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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
- 17
- 18
- 19
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
ayyyy hope you all are doing well and keeping yourselves healthy during this global plague. Remember to wash your hands, support your small, locally owned businesses, and check on friends and family! As a small business owner myself, this time is especially scary so I'm glad I have Sirius and Allie's drama to escape with!

A slightly longer chapter than typical to keep you all entertained during social distancing! enjoy!

"Let me understand this—You want me to brew Black a potion so he can... fornicate?"
Sirius glared contemptuously at Snape from across the dining table at 12 Grimmauld Place. He opened his mouth to launch a series of insults but was stopped by Remus's large boot kicking him in the shin.
"That’s only one facet of this,” Remus interjected quickly. “Whatever Sirius was exposed to is causing problematic dreams and thoughts. He hasn't slept right in nearly a week."
Snape sighed, looking at Remus apathetically. "And you've considered the possibility that Black isn't merely reverting to his 'old ways'?”
Sirius mumbled 'greasy-haired knob head' under his breath, just soft enough that Snape couldn’t hear. Remus must have, however, earning Sirius another kick in the shin,
"He's certain he's been dosed or jinxed with something," Remus said, "I believe him, especially considering the side effects he's been experiencing…"
Snape waved his hand rapidly to stop Remus before he continued. “If you don’t know what he was dosed with, I cannot brew an effective potion.”
“Can you brew something?” Sirius interjected. “A general antidote of some kind?”
“I could, but it might not alleviate all your symptoms,” Snape said with a shrug.
“I don’t care, if it does at least something, I’ll take it.”
Sirius was desperate at this point— Snape had to help him. Unfortunately for him, he needed Snape’s help.
Snape sighed, leaning back in his chair. "Why me? Surely Murphy is perfectly capable of brewing something for this little situation. Slughorn tells me she's quite the potioneer."
"She doesn't know," Sirius said quickly. "Allie can't know,"
The corners of Snape's mouth curled upwards as he seemed pleased by Sirius's reaction.
"We came to you because we need discretion," Remus said, "Also, you are the best with potions out of everyone we thought to write to, so…"
If Snape was pleased by this statement, he didn't show it. He shrugged his shoulders, flicking the greasy curtains of black hair out of his face. "So, by brewing this antidote for you, Black, I'm doing you a real favor, aren't I?"
Sirius gritted his teeth, feeling his ears burn hot. "Yes, you are," he answered dryly.
The smirk returned to Snape's face. His brow rose with curiosity and amusement. "and what's in it for me?"
"The satisfaction of knowing you helped out a man in need?" Sirius sneered.
Snape didn't react. He remained staring at Sirius curiously with his brow cocked as if he were waiting for him to offer up something better.
"Come on, Snivellus," Sirius groaned, earning him a kick in the shin from Remus. "Ow!— sorry, er, Severus— I'm desperate. Do you want money? I've got gold—"
"I don't want," Snape snapped, "nor need your money."
"What then?" Sirius pleaded, "I'll give you anything—do anything—"
Remus's brows rose into his hairline at this as Snape looked utterly pleased.
"Anything?" Snape drawled. "You'll do anything I desire if I brew this potion for you?"
Sirius sighed, hoping he wasn't going to regret this. He gritted his teeth once more and nodded.
"Anything."
Snape smirked, "Well, I can't think of anything off the top of my head, but we'll just say you'll owe me a favor. I'll have this antidote in a couple of days."
"Thank you," Sirius said, feeling his stomach wrench at the fact he was grateful for Snape. "Just don't say anything to Allie, I need this to be between us."
"It's not like Murphy, and I have afternoon tea together," Snape said plainly, his tone almost bored. "Now, I think it's best I be off. I've got more pressing matters to attend to today."
Snape rose from the table and flooed out without another word, leaving Remus staring at Sirius in bewilderment.
"You promised Severus anything?" Remus asked, "You must be desperate."
"You know I am," Sirius spat contemptuously. "Fucking wanker, he just loved the fact that I asked him for help, didn't he?"
"Swallow your pride, Padfoot," Remus said, chuckling softly, "and be thankful he was feeling generous today."

Once the bell rang at the end of Transfiguration, Allie slid her textbook into her canvas rucksack. She then swung the bag over her left shoulder, but not before casting an anti-gravity charm on the bag to reduce heaviness. She wasn't supposed to be carrying much weight at this stage in her pregnancy, and her zillion textbooks undoubtedly surpassed the weight requirement.
Her free period was next, which she'd filled with a shift assisting Madam Pomfrey. Moseying down the hall towards the Hospital wing, she caught sight of Draco Malfoy darting through the corridor, moving faster than typical without his usual gang of cronies trudging behind him. Allie looked over her shoulder and then back to him. Maybe she should follow him, Madam Pomfrey would understand if she were a few minutes late, right? She knew this to not be accurate, but she figured she should make good on her promise to keep an eye on him to Sirius.
