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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
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“Molly insisted not to bring anything but ourselves.”
“I know, I know— but it turned out so wonderful…”
“She’s going to have a fit when she sees you went through the trouble.”
“It was no trouble,” Allie said confidently “I enjoy baking.”
A large blueberry pie rested in Allie’s hands; just by its looks, it turned out wonderful indeed. Her cross-hatch design with strips of pie crust was equally spaced, and the crust was baked to a crispy golden brown. Molly had been adamant that they didn’t need to bring anything for this weekend’s dinner, but Sirius knew Allie was not going to show up empty handed.
“It does looks delicious,” he said, kissing her cheek lightly. “Come on— we’re going to be late.”
Sirius opened the front door and stepped to the side, guiding her out to the front stoop with a hand on the small of her back. They apparated to a grassy field neighboring The Burrow; the Weasley’s had an anti-apparition ward placed along their property line by the Ministry in hopes to protect Harry while he stayed with the Weasley’s for the remainder of the summer.
Sirius eyed the several-story tall house, fighting a pang of jealousy simmering inside him. Dumbledore had informed him last week that he would be borrowing Harry for a small task, and then would be spending the remainder of the summer at The Burrow, rather than 12 Grimmauld Place.
“I’m his godfather! He should be with me!” Sirius had shouted, slamming his fists onto the table “He shouldn’t’ve been taken back to his Aunt and Uncle’s in the first place, and now—“
“Sirius, I understand you are upset—“
“Upset? Upset?! Of course I’m upset!—“
“The Ministry insists on taking part in Harry’s protection,” Dumbledore interrupted, not unkindly “They will be setting up wards, searching mail, anything they feel necessary to keep him safe. I know you have recently been exonerated; however I do not think it wise to allow the Ministry to have knowledge of the whereabouts to your home. Harry will stay with the Weasley’s for the remainder of the summer, but that’s not to say that he cannot come for a weekend or two…”
“Sirius, you alright?”
“hmm?”
Allie broke his daydream as they reached the front door. He hadn’t shared his encounter with Dumbledore with anyone— he wasn’t particularly proud of the way he had lost his temper.
“You seemed like something was bothering you…” she asked softly
He shook off the memory; as much as he wanted Harry with him, he knew Dumbledore had been right— letting the Ministry come poking around the headquarters for the Order of the Phoenix would not be wise.
“Oh, don’t you worry about me,” he grinned “I’m perfectly fine.”
Sirius reached up and knocked on the front door. After a moment they heard footsteps on the other side, followed by the familiar voice of Arthur Weasley.
"Who’s there?"
"Sirius Black and Allie Murphy." Sirius replied “Here because Molly invited us over for supper.”
"What did you tell Dumbledore when we were deciding on a location for Headquarters?"
"That we could use my mother's shithole of a house," Sirius grinned at Allie as she giggled softly. "That'd it make her roll over in her grave if she knew the Order of the Phoenix would be using it."
"Alright now, Allie," Arthur continued "What was the most prominent part of our conversation the first night we spent on guard duty together?"
"You explained to me how a muggle washing machine works.”
The front door swung wide open. "Come in, come in," Arthur said, beckoning. "Molly is finishing up the meatballs now."
The table was setting itself as casserole dishes and large pots slowly levitated to their rightful spots on the table, as depicted by brightly colored hand-knitted tea cozies. Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny sat at the far side of the table, while at the nearer end Arthur settled himself in a chair next to a red-headed man that Sirius recognized as their eldest son, Bill. He’d only met Bill a couple times briefly, but knew him well enough to give him a warm handshake. Molly bustled around the kitchen along with a beautiful silvery haired young woman that Sirius assumed was Bill’s part-veela fiancée, Fleur Delacour. He’d heard Molly wasn’t too thrilled with Bill’s choice, but he couldn’t see why— she was so lovely to look at…
“Sirius—“
Harry rose from his seat and embraced Sirius as if it had been ages since he’d seen him last— it had only been about three weeks, but Sirius felt that was indeed ages ago. He snapped out of his trance Fleur had casted on him and embraced Harry in return.
