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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
- 3
- 4
- 5
AUTHOR'S NOTES: I like to describe food in my writing when I am hungry. I wrote a lot of the chapter hungry.

The blade glided smoothly up his neck, slicing his facial hair flush against his skin. Rolls of shaving cream collected on the blade with each stroke that he rinsed clean in the stopped pedestal sink. Shaving was surprisingly therapeutic for him— an act of self-care that he could perform without much thought or effort.
“Sirius!” Allie called through the bathroom door. “Harry is here!”
He flinched and the blade slipped, nicking his chin. He threw the blade down into the sink, splashing foamy water onto the floor.
“Bloody fucking hell!” he hissed.
He leaned forward and examined his chin. The small cut had already formed a bead of blood, and stung tremendously from the residual shaving cream.
“You clumsy wanker…” he mumbled to himself, pressing a hand towel to his chin “bloody fantastic…”
“Are you alright…?—“” She opened the door, frowning as her eyes settled onto his chin. “—Oh, did I make you cut yourself? I’m sorry…”
“No, you didn’t,” he grumbled, hastily dabbing at the small wound. He hissed as more shaving cream got inside, stinging the cut further “fuck— it’s always the smallest cuts that hurt the worst…”
She gave him a sympathetic expression as she placed her hands gently on the sides of his face, examining the cut.
“It’s small, but looks like a bleeder. I’ll put something on it for you when you come downstairs,” she said “Harry and Remus are both here.”
Sirius hastily finished shaving; he cursed under his breath each time he got more shaving cream into his cut. He dried his freshly washed hair with a quick flick of his wand, put on a set of casual muggle clothes, and made his way downstairs. He retreated down into the kitchen, greeting Harry and Remus enthusiastically.
“Harry, my boy!” he cried, embracing his godson tightly “Remus got you here safely, I see—” he pulled back, inspecting Harry as if he were to find damage done to him “how are things? You’re doing alright at the Burrow?”
“Yeah, of course— the Weasley’s are great.”
Remus stepped forward, smirking as he extended his hand “Little clumsy shaving this morning, Padfoot?”
“Just a little,” Sirius shook his hand firmly “just a flesh wound, really.”
“Sirius, look at me,”
Before he could get his head turned fully, Allie had ahold of his jaw to keep him still as she dabbed at his chin gently with a small, wet cloth. He recognized the instant pain relief to be the same fluid she used on his cheek a few days earlier.
“There, that’s better.” She said softly, smiling slightly.
“Thanks,” he gave her a quick peck on the lips “It smells wonderful in here— what’s for breakfast?”
When Allie had the time to prepare such a meal, Sirius wasn’t sure, but the spread was incredible. A large tray of cantaloupe, honeydew and grapes sat in the middle of the table. Quiches of different variety surrounded, and a silver tea kettle was positioned at either side of the table— seemed like a lot of trouble for just 4 people.
“Expecting an army?” Sirius teased, as he sat down.
“This will feed us breakfast all weekend,” Allie replied softly, pouring herself a cup of tea “I couldn’t sleep and woke up early, figured I might as well do something useful.”
He frowned as he studied her face. She didn’t look at him, but he could see the tiredness in her eyes as she stared down at her tea mug. Slight shadows were present under her eyes, and her skin was paler than usual, lacking its typical radiance. He had half-noticed her crawling out of bed before the sun was up, expecting her to have just gone to the loo. He’d woken fully hours later, and she was not there. Typically a late sleeper, he figured their run-in with Jack the other day had something to do with her insomnia.
“This looks wonderful, Allie,” Remus said “Thank you— this will probably be the best meal I eat in months.”
“In months?” Harry asked inquisitively “Are you going somewhere?”
Remus’s cheeks turned pink as he seemed to contemplate what to say next. Sirius assumed he had forgotten he was speaking Order business in front of Harry.
“It’s about time Harry knows what’s going on,” Sirius interjected “Where are you off to?”
Remus took a moment, then nodded and relaxed. “Dumbledore had asked for my help in recruitment.”
