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Hold on Tight	By : cls2256 Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 7315 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter List
- 1-one
- 2-two
- 3-three
- 4-four
- 5-five
- 6-six
- 7-seven
- 8-eight
- 9-nine
- 10-ten
- 11-eleven
- 12-twelve
- 13-thirteen
- 14-fourteen
- 15-fifteen
- 16-sixteen
- 17-seventeen
- 18-eighteen
- 19-nineteen
- 20-twenty
- 21-twenty one
- 22-twenty two
- 23-twenty three
- 24-twenty four
- 25-twenty five
- 26-twenty six
- 27-twenty seven
- 28-twenty eight
- 29-Twenty nine
- 24
- 25
- 26
Sirius bounced on his heels at 12 Grimmauld Place's threshold, cursing the cold whipping wind slicing his face. He was the designated First Foot, and his arms were full of New Year's good luck charms such as shortbread, coal, kosher salt, whisky, and a velvet sack of silver sickles. He glanced at his watch, 11:58.
"Damn it," Sirius cursed, shrugging his shoulders to hide his neck from the wind.
Remus had offered to play First Foot in his place, but Tonks insisted that the First Foot must be dark-haired; otherwise, it would be bad luck. She'd been a stickler all evening about New Year's luck traditions, and Sirius didn't mind passing up an opportunity to restock his whisky collection.
It turned out to be a rather large New Year's gathering, which made the evening quite enjoyable. Molly and Arthur had brought Harry, along with Ron and Ginny. Harry was to stay through the end of winter break, which made Sirius happier than he'd been in months. Fred, George, Bill, and Fleur joined the twins bringing bags of new Weasley products for everyone to test out and review. It had been fun and games until part of Molly's hair got singed, and she nearly beat the twins senseless in front of the group.
Tonks and Remus were glued to each other's side the entire night. This partially made Sirius wonder if that was why she was insistent on Sirius playing First Foot. Regardless, he was happy that Remus had a distraction. He and Sirius were on acceptable terms after Sirius graveled a sincere apology for his behavior the other day. However, Sirius still felt embarrassed and awkward around him.
Allie kept everyone fed and their drinks topped off, using her role as hostess to blend into the background. She'd had a rough few days since they'd discovered Jack's body mangled and torn apart. Still, she insisted they maintain their original New Year's Eve plans.
"I need a distraction," She'd whispered over dinner the night before. "Every time I close my eyes, I see what she did to him. I need to think about something else. Anything else."
In a way, it made sense to be excited about the new coming year. So much turmoil and loss had happened, there could only be good waiting for them all after the clock struck midnight… right?
....Besides an impending war, if Voldemort's coup d'etat of the Ministry of Magic was successful. He reckoned.
Sirius heard whoops and hollers come from inside and sighed with relief. Midnight, he could enter and get out of the sodding wind.
He flung open the door, "HAPPY NEW YEAR!"
Everyone cheered, raising their glasses and toasting Sirius's entry. Tonks took the paper sacks out of his arms and thanked him for honoring her superstitions.
"Happy New Year," Allie said softly, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissed him gently.
He pulled her close with more force than she was expecting, judging by the surprised 'Mm!' that she hummed against his lips. He held her just long enough to feel her stiffen with embarrassment and pulled away with a devilish grin.
"Happy new year," he whispered, giving her a little wink.
She smiled sheepishly as a bright red flush spread up her neck and to her cheek. She quickly darted out of the way to allow the others to greet Sirius and spread the New Year's greetings.
"Happy New Year, Sirius," George cried, shaking Sirius's hand vigorously.
"Yeah, Happy New Year," chimed in Fred as he handed a champagne flute to Sirius. "Have some bubbly!"
God, everything felt normal. This gathering, this celebration— it didn't feel like they were on the verge of war. That three days ago he'd found Jack's body chopped up like lumber, or that he couldn't fall asleep without the assistance of a potion brewed by his 'favorite' past schoolmate, Snivellus. He reckoned that even though this evening would be short-lived, that this is what life was supposed to feel like.
If he listened close enough, Sirius could hear the slight fizz of the sparkling wine from the flute in his left hand, almost like the gentle crackling of a fire. He brought the flute to his nose and inhaled. Instantly he was met with a smell of mixed berries and citrus peel, followed by a softer, mellower woody scent that lingered in his nose. He never recalled being this drawn to a glass of champagne before.
