oil lamps in room 12."
"Don't you have your—"
Sirius caught himself before finishing the sentence, almost forgetting that Shannon could not use her wand because Shannon did not have one. Guilt panged through him as he sighed heavily.
"Yeah, I can come help."
Sirius's back and knees ached with each step up the Leaky Cauldron's narrow, rickety staircase. Standing for hours on a cement floor was doing nothing kind to his body, he reckoned. This whole working shindig was for the birds.
As Shannon and Sirius reached the top stairs, strange noises caught their attention from one of the smaller rooms off to the right.
"What is that?" Sirius whispered.
"I dunno," Shannon shrugged "Let's go see."
As he got closer, his ears burned as he started to make out the sounds coming from the room. Was that what he thought it was?
"I think someone's buffin' up here,"
The door was cracked just enough for him to look inside. He looked in and saw Lenore, dress shirt open to display a satin black push-up bra, grinding against a man who appeared to be Jack. Her skirt covered any copulation. His large hands gripped her waist, guiding her. His one hand reached up to slide her shirt off her shoulders, but she very quickly swatted it away.
Lenore's eyes met his. Smirking, she winked and then continued on as if Sirius wasn't there. Sirius looked away abruptly, then turned sharply and bolted towards room 12, Shannon tailing after him, whispering loudly.
"What? Who was it? What did you see?"
Sirius pulled her into the room, then burst out laughing in a mixture of embarrassment and awkwardness. He ran a hand through his greasy, coated in cooking oil hair, immediately regretted doing so. He grimaced, then wiped his hand onto the front of his trousers roughly.
"Lenore and Jack," he said. "shagging."
"What?" Shannon cried. "No way,"
"Trust me, I know what I saw—" Sirius said.
"Why the hell would they not close the door? They're not due to work for another hour! What are they doing here?"
"Obviously they're here to get their rocks off, Shannon," Sirius said, rolling his eyes. "Now show me this damn oil lamp."
Within the hour, Sirius was back at 12 Grimmauld Place, taking the hottest shower possible to strip him of all the cooking grease. His shampoo refused to lather on the first two washes, so slacken with oil that Sirius wondered if he'd ever get himself clean. This one possibly the worst part of his job, he reckoned, feeling, and smelling like a deep-fried potato.
The weather looked like it was going to start to turn for the worst. Sirius's weather glass clouded and formed linear crystals at the top, a sure sign that inclement weather was headed their way.
"Such a shame, Beaky," he said, tossing a chunk of raw steak towards Buckbeak, "Had we gone to Hogsmeade today, the weather would've been quite nice."
Buckbeak happily ate the next few scraps Sirius tossed to it. Watching the hippogriff light up over a few pieces of fat steak trimmings delighted, as well as depressed him.
"I'm sorry you're locked up in here," he said, "I wish you'd be able to roam freely, spending your days flying the skies,"
Buckbeak clicked its beak and cocked it's head to the side. Sirius forced a smile.
"I'm going to try to do something about that," he continued. "I promise you, Beaky— one day, you'll be able to be free."
Sirius made his way downstairs, smiling at the bag donned with iridescent tissue paper. Allie's winter bomber jacket no longer fits her at this stage in her pregnancy. He guessed tomorrow she'd need something with the ability to cover her completely. He'd gotten a black thick wool winter cape cloak with a jeweled neck brooch, along with a matching pair of thin black gloves, black furry earmuffs, and a mustard yellow scarf that he prayed wouldn't clash with her hair.
The floo sounded, and Allie stepped into the kitchen, brushing soot off the front of her Hogwarts' school robe. They greeted each other, then Allie scrunched her nose when she noticed the bag on the table.
"Open it,"
She pulled out the cloak, earmuffs, gloves, and scarf, smiling at each one. Sirius was pleased to see that this shade of mustard didn't horribly clash.
"Sirius, you didn't have to get me all this,"
"Nonsense, that coat of yours wasn't going to keep you warm if you can't zip it, and well, I got a little carried away with the accessories."
Allie folded the items neatly back into the bag, and then strolled over and gave him a quick peck on the lips.
"They are all so lovely, thank you," Allie said, "How will I ever repay you?"
Sirius grinned, "I can think of something."
Allie rolled her eyes playfully, then sauntered over to the fridge. She pulled out a container of pickles, unscrewed the lid, and ate three pickles in succession of each other before putting the jar back into the fridge.
"Do we have any apricot jam?" she asked, squinting inside the fridge.