“Recruitment?” Harry asked “for the Order?”
Remus nodded once more “yes, we need numbers on our side. Voldemort is gaining support from different species, and fast. He’s asked me to go undercover and visit a few werewolf packs, try to gain their trust and support.”
“Oh my…” whispered Allie, gripping her tea cup.
“Is that even safe?” blurted Harry.
“There are risks,” Remus did not meet his eyes “But I am aware of what this task could do for us if I succeed.”
Sirius felt a pang of jealousy; Remus was being sent off on a thrilling mission, and Dumbledore hadn’t called on him for much of anything recently. He missed the excitement of the first war, where he and James would go on week long stake outs of known Death Eaters. Lily had been pregnant for some of it, and would worry herself sick over them; as much as he craved the thrill, he couldn’t imagine putting Allie through that.
“Is anyone else recruiting?” he asked “Goblins, Centaurs…?”
“Hagrid is going to a few Giant colonies, but other than that, I am not sure. Dumbledore only told me of he and I’s missions.”
“Does anyone else know you’re leaving yet?” asked Allie
“Molly and Arthur do; I told them this morning when I came to escort Harry here.”
“Tonks…?”
Remus’s jaw clenched, he paused for a moment then shook his head. “No, Tonks doesn’t know.”
Harry’s brow furrowed slightly as he looked from Allie to Sirius for an explanation. Sirius twitched his head dismissively. Allie’s expression changed; if looks could kill, Remus would be dead on the floor already.
“You’re going to tell her before you go.” she said— a statement, not a question
“I—“ Remus shook his head “I’m not sure if I will tell her before I go.”
Allie pursed her lips (reminding Sirius of Colleen’s signature disapproving expression), and looked off to the side, taking a small, contemptuous sip of her tea.
“I see…”
Remus’s cheeks flushed as he awkwardly took a large bite of his quiche. Sirius clanked his fork loudly, hoping to distract from the awkward tension that had built in the kitchen.
“Harry, what do you think about taking a trip into London, hmm?” Sirius asked abruptly “Allie has a pregnancy exam at the hospital this afternoon; I thought the three of us could go…”
Muggles see nothing.
The random passersby walked past the dilapidated department store Purge and Dowse Ltd, ignoring the oddly dressed mannequins behind the tinted glass. Not only did every muggle that passed Sirius, Allie and Harry leaning against the grimy windows ignore them, but no one seemed to see or question where three people disappeared to. They stepped through the glass inconspicuously, entering into the bustling waiting room of St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. Allie led the way to the welcome desk, where they were unenthusiastically greeted by a blonde witch in lime green robes.
“Welcome to St. Mungo’s,” She said flatly “what are you here for?”
“Allison Murphy,” Allie replied softly “I’m here for—“
“Speak up,” The welcome witch snapped “I can’t hear you.”
Allie flushed, opening her mouth to speak but no sound came out. Sirius placed a hand on her back reassuringly, speaking to the Welcome Witch louder than necessary.
“Allison Murphy, pregnancy scan.”
The woman blanched, undoubtedly recognizing who was standing before her. “Yes,” she said coolly, with a tone of false politeness “come this way.”
Sirius allowed Allie and Harry to follow the Welcome Witch first, so that she didn’t hear the crude phrases he muttered under his breath about her.
“Bitch…”
They were handed off to a medi-witch just around the corner, who led them into an examination room inside the maternity ward. This woman had a much friendlier face, and a much pleasanter demeanor.
“Hi, Miss Murphy?” the woman said “I’m Angelica, I will be your medi— oh my!”
Her face flashed to surprise when her eyes fell upon both Harry and Sirius. Sirius grinned in amusement, winked at the medi-witch, and pointed to himself then to Harry.
“Sirius Black, I’m the father, and this is handsome gentleman is Harry Potter, my godson— he’s just tagging along today.”