He felt a pang of guilt—he'd had a few drinks already before heading off to play first foot. He'd promised Allie he'd keep himself at a four drink maximum, and he'd already had five.
He glanced across the room, observing her carefully as she and Bill seemed deep in a discussion while Fleur hung on his arm. She'd hardly notice if he had one more drink— besides, it had been a little over an hour since he'd had his last one. That should give him a 1-2 drink buffer, he reasoned.
The bubbles burst on his tongue with acidulous flavor before immediately setting back on a sharp but slightly sweet grapefruit flavor. It warmed his throat the whole way down, the bubbles leaving a bite on the back of his tongue.
Merlin was it good. Before he knew it, the flute was empty, and he was pouring himself a fresh glass.
And then another. Then another. Then another.
He was popping corks of new bottles left and right, topping off the other's champagne flutes, jovially dancing around to the upbeat music coming through the wireless. The edges of his vision started to blur, his coordination began to waver, and Allie's new year smile had faded.
Sirius was almost caught off guard when Molly and Arthur bid farewell for the evening, taking Ron and Ginny with them. Apparently, George, Fred, Fleur and Bill had already left, and Sirius hadn't noticed.
"What, the party's over?" Sirius asked loudly, looking around and realizing he didn't see where Tonks and Remus had gone off to.
"It's late," Allie said, "everyone was quite tired."
"I'm heading to bed," Harry said, placing a hand on Sirius's shoulder. "See you in the morning."
"Happy new year, kid," Sirius slurred, taking Harry into a firmer hug that he was anticipating by the grunt he produced. "Wish your parents were here to celebrate with us."
Harry nodded cordially. "Allie, can I take anything to the kitchen for you?"
"That'd be lovely, Harry, thanks," Allie gave him a warm smile. "Will you take these trays down?"
She gestured to the picked-over appetizer trays on the coffee table. After Harry retreated down the stairs, clanging the silver platters as he went. Sirius turned his attention to Allie, cleaning up glasses of half-drunk champagne. He placed his hands on her waist, making her jump from breaking her concentration.
"Mmm," Sirius moved Allie's hair off of her shoulder and nuzzled his head into the crook of her neck. "Wonderful night, hmm?"
"Yes," She said stiffly, spinning around and trying to get around him. "I'm quite tired; how about we go to bed?"
Sirius rubbed his stubble against her cheek and chuckled, playfully fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. "Or I can think of something else we can do…"
His fingertip traced just above the waistband of her jeans, and he chuckled as he felt her muscles quiver.
She shook her head. "Not tonight…"
He pressed his body against hers more, pushing her into the buffet table. "Maybe I can change your mind..."
Allie's fingertips pressed into his chest, not enough to push him away, but enough pressure to inform him that she wanted him to back up.
"No, you won't."
Sirius held her gaze for a moment until he realized she was serious. Instantly irritated by her attitude with him, he let go of her waist with an offended shove.
"Fine, then."
He stormed over to the other side of the drawing-room, running his hand through his hair and pretending to observe the Black Family Tree from the 1400s.
"You're drunk, Sirius…" she said softly.
"Hardly," Sirius scoffed.
"I can smell it on you," she said weakly. "You're slurring your words- you had plenty more than 4 drinks tonight."
"It was a special occasion." he retorted.
Allie crossed her arms, glaring at him. "That's not an excuse."
"It's called having a good time," Sirius snarled. "Maybe you should try it once in a while, loosen that broomstick from your arse."
Allie looked away and shook her head, breathing a sigh of disappointment. The tension in the room was so thick it could be cut with a cake knife, and Sirius felt something snap inside him. He stormed into the foyer and began roughly shoving his feet into his winter boots, still wet from the snow earlier.
"Sirius, what are you doing?"
"Going out for some air."
"Don't be ridiculous," Allie said, placing her hand on her hips. "It is nearly 3:00,"
Sirius ignored her and stormed out the front door, assaulted by the cold whipping wind. He should've grabbed his cloak, but pride kept him from turning around.
"Sirius, your cloak!" Allie cried out the front door. "You'll freeze!"
Sirius ignored her, marching down the old cobblestone sidewalk of Grimmauld Place, walking hastily in the wind. He didn't know where he was trying to go, or really why his instinct was to leave, but he stumbled down the street all the same.
"Sirius!"
