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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
- 23
- 24
- 25
'Authors Notes: Hey hey! Hope you all are doing well amidst what feels like year 42 of the global pandemic. It's been a busy past couple of months, yet I'm unsure why since I'm not traveling or doing fun activities...?
Anyway, please enjoy this long-overdue chapter!
As Sirius sauntered down the brick paver sidewalk of Grimmauld place, his breath was visible. He took shallow, sharp intakes of air and breathed out a misty fog that dissipated only a moment later. He swayed as he walked, struggling to maintain his footing after drinking an entire bottle of scotch at the bar after work.
A cramp was forming in his side as he breathed; he'd been walking faster than usual to get back. It was 'cold as a witch's teat,' as he'd muttered under his breath upon leaving the bar. He probably would've been more comfortable had he not stumbled out after leaving his winter cloak on the barstool next to him.
He at least had Lenore's journal tucked up under his arm; that was the most important item to remember to take with him. He'd brewed over her scribbles for hours, sipping on scotch until the bottle ran dry, and the bartender cut him off. He'd stayed out much longer than planned but had lost track of time attempting to decipher what appeared to be written half in Latin and half in code. None of it made any sense.
He burst in the front door, sighing happily as the warmth of the home enveloped him. He clapped his hands together and rubbed furiously, creating friction as he tried to kick off his boots. In doing so, he lost his balance, knocked over the umbrella stand, and rammed his shoulder into the wall.
"Goddamnit!" He cursed. "Son of a—"
"Sirius?" Allie's gentle voice called from inside the drawing-room. "Is that you?"
"Yeah," Sirius bellowed, struggling to stand up. "I'm throwing this fucking umbrella stand out."
Sirius finally got his boots off and made his way to the drawing-room, turning his head curiously as he could also hear a man's voice inside the room.
"We're in here," Allie called out once more.
Allie sat with her legs tucked up under her, smiling as she picked bits of Chinese food from a signature white oyster pail. Remus sat on the other end of the couch, dipping an egg roll into sweet and sour sauce. Allie's smile broadened as she noticed Sirius in the doorway.
"Hi," she said, gesturing to the coffee table littered with white oyster pails. "We brought you some egg rolls and lo mein."
Sirius, still annoyed over the umbrella stand, flopped down in the armchair and shrugged at the Chinese spread. "Not hungry."
Allie's smile faded. "Ok, we'll put it in the fridge for you, in case you get hungry later."
Sirius gave a half nod as he stared at the Black family tree tapestry encircling the room— the only remnants of the house before besides his mother's portrait. He hated this room. Maybe he'd just cover up the walls with cheap wallpaper since the tapestry was adhered with a permanent sticking charm that even manual force couldn't penetrate.
Sirius rose to pour himself some scotch from the nearby cabinet. He kept glasses and liquor in just about every room these days.
"What's with the music?" He asked, gesturing to the wireless with his glass. He'd just now noticed the soft classical music playing at a gentle volume.
"For concentration," Remus said. "Holst is a personal favorite of mine."
"That's what this song is called?"
"No—" Remus chuckled slightly. "Gustav Holst is the composer, if you care to know."
"I don't really," Sirius said flatly, taking a hearty swig.
"It's alright, Remus," Allie said, giving him a small smile. "I'm enjoying Holst's work."
Sirius rolled his eyes as Remus grinned.
"See, I knew you—" Remus gestured to Allie with his egg roll. "-appreciate the arts. Sirius has the culture of an armadillo."
Allie giggled as she took a small bite from her fork. Something about the way she smiled at Remus sparked a hint of jealousy for Sirius.
"So anyway, Allie is in great shape for next term," Remus continued, gesturing to Allie with his egg roll but speaking to Sirius. "By next week, she should be all caught up—heck, she's even taught me a thing or two for potions."
"I bet it wasn't hard." Sirius remarked, staring off at the tapestry wall where his Uncle Alphard's name was charred off. "you were always lousy at potions."