Why was he walking so fast? And to where? She didn't believe that any 6th-year classes were in the direction he was headed. Allie followed a safe distance away, tailing him up the many marble staircases until they reached the 7th floor. She wondered what was dragging him all the way over here, but once the crowd died down, she realized he was going somewhere where no one else was.
Allie quickly cast a disillusionment charm over herself before following him down the abandoned hall. She knew she wouldn't be able to hide herself waddling after him without a crowd of students as shields.
Draco turned down another seemingly empty hallway and paced three times back and forth in front of a bare wall. Allie blinked a few times when she saw a door appear— where on earth was he going?
After Draco stepped through the new doorway, the door shrunk, getting smaller and smaller until it disappeared. She scurried to the very spot she saw the door go, and ran her hands along the cold stone wall. This wall felt solid, and Allie realized precisely what she’d discovered: The Room of Requirement. This was the room that Harry, Ron, and Hermione used for their renegade Defense Against the Dark Arts lessons the previous year.
Allie took a step back and sighed; looks like she'd hit a dead end. She didn’t know what Room of Requirement was needed for today. Since the doorway had disappeared so quickly, Draco must’ve required privacy. It would appear he is up to something that he doesn't want anyone else to know, but did he really have it in him to be a Death Eater at 16? Once Allie had thought about it, she never imagined some of her own family joining the other side.
Allie looked at her watch and swore under her breath; she was so late. She de-cast her disillusionment charm and spun off towards the Hospital Wing. She hustled as fast as she could, losing her breath quicker thanks to a repeated kick in the lungs from the baby. She half-ran half- waddled into the hospital wing, throwing her bag down onto the nearest cot and leaning against the bed frame to catch her breath.
"Murphy, you're late."
"Yes, ma'am, I'm sorry,"
Allie’s soft voice was barely audible through panting. If looks could kill, she would’ve been struck dead by Madam Pomfrey’s annoyed glare. Allie felt her face flood with color as she stood up straight as if a soldier was standing at attention.
"It won't happen again."
Today was a terrible day to be late too. Six second-year boys had been practicing an uncontrollable vomiting jinx that naturally did not go according to plan. All six had ended up in the hospital wing, hurling into buckets and moaning for it to stop. Also, The Ravenclaw Quidditch team had two players in from an accident at practice. One of the beaters had been hit in the shoulder by a bludger, shattering his shoulder blade. It had sent him flying off his broom, accidentally taking down one of the chasers with him. She broke both her legs as they landed on the pitch, as well as a few ribs and fingers. Typically, Madam Pomfrey would've given Allie the chance to mend the broken bones for practice. Still, Allie assumed she was annoyed with her tardiness, placing her on vomit duty instead.
"Nothing they can do but wait it out," Madam Pomfrey said tartly, "keep their buckets clean, and then give them a ginger potion once their vomiting ceases."
By the time Allie's shift was over, she'd been vomited on 3 separate times. Despite siphoning off and Vanishing the vomit with her wand, she still felt gross and was yearning for a bath. Madam Pomfrey held her over until the last minute, giving Allie no time for a quick wash before Herbology.
Half-way down to the greenhouses, Allie noticed remnants of vomit she'd missed crusted onto her left sleeve. She nearly upchucked herself, her stomach churning angrily at the memory of the vomit stench of the Hospital Wing. She'd always struggled with the smell and sight of vomit; blood and gruesome injuries were one thing, but vomit was a completely different animal.
She siphoned the remaining sick from her sleeve with a grimace, stored her wand in the fold of her skirt. Did she have any business becoming a Healer if she couldn’t handle a bit of sick? She reckoned that she’d probably get her fair share of exposure to vomit once the baby had arrived.
"Ah, Murphy, just who I was looking for,"
Allie looked up, surprised to see Snape in this part of the castle.
“Hello,” she said softly, “What can I do for you, professor?”
He smirked, then pulled a small via of a bright fuchsia potion from the pocket of his robes. "I have a delivery for Black— see to it that he gets this."
Allie frowned as she accepted the vial from him. "What's it for?"
Snape never looked joyful, but she thought she saw a spark of excitement in his eye.
"He'll tell you all about it."
Snape glided down the hall without looking back. Allie shrugged and slipped the vial into her robe pockets, and then made her way into the greenhouse.
Herbology felt like a waste of Allie's time. The entire lesson was structured around the care of poisonous fungi, which Allie felt would've been more suitable in a 4th-year class rather than a 7th year. Still, her other classmates didn't seem to grasp the care needed to keep this variety of fungi alive. Allie wondered if the lesson was indeed flawed, or if her hobby of gardening allowed her to catch on to plant care much quicker.