Sirius turned around to see Harry trotting after him, his outstretched arm holding Sirius's winter cloak.
"It's blistering cold," Harry panted. "You need this."
"Thanks," Sirius mumbled, accepting the cloak, throwing it on, and continuing to walk.
"Where are you going?" Harry asked, walking after him.
"Don't know, don't care." Sirius slurred. "Wherever, anywhere."
As he'd done a million times out on wild nights with James, Sirius stuck his right arm out. Not 5 seconds later, a purple triple-decker bus zoomed up to the curb. A conductor, a young boy about 20, stepped out and pulled a script from his pocket.
"W-Welcome to the Knight bus, transport for any s-stranded witch—"
He was obviously brand new, seeing as how the usual conductor, Stan Shunpike, was in and out of Azkaban pending evaluation of whether or not he was a Death Eater.
"Yeah yeah, save it," Sirius grumbled, stepping onto the bus. He turned around and looked at Harry. "You coming, kid?"
Harry and Sirius rode around on the Knight bus in complete silence for nearly an hour. A few people got on the bus, and there were a few that had been riding almost the same amount of time they'd had. Still, Sirius was hardly paying attention to his surroundings. He'd had an odd feeling of someone watching him but reckoned it was just Harry out of the corner of his eye, watching him to see if he would speak first.
"Sirius, what's been going on," Harry asked. "Why did you storm out?"
Sirius could tell Harry was tired, yet he put up with Sirius's tantrum and came along, just to sit here in silence.
Sirius sighed. "I felt insulted," he mumbled. "Allie called me out on drinking more than I'd promised, and I didn't like it."
"I don't understand why you left, though."
Sirius shrugged. Honestly, he didn't know why he left either. His response was entirely inappropriate for the situation.
"Why don't we go back?" Harry offered. "I'm sure she's worried about you."
Sirius nodded. "I'm sorry," He croaked. "That you have such a drunk for a godfather."
"Sirius, you're not a drunk," Harry said. "You might seem like one tonight, but… you've had a rough go of it."
"Drinking makes me forget," he said.
"Does it really, though?"
Allie had asked him a similar thing, and Sirius knew what the real answer was.
"Let's go back," he offered abruptly. "Stop the bus—!"
Had Sirius thought about it, he probably should've had the Knight Bus drop them off closer to 12 Grimmauld Place, but here they were, walking 20 something blocks in the blistering cold wind.
Sirius felt embarrassed to have had Harry witness his temper tantrum this evening. He was his godfather. He was supposed to be an excellent example for him.
A right job I've been doing so far. Sirius chastised himself.
He felt an odd sensation as if someone was staring at him, the entire walk from where the bus had dropped them. He ignored his instincts, figuring he felt self-conscious about Harry seeing him in such a vulnerable and undesirable state. The two wizards walked mostly in silence until Sirius stopped at a dark crosswalk and held up a finger.
"Hold on, I gotta piss."
"But we're only 10 blocks…"
It was too late. When Harry turned around, Sirius was already urinating into a storm drain.
"Ahhh…" he sighed. "That's better..."
"Uhm," Harry shifted uncomfortably. "Isn't that illegal?"
Sirius shrugged. "Probably."
As Sirius emptied his bladder, swaying around like a toddler with no aim, faint voices could be heard from behind them. It sounded like a small group, most likely a few people heading home after a New Year's event at one local pub.
"Sirius, hurry up," Harry pleaded, bouncing on his heels to stay warm. "please?"
As Sirius was zipping up his fly, he felt a warm rush of wind fly past his head, only to see a bright green curse hit the brick building in front of him.
"Easy, MacNair!! The Dark Lord wants them alive!" one of the nearby voices shouted.
The Dark Lord. Sirius mouthed to himself. A pit sank in his stomach; was this coincidence? Or had they been being followed this entire time? Maybe he should've listened to the gut feeling that he was being watched...
Sirius whipped around and drew his wand, nearly losing his balance. He'd just gained his footing when a multitude of spells came shooting at him and Harry.
"Run, Harry!" Sirius cried. "Get yourself out of here!"
"No, I'm not leaving you!"
The spells were now seeming to come from every which direction, and Sirius couldn't keep up with his shield charms. His reaction time was seriously inhibited. He knew that it was only a matter of seconds before he'd be hit with a stunning spell, leaving Harry completely unprotected.