"Apricot?" Sirius scoffed, "Who the hell eats apricot jam?"
"I do," she said indignantly.
"Since when?"
Allie shrugged, then retrieved a cup of ice from the freezer, tossed an ice chip in her mouth, and crunched happily. Sirius shook his head and chuckled.
"Alright, I'm ready to go whenever you are."
"I've got some homework I need to do so it won't loom over my head all weekend," she said, "Give me a couple of hours?"
He wasn't anticipating her finishing her homework before they headed out. Had he known she needed some time, he wouldn't have rushed to pack a bag and be ready to go the moment she stepped through the fireplace.
"Alright, but not a second more," Sirius winked. "Would you like me to go pick you up some of that foul jam you insist you like?"
Allie smiled wide. "Yes, please."
Sirius returned a half-hour later from the muggle corner store with two jars of apricot jam, an arm full of liquor bottles, and a jar of pickles. Knowing the rate Allie was going through pickles, she'd be out by the end of the weekend.
He spent the rest of his time pretending to keep busy, bustling in and out of the drawing-room with dusters, a broom, or asking her if she wanted any tea while she worked. She caught on to what he was doing, and eventually closed her textbooks.
"You're restless, I can see," she said, smiling. "Come on, let's go,"
"No, no, no rush," Sirius insisted, "finish your work."
"I can't," Allie laughed, "you're too distracting."
"Alright, off we go then." Sirius grinned, "Do you need to pack a bag?"
"No, I took my bag this morning," She said, "I also keep a few things in the room, just in case."
Sirius grabbed his overnight bag, overwhelmed with excitement. Sure, they were just going to Hogwarts, but it sort of felt like a vacation. He hadn't been on holiday in almost 15 years.
"You need to be very specific when calling this floo. Otherwise, you will end up in the wrong part of the castle. I ended up in a spare bedchamber suite on the second floor when I wasn't specific enough," Allie said, tossing in a handful of floo powder. The flames turned a vibrant shade of emerald. "Bedchamber suite assigned to Allison Murphy, Hogwarts, Sixth-floor staircase."
Allie stepped inside and disappeared. Sirius shrugged, thinking this was almost too specific, but grabbed a handful of powder and followed suit.
"Bedchamber suite assigned to Allison Murphy, Hogwarts, Sixth-floor staircase."
Sirius spun around and around through the floo before he was deposited into the fireplace of an unfamiliar room. He stepped out, brushing the soot off his front as he looked around.
Allie had quite the charming little suite. He observed the antique flowered couch adorned with a thick cream knit blanket and a few scattered textbooks. A small coffee table bore an expensive china tea set and the adjacent wall slatted floor to ceiling with various reference books. A magnificent stained glass window was the focal point of the room, casting a red, yellow, and green glow the entire room, leaving patterns of light on the furniture and floor. A small kitchenette was tucked off to the side, next to a couple of doorways leading to a bedroom and bathroom.
Sirius smiled at the photo frame resting next to an oil lamp on the end table, a photo of him and Allie, splattered in the paint from their summer projects at 12 Grimmauld place. She's laughing, emitting a radiant glow from within as he plants an enthusiastic kiss on her temple in an infinite loop.
"Nice place you got here," he said, running his fingertips along the back of the sofa, "there's more of these rooms?"
"Yeah, surprisingly, there's a few littered about the castle. Apparently, they used to use them as staff suites until the staff asked to have their chambers in their offices."
"Well, this one is quite nice," Sirius chuckled "Dumbledore didn't hold out on anything for you."
"No, he didn't," Allie chuckled sheepishly "come see the rest."
She tangled her fingers in his and tugged him along to the bedroom, fitted with a king-sized four-poster bed, a zillion pillows, and a soft, fluffy white down comforter. Brief thoughts of filth crossed his mind as his imagination of what could be done in the bed ran wild.
"Come see the bath," she said, "You won't believe it."
Sirius followed her into a marble room larger than he was expecting. The bath was larger than a public children's wading pool, with at least 50 different water and soap taps.
"Damn, kitten," he said, "this is even bigger than the prefect's bath…"
"You were a prefect?" She asked, crinkling her nose
"No, no, Remus was," a wry smile crossed his face "I spent some time in there though, when I was invited, of course."
Allie blushed, "you were dating a prefect?"
"I didn't date any of them really,"
"Oh? So there was more than one?"