Allie scrubbed her hands at the sink, taking care to remove all dirt from under her fingernails. She felt like she was covered in soot from head to toe; she'd have to go bathe when she was finished here.
"Miss Murphy," Professor Sprout called from behind her, "could you do me a favor?"
Allie dried her hands on a linen rag and spun around, nodding to her.
"Take these herbs to Professor Trelawney? I meant to get them to her yesterday, but the day got away from me."
"Oh, sure, I can do that."
Allie collected her vials of herbs and set off for the Divination tower. She climbed up the rickety ladder, praying she wouldn't fall as she did so.
She was met with the overpowering smell of frankincense and palo santo as she stepped inside the Divination classroom. Professor Trelawney was nowhere in sight, but the crackling fire suggested she was around here somewhere or would be returning shortly.
"Uh, Professor?" Allie called out, albeit probably a little too quiet for her to have heard, "I have herbs from the greenhouse for you."
No answer. Allie piddled around the room, running her fingers across ornate Moroccan table silks and large, crystal clear gazing balls. She became intrigued by a tarot card deck sitting on one of the far tables. She ran her hand across the top card; it felt like it was hand-carved and inlaid with gold.
She picked the deck up, and cut the cards a few times, intrigued by the feel of the silky backs.
"Pick 5 cards, my dear," A voice from behind her said as a hand gripped Allie's shoulder.
Allie jumped, then turned her head to see Professor Trelawney staring at her. Her eyes were magnified by the coke-bottle lenses of her wire-rimmed spectacles.
"Come, come," Professor Trelawney said, "5 cards, my dear, pick, pick."
Allie nodded slowly, then drew 5 cards off the top of the deck. Ten of Swords, Three of Swords, The Devil, The Tower, and Death. Allie frowned at the frightening images, but even more so at Trelawney's gasp.
"Oh, dear…" she said, most melancholy.
"What?" Allie furrowed her brow.
"The cards have spoken," she said simply, plopping down in the chair across from Allie. "My dear, you have quite a journey coming up."
Allie shifted her weight uncomfortably, trying to not let Trelawney get under her skin.
"First card, The Devil," Trelawney pointed to the half-goat man depicted with terrifying images around it. "The universe is telling you there is a negative presence in your life. Something or someone you should not be associating with."
Allie furrowed her brow. She didn't exactly surround herself with negative people,
Trelawney pointed to the next two cards, once of a man with ten swords stabbed in his back, and a human heart stabbed with three swords, through to the hilt.
"Next, we have the Ten of Swords- you're going to suffer from an unwanted surprise in the near future. This goes hand in hand with the Three of Swords— oh, my dear. Such great suffering lies ahead…"
Professor Trelawney pointed to next to a card, depicting people falling from a burning stone tower struck by lightning. She shook her head, gravely.
"The Tower, such a powerful card… This grieving event will come out of nowhere, earthquaking everything you know. And finally,"
She next pointed to the card depicting a cloaked figure holding a scythe, standing amongst a pile of naked, lifeless bodies.
"Death. But—!”
Professor Trelawney raised a finger to silence Allie, as she had opened her mouth to comment.
"This card isn’t Death in the literal sense,” Professor Trelawney continued, “It is depicting the aftermath of such a tragedy you are about to endure. It will be near impossible to move past your grief, but you must embrace healing. Otherwise, it will consume you."
Allie wanted to chalk this reading up to nothing, but something about the way Professor Trelawney was speaking left a prickle on the back of her neck.
"Now, dear," Trelawney said, now completely distracted from the cards before then, "You said you have some herbs for me?"
After a day of being vomited on, then getting fungi soil up under her fingernails, and then a most unfortunate tarot reading, the only thing on Allie's mind was finally getting out of her dirty uniform and taking a relaxing bath.
As she was about to make her way up the north marble staircase, she noticed Draco Malfoy trotting down the stairs alone, looking over his shoulder nervously. She casually watched him from her peripherals, not wanting him to see her staring as she made her way up the moving staircase.
She stripped the moment she entered, tossing her clothes onto the ground to tend to later. She shuddered as she made her way into the bathroom; she wanted to scrub her skin raw.
She was fascinated by the many taps she hadn't had the chance to try yet. She couldn't decide between a mysterious ‘buoyant,’ or a ‘lavender chamomile’ scented soap tap. She shrugged and turned the valves at the same time. She'd mix them and see what would happen.
The only negative to a bath of this size was the time it took to fill. She waited patiently for 20 minutes as the large bath filled with fragrant suds. Once full, she shut off the taps and stepped in.