He dropped to his knees and grabbed Harry's arm roughly, pulling him towards him as tight as he could. He was far too intoxicated to apparate, but he had no choice. He needed to get Harry to safety. He clumsily initiated the apparition, sucking both of them into a vacuumed void with a loud crack.
Their knees hit the floor of the foyer of 12 Grimmauld Place right as Sirius felt an intense pinch on his left wrist. He let out a hiss of pain as he heard Harry next to him gasp. Blood was spurting out of the spot that was supposed to be his hand. He instantly felt dizzy— was he… was he missing his hand?
"Sirius, Sirius?" Harry gasped. "Allie!"
Allie came running down the stairs in her dressing gown, face red and eyes puffy. She gasped and turned white as a sheet as Sirius sank to his knees in a puddle of blood. Tonks and Remus came running behind them, hair tousled and clothing askew, and Remus's neck littered in bright red lipstick prints.
"What happened?!" Remus demanded.
Allie was at Sirius's side in seconds, whipping off the waist tie of her dressing gown. She quickly fastened a tourniquet around Sirius's forearm.
"We were attacked. Death Eaters," Harry said
"Was this hand cursed off?" Allie asked.
Sirius opened his mouth to say something, anything, but no words came out.
"Sirius, how did you lose your hand?"
"Uh—"
He couldn't speak. Maybe he was in shock. It was a simple question, but Sirius couldn't seem to form a coherent sentence.
"He splinched his hand off," Harry interjected for him. "When we apparated."
"Good," she breathed. "Tonks, my medkit is in the kitchen. Can you—?"
"On it." Tonks nodded and took off towards the kitchen.
"Uhh, good?" Harry asked, gesturing to Sirius's bleeding stump.
"A splinched hand I can fix, a cursed one I cannot." She explained. "He's had far too much to drink apparate, "she said, speaking to Harry but scolding Sirius as she did so.
"We were being followed," Sirius said dryly. It was the only thing he could muster out.
"We've all been followed on and off for months," Remus said, "You should not have stormed out like that after dark."
"You're all being followed?" Harry asked, his eyes darting between Remus and Sirius.
Sirius had always believed in being honest with Harry. After all, he was the center of this impending war. However, Sirius knew Harry might do something stupid to protect Sirius or the other order members, so he'd been selective about what he shared with him as of late.
"Here, it's here!" Tonks cried, running back into the room and thrusting the case towards Allie.
Allie flipped the case open hastily and plucked out a series of potions.
"Blood replenishing and pain for now," she said. "Drink these–" She watched as Sirius obeyed and downed each potion. "Remus, help me get him upstairs— Harry! Your shoulder!"
Sirius's eyes shot up, now noticing the torn clothing and gaping bleeding flesh on Harry's shoulder. His mouth went dry, his breathing hitched. Harry was hurt.
"I was hit by a spell of some kind," Harry said, "It's not that bad, Sirius is worse, I'm fine."
Sirius couldn't take his eyes off Harry as Allie zipped to his side to examine him. She was asking him all sorts of questions and making him take various potions, but Sirius heard none of it. All he could do was stare at Harry's mangled shoulder, hearing his conscience scold him over and over again.
Harry is hurt, and it's your fault. It's all your fault.
Sirius woke to daylight coming in the bedroom window, illuminating the room as if it were mid-day. He glanced at the clock and realized it was, in fact, mid-day. Why on earth did Allie let him sleep until nearly 3:00pm?? Then, as if the events of last night hit him like a falling fire escape ladder, his heart sank. His mind raced through His fight with Allie, his close call with the Death Eater's, his hand, Harry's injured shoulder.
Harry. Where was he? How was he?
Sirius looked down at his left hand, gasping at the disgusting scabbed stump in place of his left hand.
"Looks a little mangey, doesn't it?"
Sirius looked up to see Allie with a tray of food and potions in the doorway. She set the tray down on the bedside table, then sat at Sirius's side and took his left forearm.
"Healing nicely, and we have a couple of fingers sprouting right here," She said, pointing to a particularly disgusting part of his injury. "We should have a fully functional hand in 48 hours."
"Well, until then, can I have a sock to cover this thing?" Sirius grimaced.
Allie chuckled and found him a clean tube sock. He hastily shoved it over his stump.
"How is Harry?" Sirius asked impatiently. "Is his shoulder—?"