Sirius grinned wider "each house has 3 prefect girls at one time, which was 12 ladies to be sweet on so I wouldn't get detention for getting caught after hours. Not all accepted my proposals, but more than not did."
Allie smiled sheepishly and laughed, shaking her head. "You're rotten, Sirius Black."
Sirius pulled her close, nuzzling his face into the side of her head and inhaling the scent of her shampoo. He grabbed her chin and turned her head, his lips only an inch from hers.
"You don't even know the half of it," he growled.
Her breathing hitched as she locked eyes with him for a moment.
"Would you like to take a walk around the grounds?" she whispered.
Sirius stepped back and laughed. "I wasn't expecting to be leaving the room so soon."
Allie bit her lip and blushed, "They'll be plenty of time to spend here. It's lovely out, and it won't be tomorrow. Come," she took his hand and dragged him towards the door. "Just one lap of the grounds."
It was, indeed, a lovely afternoon. The trees of the Forbidden Forest reflected hues of red, orange, yellow, and brown across the surface of the Black Lake. The water was still as glass, not a trace of wind had touched its surface despite the forecast of a storm tomorrow morning. The grounds were quiet, minus a bush he and Allie passed that he was sure a pair of hormonal teenagers were fornicating in.
"Over there is where I first learned the Animagus transfiguration," Sirius pointed to a small embankment. "I was the first to learn. James was able to master it a few days after me, and Peter about a month after us."
Sirius's insides twisted at the mention of Peter, but he maintained his composure.
"Was it hard?" Allie asked, "to learn, I mean?"
"Oh yeah," Sirius said, "took us years. But once we were able to, the change feels as simple as blinking."
They lapped the Black Lake once, passing the twisted, knotty Whomping Willow tree, shaking its partially bare branches.
"That tree has a passageway that leads to the Shrieking Shack in Hogsmeade."
"No, it doesn't," Allie snorted.
"Yes, it does," Sirius raised a brow. "That shack was built for Remus. That's how he was able to attend Hogwarts. During the full moon, he would crawl through the underground tunnel and spend the night there. Well, that is until we started roaming the grounds with him."
"Dumbledore built a whole shack just for him?" Allie asked
"Dumbledore is a kind man. He wanted Remus to be able to get the same education as the rest of us. It wasn't his fault what happened to him, and Dumbledore knew that. Much like how he offered to let you come back and finish your education. He didn't have to do that, and I suspect not many Headmasters before him would've extended the offer."
They came up towards Hagrid's hut next. The half-giant was outside, splitting firewood next to a patch of oversized pumpkins. His drooling bloodhound Fang lay off to the side, napping pleasantly in the sunlight.
"Hagrid!" Sirius called.
Hagrid looked up, then gave Sirius and Allie a jolly wave.
"Sirius, was n' expectin' to see yeh!" Hagrid said, "I figured yeh be at the Leaky Cauldron tonight."
"Took some time off," Sirius grinned "Dumbledore is gone for the weekend as you know, so I figured I should be available."
"We got Aurors in Hogsmeade," Hagrid said. "But I guess yeh can't be too careful. How bout a pint of ale? Allie, I got some tea fer you."
"That'd be lovely, Hagrid," Allie smiled, linking her arm inside Sirius's "Thank you."
Hagrid's ale steins were larger than Sirius's face, but he wasn't complaining. He took a hearty sip, spilling a bit down his front. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve as Allie giggled, shyly smiling over her oversized tea mug.
"So, how's ol' Buckbeak?" Hagrid said, "he seem ter be doin' alright?"
"He's alright," Sirius said "To tell you the truth, I think he misses being able to roam freely. I get it, I know what it's like to be a prisoner."
Hagrid frowned "I wish he was here wit' me. I miss the ol' brute."
An idea struck Sirius. It seemed too simple, almost stupid it was so simple, but it could possibly work.
"What if we brought him back here?" Sirius asked, "We can change his name. No one would know it was the same hippogriff."
Hagrid's beady black eyes positively sparkled at this. "I wouldn' tell a soul! Not a single one! I'll take that secret to me grave!"
Sirius raised his glass and grinned, "I'll fly him here this week."
They stayed at Hagrid's for just over an hour, the setting sun their cue to start heading back towards the castle. The wind had begun to pick up as Sirius and Allie made their way across the grounds, The Black Lake now rippled with small whitecaps that appeared orange in the sunset glow.
"You really think that simply changing Buckbeak's name will allow him to live here freely?"
"Sure, why not?" Sirius said, "Hippogriffs are less easily recognized than people."