The stairs were slipperier than anticipated, causing her to slip and get knocked off balance. She fell into the water with a tremendous splash, audibly letting out a cry of surprise as she plunged into the warm bath.
Instantly and unexpectedly, she bobbed to the surface, floating weightlessly on top of the water with zero effort. She giggled; this must be the buoyant tap. The floating took all the pressure off her hips, giving her the most delightful relief. She laughed as she stroked the sides of her baby bump, kicking gently to swim across the bath's surface.
She settled into a comfortable float, feeling relaxed as she floated across the surface of the bathtub, feeling only the small fluttering kicks from her belly. The more relaxed she got, the more her mind wandered to Professor Trelawney's grim reading. She'd never put much stock in Divination, especially with Trelawney's habit of telling everyone in every reading they were in mortal danger, but today felt different.
She recalled her fourth-year divination lesson on an intro to the Tarot. She had been partnered with her good friend during her school days, Wilhelmina Jones. She spent most of the class laughing alongside her as they drew one card for each other and laughed as they wrote the most ridiculous predictions for each other. Wilhelmina had mostly been the one poking fun, Allie going along with the sake of fitting in. After the lesson, however, she'd looked up the card on her own; Five of Pentacles. A card of financial burden, loss, and suffering. She hadn't put much stock into this card at the time. Her family had struggled as long as she could remember, however, the following summer, her father left. It left the family in even greater financial ruin and forced Allie to drop out of school and join the workforce.
She'd thought about this Five of Pentacles card a few times over the years, but always chalked it up to coincidence. Now, after this eerily uncomfortable reading, she wondered if she should pay attention to this. She hoped that everything Professor Trelawney had said was complete crap, as none of it sounded pleasant.

"Kitten, Tarot cards are a bunch of codswallop," Sirius barked through a mouthful of roast. "You really think that you would choose five of the most horrible cards in the deck right off the top just so Trelawney could tell you bad things are going to happen to you? That deck is probably fixed."
"I did shuffle the cards a bit before she told me to pick them," Allie said softly, poking at her plate of food.
"Divination is bullshit unless you're a born seer. All that incense, crystal ball, and a deck of cards junk is just a filler class for those that aren't skilled enough to take on more challenging coursework."
"Professor Trelawney has had accurate visions before…"
Sirius snorted. "Two. And I'll admit, they were accurate, but did she give you any indication she was going into a trance? That something was speaking through her?"
Allie blushed. "Well, no,"
"Then I'm telling you, she was just getting off on scaring you. I think I know what's going on—”
Allie gave him a quizzical look. Sirius brushed his foot against her leg underneath the table, smiling easily.
"I think you're nervous about the baby coming. I see you sneakily reading those pregnancy and early motherhood books when you think I'm not looking."
Allie blushed once more, looking down at her plate with a sheepish smile. Sirius took another bite of roast, speaking with his mouth full once again.
"I'm telling you, I think this is just your nerves playing tricks on you."
Allie smiled weakly and nodded, "I'm sure you're right. I've never put much stock into Tarot cards and such anyway,” she said, unsure if she even believed herself. “—oh, I have something for you, I almost forgot,"
Allie reached into her pocket and pulled out the vial of fuschia liquid Snape had given her this afternoon.
"Professor Snape gave this to me, said it's for you.”
The color drained from Sirius’s face as he reached over and yanked the vial from Allie’s hand.
"That goddamn—" Sirius grumbled a few crude expletives. "Did he tell you what this is for?"
"No," Allie shook her head, looking bewildered, "He said you'd tell me all about it."
"Of course he did," Sirius sneered, "Of course he fucking did."
Allie turned her head, quizzically, "what's it for?"
"It was meant to be for something between him and me," Sirius grumbled, then popped the cork and downed the liquid. "I specifically asked him for discretion."
"Sirius," Allie narrowed her eyes "Why would you ask him for something you didn't want me to know about?"
Sirius looked at her for a moment. How much of the truth did he need to tell her? Could he get away with leaving Lenore out of the entire story? Would she buy it?"
"It's to fix my, uh," Sirius's cheeks turned a twinge of pink "...problem, from the other day."
Allie covered her mouth and giggled. "Oh, Sirius, are you sure it wasn't just stress?"
Sirius looked down at his plate, very quickly deciding in evading the truth for the time being.
"I don't know, but I just wanted to be sure,” He looked up, giving her a stern look. “You won't speak of this to anyone," he ordered.
"No, No," Allie fought another giggle, for which Sirius shot her an annoyed glance. "I'm sorry, I just didn't think it was something so—"
"So what?" Sirius said, grumbling a little more aggressively than planned.
"Nothing, I'm sorry, I’m sorry," Allie said dismissively. "I hope it works for you."