"Harry Potter," he cried jovially, pulling back and clasping his face firmly. "How are you? Did your aunt and uncle treat you alright? If I had it my way you wouldn’t set foot back into that house-"
"I’m fine, I’m fine," Harry said dismissively "I was going to send you an owl when I got here, but Mrs. Weasley said you and Allie were coming by for supper— Hi, Allie."
Allie smiled warmly, but spoke just above a whisper. "Hi, Harry."
"There you two are! Oh, Allie, you look so radiant—" Molly stopped and frowned at the sight of the pie in Allie's hands "What’s that? I told you not to bring anything but yourselves."
"I wanted to try a new recipe," Allie said, flushing "Blueberry."
Molly sighed, then smiled and nodded as she took the pie from her. "Oh all right— I'm sure whatever dessert we all don't eat Ron will finish."
“Absolutely!”
Ron raised his water goblet as if to toast this idea, as Hermione and Ginny rolled their eyes. Fleur stepped over, looking to Sirius and Allie with interest.
“Ah, zis must be the famous Sirius Black!” she exclaimed in a throaty French accent “and is zis the lovely Allie I’ve heard about? You don’t even look pregnant!”
Allie flushed once more and subconsciously rested hand on her stomach. “I’m not very far along…” she said softly.
"Sit, sit!” Molly cried, shooing them with your hands “We can chat over supper— I don’t want the meatballs to get cold."
Sirius took a seat next to Harry, with Allie on his other side. Fleur was seated next to Allie, and continued speaking.
“I am Fleur Delacour,” She purred “Bill’s fiancée.”
"Fleur Delacour,” Sirius repeated “you competed in the Tri-Wizard tournament with Harry?"
"I am," Fleur said "Harry saved my little sister's life during zat tournament; I will never be able to repay him."
"Dumbledore wouldn’t’ve actually let her sister drown," Harry whispered in Sirius’s ear "but I didn’t have the heart to tell her I didn’t really save her..."
Sirius piled his plate high with spaghetti and meatballs. It smelled heavenly— Molly Weasley was one of the best cooks he knew. Although remembering Colleen's delicious roast from the other night, questioning if the two were pitted against each other, who would win a cooking contest.
He couldn’t help but think of the similarities between Molly and Colleen. Both shorter, plump women with red hair, excellent cooks, not the best off financially, and a zillion kids. Despite him and Molly butting heads quite a bit over the last year, he felt that Molly was much more flexible than Colleen. Would the two of them be friends? Or would they despise each other?
"Mum, are Fred and George not joining us for dinner?" Ron asked through a mouthful of spaghetti
"No, they have quite a busy evening at the shop apparently," Molly sighed "they seem to be doing well, for two school dropouts..."
Allie flushed, hunching her shoulders forward at the mention of dropping out of school. No one seemed to notice this but him. He placed a hand on her thigh underneath the table and gave her a gentle squeeze. She looked up, and he gave her a reassuring smile.
"Molly, this spaghetti is wonderful," said Arthur as he swallowed a large bite. "Your absolute best."
Molly smiled sheepishly "oh no need to flatter me, Arthur…”
Clanking forks against plates echoed throughout the kitchen as everyone began eating hungrily. A bit of sauce dropped from Harry’s fork onto his shirt; he made it worse as he attempted to rub the stain off with his napkin. Sirius chuckled softly, winking as Harry gave him a defeated shrug.
“So Dad,” Bill began “how are things at the Ministry?”
“Well, Scrimgeour just completed his first week in office, nothing really new to report there— Oh! You all know this, but this will be news to Sirius and Allie—“ Arthur sat up straighter in his chair and smiled proudly. “I’ve been promoted.”
“That’s wonderful!” Sirius exclaimed. “What’s your position now?”