Allie shook her head. "It just seems so simple."
"So simple, it's stupid?" Sirius grinned. "But it's so stupid, it's brilliant."
Once they'd made it back inside Allie's suite, Sirius kicked his shoes off and plopped down on the couch with a dramatic sigh.
"Ahh, well, that was fun," he said." What's next on the agenda? It's only 7:45."
"I haven't used the bath yet," Allie giggled softly, "would you like to try it with me?"
Sirius whipped his head around, grinning at the soft blush twinging her cheeks.
"You didn't even have to ask, kitten."
There were so many bath options at the taps, they had a terrible time choosing which one to try. After debating back and forth, Allie won the argument, and they started filling the pool-sized tub with a citrus bath oil blend. Three rows of a dozen taps of water thundered into the bath as six smaller spigots trickled in orange, yellow, and green perfumed bath oils. The suds smelled like a lush tropical margarita blend.
Sirius smiled as Allie pulled off her top and tossed it aside. The band of her bra appeared moth-eaten under her left arm, and the powder blue color was faded and worn to a dingy gray at the edges. Sirius silently wished he would've tacked on some new undergarments when shopping for her cloak. There was no sense in her wearing bras that looked like they'd been run over by a stampede of hippogriffs.
"What do you have to drink here?" he asked, watching her breasts tumble free as she removed her worn brasier.
"A wide selection of teas," She said, tossing her bra aside. "Some juices, water…"
"No, I mean a drink," Sirius laughed as he began to strip, "Whisky, scotch, wine…?"
Allie laughed, "Sirius, I'm pregnant— you think Dumbledore would've stocked the room with alcohol?"
Sirius sighed, "I guess not," He inhaled the sweet, margarita-Esque scent of the slowly filling bath and sighed- he'd really kill for a drink.
"I've got cranberry juice," she offered.
"But no vodka," Sirius sighed, "I'm going to floo back and get something. Need anything while I'm there?"
She shook her head, "no, but hurry back, the bath will be done shortly."
Sirius grinned and took off towards the fireplace, not bothering to redress. He'd never taken the floo in just his knickers before, but he didn't want to waste any time.
The floo scratched his bare arms and chest as he spiraled through the stone fireplace connection, spitting out 12 Grimmauld Place just a moment later. He coughed from the soot as he exited the floo, and plucked the first bottle of scotch and glass he saw. Returning, he found Allie already in the bath, hair knotted on top of her head and lounging back.
"You're not getting in this bath with all that soot on you," Allie scolded.
"That's the whole point of bathing," Sirius laughed.
Allie held up her index finger, giggling and wagging her finger as if to scold a child.
"Brush yourself off first." she insisted.
Sirius set his scotch down, fumbled through his discarded pants for his wand, then siphoned off the soot and dirt from him before dropping his drawers ad pouring himself a drink. He stepped down the stairs and took a hearty swig.
"Ahh," he said, "a bath is always better with a drink."
Allie playfully rolled her eyes as she beckoned him to join her. He settled himself next to her and set his glass aside. He grinned,
"I should just come to school with you," he said, "I'll hang out here all day while you're in class, and then I can help you de-stress in between."
Allie laughed, "you'd be too much of a distraction for me."
Sirius smiled, "you act like that would be a bad thing."
Allie flicked a little bit of suds onto Sirius's chest and giggled. He countered with a slightly larger splash, making her squeal, then pulled her close.
"Actually, I'm surprised you even want to come home to our shithole with digs like this."
Allie scoffed, "our home isn't a shithole."
"Not so much anymore," Sirius laughed "ten thousand galleons later,"
The color drained from Allie's face. "That's how much all the repairs took?"
"Yeah," Sirius shrugged "the kitchen was the brunt of it since everything needed to be updated to this century…"
Allie stiffened. "I'm sorry, I didn't know how much—"
"Allie," Sirius said, looking at her earnestly "It's alright. I have the money."
Allie didn't smile, but she relaxed a little. Sirius extended his arm, and she nuzzled up next to him. He took her jaw and turned her head towards him and kissed her.
"Let's talk about something else," he said, "how are your classes going? Snivellus treating you alright?"
Allie glossed over her classes, telling him about Slughorn's favoritism towards individual students. She talked about Snape's redecoration or the Defense Against the Dark Arts Classroom, and how Herbology so far has actually been the hardest subject.
"Herbology is all memorization at this level," she explained. "Potions is my best subject, but Slughorn is too busy noticing Harry to notice me. I'm alright with that though, I don't need constant recognition."