Remus arrived at 12 Grimmauld Place shortly after their conversation had ended, joining Allie and Sirius at the table.
"I've just spoken with Dumbledore," Remus said, "The student who was cursed, Katie Bell, is going to be spending an extended amount of time at St Mungo's. She's lucky she didn't die."
"Oh, that poor girl," Allie whispered, shaking her head, "I could tell she was in so much pain…"
"So, do they know more about who cursed her?" Sirius asked
"Nothing yet," Remus sighed, "Dumbledore isn't showing it, but I believe him to be very worried."
"Harry thinks the Malfoy kid had something to do with it," Sirius said, then turned to Allie. "Have you seen anything weird?"
"I did see him going off by himself to the 7th-floor corridor," Allie said, "he went into the Room of Requirement."
Sirius leaned forward, "did you follow him in?"
"No, I had to get to the hospital wing for my shift."
"Why wouldn't you have just peeked in? Tried to see what he was doing?" Sirius demanded.
"Sirius," Remus interjected "she has more pressing matters to attend to then playing recon on a 16-year-old. Besides, I highly doubt Draco Malfoy is a death eater—"
"Harry is certain," Sirius said firmly, "And I trust his judgment."
"Harry is also 16…" Remus said gently.
"16 is plenty old!" Sirius snapped, "I had to become an adult at 16, he's less than a year away of coming of age, and so is the Malfoy kid. If Harry thinks he needs to be watched, then he needs to be watched."
The conversation lightened up from there, ending in Sirius and Remus remaining at the table with a bottle of scotch as Allie retreated to the drawing-room to work on her Charms essay.
"The Leaky Cauldron is throwing some wild party for Halloween," Sirius said as he kicked back a shot. "Masquerade masks, fancy drinks— definitely ‘new age’ compared to the usual greasy spoon. That bitch that might've dosed me, Lenore, is planning the whole thing."
"Do you think it's a good idea that you go?" Remus asked
"Allie is looking forward to it, I can't bail," Sirius said "I even made sure I wasn't working during the party so I could spend it with her. You should come, it might be a good thing to have an extra set of eyes. There are going to be a lot of people there. So many people have RSVP'd that Colleen is casting an extension charm on the pub."
"I wouldn't have anything to wear," Remus said, shrugging.
"Oh, that's a poor excuse," Sirius said, waving him off "I'm sure Allie can find you something to wear."
Remus sighed, looking at Sirius apathetically.
"Do I have to wear a mask?"
After the bottle was gone, Remus retreated upstairs to pass out for the evening. Sirius made his way into the drawing-room to say good night but found himself intrigued by Allie sitting on the floor. Her legs were straddling a pile of papers, baby bump round, and in her way, although she appeared to be using it as a bookrest. Her leggings and oversized tee shirt weren't exactly the sexiest pair of pajamas, but that's what Sirius figured made her look so good at the moment. It was effortless. He felt a stir in his trousers and internally praised himself— Snape's counter potion must've worked.
"Hey," Allie said as she looked up, "Remus go to bed?"
"Yeah, thought I'd come to say hello before heading off myself," he said, slurring slightly.
Allie rose a brow "How much have you had to drink?"
Sirius grinned lazily as he plopped down next to her. "Enough," he shrugged.
He leaned in and nibbled her ear, eliciting a giggle.
"You smell like you drowned in that bottle," Allie laughed "I could strike a match, and you'd combust!"
"I think you like it," Sirius teased, wrapping his hand around her belly and kissing her down her neck.
"I much prefer the smell of your aftershave," She giggled, grabbing his hand "Now I really need to get this paper done, go brush your teeth."
"How about a 5-minute break?" Sirius grinned.
"No, no," because it won't be 5 minutes," Allie laughed.
"Will too, promise," Sirius said, crossing his fingers behind his back. "I'll just rub your shoulders- you always like when I do that."
His plan worked. A few minutes of massaging Allie's shoulders, he had her bent over the couch, legs parted, and leggings pooled around her ankles. He ran his hands up the curves of her sides, relishing in the silky softness of her pale, freckled skin.
"Sirius," she whispered as his hands floated over her hips. "Sirius, please,"
He leaned forward and grazed his teeth against the side of her neck, his tongue darting out to taste her flesh.
"You want me?" he growled in her ear as he pressed himself against her.
"Yes," she panted, leaning her weight back against him "Please,"
He gripped his firm, throbbing cock and placed it at her entrance. He swirled the tip around for just a moment, checking to ensure she would be wet enough to begin. Allie groaned in protest, squirming in an attempt to sink herself onto him.