“Sure,” Angelica whispered, forcing a polite smile. She looked down at her clipboard, appearing to regain composure before she spoke again. This time, her voice was clear, polite and professional. “Alright Miss Murphy—“
“Allie, please.” Allie said politely
“Allie,” Angelica nodded, smiling easier now. “Looks like you are here for a just a general check-up? I’ll have you get into this gown,” She held up a tacky patterned green gown “gentleman, if you could wait outside while Allie changes…?”
Harry and Sirius nodded, and stepped back into the hallway. Sirius looked around and couldn’t help but smile; he vividly remembered walking up and down the halls of this ward while Lily was in labor, waiting for James to come deliver the news that the baby had arrived.
“You know, your mum had you here— in this same ward.”
“Were you there?” asked Harry
“I was,” Sirius nodded “I waited all night for you to arrive. I got to hold you when you were only minutes old; let me tell you, kid, the only time I saw your father cry was the first time he held you.”
Harry looked like he was about to ask another question when they were beckoned back inside the examination room. Allie was now lying in the hospital bed, watching the medi-witch Angelica set up what looked like a muggle Polaroid camera. Sirius went to her side and took her hand, grinning down at her.
“Would you like to know the sex of the baby today?”
“No,” Sirius replied, “We want to be surprised.”
Angelica nodded “Absolutely— the Healer will be here in just a moment, and then we can get started.”
Angelica left the room as Sirius squeezed Allie’s hand gently. His stomach was flip flopping with anticipation— he wasn’t sure what to expect from this appointment.
“Isn’t it too soon to know the baby’s gender?” asked Harry
“Wizards can find out sooner than muggles,” Allie explained “There is a spell for it that can detect gender well before it can be seen in images.”
Angelica returned with a short, balding man that Sirius assumed to be the Healer. He seemed completely unaffected by the presence of Harry Potter and Sirius Black— potentially he had been warned.
“Hi, Allie?” the Healer said “I’m Healer Peddlestone; are you ready to see this baby?”
“Hi,” Allie said politely, squeezing Sirius’s hand. “Yes, very much so.”
The exam began with checking Allie’s pulse, then her abdomen. The Healer pressed on her stomach gently, nodding to Angelica.
“Abdomen feels normal…”
He drew his wand and waved it over her stomach slowly, muttering an incantation Sirius had never heard before. He then touched his wand tip to her stomach and moved it around slowly, stopping once a noise that sounded like a mixture of whooshing and beating echoed inside the room. Healer Peddlestone smiled a huge toothy grin as he nodded to both Allie and Sirius.
“Gorgeous!” he exclaimed “Hear that? The heartbeat is strong— a perfect rhythm.”
A lump formed in Sirius’s throat; he was overwhelmed by the wonderful sound of the baby’s heartbeat— his baby’s heartbeat. Allie squeezed his hand once more; he wasn’t sure if he’d ever seen her look this happy before.
“Now, let’s see if the little tyke is camera shy…”
Peddlestone picked up the device that resembled a Polaroid camera, and placed the lens against Allie’s stomach. He took a few snapshots against various parts of her abdomen; with each shot, a photo printed out of the back of the device. He gave the images a quick shake, and then examined them.
“See this shadow?” he said, pointing to an indeterminate dark blob on the image, “That is your child. A perfect looking shadow at this stage, I might add. Everything seems to be in tip top shape. Here—“ he handed Sirius the photographs “— you get to keep these.”
Tears came to his eye and a hand came up over his mouth as he stared at the photographs. He sat on the edge of the bed next to Allie, so that she could admire it with him. Harry took one of the pictures, squinting as if to try to make out what exactly he was looking at.
“This is amazing…” he whispered shakily, kissing Allie’s temple. “We created this— this is our baby.”
She looked up at him, tears streaming down her face as she grinned ear to ear.
“I’ll give you all some privacy,” Peddlestone said, stepping towards the door. “Whenever you feel ready to change, Allie, you may leave your gown on the bed. Congratulations to the both of you— look forward to seeing you through the duration of the pregnancy.”
He slipped outside the room with Angelica following him, shutting the door behind them. Allie couldn’t help both her smiling, and her crying.