"He's alright, he's fine," Allie reassured. "The curse just grazed him, so no major damage was done. He will have a scar, though, unfortunately. Dark magic is almost impossible to heal fully."
Sirius's heart sank. Scarred. His godson was scarred, and it was his fault.
"It's my fault," Sirius said, his voice cracking. "Had I not walked out…"
Allie held her hand up to stop him. "Let's not focus on what happened just yet," she said calmly. "I want you to focus on healing. You need to eat a spot of lunch, and then take these potions here-" She pointed to a combination of potions on the tray. "I owled my mum and told her you needed some time off work also."
"Allie-"
"Now eat," She ordered gently. "I'll be back later to check on you."
Sirius picked at his food for a while before taking his potions and bathing in feelings of self-loathing. None of this would've happened if he'd just laid off the champagne. If he were honest with himself, his problems were deeper rooted than merely having one too many glasses of champagne.
Suddenly, like an itch, he couldn't scratch, Sirius wanted nothing to do with drinking anymore. It was good riddance to his extensive scotch and whisky collection— no drink was more important to him than Harry, Allie, the Order, winning this war…
Yet here he sat, realizing he'd put drinking in front of all of those things.
He sprung out of bed, groaning at the slight spinning sensation he felt upon standing too quickly. Champagne always did give him the nastiest of hangovers. He recalled spending an entire day in the hospital wing after he, James, Remus, and Peter celebrated finishing their OWLs with a few champagne bottles. Sirius had nicked them from his parent's alcohol cabinet at Easter break, claiming to be saving them for something' special.'
Madam Pomfrey had refused to give him anything for nausea and vomiting, telling him it would teach him a lesson. Unfortunately for him, he never did seem to learn.
He marched around the house, collecting his stash of bottles he'd had collected in old wardrobes and hutches— some hidden, some simply stored away. He'd cleared out every ounce of alcohol room by room, having each of the bottles follow behind him like ducklings following a mother goose. He dumped each bottle out one by one into the second-floor bathroom's toilet, flushing the liquor and vanishing the empty bottles before venturing downstairs to collect the rest.
Allie was in the drawing-room, elbows deep in a mountain of textbooks as Remus was drilling questions about advanced transfiguration at her. Sirius paid them no mind and retrieved his few bottles from the nearby buffet, leaving the room despite Remus and Allie's attempting to address Sirius.
Standing at the kitchen sink, Sirius took each levitating bottle and tucked it under his arm to pull the cork with his one good hand. He watched numbly as the amber liquids flowed down the drain before vanishing the empty bottles one by one— he wanted every trace of alcohol in this house gone.
"Sirius…"
He glanced over his shoulder at Allie, looking at him from the entrance to the kitchen with concern. He didn't pay her any mind as he continued to pour out his bottles.
"You're pouring your whisky out?" she asked slowly.
"Yep." He replied shortly.
After a moment, "...All of it?" she asked softly.
Sirius stopped and turned around. "Harry could've been killed. Had I not been—" he stopped, feeling choked up. "Harry is more than just my godson. If we lose him, we may very well lose the war. Not only would I have let down the Order, but James and Lily as well,"
Allie walked up next to him, approaching him like he was a wild animal that could pounce any moment. "W-Would you like some help?"
"No, I've got it," he said. Then, adding in almost a whisper. "I never want another drink of this shit again."
He was almost taken by surprise when her gentle arms wrapped around his torso from behind, hugging him tightly. He stopped for a moment to rest his hand on hers, silently acknowledging her happiness.
Breakfast the next morning smelled of cinnamon hotcakes, English breakfast tea, and toast with blackberry jam. Harry stood at the stove, flipping the pancakes in a hot griddle. On the table were plates of back bacon, blood pudding, and sausages— a grand feast for only three people.
"What's all this?" Sirius asked, taking a seat at the head of the kitchen table.
"A full English breakfast," Allie said. "And then some. Harry wanted to make the pancakes."
Allie was seated at the table next to Sirius, gingerly sipping on a cup of coffee. Harry stood at the stove, flipping a pancake in a hot skillet.
"My cousin Dudley loves cinnamon hotcakes," Harry said. "As much as I hated making breakfast for him, I've gotten really good at making these."
"Well, looks like if a career as an Auror doesn't work out, you can be the new breakfast chef at the Leaky Cauldron with me."
As Sirius poured himself a cup of coffee, his hand shook. He spilled hot coffee all over the counter, splashing some onto the front of his shirt. He hissed in pain and irritation.