“Head of the Office for the Detection and Confiscation of Counterfeit Defensive Spells and Protective Objects— I’ll be heading a team of 10 people…”
Arthur continued about describing his new position for the better part of ten minutes. Sirius was happy for him, but his new position didn’t seem much more exciting than his last. Sirius never considered Ministry office jobs that exciting, anyhow— and why did they insist on having the longest titles? He’d never be able to remember it if he were the Head for the Office of counterfeit bullshit.
“…I do have some bad news however; another Diagon Alley shop owner has gone missing.”
“Another shop owner?” asked Molly incredulously “First Ollivander, now who?”
Arthur sighed heavily. “Florean Fortescue. The Ministry believes he was taken just late last night, as he was closing up his shop.”
Allie clasped a hand to her mouth in horror as the color drained from her face. Sirius placed a hand on her back and rubbed gently; Allie had grown fond of the ice cream shop owner in her frequent trips to pick up pints for their freezer.
“What on earth could the Death Eaters want with a man who makes ice cream?” asked Hermione in a small voice.
“Ollivander, Fortescue…” Molly listed anxiously. “I worry about Fred and George; I hope to god they aren’t next.”
Silence, other than the sounds of forks scraping against plates filled this room once more, this time with heaviness to it. Sirius imagined the redheaded twins being drug by their collars through the cobblestone streets of Diagon Alley, unconscious and bleeding from their mouths and ears. He shook off the thought, and decided some happier news would hopefully lift the room’s tension.
“Dumbledore offered Allie the chance to take her NEWT examinations this spring,” Sirius said “She’s going to be floo-ing in to Hogwarts for lessons. I supposed she might be in some of your classes—“ He gestured towards Harry, Ron and Hermione “— she’s going to be taking both 6^th and 7^th year classes.”
“You did not take your examinations while you were in school?” Fleur asked.
Allie flushed, and shook her head, speaking just above a whisper. “I dropped out after my 5^th year.”
“Why would you have done zat?”
“Fleur—“ Bill said softly
Fleur ignored him. She stared at Allie with purpose, with a curiosity that she did not realize was coming off as rude.
“I—“ the words caught in Allie’s throat as she flushed deeper. Her shoulders started to hunch forward, she started to pick her fingernails, and he could tell she didn’t enjoy being the center of attention right now.
“She had some family matters to attend to that required her to leave school.” Sirius interjected
Fleur opened her mouth to speak, but stopped when Bill grasped her shoulder.
“I think it’s wonderful you’ve been given this opportunity,” said Hermione, reassuringly “We can study together.”
Allie gave her a shy smile. “I’d like that.”
“I can hardly believe that by the time these exams come around, we’re going to have a baby at home, can any of you?” said Sirius, smiling. “We painted the nursery pastel yellow— it’s a bit girly if you ask me, but according to Witch Weekly...”
The conversation remained light for the rest of dinner, and through dessert. Everyone had a piece of Allie’s blueberry pie, as well as a few of Molly’s fresh-baked chocolate chip cookies. After the table began to disband, Molly whisked Allie away, insisting she wanted her to pick out the yard for the baby’s blanket.
“Harry, step outside with me, would you?” Sirius asked, gesturing to the door with his head.
Harry frowned as they stepped outside. The full moon was just barely raised over the horizon; Sirius was reminded of Remus, his transformations, and nights gallivanting through the Forbidden Forest during their school days. He hoped his friend had gotten a dose of his potion this full moon; he hoped then next time he saw him he wouldn’t be covered in gashes, or limping.
“Is everything alright?” asked Harry hesitantly
“Yes, yes— I just knew Molly wouldn’t appreciate if I lit this in there,” Sirius pulled out a cigar from his pocket “have you ever had a cigar before?”
Harry shook his head.
“Your grandfather, dad and I used to have a cigar nearly every night after dinner, when I lived with them,” Sirius said, rolling it between his fingers. He brought it his nose and sniffed. Faint scents of vanilla mingled with the tobacco, just like the one’s Fleamont Potter used to get. “I thought we could carry on the tradition.”
“Oh— uh, sure…”
Sirius grinned and drew his wand. With a quick flick, he trimmed the end of the cigar, and then brought it to his lips. He lit it with his wand tip, and took a few light puffs.
