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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
- 25
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AUTHOR'S NOTES: Look at me cranking out this chapter lickety-split!!!
I got a great comment about what's been going on in the Wizarding World currently since we've been so focused on Sirius and Allie, and the tensions of blood status and random disappearances are still happening here just like they do in the canon storyline. We see an example of 'blood status tension' in this chapter, and now that Sirius isn't drowning at the bottom of a liquor bottle, we'll get to see how the Wizarding World is doing so far through his eyes. it's gonna be fun lol.
"And I expect 2000 words on resisting the Imperius curse on my desk by class start on Wednesday— dismissed!"
Allie swallowed hard as she eyed the back of Severus Snape as he cleared the blackboard with his wand. She fumbled with a stack of overdue homework assignments and papers, tapping them into a neat pile on her desk to turn in. She'd had the 'pleasure' of having both her 6th and 7th-year lessons with Snape on the same day, and she'd chickened out in her morning class about turning in her missed assignments.
Her other professors had been unexpectedly kind when she turned in her missed pile of homework. Professor Sprout even gave her a gigantic hug.
"We're all just heartbroken for you, dear," she'd said as she squeezed Allie tight. "But so proud you're getting yourself caught up."
She figured if the other professors were kind and understanding, maybe Snape would be somewhat? It was a long shot, but at least she was making it known that she'd tried to catch up.
Her heart pounded in her ears as she approached Snape's mahogany desk at the front of the room.
"Uhm," Allie cleared her throat gently. "Professor Snape, sir?"
"What is it, Murphy?" Snape responded without turning around.
"I- uh- wanted to give you these," Allie set the stack of papers down on his desk. "This is all my missing assignments from last term. The top stack is 6th year, and the bottom is 7th."
Snape looked over his shoulder at her for a moment before returning his attention back to the blackboard.
"I don't accept late work, Murphy, you know this."
"I-" Allie felt her stomach flip flop but continued. "I understand that, sir. I don't expect these to be graded, but it was important to me to finish these so I could catch up for this term."
There was an uncomfortable pause before Snape spoke, back still turned to her. "Very well, but mind you, I won't be as forgiving if you slip up again."
"Yes, sir,"
Allie's hands shook as she pulled Lenore's journal from her bag. She'd spent over an hour looking over the journal at lunch, knowing that no matter how many times she read it over, it wouldn't make sense to her. She figured a potions expert could possibly decipher this, and Snape had already been willing to help Sirius once before. Maybe he'd be willing to do it again?
"I—Uhm— also have this, if you would be willing to look it over,"
Snape took a moment before he turned around. He looked at her with a mixture of curiosity and annoyance. Allie swallowed and held out the journal to him.
"This is Lenore Khoury's journal. We think it may contain information as to what she gave Sirius, but it appears it’s written in code."
Snape's left eyebrow rose as he took hold of the journal and started to thumb through its pages. "How did you get this?"
"My— Uhm—" Allie felt her lip start to quiver. The last thing she wanted to do was explain Jack’s recent demise at this moment. "It’s a long story."
Snape looked up, glaring at Allie apathetically.
"And what makes you think I can understand what this says?"
"I'm just hoping, I guess," Allie felt a blush creep up her neck. She instantly cursed herself for being awkward and blushing too much, which made her blush even more. "You're an expert on potions, so I figured maybe something would make sense to you that didn't to us."
Snape stared at Allie long enough to make her physically squirm before tossing the journal onto the desk. "I'll get to it when I have time."
Relief washed over her like a tidal wave at the beach. "Thank you, sir," Allie said quickly. "Thank you—"
"Yes, yes, quit graveling, Murphy," Snape snapped, waving her off like a horsefly. "It's incredibly annoying."
"Yes, sir," Allie sputtered. "I'm sorr—er, Uhm, thank—uh, I'll just be going now."
Allie spun on her heel and scuttled out of the classroom, albeit with a massive smile on her face. She was hoping this was the key, that Snape would be able to figure out precisely what Lenore used to curse Sirius. Then maybe he'd finally be able to get an actual night's sleep. Surely, not having to brew Sirius's special sleeping draught would entice him enough to glance at the journal.