“I can’t believe this is ours…” she said softly “and I can’t stop crying…”
“Cry it out, kitten,” He chuckled “it’s just the hormones.”
She laughed as she wiped her eyes roughly against the sleeve of the gown. Sirius kissed her temple once more, then stood and clasped his hands together.
“Well, I think this calls for a celebration, don’t you?”

“Let us toast—“ Sirius held up his champagne flute “to a healthy baby— oh, hell, to all of our health!”
An odd pairing, chow mein and champagne—but Sirius had insisted. The kitchen table at 12 Grimmauld Place was littered with white Chinese containers, egg roll wrappers, and fortune cookies.
A bottle of cheap champagne sat between Harry and Sirius, the best that £20 could by. Allie’s flute was filled with sparkling juice— white grape— to simulate. She had insisted she could toast with water, but Sirius refused. This was a special occasion, after all; she deserved something close to the real thing.
They ate through idle conversation, discussing quidditch and upcoming classes that Harry and Allie would potentially share. Harry combed through the paint swatches one more time, choosing a muted steel blue for his bedroom.
“We’ll get you some new furniture, too,” Sirius said through a mouthful of chow mein “that bed cannot be comfortable; its older than I am, I’m sure of it.”
“It’s alright,” Harry shrugged “the furniture doesn’t bother me.”
“Nonsense,” Sirius said dismissively, waving his chopsticks in the air. “We’ll go tomorrow. Allie wanted to pick up some new curtains for the nursery, anyhow.”
They finished their meals, and all evidence of their Chinese spread was vanished with a flick of his wand. Another flick, and two glasses and a bottle of firewhisky zoomed out of the cabinet.
“It’s a beautiful night,” He said “what do you say, Harry? Have a nightcap with me on the patio?”
Allie frowned at him. “He’s already had champagne, Sirius.”
“By his age I was drinking a glass of Ogden’s Old for breakfast,” Sirius winked at her as he handed Harry his glass, which earned him an eye roll in return. “It’s just one glass.”
It indeed was a beautiful summer night. The temperature outside was perfect; not too hot, not too cold. Sirius pulled a cigar from his pocket and used his wand tip to light it. He puffed on it a few times, and then grinned at Harry.
“You want one, kid?”
“No,” Harry laughed “I’m alright with this.”
He held up his glass, and then took a small sip, grimacing slightly.
“You’ll get used to the burn,” Sirius said “soon, that’s what you’ll crave about it.”
Harry smiled awkwardly and set his glass down.
“I’m sure Allie will chew my ear off for serving you too much alcohol tonight, but you’re almost a man— you deserve to celebrate once in a while,” Sirius took a hearty sip “women— can’t live with ‘em, certainly don’t want to live without ‘em,” he winked at Harry, then smirked. “You got any women in your back pocket? Anyone worthy of mentioning?”
“Oh— uh,” Harry stammered “no, well, not anymore. There was one, but it wasn’t going to work out.”
“No?” Sirius leaned forward interested “What happened with her?”
“We just were too different— I took her to Madam Puddyfoot’s for Valentine’s Day. It was a— well, a… complete disaster, if I’m being honest.”
“Madam Puddyfoot’s?” Sirius snorted “Well, there was your first problem.”
Harry shrugged. “She picked the place.”
“And that—“ Sirius pointed to him with the end of his cigar, smiling wryly “—was your second problem.”
Then two of them laughed for a solid minute before settling into a moment of silence. Sirius couldn’t help but stare at the carbon copy of James in front of him— except his eyes; those were his mother’s eyes.
“Sirius… can I ask you something?”
Harry looked off to the horizon, seeming to be in intense thought. Sirius shrugged with his hands, and then took a puff of his cigar.
“Anything.”
“Aren’t you afraid of having a child? Right now, I mean— in all of this?”
Sirius leaned back in his chair, nodding his head as he contemplated this question. He took a moment to answer.