"Seems like constant recognition would be your worst nightmare." Sirius laughed.
Allie flushed and smiled sheepishly, "I've been talking for a bit, how about you now- how has work been for you?"
"It's the Leaky Cauldron," he said apathetically, "not much to report— however, I did stumble upon something odd this afternoon…"
Allie readjusted and looked at him with interest. "What do you mean, odd?"
Sirius laughed, then turned his attention to the crackling soap bubbles in front of them.
"I caught Jack and Lenore shagging in one of the upstairs rooms."
"What?" Allie barked a laugh, "You're joking."
"No, I'm not," Sirius said, with a deadpan expression. "I saw it with my own eyes."
Allie leaned back against the edge of the tub and sighed. "Lenore told me she thought he needed a distraction to get over me. It looks like she decided to be the distraction."
Sirius raised an eyebrow at her. "You're not upset, are you?"
"No, no," Allie said quickly, "why would I be upset? I want Jack to be happy, I want him to move on, I just—" Allie exhaled, seeming unsure of how she wanted to finish her statement.
"You didn't exactly want him to move on with her?" Sirius said.
Allie opened and closed her mouth a couple of times before speaking, now just above a whisper. "I don't carry a torch for him, I promise."
"I never said you did," Sirius said, even-keeled "Lenore is an attractive woman, I can understand where some jealousy—"
"I'm not jealous," she snapped, "I am not jealous. I just…" Allie blushed, and then her voice returned to a whisper once more, "I feel like a fat, gangly giraffe compared to her."
Sirius blinked a few times, then burst out laughing. "A fat- what? Kitten…" he placed a hand on Allie's thigh "I don't want to hear that talk about yourself again."
Allie chewed her lip for a moment, then nodded slightly. He cupped her chin and kissed her gently, then trailed his fingers down her neck to her left breast, tracing a blue vein running down the entire way. Goosebumps broke out over her as he cupped her breast from underneath and stroked its side with his thumb.
"You are the most beautiful woman in the world," he whispered.
She blushed, leaning her forehead against his. "I do feel beautiful when I'm with you," she whispered. "I just…" she trailed off, her blush deepening.
Sirius slid his hand down and traced the curve of her hips with his palm. "No, don't think about it. Focus on how you feel right now," his hand wrapped around her backside, and with impressive strength lifted her, so she now sat in his lap. She draped her arms loosely around his shoulders, her breasts level with his face. He grinned.
"How do you feel right now?"
She blushed, looking away, "beautiful," she whispered.
"Look me in the eye and tell me," Sirius said, firmly but kindly.
Allie turned beet red but did as she was told. She looked him in the eye, fighting an embarrassed smile "I'm beautiful," she whispered, even softer.
"What?" Sirius said, tickling her side and earning a squealing giggle, "I can't hear you!"
"I' m—I'm beautiful! I'm beautiful!" she squealed through laughter "I'm beautiful! Now stop! Please!"
Sirius obliged, burying his face into her chest and motorboating between her breasts. Allie squealed once more and slapped him playfully on the shoulder as she hiccuped through laughter. Once they settled down, Sirius kissed her gently.
"Don't you ever forget that you're beautiful, you hear me?"

The next morning, Sirius woke on his stomach, face down in a pile of fluffy white pillows. Upon tossing the blanket off of him, he caught the cold draught of the 1000-year-old castle. He sat up with a shiver, almost forgetting they'd spend the night in Allie's suite. He turned to her, she slept on her side, hugging a pillow that supported her bump from underneath. He smiled, she looked like a porcelain doll with her curls spiraling around her face.
"Allie," he said, his voice rough and gravelly from sleep.
"Mm-" Allie rolled over onto her back, grabbing a spare pillow and shoving it over her face. He'd kept her up a little later than anticipated last night, so it was no surprise she was tired this morning.
A grin spread across his face as an idea came to mind. He ducked under the covers, slithering himself between Allie's legs. She'd slept in just her panties and a camisole, perfect for what he was planning. He kissed her inner thighs gently, allowing his stubble to scratch against her milky white and freckled skin. She twitched as she stretched sleepily.
"Sirius," she mumbled, "What are you doing?"
"Waking you up properly," he said, hooking his fingers around the waistband of her panties and pulling them down. "I want you to start the day off right."