Remus chuckled, but Allie's smile faded. She creased her brows as she observed Sirius for a moment. He could feel her eyes on him but ignored this.
"How's the book coming along?" Remus asked. "Decipher any of Lenore's codes?"
"Yeah," Sirius said sarcastically. "Figured it all out after Cornelius Fudge and I shared a steak dinner."
Sirius's tone was rude and cold, now killing Remus's smile. He didn't let Sirius's brashness affect him for long, clearing his throat and turning back to Allie.
"We should get back to it," Remus said. "We still need to hit poisonous fungi in Herbology."
Sirius was a fly on the wall for about 10 minutes before retreating to the kitchen without another word. He settled himself at the table, but not before helping himself to the bottle of Ogden's Old, kept icy cold in the freezer. He sighed as the cinnamon whisky burned his throat; he was convinced there was no better feeling than that.
Another hour went by, and Lenore's journal was growing more confusing by the minute. He was burned out, he needed a break from it, but he ignored his eye strain and kept reading. Frustrated by his lack of progress, everything around him became annoying. The sound of voices and laughs coming from upstairs, the ticking of the grandfather clock across the kitchen, the sound of water moving through the plumbing— all of it was driving Sirius mad.
The more scotch Sirius drank, the more Allie and Remus's voices drove him even more nuts. His mind was wandering to the darkest of places, wondering if their laughter accompanied by gentle touches and sitting too close for Sirius's comfort. He imagined the two of them rolling around in one of the guest rooms while Sirius was at work.
He began to question if the mountain of textbooks was just an excuse to be spending so much time together, a reason to be alone. A sober Sirius would've realized that he was more than welcome to join in on the study session. Still, the firewhisky deep in his belly was making him imagine the worst.
He found himself venturing upstairs, leaving the journal and open bottle of whisky on the table. He wanted to get closer to them, to be a fly on the wall to their conversation to see if he could pick up any innuendos or hints. He sat quietly in the stairwell, across the foyer from the drawing-room, and listened. It appeared they were simply discussing the care and precautions of poisonous magical fungi. Still, he held onto every word just in case.
Did he really think Allie and Remus were shagging behind his back? Thanks to his intoxicated state, he couldn't rationalize if he really thought this was true. He was jealous of something, and his whisky-swimming mind was unable to come up with any other possibility other than infidelity.
When their study session was over, Allie walked Remus to the front door. Sirius stood, making his presence known.
"You leaving?" Sirius asked.
He sauntered down the stairs, gripping the banister for support.
"Yeah," Remus said, pulling on his traveling cloak. "I'll be back sometime tomorrow afternoon. We're making great progress."
"Thanks, Remus," Allie said, smiling appreciatively. "I couldn't have done this without you."
Remus smiled broadly. "Happy to help," he said, his eye twinkling.
The way they embraced lit a fire inside Sirius. He watched them like a hawk, holding on to every move as their embrace was tighter than Sirius would have liked. He scowled at Remus's hands on her waist, and the worst went through his head.
"So, Moony," Sirius cleared his throat. "Which subject requires you to stick your cock in her?"
"What?" Remus reared back as he and Allie looked at each other, then to Sirius with confused expressions. "What makes you—"
"Oh, come off it," Sirius slurred. "Using these little study sessions as an excuse to spend more time together while I'm at work..."
"Sirius, you can't possibly think…" Allie began, her face as white as a sheet. "How much have you had to drink this evening?"
"Not enough to not notice this,"
As Sirius gestured to Allie and Remus, he stumbled, nearly losing his balance. He regained his footing quickly, not even realizing how his gait was affected.
"How long have the two of you been shagging behind my back, hmm? Tell me, kitten, because I really want to know— does he eat pussy as good as I do?"
"Sirius!" Allie cried incredulously.
"Padfoot, you're out of line…" Remus started, taking a step towards
"Piss off, Moony," Sirius growled. "Get the fuck out of my house."
Allie stepped forward and placed a hand on Remus's chest to hold him back.