Allie tossed her school bag onto the floral couch and plopped down with a sigh upon arriving at her suite. She had a mountain of homework already, and she wasn’t motivated to do any of it. Her stomach growled, and she looked at her watch; it was a little early for dinner, but she'd hardly had time to have lunch, let alone a quick snack. It had been important to arrive at her classes early today.
Maybe she and Sirius could pick up takeout and eat directly out of the containers while she started her homework. Maybe Chinese, or Indian, if they were feeling adventurous. If she headed back home now, they might have just enough time to swing by her favorite bakery and pick up a few boxes of macarons for dessert.
She hoisted herself off the couch and grabbed her school bag. With a handful of floo powder, she spun away in a whoosh of emerald green flames. She swirled through a dark tunnel like a tornado until she stopped abruptly at 12 Grimmauld Place's kitchen fireplace.
"Sirius?" Allie called, tossing her school bag onto the table and brushing the soot off her front. "I'm home!"
No answer came, so she started up the stairs, calling out to him again.
"I thought we could pick up some takeout for dinner tonight,"
The further she got up the stairs, she could hear what sounded like someone tossing furniture around.
"If we leave here in the next few minutes, we should have time to stop by— merlin! What are you doing?!"
Sirius had every drawer, closet, and box pulled out with items strung about the entire downstairs. He was furiously digging through the buffet in the drawing-room, tossing things behind him and cursing wildly.
"I can't find it," He said exasperatedly. "I've looked everywhere. I could've sworn I left it upstairs."
"Find what?"
"Lenore's journal!" Sirius cried, grasping fistfuls of his wavy dark locks. "The only person that's been here is Remus, and he already told me he didn't have it. There's no way it just disappeared—"
"Sirius, relax, it's ok," Allie said, wrapping her arms around his torso. "I took it."
"Oh," He breathed a sigh of relief, settling his hands on her shoulders. "Ok, well, good good. Can I have it? I want to try to go through it again."
"I," Allie stuttered. "I don't have it anymore."
Sirius's brow furrowed. "What do you mean?"
"I— uh— kind of gave it to Professor Snape today."
"You, what?" Sirius asked, his eyes wide. "You gave it to Snape?"
"Well, you had been through it so many times, and I figured maybe a potions expert could—"
"But you gave it to Snape," Sirius muttered. "A death eater."
"He's in the Order," Allie corrected. "And playing double agent, remember?"
"And how do you know that he's not a double agent for them!" Sirius barked.
Irritability— It was about time that this symptom started, Allie reckoned.
"Dumbledore trusts Snape," She reminded. "Therefore, so do I. Do you forget he's been brewing your potion for you? I think you're letting your prejudice get in the way again."
"You shouldn't have taken it without talking to me first," Sirius growled.
Allie exhaled gently. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you first."
Sirius exhaled haughtily and nodded. "I just want to find a way to lift whatever bullshit hex she put on me."
"That's all I'm trying to do," Allie said, wrapping her arms around his torso. "I hate that you can't even close your eyes without the fear of her invading your mind."
A lump formed in Allie's throat; she wished she had the words to respond but felt her mouth go dry. She hated seeing what Sirius was going through, what Lenore was doing to him just for her pleasure and entertainment.
“How are you feeling?” She asked. “Has your fever gone down?”
"I'm alright, kitten, don't you worry about me," said Sirius, his voice calmer now. He smiled at her reassuringly, seeming to read her anxious body language correctly. "We have an Order meeting here next week. Mad-Eye sent an owl today."
"What time?" Allie asked. "What day?"
"Dinner-ish, I'm assuming, next Wednesday."
"I finish Wednesdays with Madam Pomfrey," Allie said, "I don't know what time I'll be done, but I've missed so much time with her already—"
"Relax," he smiled. "We won't start without you."
Allie exhaled and nodded, but with her brow still furrowed. Sirius kissed her forehead gently and wrapped her into a hug, holding her tight until she physically relaxed in her arms.
"Good, now, you said something about takeout?"
Hot grease popped as Sirius dropped the fry basket into the fryer. He hissed as oil sprinkled on his face, stinging him like hot needles.
"Merlin's saggy bollocks—!"
He grunted angrily as he rubbed his face with the tail of his apron, reckoning that he hadn't missed working. Maybe it was because the job never really gave him the pride of a job well done that he'd been searching for? Perhaps he'd quit. It's not like he was working for the money.