"You alright?" Allie asked.
"Fine, fine," Sirius said impatiently. "Coffee is hot as bollocks."
"Your left-hand doesn't have full strength yet," Allie said. "Be careful."
"I didn't use my left," Sirius said, a touch of annoyance in his voice as he siphoned the coffee from his shirt.
As breakfast went on, the worse Sirius began to feel. His face felt flushed and clammy, and his neck and shoulders ached. He could hardly eat, his hand shook as he held a fork, and every bite he did take seemed to be sitting in the bottom of his stomach like a rock. He kept picking at his plate, not wanting Harry to think he didn't enjoy his pancakes.
"Sirius, you look peaky," Allie said, scrunching her nose at him. "Are you feeling alright?"
"I feel fine," He lied. "So back to Hogwarts this afternoon, yeah?" He added quickly, directing his attention to Harry.
"Yeah, McGonagall is having me floo in, as a precaution," Harry said. "Allie, you don't have to be back this afternoon, too, do you?"
"No," She shook her head. "I'm not required to stay on the grounds, but I could if I would like to."
"Are you all studied up?" Sirius asked. "Feel ready for tomorrow?"
Allie turned a light shade of pink. "I think so," she said softly.
"Remus said you've been working with him for weeks to get caught up and that you're sharper than ever," Harry said. "He said you'd even give Hermione a run for her money."
Allie's flush deepened. "Remus is just being kind," she said, fighting a smile.
After breakfast, Sirius made every excuse he could to make his way back upstairs. He needed to lie down, or he was sure he'd pass out. Did he sweat through his shirt, or was it just him?
After changing into a clean shirt, he crawled into bed and pulled the covers over him. Within a minute, he tossed them back off, huffing in irritation. He was hot, yet cold, and neither being covered or uncovered was comfortable. His new shirt felt damp again already, and his stomach bubbled with irritation.
"You're feeling ill, aren't you?"
Sirius looked up as Allie sat down on the edge of the bed next to him.
"Tremors, chills, nausea—" she continued. "I bet you have a fever if I checked."
"I'm fine. I'm just tired."
"You're going through withdrawal," Allie said gently. "I figured this would happen going cold turkey, but I'll admit I didn't think you'd get this sick this soon."
"I'm not sick," Sirius protested through a shiver.
"Ok," Allie said, shrugging, much like a doctor would when they were pretending to listen yet ignoring a patient. "Take these for me anyway."
"I'm fine, kitten," Sirius grumbled. "I don't need anything. I'm tired of making potions."
"Sirius— "Allie said, softly but sternly. "In a few hours, you will be thankful you took what I'm going to give you."
She held out the potions to him, raising an eyebrow as if she were challenging a stubborn child. Sirius let out a long sigh but didn't argue any further. Quickly, he downed each potion, trying not to focus on the taste or his already upset stomach.
"A touch of sleeping draught too, for a nap," She said, pulling one of Sirius's special potions out of the bedside drawer and portioning a small amount out. "You'll want to sleep through the first bit of withdrawal."
"I feel like all I've done is sleep for the past few days," Sirius grumbled, drinking the potion reluctantly. "Make sure I don't miss Harry leaving for school."
Allie kissed his forehead, then covered him up with the tossed aside blanket. She said something to him before she got up, but the sleeping draught had already kicked in, and he was asleep before he had the chance to process it.
He woke hours later, groaning as his entire body ached severely. He'd never been this thirsty before in his whole life, and as he sat up, he hurled onto the floor next to him.
Well, there goes breakfast.
He glanced at the clock across the room, hoping Harry would still be here. He stumbled off, using the walls to support him as he made his way down the hall and the few flights of stairs to the kitchen. He felt incredibly dizzy but refused to miss sending Harry off for next term.
As he bumbled into the kitchen, Harry and Allie were sitting at the table, having a cup of tea. Harry had his trunk next to the fireplace, ready to go.
"Wow, you really do look sick," Harry said as Sirius sunk down into a chair next to him.
"Nah, this is nothing," Sirius said, waving Harry's comment away as if it were a fly buzzing around his face. "Just a little tired today. I thought for a second I would've missed you."
"I wasn't going to leave without saying goodbye."
Sirius stood to give Harry a proper goodbye hug, albeit swaying slightly as he stood. He embraced his godson tightly and gave him a reassuring pat on the back.