"Remus, just go," Allie whispered. "I'll take care of this."
Remus's concerned eyes darted between Sirius and Allie for a moment before his body relaxed, and he nodded.
"Send word if you need anything." He said softly.
Remus exited the house, not without one more half-concerned half-angry glance at Sirius. The moment they hear the pop of apparition, Allie reared at Sirius.
"What is the matter with you?!" she cried exasperatedly. "Nothing is going on between Remus and me. You really think I'd be unfaithful to you?"
"You were to Jack," Sirius spat. "What makes me any different?"
Allie stopped and turned a bright shade of red. Her fists clenched, her jaw set, and she glared at Sirius dangerously.
"That was different," she whispered. "And you know it."
Allie spun on her heel and took off up the stairs. Sirius listened as her footsteps grew fainter and fainter, followed by the sound of the bedroom door closing firmly. It wasn't quite a slam, but uncharacteristically loud for how softly Allie typically closed doors behind her. Sirius let out a sigh and rubbed his face; irritation seethed within him. Did he really think Remus and Allie had something going on behind his back? Remus could hardly make up his mind about Tonks, the woman he was obviously madly in love with yet insisted he was wrong for her. There would be no way Remus would actually set out to make a move on Allie. Now that this argument had sobered him up slightly, logic crept its way into his mind.
He also knew deep down that Allie's unfaithfulness to Jack was indeed a different scenario. She'd given him the chance to speak up and admit his feelings before she accepted Jack's marriage proposal. Still, he was too bloody stupid to see it. If anything, her infidelity was his fault.
Well, not quite, Sirius reckoned with himself, but Allie was human and had been presented with a difficult choice. He was thankful she made the one she had.
His mind spun, and his stomach churned. Maybe a shower would help him clear his head? A shower, yes, a shower usually fixed things.
Sirius made his way upstairs and turned the water on cold. He jumped in and let out a yelp of surprise, instantly sobering him up. After he cursed a few times and his body adjusted to the temperature, he scrubbed himself from head to toe vigorously, as if he were washing the day's problems off of him.
He'd spent nearly an hour in the shower, he noticed upon checking his watch. He left his clothes on the bathroom floor and wandered back to the bedroom in just a towel, surprised that Allie had not locked herself inside. Maybe she had gone to the drawing-room to study more? Perhaps she'd helped herself to a guest suite to spend the evening?
After dressing in his loungewear, he made his way up the halls, looking for Allie in all guest bedrooms. He found the nursery door open. The sound of the rocking chair creaking on the floor indicated she was inside.
Sirius pushed open the door gently and stepped inside the nursery. Allie was sitting in the rocking chair, holding a large stuffed elephant like a toddler would clutch their teddy bear. She turned her head to look at him, surprised to see him standing there.
"I'm sorry," he muttered. "I was out of line."
"Yes, you were." She whispered.
He knelt down, wrapping his arms around her lap and resting his head in her thighs. He relished in the feeling of her gentle hand snaking into his hair and drawing gentle circles against his scalp. They were silent for a few minutes until Allie leaned forward and kissed the top of Sirius's head, resting her cheek on him as she draped her arms around his shoulders.
"I'm trying to remind myself that you lost your child too, That you're having a hard time sorting out your feelings, but you're not pleasant to be around when you've downed a whole bottle. I never minded the occasional night here and there where you'd had a little more than needed, but now it's every night."
Sirius stared off for a moment. He knew his drinking had picked up. He'd been spending an absolute fortune just to simply keep the house stocked. Not only that, but he needed to make sure he replenished his stash in the drawing-room, under the bed, in the cellar, behind the boiler...
"The more I drink, the less it hurts," Sirius murmured. "Everything hurts all the time."
"But is that true," Allie asked gently. "Or are you hoping it will hurt less?"
Sirius didn't answer, but he didn't think Allie needed him to. Based on the way she had asked him, she already knew.