But then what was there to do? Order duties were sparse lately, albeit Sirius knew Dumbledore had paused on calling on him and Allie for the time being. Even in between the few tasks he carried out for the Order as of recently, he'd usually spend the remaining evenings reading on the couch with a stiff drink.
Since a stiff drink was out of the question, the idea of quitting seemed less appealing. At least here, he was distracted from the cravings of a 12-year Macallans, despite having his flesh burned off by spurts of french fry oil.
The crash of glass from the dining room caught his attention suddenly. He popped his head out the kitchen window, seeing a large, scruffy man tossing silverware and napkins at Shannon. The man was purple-faced and hollering, looking at Shannon like she was a bug on the bottom of his shoe. It was only Shannon’s second day since being promoted to waitress, and it didn’t appear like it was going well.
"I'm not havin' a filthy squib come anywhere near my food!" the man shouted.
Shannon looked like she was about to cry. She stood there in the middle of the dining room like a spectacle, with patrons and employees all standing around watching, but no one was intervening. The man had two friends at the table with him, who egged him on and jeered along with him.
"I d—didn't touch the food, s—sir," she stammered.
"But you touched the plate, and the plate touches my food!" the man hollered again.
"Hey," Sirius barked, interjecting himself into the scene. "Is there a problem over here?"
"Yeah, I got a problem!" the man growled. "my foods dirty now that this squib touched it," the man enunciated the word squib like he was referring to a rotten jellyfish. "Filth like that shouldn't be allowed to work here— with people, no less!"
"What makes you think she's a squib?" Sirius demanded.
"She don't use magic to refill the water pitchers like the others," his friend chimed in. "Because she can't!"
"So? Regardless of her magical ability," Sirius said. "There is nothing wrong with your food. I made it myself."
"And it was fine until she touched it!" The man threw the top of his sandwich bun at Shannon. "I want another plate, and I don't want her anywhere near it!"
"I'm not making you another plate," Sirius snapped. "There's nothing wrong with the one you have, you prejudiced, dickhead minger!"
"What'd you call me?"
The next few seconds went by in the blink of an eye, ending up with Sirius and the purple-faced man throwing punches until Sirius tackled him to the floor. He got a few good strikes in before Colleen came running from the back office, grabbing Sirius by his shirt collar and yanking so hard it choked him.
"That's enough!" she hollered. "You lot, out! Out of my pub!"
The two friends helped the purple-faced man off the floor, muttering insults and expletives as Colleen shouted over and over for them to leave. Once they were gone, the pub was silent. The remaining patrons were frozen at their tables, wide-eyed and in awe. The restaurant staff followed suit, crowing behind the bar quiet as mice. Colleen stared at the front door where the men exited a moment ago and took a few breaths before turning back to Sirius.
"What the hell was all that?!"
"They were disrespectful to Shannon," Sirius said, straightening his apron. "Calling her horrible things because they suspected she was a squib.
Colleen turned to Shannon, who stood with her shoulders rounded forward and silent tears pouring down her face.
"This true?" Colleen asked Shannon
Shannon nodded quickly, swallowing before speaking. "They didn't want a squib touching their food," she said meekly.
Colleen's face shifted from angry to sympathetic instantly. "Bastards," she said under her breath. "Go take a few minutes. Clean up your face, have a glass of water."
Shannon nodded and hurried away, vigorously wiping her cheeks as she kept her eyes downcast. Once Shannon was out of sight, Colleen turned back to Sirius, eyes ablaze once again.
"My office," Colleen demanded. "Now."
Sirius hardly got inside the door of the manager's office before Colleen started ripping into him.
"You can't put your hands on a customer for any reason!" she hollered. "You should have come and got me the moment you saw what was going on."
"But they were treating her like she was an animal."
"And I hate that Shannon had that happen to her," Colleen said, "But we are a place of business, and that's not how we handle these situations professionally."
"I think 'to hell with professionalism,'" Sirius spat. "They were throwing silverware at her!"
Colleen exhaled loudly. "Shannon knows how to handle herself in these situations."
"Does she?" Sirius asked loudly. "Because she looked like she was about to burst into flames right in front of the bloke. Had I not stepped in—"
"Had you not stepped in, you could've gotten me, and we would've avoided a scene. Just wait until the Daily Prophet gets wind of this—"
"Screw what the Prophet has to say," Sirius barked. He looked at his watch and decided he was finishing work early today, whether Colleen was alright with it or not. "I think my shift is over for today. I'll see you tomorrow."