“I am, to a degree,” he answered slowly “but something like this gives me hope for the future— plus, I already got her pregnant, so we’re doing this whether or not I’m afraid,” he laughed “Always remember your contraceptive charm. If you don’t know how to cast one, make sure the lady your shagging does.”
Harry’s cheeks flushed red as he looked away in embarrassment.
“Relax, I’m not going to lecture you on the birds and the bees,” Sirius laughed “Just be smart; I’d like to have a child before my godson beats me to it.”
“I’d also like you to have one first.” Harry muttered.
They both laughed again, and Sirius raised his whisky glass and winked.
“I’ll drink to that.”
Over the next half hour, Harry savored his one glass as Sirius kicked back the rest of the bottle.
“Your parents would be proud of you, you know,” Sirius said, slurring slightly “proud of the man you are growing up to be.”
Harry stared off into the garden, taking this statement in. “Tell me something I don’t know about them— something that you or anyone else hasn’t told me.”
Sirius stroked his chin as he thought hard. Something that he didn’t know…
“Your father and I went on a little joyride with an old motorbike of mine. I had tinkered with it to fly— Hagrid has it now, or did— I gave it to him the night…” Sirius shook off where his statement was going, and got back to his story. “Anyway, we took the motorbike out and ended up getting chased by muggle policeman, undoubtedly for speeding. They chased into an alley with no outlet, so I turned on the flight boosters and flew the bike right over their head!” Sirius laughed so hard he started to cough. Harry joined in, an eager smile on his face begging him to continue “I will say though, I would’ve rather been caught by those muggle policemen rather than have dealt with the wrath your mother had instore for James and I. Oh, was she furious…”
He spent another half hour talking in detail of how he had gotten his motorbike to fly before he and Harry decided to turn in for the evening. They walked inside and to the stairs, then parted on the second floor landing.
“I’ll see you in the morning, kid.” He said, giving him a nod.
Sirius stepped quietly around the sleeping portrait of his mother to his bedroom. He opened the door, and found Allie reading in the windowsill. She turned her head to him and closed her book with a sharp snap.
“Did you succeed in getting a teenage boy drunk this evening?”
“He had one glass,” Sirius replied impatiently “I, on the other hand, had many more than one.”
She set her book down on the windowsill and stepped toward him. “I know; I can smell you from here,” her expression softened as her hands ran up his chest and hooked around the back of his neck. The corners of her mouth upturned. “I’m glad you enjoyed your evening.”
“I did,” He smirked “but the evening doesn’t have to be over just yet—“
His tongue was down her throat before she could even take a breath. He kissed her rough, hard; he clawed at her satin pajama camisole with the grace of a 14 year old boy. He finally got ahold of the hem just as Allie gripped his shoulders and shoved him back against the bedroom door with surprising force. She held him to the door, eyes flashing mischievously.
“I don’t believe that’s any way to treat a lady,” she scolded playfully “we mustn’t forget out manners— if you’d like my shirt off, all you had to do was ask.”
She grinned, released him, and started to step backwards. He made to step towards her, but she held a finger up and shook her head.
“Ah, ah—stay.”
Allie turned around and drew the curtains closed, then pulled her camisole off in one fluid motion. She turned her head over her shoulder and gave him a small smile. His cock twitched inside his trousers as he leaned back against the door, tracing the curves of her back with his eyes.
“Turn around,” he ordered softly “I want to see those gorgeous tits …”
She let out a soft, amused giggle, but did not oblige. She picked up her book from the windowsill, thumbing through the pages with her back still turned. Sirius let out a growl of frustration,
“You are enjoying yourself, aren’t you?”
She shrugged. “Maybe.”
There was a hint of entertainment in her tone. She turned around to smirk at him, using the open book to shield her breasts.
“I was at an entertaining spot in my book,” she said “I think I’m going to read just a while longer…”
“Oh no you don’t—I don’t think so!”
He lunged toward her, grabbing her waist and tickling her so she would drop the book. She squealed with laughter as the book hit the floor between them with a hard thud.
“I just— lost my— bookmark!” she choked, laughing so hard her face was turning red “No more!— please, Sirius— mercy!— MERCY!”