Sirius felt like his healing was regressing as Allie's was moving forward. She went through her understandable depression period, and now look at her; she was getting back on track with school, showering regularly, and seeming to have her emotions in check for the most part. Sirius wondered if since he spent those first few weeks doting on her hand and foot, putting his own feelings aside from that he delayed his grieving until now.
He was frustrated, angry, but when he was drunk, the world had a pleasant little haze over it that numbed everything he felt. He was mad that his shot at being a father was ripped away from him. He was angrier that Lenore was getting away with torturing him with some unique sleeping curse that he was in no way close to breaking.
And if he were ready, to be honest with himself, he was looking for something else to be upset with to take his mind off all the bullshit the last two months had been.
"Do you really think I'm sleeping with Remus?"
Sirius let out a long sigh, then picked his head up out of Allie's lap. He shook his head.
"No," He said softly. "I don't think you're sleeping with Remus."
"Then why did you accuse me of just that?" Allie asked gently.
Sirius wasn't ready to unpack the fuckery that was his psyche at the moment, but he knew he needed to give her some sort of answer.
"I was looking for something else to be mad at, as a distraction," Sirius admitted. "I don't know why my mind went there. I blame the booze, but it doesn't make it right, and I'm sorry for accusing you of that."
Allie nodded. After a moment, "Maybe you should stop drinking."
Sirius's head perked up, surprised. "Stop?" he asked thickly.
"Yes," Allie let out an uncertain laugh. "Stop."
"Stop… as in completely?" He asked.
She nodded. Panic set in; she wanted him to stop drinking altogether? It wasn't an outrageous request. He knew this, especially after his behavior this evening. However, the idea of never taking another sip of Ogden's Old made him feel panicked. He needed alcohol to relax, especially in the evenings. He didn't find solace in a bubble bath or taking a walk like Allie did. His ideal way to unwind was with a book, a fire, and a nice glass of stiff scotch.
Sure though, maybe he didn't need to drink an entire bottle every night. He used to enjoy just a few glasses before bed, just enough to make his belly flutter with delight. He could do that, have just enough to unwind without going overboard.
"What if I just cut back?" He asked. "I don't need a whole bottle. I can drink in moderation. Let's say four drinks a night?"
Allie looked at him with uncertainty. "I don't know, four still sounds like a lot."
"It's really not," Sirius insisted. "Four is just enough to get me relaxed. It'll be fine, kitten, I can pace myself."
Allie pondered for a minute, seeming unhappy with Sirius's suggestion but not wanting to challenge him. "Ok, if you think that's best."
Sirius let out a long sigh; thank Merlin, she agreed.
"How about some tea?" She asked softly. "The fire is still going in the drawing-room."
Allie brewed a delightfully spicy cinnamon chai tea, one that gave the same burn sensation on his throat as Ogden's Old firewhiskey.
"Your lo mein is still in the refrigerator," she said, taking a small sip. "if you're hungry."
"Thanks," Sirius said, "maybe for breakfast."
Allie smiled. "Such a nutritious breakfast."
They both laughed and sipped their tea in silence for a few minutes.
"I wonder what she's up to," Allie asked. "I think about her quite a bit."
Sirius knew she was speaking of Lenore.
"Well, next time I fall asleep without my potion, I'll be sure to ask her," Sirius said with a playful smile.
Allie laughed and jabbed Sirius's thigh gently with her foot. "You won't be forgetting your potion, though," Allie said. "I hate what she does to you."
"Can't say I enjoy it," Sirius said darkly.
Albeit some sessions, Lenore had been 'kind,' kind, meaning she didn't use the cruciatus curse, but every encounter with her was sinister.
"I'm so sorry you're going through that," Allie whispered.
They set their tea down and embraced, Sirius, taking a moment to inhale Allie's shampoo. As they pulled back, their foreheads met.
"I love you," Allie said. "And only you. You have my word that you're the only one for me."
"I'm sorry for insinuating…" Sirius trailed off as Allie shook her head.
"We've had a hard few months." She said. "Can we start over?"
"I'd like that."