Sirius grabbed his cloak from the employee coat racks as he stormed out the back of the Leaky Cauldron, walking briskly without looking behind him. He was so mad he could hardly think straight. Part of him wanted to turn right back around and give Colleen another piece of his mind but knew better of it.
He walked around muggle London for a bit with no path or plan, using the cobblestone streets as a way to clear his head. His mind kept replaying Shannon's face as the man criticized her, and it made him sick to his stomach. He wondered what Allie would think of the situation and how he handled it. Would she be proud that Sirius came to Shannon's rescue? Or would she side with Colleen that fueling the scene wasn't good for business?
"Where the hell am I…" he muttered under his breath as he found himself in a dead-end alley. He wasn't paying attention to exactly where he was at, but he didn't think this particular block had any dead ends.
"I would've just come and got a drink, but I figured my presence at the Leaky Cauldron wasn't welcome."
Sirius's heart stopped beating— he recognized the smooth french accent coming behind him, and his hand wrapped around the handle of his wand.
"My wand is on your back," Lenore purred. "You'll be on the ground before you can even draw."
Sirius now realized there was a good chance that this dead-end was indeed not supposed to be here. He turned around slowly to see Lenore, her wand on Sirius, grinning devilishly. In contrast to how he'd always seen her before, she was in Death Eater robes tonight.
"What do you want?" Sirius asked.
"You've been ignoring me," Lenore said with a fake pout. "How am I supposed to find out where you've been keeping my book if you won't come to play with me?"
Sirius gave her an innocent expression. "I don't know what—"
"Don't play coy," Lenore snapped. "I'm very tired of these games. I want my book returned to me."
"Why is it so important that you have it back?" Sirius asked. "It's just a bunch of scribbles and gibberish."
"So you admit, you've read it?" Lenore's eyes burned furiously. "I want it back because it's mine. As our dear friend Jack learned, I don't take kindly to those who steal from me."
"Did you really have to slice him up as you did? To leave him in pieces like that for us to find? For Allie to find?"
The corners of Lenore's mouth turned upward into a smirk. "What did she think of my handiwork?"
"You're sick," Sirius grumbled, looking around for anything to distract Lenore with so he could draw his wand without her hexing him first.
"There's something about watching the light leave someone's eyes that is so raw, so powerful," Lenore crooned. "There is no drug like it."
"I don't want to hear your sick obsessions," Sirius spat. "I don't have your damn book."
"Liar." She raised her wand a little higher and took a few steps threateningly in Sirius's direction.
"It's true, I don't have it," Sirius shrugged. "it is not in my possession."
Lenore looked at him curiously, and Sirius instantly felt her attempt to invade his mind. She got a hold of the memory of Sirius ransacking the house for the journal before he was able to kick her out with Occlumency.
"Someone took it from you," She said, almost phrasing her sentence with a question. "I think it's in your best interest to regain possession of my book," she continued, "and return it to me promptly."
"Or what, you'll kill me like you did Jack? Chop me up in a million pieces while I scream bloody murder?"
Lenore sighed heavily, looking bored suddenly of Sirius. "Unfortunately, I can't kill you. It's forbidden."
"What does Voldemort want with me?" Sirius asked.
Lenore's eyebrows rose, and she let out a haughty chuckle. "So foolish to use his name." She shook her head. "Your Sirius Black. You already know what he wants with you."
"I don't," Sirius said. "So why don't you tell me?"
"I want my book back," Lenore said, ignoring him. "I can't kill you, but there is no restriction on others you care for. Say that handsome werewolf you run around with may not return home after the next full moon or Allie—"
"You won't touch her," Sirius growled possessively.
"I have once. What makes you think I won't do it again?" Lenore smiled a horrible, evil smile. "I'll make sure she begs for you to save her before I end her life. I'll make her suffer even more this time, all for my fun. Maybe I'll let you watch, even."
"You evil, psychotic—" Sirius drew his wand, but Lenore disarmed him before he even got it raised. His wand clattered against the cobblestone road behind him.
"You have one week to get me that book," she ordered. "Or you'll be hearing from me again."
With a barely audible pop, Sirius was alone again, and the alley was no longer a dead end.
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