"That tickles," she giggled as his stubble brushed her inner thighs once more. "That— oh, oh dear god—"
Sirius was hopeful that the stone walls of Allie's suite were indeed soundproof from the outside. She'd held nothing back as his tongue flicked over her most sensitive parts, rhythmically bringing her to climax with an earth-shattering, toe-curling cry. She lay panting, catching her breath as Sirius moved on to give her breasts attention.
"Good girl," he murmured, "think you've got another one in you?"
"After that and last night? I really don't know,"
"Oh, I think you do," Sirius murmured huskily. "We're not leaving this bed until you do."
30 minutes later, Sirius watched dreamily as Allie struggled to dress with shaking legs.
"So should we stagger our way to the Great Hall, so no one sees us together?" Sirius called to her. "You were magnificent, by the way."
Allie snorted a laugh, shaking her head. "I don't know if I can bring you to the Great Hall, actually. How about I sneak you a plate back?"
"Mm," Sirius growled, grinning ear to ear. "I feel like a dirty little secret in here."
"Hush," Allie rolled her eyes, then turned back and kissed him. "I'll be back with breakfast. Get yourself cleaned up while I'm gone."
She returned a half-hour later with plates of bacon, eggs, and toast. Sirius was dressed and ready for their trip to Hogsmeade, and had fresh tea brewed for them on the coffee table. They settled onto the flowered couch, plates in their laps.
"The weather looks bad out there," she said through a mouthful of toast. "I looked out the front entrance to the castle. It's sleeting, and it's much colder than it was yesterday."
"Lovely," he muttered. "shall we floo to the Three Broomsticks, then? I'd like to get a table large enough so Harry, Ron, and Hermione can join us."
"Yes, please," she laughed, "I want to be outside as least as possible."
The Three Broomsticks was incredibly crowded, as many students and other residents of Hogsmeade took refuge from the weather inside the pub. Sirius was at least able to find them a booth towards the back of the main dining room and ordered himself a scotch and Allie a ginger ale. He looked at his watch; Harry and his friends should be arriving momentarily.
"So tell me about this internship," Sirius asked. "You're not stressing yourself out over it, are you?"
"No, not really. I mean, it has taken up some time that I could use to do homework, but I've learned so much about healing just in the past month," Allie said. "Madam Pomfrey has taught me so many advanced spells. She's allowed me to exclusively brew all of the simple medicinal potions for the stock cabinet."
Allie and Sirius shared a plate of steak and kidney pie before spotting Harry, Hermione, and Ron entering the Three Broomsticks, brushing the sleet from their coats. Sirius waved them over, to which Harry smiled eagerly and drug the others over with them. Sirius rose and greeted Harry with a tight, enthusiastic hug.
"Harry, my boy! How's your trip so far? Weather is a bit touchy today."
"Yeah, it's not the most pleasant. Zonko's is closed, but at least Honeydukes was still open."
"What?" Sirius cried exasperatedly, "Zonko's is closed?"
"Yeah," Harry said, "The closed sign was dated two weeks ago."
"Damn," Sirius sighed, "I would've liked to take a stroll through there."
"Uhm, Sirius," Ron said, "Did you know Mundungus is selling a bunch of your old stuff?"
"My stuff?" Sirius asked. "What stuff?"
"The silver that I told you he took while you were in prison," Allie said, "I told you he took it intending to sell it."
"Oh yeah, yeah," Sirius waved off the thought "Slimy bastard shouldn't have been snooping through those things, but he took nothing I care about. He can have all my mother's old shit, I don't care. You kids want some butterbeer? Ginger ale? Pumpkin juice?"
Sirius got the kids three pints of butterbeer, and they enjoyed over small talk of classes, tests, and general happenings around Hogwarts. Sirius took the time to brag about Allie brewing all the Hospital wings potions, knowing she wouldn't do it herself, and earning himself a blush. Ron bragged about how well he did during his keeper tryouts and insisted Sirius and Allie attend the next game.
"You'll be at the first game, right, Sirius?" Ron asked, eagerly.
"I'll be there," Sirius smiled. "Even if I have to call in sick to make it."
He winked at Allie's playfully disapproving look before taking her hand underneath the table and squeezed.
"What do all of you think about heading over to Honeydukes? I'd like to pick up something sweet for Allie here..."
Harry, Ron, and Hermione declined politely, stating they had already been to Honeydukes just before arriving at the Three Broomsticks. They bundled themselves up in their coats, hats, and scarves as Sirius finished his whiskey.