Their lips met softly, like a butterfly landing on a leaf. A few soft kisses and Allie's mouth parted, allowing Sirius's tongue to dart out and swipe her bottom lip. Her hands weaved into his hair, nails scraping gently against his scalp. Her lips were so soft and supple, like little pillows made of white fluffy clouds. He could taste the remnants of chocolate and cinnamon on her, and he wondered if she could taste his scotch from earlier.
She moved to straddle his lap, and he pulled her close, groaning as her hips rolled against his. His cock stirred in his trousers, begging for more friction. He settled his hands on her hips and guided her to grind against him, for which she obeyed instinctively. Her kisses grew firmer, more eager, with each passing moment.
Sirius pulled her camisole over her head, then smirked as his hands cupped her breasts. She flushed, biting her lip as she fought a smile.
"What?" He asked playfully as his thumbs brushed over her stiff nipples.
"I like the way you look at me," she whispered, turning redder.
Her nipples tasted like honey, her skin was as smooth as silk. She smelt of rose bushes and vanilla, so soft and sweet. Everything about her was intoxicating to his senses. He was so entranced by her he didn't realize she was pulling off his shirt until he had to break contact with her breasts.
He pulled her pajama pants down just enough to expose her bare ass. He gripped her firmly and guided her to roll her hips against him once more, groaning at the friction over his cock. His hand slipped around and traced her slit, pleased to find she was wet. She gasped softly as he touched her. He grinned, and she blushed.
He had her on her back in front of the fire, writhing and moaning. His tongue worked on her sweet little nub, making her hips buck and squirm. He fluttered just soft enough to make her beg for him to work faster, to allow her to finish, but he was going to make her wait. He slid two fingers inside her and curled them up. Allie let out a cry of pleasure, one that made his cock ache to be in place of his fingers. He found the sweet spot inside her and worked on it gently, flicking his tongue faster now, more urgent.
"Sirius…" she whined. "Sirius, please…"
Sirius sealed his lips around her clit and sucked gently. Allie's body went rigid, and Sirius clamped a hand over her mouth to keep her from waking Mrs. Black's portrait.
"Sorry…" she muttered into the palm of his hand.
"Don't be," Sirius placed a kiss on her pubic bone.
They made love in the mass of pillows, Allie straddled over him. Sirius admired her large mane of curls as the firelight cast a golden glow on her right side, illuminating each strand like corkscrews of glitter. Her head tilted back, and she let out soft moans as her hips ground against his.
He took her on her back next, legs up and wrapped around him tightly. He slammed into her eagerly, his body begging for his own climax after her tantalizing dance on his cock. Her fingers weaved into his hair and pulled gently. She buried her face into his neck and came with a whole-body shudder. He let himself go inside her, making Allie gasp.
"Sirius, I didn't cast a contraceptive…"
"I don't think it's necessary," Sirius murmured, placing small kisses along her jawline. "But that's up to you. We can get a potion if you're unsure…"
"You want to have another baby?" Allie asked, her voice so soft Sirius could barely hear her, even being just inches away.
Sirius grinned, chucking. "Of course I do. Nothing would make me happier."
"But we're not married…"
Sirius laughed again. "We weren't married the last time, either."
"Last time was an accident…"
"Yeah," Sirius settled himself beside her and wrapped an arm tenderly around her waist. "The best accident of my life."
Allie looked as if she were going to start crying. "Would you want to be married?"
Sirius grinned. "Are you proposing to me?"
Allie shrugged, blushing and fighting a smile. "That depends. Is your answer, yes?"
Sirius's grin widened as he tucked a curl behind her ear. Allie's green eyes were glassy, large, waiting eagerly for an answer. Sirius shook his head.
"No, no, we're not doing it like this—" he said playfully. "I'm going to get a ring, get down on one knee, and ask you properly. We'll have a grand ceremony with all our friends, and eat, dance, and be merry until the sun rises the next day."
"Private ceremony then a big reception?" Allie asked, biting her lip. "I hate the idea of being watched."