“Don’t inhale, just take small puffs, or it’ll make you cough.”
Harry did not heed this warning. He took the cigar from Sirius, took a deep drag, and started hacking roughly. Sirius smacked him on the back a few times, laughing.
“I told you. What do you think?”
“Uh, it’s alright,” he said, unsurely “Mrs. Weasley will probably have a fit if she sees me.”
“Yeah,” Sirius looked over his shoulder “Maybe don’t mention it to her.”
“Sounds like a good idea,” he chuckled “hey, did you have a Professor Slughorn while you were in school?”
“Yeah, he was the old Potions master; fond of your mother— why do you ask?”
“Dumbledore wants him to come back and teach,” Harry handed him back the cigar “that was the errand he needed me to go with him on. I went with him to ask him to return.”
“Ah, clever man— Dumbledore, I mean. Slughorn was always fond of those with status— naturally the prospect of teaching ‘The Boy who Lived’ would entice him.”
“Did you care for him? as a teacher?”
“Eh, he was alright,” Sirius shrugged “He wanted me to go to his gatherings, join his little club, but I wanted nothing to do with it. He only wanted me there because of my surname, and I hated anything that had to do with ‘The most Ancient and Noble House of Black.’” he spoke mockingly, using air quotes and sneering at his family name. “Your mother and he were close, however; I believe she had bought him a pet fish as a Christmas present one year.”
“He’s been retired since Snape took the position; I wonder why Dumbledore needs him back now? And if Slughorn teaches potions that means…”
Harry trailed off as Sirius took a long puff from the cigar.
“That means Snape will be teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts, most likely.”
“Great,” Harry muttered under this breath “there goes my favorite class.”
“Well, if Snivellus gives you any trouble this year, I want to know about it,” Sirius took another drag “Allie will be at Hogwarts quite a bit; if you can’t get a chance to send an owl, just pass along the message through her.”
Harry smiled slightly “You seem happy with her.”
“I am,” he said, matter of fact “She’s really something.”
“She doesn’t talk much though, does she?”
“She does when she warms up, it takes a while,” Sirius laughed “A long while— when we first met, I think it took her a week to speak to me, and we were sharing a prison cell.”
They both laughed at this. They settled into a moment of silence, both admiring the bright shining full moon now raised higher in the sky.
“Why don’t you come and stay with us next weekend?” Sirius suggested as he handed Harry back the cigar. “You can get to know her better; you can pick your paint colors for your room?”
Harry smiled. “I’d like that.”

When the evening came to a close, Allie and Sirius made their way through the grassy fields, back to the point they had apparated to. Allie kept her eyes downward, staring at the ground as they walked. Her expression was hard, lost in thought— something from the evening was weighting heavy on her. Sirius reached out, took her hand and squeezed gently.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
She sighed audibly, and took a moment to answer. “I can’t stop thinking of Mr. Fortescue...” A stray tear fell down her cheek. She wiped it away quickly, turning her face away from him slightly to shield a few more tears spilling down. “Mr. Fortescue was always kind to me. He told me I was one of his best customers.”
“Not surprised,” Sirius chuckled “it seems like new pints find their way to our freezer twice a week.”
She smiled weakly, nodding and wiping another fresh tear. “He didn’t deserve whatever they did to him— do you think he’s alive?”
He wished with all his being he knew the answer and could put her fears to bed, but alas, could not.
“I don’t know, kitten.” He said softly.
She exhaled and bit her bottom lip. As they continued their walk, she fell silent once more and returned her gaze to the ground. He wasn’t sure what to say to make her feel better in this moment; he wasn’t sure if there was anything he could say.
“I’m sorry…”
She nodded stiffly. After a moment, “I worry what kind of world our child is going to grow up in.”
“A good one, things are going to be different by the time he or she is old enough to know better,” he said, attempting a reassuring tone. “We’re going to win this war.”
She looked at him with a sorrowful expression.
“Will we?”
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
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