"Patience, kitten," he purred, "I just wanted to make sure you were ready for me…"
His heart nearly leaped with anticipation— he could hardly wait to shag her as none of the events of the last week had happened. He pushed in slowly, hissing under his breath as his entire length was consumed by her. She moaned as he filled her, lifting her head back as if she were letting all of her inhibitions fly out the window.
She felt wonderful, the most wonderful pussy he'd ever felt like in his entire life. He pushed in and out, gripping her hips and…
Oh no, oh no, oh no…
He'd cursed himself. He'd made a false promise of giving her a 5-minute break. He pulled out abruptly, but it was too late. Allie looked over her shoulder with a confused expression.
"Did you just…" Allie asked, her voice small.
He let out a frustrated growl, ignoring her as he hastily pulled out and yanked his trousers back up. Did Snape put something in the potion to make this happen? A final laugh? Or was it merely from the pent up sexual frustration he'd tried to stave down for the last week or so?
"It's ok, It's been a few days," she offered, "It happens…"
Sirius stormed off and up the stairs, Allie calling out for him to stop.
"Sirius, it's ok, wait—!"
He stumbled up the stairs, his coordination off from the half bottle of whiskey he'd drank. He grabbed an oil lamp upon entering the room and threw it hard against the wall. It shattered, and oil splattered everywhere and now dripped down the walls. Sirius then watched as the lamp put itself together, and then the oil siphoned out of sight. Sirius turned around to see Allie in the doorway, her wand raised.
"Please don't be upset," Allie said softly as she lowered her wand "I'm not upset."
Sirius wasn't sure what to say, why he was reacting so dramatically. Was it the sheer fact that others were meddling with him? She stepped forward slowly, stopping when she got right in front of him and ran her hands up his chest.
"What's this about? You've been off for the last week or so..."
Sirius opened his mouth, but no sound came out. How could he tell her? How could he explain that he'd been dreaming of Lenore, so much so that he was sure he was hexed? Would she take it well, knowing it was some sort of spell or potion causing such thoughts, or would it crush her, just the mere idea of the filth he'd been dreaming of?
"I—" he stumbled. "I don't think I'm ready to talk about it."
Allie looked at him quizzically for a moment but then nodded. She embraced him and nuzzled herself into his chest.
“Alright,” she murmured "I'm here whenever you are ready to.”
Sirius closed his eyes and sighed, smelling the fresh smell of her rose-vanilla perfume. He thought he was going to melt in her arms, right here, right now. He didn’t deserve such a kind woman’s love, but here he was, and he never wanted to give it up.

The last thing Sirius wanted to do was leave the comforts of his bed (and a half-naked, slumbering Allie) for his breakfast shift at the Leaky Cauldron. He made his way to downtown Wizarding London, hoping to catch Mrs. Tannenbaum outside, sweeping her stoop as he did many mornings. Alas, she was not out, and her porch light was still on from the night before. Judging by the brisk cold breeze that made him wrap his scarf tighter around his neck, Mrs. Tannenbaum was most likely waiting until it warmed up before venturing outside. Sirius didn't blame her; he wished for nothing more than to be back in his warm bed, curled up around the half-naked slumbering woman he'd left behind. As the wind whipped his hair around, he cursed his initial desire to walk to work today and picked up the pace.
Allie had looked so peaceful, curled up on her side with the sheets tangled around her. She had pillows everywhere, two under her head, one under her bump and one between her knees, cocooning her in a cushioned chrysalis. She'd had trouble getting comfortable at night during this stage in her pregnancy, waking up every hour or so to readjust before she discovered her pillow techniques. He'd gotten used to spooning himself around her, falling asleep to the feeling of their child kicking his palm as it rested against her stomach. He'd never thought something as simple as a sleeping position could feel so intimate.
Sirius had been a man of sexual experience in his life before Azkaban. He brought a new girl home each weekend only to send them on their way first thing in the morning. Sure, he'd let them curl up against them as they'd fall asleep, or wash their backs for them in the shower (after another round in the shower, of course). Still, all of those moments didn't carry the same weight as when he did the same things with Allie. Every time he touched her, he felt like he was transferring a part of his soul to her, and she in return. He felt seen by her in a way that no one ever had, and that he could let his walls down for her to see the most private, vulnerable parts of him. He felt feelings for her no woman had ever made him feel— so if he loved her so, as well as taking Snape's antidote, then why was he still dreaming of Lenore?
Last night's dream wasn't quite the same but still left him with a strange feeling upon waking. Instead of passionate, dirty sex that felt as real as the cold wind whipping against his face, he dreamt of an argument.
"You want me," she said, unbuttoning her blouse to reveal a maroon satin brassiere. "You want this."
"I don’t, I love Allie," Sirius protested, "I don't want anything to do with you,"
"You're a wild spirit, Sirius Black," Her shirt dropped to the floor. "You can't be tamed, most certainly not by her."