"Oh, you'll be watched," Sirius teased. "You'll be the only person anyone looks at. The most beautiful woman, dressed in white, no one will be able to take their eyes off you."
Allie giggled and scoffed. "I hate that kind of attention."
"But it's all people that love you," Sirius said, kissing her forehead. "It's the good kind of attention."
"But what if I trip walking down the aisle?"
Sirius shrugged and gave her a deadpan expression. "Then, everyone will have seen you trip."
Allie shoved Sirius's shoulder playfully and laughed. "Stop, you're embarrassing me already!" She shook her head vigorously as if to shake off the blush that was creeping up her chest and neck. "Maybe if we had a baby first, they could be our flower girl or ring bearer." she continued.
They curled up together, chatting about floral arrangements, dinner menus, planning their grand event for them, and all their friends. They imagined a honeymoon, the trip of a lifetime that the two of them would never forget. Laying by the fire and daydreaming of better times nearly made Sirius forget all the bullshit that had plagued them just a few minutes earlier.
As time went on, they closed their eyes, still talking until the two of them didn't realize they weren't talking anymore. Sirius felt himself grow heavier and heavier, sinking into the floor before drifting off to sleep.
"where is it?!" Lenore demanded angrily, slamming her hands onto the armrest of the chair Sirius was bound to.
"what are you talking about?"
"you know what I'm talking about, "Lenore growler "where is it? I know you took it. "
He looked around and saw the apartment looked as if it had been ransacked. Lenore's hair was disheveled, she had dark circles under her eyes, appearing as if she hadn't slept in a couple of days. The drawers to the dresser had been pulled out. Clothes and items were tossed around the room, the bedsheets had been overturned, and the lamps had the shades removed. Sirius knew she was looking for the journal that Jack took. Although, it didn't seem like she knew Sirius had help obtaining it.
"Are you missing something? "Sirius smiled ornery "your place looks like it's been ransacked. "
"don't you try to play coy, "Lenore said. She raced her wand, took a step back, and pointed it at him. "Crucio"
He felt like his entire body was set on fire. He struggled against the bonds holding him to the wooden chair. His insides felt like they were twisting, his bones felt like they were splitting in half. The white-hot heat that seared from his head to his toes was unbearable. How could he have forgotten to take his potion?
"Where is it?!" She screamed again as she lifted her wand.
"Where is what?" Sirius laughed weakly. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Crucio!"
She repeated this torture over and over again. He denied the existence of the journal. If he pretended to not know what she had lost maybe, she would believe that he wasn't the one that took it. After all, he wasn't the one that took it. It just so happened that he had the journal in his possession.
"That journal would have relevant information for you," she sneered. "but I don't know how you would even have known about it. How did you get in here? There's only—"Lenore's eyes widened, and she appeared to be connecting the dots. "Yes, of course…"
Lenore suddenly was very disinterested in him; she stood and walked out of the room without even looking back or letting him go. Sirius called after her asking her where she was going. Panic setting it just now clicked and Sirius his mind that he knew that Lenore knew where the journal went. He was sure she was going after Jack.
Before he knew it, he was shaken awake by a familiar gentle touch.
"Try to relax," Allie said. here, take your potion, go back to sleep and sleep it off."
"Allie," Sirius sputtered, trying time avoid the potion, "we have to-"
"Shhh, shhh, she said, "you need rest."
Sirius choked on the potion, trying to not swallow but failed. Within 10 seconds, he was fast asleep in a dreamless slumber.

Sirius awoke disoriented, confused as if he didn't know what year it was. It took him a moment of looking around the room before he realized what he'd dreamt about before Allie had fed him his potion. He jumped out of bed, tossed on the first clothes he could find, and hoped that he wasn't too late.
Allie was in the kitchen, sitting at the table, eating oatmeal while reading the muggle newspaper.
"Hey, you sleep—?"
"We need to go now," Sirius painted." Lenore— she's going after Jack."
"What?" Allie asked, setting her spoon down.