"Hopefully, the weather isn't as bad next Hogsmeade weekend," Sirius said, "We'll have to meet up again."
Sirius and Allie left the pub only minutes after Harry, Ron, and Hermione, leaving behind a couple galleons for Madam Rosmerta, the bar matron. The wind whipped their faces as they walked down the cobblestone street towards Honeydukes, giving them the feeling of instant frostbite. Allie clutched Sirius's bicep, walking so close to him she nearly stepped on his foot a few times. Right before they reached the entrance to Honeydukes, Allie stopped.
"Do you hear screaming?" She asked, raising her voice to be heard over the wind.
Sirius listened for a moment, but could not hear much over the howling of the icy wind.
"I can't hear anything over this wind," he hollered back to her.
Through the sleet, they saw a figure running up to them. Sirius could hardly make out that it was Harry until he was just a few feet in front of them.
"Sirius, Allie," He cried "Come quick, someone's been cursed."
"What?" Sirius shouted.
"Come on!"
Allie and Sirius hurried after Harry. As they approached, Sirius then heard high-pitched wailing screams, then saw the body they belonged writhing on the wet, slushy ground. Allie ran forward, dropping to the girl's side and shouting up at the spectators.
"What happened?"
"She— she" one of the girls standing over her was sobbing profusely and could not finish speaking. Hermione finished for her instead.
"This is Katie Bell," she hollered over the wind "She and Leann were walking back to the castle when Katie touched that—"
Ron was reaching for a glinting opal necklace as Hermione pointed.
"Don't touch that!" Allie hollered desperately, "wrap it in a sweater or scarf before you pick it up."
Sirius knelt down next to Allie, deafened by the wind, and Katie Bell's screams.
"What do you need?" he asked, "Can I help?"
Allie looked as if all the color had drained out of her face. "I don't know what to do. I've never seen magic like this—we need to get her back to the castle. I need Madam Pomfrey."
"I can help with that," Sirius wrapped one arm under Katie's knees and the other under her shoulders and picked her up. She was trembling and screaming as if she were in immense pain. "Let's go."
Sirius and Allie took off at as quick a pace as Allie could keep up with, the sleet hammering into their faces like razor blades, turning their faces raw and numb. Once they reached the castle, Katie's screams became deafening as they were no longer insulated by the howling wind. He couldn't get the poor girl to the hospital wing fast enough. She shook in his violently, the whites of her eyes were splintered with red capillaries, and she had dark purple veins popping out of her skin.
"What is that racket—oh dear," Madam Pomfrey shouted once they'd reached the hospital wing.
"She's been cursed," Allie said "she touched something given to her in the bathroom at the Three Broomsticks—"
"Merlin,"
Sirius had never seen Madam Pomfrey look bothered by anything during his time at Hogwarts. Still, the expression on her face had him worried.
"Alright, Murphy, I need calming draught and a pain potion from the cabinet to start. Black, go find Professor McGonagall and tell her Katie Bell is with me."
Selfishly, Sirius wanted to stay where the action was, to see how Allie and Madam Pomfrey were going to cure the cursed girl. Still, he did was he was told and set off for Professor McGonagall's office.
It'd been over 20 years since he'd been a student at Hogwarts, yet he remembered exactly where he was going. It was as if he was 17 years old again, heading off to ask for an extension on his Transfiguration NEWT essay, knowing McGonagall would say,
"Tough luck, turn in what you have finished, Mr. Black."
Professor McGonagall's office hadn't changed one bit. Her simplistic decor was entirely in place. Brass knick-knacks on her desk polished to a high shine, much like a brand new trumpet. A small cat tree was off in the corner, and Sirius wondered if McGonagall slept in it regularly.
"Sirius, I wasn't aware Dumbledore asked for you this weekend," She said, looking up from her pile of essays.
"He didn't. I was in Hogsmeade with Allie, but we brought back a student. Katie Bell, I think they said her name was?"
McGonagall set her quill down. "Is Bell alright?"
"She's been cursed," Sirius said "someone gave her a package inside the bathroom at the three broomsticks. She accidentally touched it, and it set off a nasty curse. She's in the hospital wing now—Madam Pomfrey asked me to inform you."
"Where is this package?"
"I think Harry was going to bring it in," Sirius said "They were behind us,"
"Let's go," McGonagall rose from her desk, beckoning Sirius to follow her.
They met Harry, Ron, Hermione, and the sobbing girl called Leann at the entrance to the castle. They were all drenched from sleet, their faces bright red from windburn. Harry held an item wrapped in a thick scarf, handling it carefully.