Sirius had the strength to turn around, storming towards the door of the unfamiliar flat they were in,
“not by you, either."
Wasn't Snape's potion supposed to fix whatever the hell he was exposed to? Snape did say that since he didn't know exactly what was given to him, his potion might not be a cure-all, but he did have high expectations for the potions master. Although, his dreams were tamed and his cock was back to normal— it was a start.
The Leaky Cauldron had undergone a mass transformation. The expansion charm had been cast, nearly tripling the dining space to make room for the large number of guests for tonight's gathering. Colleen was running around with a clipboard, red hair frizzing out of her bun, and eyes bulging. Tom, the innkeeper, was wiping the bar and nodding his head with little interest, muttering weak phrases of consolation.
"Everything is going to be fine, Colleen," Tom sighed apathetically, "it's just a party."
"This could be the biggest event of the year for Wizarding London, Tom," Colleen insisted. "Think about it— if all goes well this year, then we could be looking at making this a regular event. Think about how much money the pub will bring in!"
As Sirius's breakfast shift went on, he watched through the kitchen window as the dining room continued to transform. A team of witches decorating the tables with short, fat arrangements of black dahlias, and adorning the outskirts of the room with gothic candelabras and white pumpkins of varying shapes and sizes. Fake spiderwebs and Spanish moss hung from the chandeliers, giving the pub the vibe of a grand gala hosted inside a mausoleum. A very upscale Halloween party, he reckoned.
He’d managed to ignore Lenore most of the shift, doing everything he could to avoid even gazing in her direction. He wondered if she’d realized he’d been ignoring her when she cornered him outside the broom cupboard.
“What do you think of my decór for tonight?” Lenore asked, gesturing to a witch carrying a large candelabra as she passed them “Exquisite, is it not?”
Sirius focused his attention on the transforming dining room rather than looking directly at Lenore.
“Oh, yeah,” he said casually, “looks nice.”
"Looks good," Sirius said casually, ignoring her as he prepared leaky soup.
“Looks nice?” Lenore let out a bark of laughter. “It looks marvelous in here."
It appeared Sirius was going to have to fight to keep himself distant from her. After whatever the hell she'd dosed him with, he wasn't taking any chances. "Yeah, marvelous," He said casually, opening up the broom cupboard. “Looks good.”
Lenore rose a brow, giving Sirius the feeling he was being x-rayed as he stepped inside the cupboard, rummaging for clean towels. She seemed to pick up on his distant demeanor. Still, instead of responding appropriately to his social cues, she pressed on.
"Well, I'm sure you are also going to look marvelous tonight…”
Her hand snaked up his shoulder as she stepped closer than necessary to him. Sirius was unsure of what came over him at this moment. A spark of anger ignited in the pit of his stomach, and his aggression took over. He whipped around and grabbed Lenore by the wrist that she'd touched him with and her shoulder and pinned her to the wall. Lenore smirked, her nearly-black eyes wild with excitement.
"Ooh," she purred, "I love a man who isn't afraid to play rough...."
“I know what you’re doing,” Sirius's nostrils flared as anger coursed through him. "What the hell did you slip me last week?"
Lenore gave him a false look of innocence, pouting. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Yes, you do," Sirius growled. "I know you dosed me with something— what was it?"
Lenore looked positively pleased by this statement. "Why? Have you had any strange dreams? Been thinking about me?"
“Don’t pussyfoot around,” Sirius gripped her shoulder and wrist tighter. “What was it?"
“You’re hurting me, Sirius,”
Lenore’s tone did not fit the words she was speaking. Her inflection, her body language, and her pouting lips all suggested she was challenging Sirius, egging his anger on.
“—let go of me.”
“I’ll let go once you tell me what the hell you slipped me,” Sirius said through gritted teeth.
Lenore let out a soft, maniacal laugh, running her tongue across her teeth as she arched herself toward him.
“Don’t you feel it? The tension between us? You want me. I even bet your cock is hard for me right now—”
Sirius cursed under his breath as Lenore brushed her knee against the front of his trousers. He’d been ignoring his physical symptoms other than his anger the entire time. Still, no, he could not deny the sexual tension he felt between them. His body’s response to her made him angry, not only with her but with himself as well. He loved Allie, he wanted to spend his life with her— he couldn’t understand how on one side of the coin he hated Lenore and whatever game she was trying to play. On the other, he wanted nothing more than to hoist her skirt up and pound her senseless against the door of the broom cupboard.
“I knew it,” she whispered seductively, “You want me, admit it.”
“I don’t want you,” Sirius said, his voice wavering. “I love Allie.”
“You love her?” Lenore barked a laugh, "Allie is a naive little girl, living in a fantasy that you are her happy ending when you and I both know a wild spirit such as yourself cannot be tamed."