"How's your shoulder?"
"Oh, fine, it's fine," Harry said, pulling away. "Just a scratch."
Sirius gave him a sad smile. He'd hardly call what happened to Harry's shoulder just a scratch.
"I'll send you an owl in a few days," Harry said. "Allie, see you tomorrow?"
"Yes," She nodded. "Bye, Harry."
Sirius felt a lump form in his throat as he watched Harry disappear into the floo. He always hated their goodbyes.
"Off to bed," Allie ordered, pointing toward the stairs.
"Kitten—"
"You can hardly stand," she said. "Now go. I'll bring you some tea and potions."
Sirius grumbled under his breath as he slowly bade his way back upstairs to their bedroom. He'd just gotten himself situated in bed when Allie arrived with a tray of tea, a silver bowl of what appeared to be steaming water and flower petals, a clean hand towel, and a few vials of potions.
"This herbal tea will help keep you hydrated as you're sweating the alcohol out of your system," she said. "Drink it while it's hot— can you take your shirt off, please?"
"Wasting no time getting me naked," Sirius teased.
As Sirius sipped gingerly on the soft, mint and floral tea, Allie gently sponged his forehead, neck, and chest off with the towel dampened with liquid from the silver bowl. The towel was hot, not too hot it burned him, but hot enough to turn his skin pink.
He watched her out of the corner of his eye as she worked, taking extra care to be gentle and work around him, taking sips of her tea. She was an altruistic person, he recognized. She had to be, he reckoned, going into the Healing Arts professionally.
"What is that stuff?"
"It's similar to the tea you're drinking," Allie said. "An elixir of pain and relaxation potions, healing herbs."
The way the early evening sun coming in the window hit the side of Allie's face, reflecting in her fire-y orange hair like softly flickering flames. Sirius admired the gentle slope of her nose, her alabaster skin littered with freckles, her full lips that he knew were the softest lips he'd ever kissed. She had the most delicate touch, making the warm, wet towel feel like a five-star spa treatment.
"You're beautiful, you know that?" He murmured.
Allie smiled, turning a slight shade of pink. Sirius let out a soft groan as she pressed the warm towel to his forehead.
"I don't deserve you…"
"Oh hush," she smirked.
"It's true, you're too good to me."
Allie chuckled under her breath. "It's because I love you."
Sirius grinned and shook his head. "Only Merlin knows why,"
Allie smiled, blushing slightly. "I've loved you since we were in Azkaban," she said softly. "I fell so in love with you in that cell."
"And you were aware it was love at the time?"
She nodded, "The feelings I had could've only been love. I almost told you, but I was too shy."
Sirius grinned. "What, you? Shy?"
Allie flicked him with the towel playfully, rolling her eyes.
"You're smart," He sighed as their laughter died down. "Took me years to realize what mine were,"
"Trust me, I know," Allie smirked. "I almost married another man waiting for you to realize it."
After another moment of laughter, Allie's face fell.
"I'm sorry," Sirius said softly. "About Jack."
She nodded. "I did love him."
"I know."
"It was different from how I love you, but I cared about him tremendously."
"I know you did."
Sirius watched as she struggled to hold back tears, pretending to be more focused on sponging the last bit of herbal water onto him. She must've noticed he was studying her as she wiped her eyes quickly before straightening her posture. "Are you finished with your tea?"
"Oh, yeah, here—" Sirius handed her the teacup. "It was quite good."
Allie smiled. "Shut up. I know you're lying."
Sirius grinned. "I've had worse."
"Willow Bark has never been your favorite," She chuckled. "Let me take this back down to the kitchen, and I'll get you some more sleeping draught."
As Allie picked up the tray, Sirius reached out and gently took hold of her arm.
"Stay," He requested. "Just for a bit."
She set the tray down and turned back to him, giving him a small smile. She leaned over and kissed him gently, too gently for Sirius's liking. He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close, wincing as he exerted too much strength for his weakened state.
"I'm sorry," Allie said, pulling away instantly. "You really do need your rest."
Sirius laughed. "I'd rather do what I think we were about to do."
Allie smacked his shoulder playfully, giving him a friendly smile. "I suppose some stress relief could be good for your condition…" she bit her lip as her fingertips trailed to the button of his trousers. "Something that doesn't require much effort on your part…"
"If the Healer prescribes it," Sirius grinned. "Then, who am I to question that?"