They followed Sirius and McGonagall back to her office, and Sirius wondered when Leann would stop crying. The girl could hardly relay what had happened she was sobbing so hard.
McGonagall ended up sending her away, then proceeded to ask Ron, Harry, and Hermione questions about what they'd seen. After relaying their version of the story, Harry spoke up.
"I think it was Draco Malfoy that cursed her, professor."
"That, Potter, is a severe accusation," Professor McGonagall looked at him sternly. "What makes you think it was Draco Malfoy?"
"I just," Harry took an impatient breath, "I just have a feeling."
Sirius raised his eyebrows at Harry but did not speak. Professor McGonagall pursed her lips,
"Mr. Malfoy was not in Hogsmeade today, Potter. He was serving detention with me, for failing to complete two Transfiguration homework assignments."
Harry opened and closed his mouth a couple of times, but did not speak. Professor McGonagall dismissed them, and Harry looked to Sirius as if he were to come along. Sirius gestured with his head to get going, winking at him as he did so. Harry gave him a half-smile, then exited the office behind Hermione and Ron.
"You're sure the Malfoy boy had nothing to do with this?" Sirius asked McGonagall once the kids were out of earshot.
"He was with me the entire time," McGonagall put her spectacles back on and pulled out some blank parchment. "you saw him yourself."
"I know, but you know his family— you don't think he could've had an accomplice?"
McGonagall put down the quill as quick as she picked it back up. "He's a boy, Sirius. What would you know who want with a child?"
"He doesn't care about age," Sirius said, "He could be replacing his father."
McGonagall sighed, "I highly doubt Draco Malfoy is capable of joining the Death Eaters."
Sirius realized he wasn't going to get McGonagall to budge the slightest bit, so he simply nodded stiffly and agreed.
"Yeah, you're probably right," he said, "I'm going to go check on Allie— can I do anything for you?"
"No, no, I'll send a Patronus if I need anything."
Sirius made his way back to the hospital wing. Katie Bell was no longer screaming but seemed to be in a restless sleep. Allie's cloak, scarf, and gloves had been tossed over one of the stray beds. Her hair was falling out of its bun, and her earmuffs were now around her neck. She had two fingers on Katie's pulse point, staring at the large clock on the wall as Sirius walked in.
She acknowledged him with a forced smile, scribbled something onto the parchment of her clipboard. Then walked over.
"She's stable for now, but we're going to have her moved to St. Mungo's in the morning," Allie said, now lowering her voice. "This was bad, even Madam Pomfrey said it's been years since she's seen anything remotely like this."
"Harry thinks the Malfoy boy did it," Sirius said, lowering his voice to just above a whisper, "but McGonagall said he was serving detention today."
"Then, he couldn't have, right?" Allie asked.
"Unless," Sirius looked around, double-checking they were not in earshot of anyone "someone is helping him."
"Like who?" Allie puzzled for a moment. "Another student?"
"Another student, a Death Eater— anyone really."
Allie scrunched her nose, giving Sirius a doubtful look. "There are a dozen Aurors stationed in Hogsmeade. I'm not sure a Death Eater would be able to go unnoticed."
"Not unless it was someone the Ministry doesn't know about," Sirius said, "Just… keep your eyes open, alright? You've got classes with him?"
Allie nodded.
"Good, follow him one day between classes. See where he goes in his free time, see who he's spending his time with,"
"Sirius," Allie sighed reprovingly "he's just a boy,"
"Yes, but I trust Harry's judgment," Sirius said firmly. "If he thinks Draco Malfoy is capable of doing something like this, then I think it's worth following up with."
Allie chewed her bottom lip for a moment before exhaling. "Alright, I'll try to get his class schedule and see where he goes in his free time, but I don't think I'm going to find anything."
"Well, then we'll know it isn't him if that's the case," Sirius kissed her forehead "Are you going to stay here with Madam Pomfrey?
"For a bit, yeah," Allie said "Katie is going to be a handful until the medi-witches can transport her tomorrow. I want to be as helpful as I can.
"Alright," Sirius nodded. "See you soon?"
"Yeah," Allie nodded,
Sirius leaned in and kissed her forehead, wrapping his arms tightly around her. When he hoped for an eventful weekend, this wasn't exactly what he had in mind.
I'm so excited (and a little nervous) for the next few chapters! A lot is about to happen for Sirius and Allie over the next 3-4 chapters, so stay tuned!
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