"That's not true,"
His heart skipped a beat as Lenore had said the same things now to him in his dream last night. At this moment, Sirius had exact confirmation that Lenore had indeed slipped him something, but his understanding of what that was appeared to be was beyond what he’d initially thought.
"It is!” she hissed “You need a woman, Sirius Black, not a girl," Lenore's eyes flickered with excitement, "I can show you a world you never could’ve imagined…”
Lenore’s leg brushed up the side of his thigh and wrapped around his hips, pulling him closer. Rage flooded through him at her audacity, her forwardness. Despite his body begging him to sink into her, his mind flashed the mental image of him, Allie and their baby— his happy ending with the woman he loved.
"I don't know what the hell you think you're playing at," he growled dangerously, "But Allie is the love of my life. I want her, and only her. Stay the hell away from me."
Sirius let her go with a rough shove and stormed out of the closet and back into the kitchen. He was left shaken by the encounter, confused by the conflicting reactions of his mind and his body. Whatever she’d given him was strong—he needed to figure out precisely what it was, so Snape could brew him a new counter-potion that would work fully this time.
"You dirty rat bastard."
Sirius looked up to see Alma standing in the middle of the kitchen, hands on her hips and glowering at Sirius with utmost disgust. Sirius was already riled up and had no patience for whatever Alma wanted to bitch about today.
"What crawled up your arse and died, Alma?" Sirius spat, “What is it that I can do for you?”
Alma scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Lenore, really?” she spat "I just saw you leave the same closet as her— does Allie know you've been sticking your cock in her?"
"What?!" Sirius exclaimed angrily, his heart-stopping in his chest. He didn’t realize anyone had seen him enter the cupboard with her, let alone what people would’ve thought went on in there. "No, no, that wasn't what it looked like—"
"Oh, really? Then what other reason do you have to be in a storage closet with another woman?"
Alma glared at him, daring him to answer. What was he supposed to do? Tell Alma about how Lenore spiked his drink last week, and he's been dreaming of her ever since? Tell her Lenore all but threw him down and fucked him in that closet against his will?
"I'm not shagging Lenore," Sirius said carefully. “You didn’t see what you thought you did.”
Alma let out an acerbic laugh "well, I certainly hope not, especially since you're expecting a child here soon. Or did you forget about that?"
Alma gave him one last glare before storming out of the kitchen. Sirius let out a frustrated growl, then stepped outside and slammed the kitchen door behind him. He stepped outside into the dumpster corridor, blood boiling, and turned to face the brick wall of the Leaky Cauldron.
He’d only felt this angry a handful of times in his adult life. The first when Peter Pettigrew faked his own death to frame Sirius for the murders of 13 strangers and for giving up the Potter’s location to the Death Eaters. He’d spent the whole first night in Azkaban screaming in a mixture of anger and anguish, wishing Peter was still alive so he could’ve actually killed him. The next was upon discovering Peter was indeed alive and had been living a comfortable life as the Weasley’s pet garden rat. Each time, Sirius had felt something had been taken from him. The first, his best friends were taken. The second was allowing himself to feel the emotion of his freedom, having been taken away 12 years prior. Now, as he drew his fist back in front of a substantial brick wall, he was afraid that Allie would also be taken from him at the hands of Lenore.
The moment his fist collided with the wall, he instantly regretted it. He felt his knuckles shatter upon impact, pain searing from his now bleeding hand up towards his elbow, forcing him to drop to his knees. He hissed in pain as he leaned forward, resting his forehead against the dusty, brick building. His vision spotted with swirling colors, and his ears began to ring, indicating he was on the verge of passing out. Anger continued to course through him as he imagined Allie's reaction to his deformed hand. How could he explain the impulse reaction to smash his fist into a brick wall when he couldn't even tell her about Lenore? Would Alma say something for him, making her think he'd been running around on her?
An image popped into his head. Allie, in a hospital bed with a baby nestled in her arms, smiling up at him with the most joyous, happy expression. The thought brought a lump to his throat— god, he wanted it so bad. He wanted a life with her, their child, a life with love, happiness— all the things his family never was.
Lenore's words invaded his happy mental image, crushing him with anxiety.
We both know you're a wild spirit that cannot be tamed.
He didn't want to be the man he was before James and Lily were murdered. He didn't want to be that same man that met muggle women at bars and fucking them in a bathroom stall, only to leave them heartbroken when he didn't ask for their number afterward. He lived as truly a wild animal, going wherever, doing whatever, and taking everything he pleased for himself.
No, he wasn't that man anymore. He loved Allie, he loved their child. He refused to let her, or anyone, get in his head and make him think otherwise.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: shit is about to get LIT next chapter.
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