Allie blushed once more. "This would be something extremely unethical to prescribe…"
Sirius's eyes fluttered shut as Allie went to work. She started off with gentle strokes to his cock before taking him in her mouth, caressing every angle of him with her tongue.
"That's quite lovely…" he murmured, reaching down and lazily twirling a lock of her curls with his index finger.
His mind wandered to the first time she'd given him a jobby— well, any man a jobby, for that matter. It was the night before she was transferred, albeit they didn't know that at the time. She'd touched him with uncertainty, looking to him every few seconds for guidance while biting her lip nervously.
"What if I hurt you?" She asked
"You won't."
The feel of her soft velvet tongue on his cock for the first time was a memory he'd never forget. She took her time, swirling her tongue in different directions and patterns until Sirius came without warning.
"Sorry, I should've warned y— did you swallow??"
"Yeah," Allie said, quiet as a mouse and face turning bright red. "Was I not supposed to??"
He'd laughed, then kissed her from head to toe, worshipping her under thin, scratchy prison sheets until dawn.
She's become an expert at cock handling now, Sirius reckoned. He let out a gentle moan; he loved the feel of swirling and sucking, mostly when she did that with her tongue.
Oh god, and then that.
Suddenly she stopped and stood up. Sirius opened his eyes to see her shedding her clothes, then climbing on top of him and straddling his hips.
"I'll be gentle," she insisted just above a whisper.
"Don't be," he growled.
The only thing he could focus on now was the feeling of her wrapped around him, squeezing him pleasurably with every thrust. She started slow, then built up speed as time went on, her moans growing louder and more urgent. He could feel her abdomen tightening under his fingers, hear her desperate breaths. Finally, his name rolled off her tongue as she was worshipping him as a god
Every part of him went rigid, and he burst into a million pieces, seeing flashes of color across his vision as if he were speeding through a rainbow. The bed turned to Jell-o as Sirius sunk into the mattress. A warm tingle spreading throughout his whole body as his tension relaxed. His mind was calm, clear, and blank.
Allie leaned forward and gave him a quick peck on the lips and a small smile. He let out an appreciative but inaudible groan before feeling something cold against his lips.
"Take your potion and get some rest," she murmured softly. "Just a small sip for a nap."

"I don't need a babysitter,"
"He's not here to babysit you. Remus just wants to discuss the ambush the other night, and I asked him to stick around in case you needed anything."
"A babysitter."
"Oh, Sirius, honestly…"
Allie put her hands on her hips, taking a pause from buttoning up her Hogwarts uniform shirt.
"Seeing as how you vomited all last night, I'd prefer to not come home to find you choked and died in your sleep."
Sirius waved his hand in annoyance. "I feel fine now."
"Sirius, I don't have time to argue," She said, glancing down at her watch. "I have Defense Against the Dark Arts in a half an hour, and I need to get there at least ten minutes early, so I don't have to sit in the front row."
"Ah, starting your day off with Snivellus," Sirius grinned. "What a treat."
"Stop calling him that," Allie laughed. "It's no wonder he still hates you."
"Nah, we're best friends, him and I. Now, come here and give me a proper goodbye."
Allie glanced at her watch one more time before leaning over and giving Sirius a quick peck on the lips. She hummed in protest as Sirius grabbed her shoulders and pulled her into a deeper kiss.
"MM! MM!"
After a moment, he let her go, chuckling.
"Sirius, I really don't have time!"
"Go go," Sirius laughed. "Good luck on your first day back."
Allie let out a haughty sigh as she zipped over to the vanity table and scooped up a pile of her tardy schoolwork. Typically she wouldn't be this high strung, but she felt quite anxious about returning to school today. Despite her rushing around, Lenore's leather-bound journal at the corner of the vanity.
Sirius had poured over that journal for days, with no such luck. Without much thought at all, she grabbed the journal and stuffed it into her bag. If she wasn't able to decipher it, she was going to find someone who could.
Author's Notes:
Ahhh finally Sirius got a good kick in the butt! Harry is one of the most important people to him, and Sirius will never forget how he almost got Harry captured or killed due to his recklessness.
The timeline is going to start having some major diversions from canon from here, and we're going to see some major death eater influence start to loom over the Wizarding World— setting the stage to get this installment finished up and to get us moving into our last installment of this series. :)
Wishing you all the happiest of New Years!
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