"Yeah, She knows the journal is missing, and she knows Jack took it. She's going after him— hell, by now, it might be too late."
Jack's flat was more modest than Sirius would have assumed the heir to a large fortune would live in. This flat building looked just about the same as any other flat community in London. Allie stepped forward and knocked, then pressed her ear to the door.
"I don't hear anything," She whispered. She pulled back and knocked again. "Jack!" She called into the door. "Jack its Allie,"
Nothing. Allie tried the doorknob, and it was open. She looked back at Sirius with uncertainty before she stepped inside, calling out for Jack once more. As Sirius stepped through the threshold, he heard her gasp.
Nothing could have prepared him for the scene in front of them.
A rush of guilt, nausea, and heart palpitations hit him like a ton of bricks. His stomach twisted and churned at the iron tanged scent of blood, his eyes bugged out of his head at the horror before him. Without much more warning, Sirius doubled over and vomited all over his boots.
Sirius sat outside on the stairway as Aurors and investigators showed up a half-hour later. He'd been unable to step foot inside the flat, even after he had Nothing left in his stomach to upheave. He was never one to be squeamish, but his pounding headache and unavoidable hangover were possibly the culprits.
Sirius locked eyes with Auror Payne, the man who gleefully arrested him 6 months prior. He would be lying if he said the presence of this man didn't make him nervous. He'd never been a fan of the Ministry, but after all the legal bullshit he'd been through, he preferred to stay away from most Aurors. The only thing making him not run for the hills was Tonks, who had left her post in Hogsmeade to assist with the investigation. He was sure if she weren't here, Payne would've arrested Sirius for merely being at the scene of a crime.
Sirius's breathing hitched as Payne walked towards him in the manor a lion would stalk its prey. Sirius glanced around for Allie, assuming she was inside, giving her statement to Tonks.
"Seems like you always end up at the wrong place at the wrong time Black," Auror Payne said.
"Sometimes," Sirius muttered, not looking up at the graying man.
"So, where were you last night?" Payne asked. "How did you know to come to check in on Mr. Wallingford here?"
"I have his alibi, Payne," Tonks called from inside. "He's clear!"
Payne smiled a peculiar smile. He knelt down next to Sirius and spoke just low enough that only Sirius could hear him. "Just because you've got friends in the department here doesn't mean I don't think you were somehow involved, Black. You're a goddamn criminal, and you belong back in Azkaban."
Payne walked away, leaving Sirius to bang his head gently against the wooden banister. Sure, he wasn't the one to murder Jack, but he felt responsible for his death. After all, had Jack not gone and swiped the journal for Sirius in the first place, he'd still be here.
And in one piece, Sirius thought to himself bitterly.
"Sirius, you guys should go home," Tonks said, stepping out of the flat with Allie following behind her. "We've got your statements. There's Nothing more you can do here."
Sirius rose. "Thanks, Tonks. Keep us posted?"
"Will do," Tonks nodded, then gave Allie a hug. "Send word if you need anything."
Allie and Sirius walked down the stairs in silence. Sirius watched Allie out of the corner of his eye, her expression firm as stone. They walked behind a large dumpster, the perfect place to apparate out of sight from muggles. Sirius held his arm out for Allie to take it.
"I'm going to kill her," She said softly as she took Sirius's arm. "I know you said you would kill her, but it needs to be me."
Sirius had never seen Allie's expression so dark.
"Promise me, when it's time, I get to be the one."
Sirius was silent for a moment, then nodded. He understood her need for revenge, despite fearing that she would darken her soul if she got it.
"She's yours," Sirius said. "I promise."
Allie nodded, signaling to Sirius that she was ready to go. Without another word, they disapparated, leaving behind Nothing but their footprints in the frost where they had stood just a moment before.
Author's Notes:
Poor Jack, the literary grim reaper got him! mwahaha...
Sirius has a strong wake-up call coming for him in the next couple of chapters. They are partially written so I don't *anticipate* a delay as long as this past one has been.
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