He stopped tickling her, and pulled her to him and embraced her tightly. Her arms were trapped between them, pressed tightly against his chest. She nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck as her laughter settled down.
“You are so naïve…” She giggled, giving him a few quick pecks on his collarbone.
“Yeah? Why’s that?”
“Because you thought this was over!”
In a split second her arm was free, and jabbing upward to tickle his underarm. As strong as she thought she was, he was stronger; he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder with a playful roar, smacking her on the bum before flopping her down onto the bed. He pinned her arms above her head and crashed his lips against hers, taking note for the umpteenth time in their relationship on just how soft her lips were. He pulled back, resting his forehead gently on hers as he stared into her emerald eyes. Her breath shook ever so softly as she stared back into his.
“Do you know how much I love you?” he murmured
Allie bit her bottom lip and flushed. “Why me?” she asked softly. “Why do you choose to love me?”
“Why you…?”
Sirius couldn’t help but laugh. She didn’t laugh with him, instead flushing a deeper shade of scarlet. He released one of her wrists to stroke the side of her cheek. She instinctively leaned into palm, allowing his large hand to hold the weight of her head.
“I love you, Allie,” he kissed her lightly “because you make my world brighter.”
“Sirius—“
“mm…”
“Sirius—!”
A hand shook him awake. He let out a frustrated growl as he sat up onto his elbows, blinking exhaustedly at the dark room around him.
“Whaaaaat!” he groaned, rubbing his face roughly with one hand. “What the—“ In the dark room, he could only partially make out Allie, dressed in what appeared to be her Leaky Cauldron server’s uniform. “What the bloody hell time is it?”
“Early— just past 5,” Allie said “Mum sent an owl, she needs me to cover the breakfast and lunch shift— two servers claim to have come down with Spattergroit.”
Sirius’s eyes finally adjusted to see an unfamiliar owl sat on the windowsill, clicking its beak and turning its head in curiosity at him. He sat up straighter, blinking and wiping the sleep from his eyes.
“What about furniture shopping? You wanted to pick out the nursery curtains…”
“I can’t go today, I’m sorry,” She said, leaning over the bedside and kissing his forehead “Take Harry, you two have fun. I have to go, I love you—“
“Wait, Allie,” Sirius sat up more, wiping the sleep from his eyes. “What if Harry and I come in for lunch? Would you like that? We can bring you fabric swatches for the curtains.”
Allie turned back and smiled.
“I’d love that.”
Hours later, Harry and Sirius slid into a small booth alongside the edge of the Leaky Cauldron, a bag of fabric swatches and a bouquet of roses in tow. Allie spotted the two of them almost immediately, waving and holding her finger up to them before retreating into the kitchen. She returned just a moment with a silver tea kettle in one hand, and a pitcher of water in the other.
“Isn’t that a bit much to be carrying?” Sirius asked, eyes flickering to her stomach “…Considering?”
“I’m pregnant, Sirius,” the annoyance in her tone was contradicted by her relatively pleasant demeanor “—not handicapped.”
“Well, either way, I just want you to be careful— here,”
He handed her the bouquet of roses, watching her face light up as they changed from their original white, to buttercup yellow at her touch. He silently praised himself— charming the roses to change color at her touch had been a difficult spell, but worth it.
“—I thought those would make you smile.”
She brought the roses to her nose and inhaled deeply. “These are lovely, thank you,” She drew her wand and transfigured Harry’s fork to a glass vase, and slid the bouquet inside. “I’m going to place these in some water.”
Sirius leaned back in his seat as he watched Allie walk back into the kitchen, admiring the way her full hips swayed underneath her skirt.
“The trick with women, kid—” Sirius began, now grinning at Harry “—is to woo them. Make them feel special, make them feel beautiful. Not only do they deserve it, but it has one hell of a payoff for you.”
Allie returned shortly and took their lunch orders, and topped off their tea kettle. Sirius had only just noticed Jack behind the bar, staring at him murderously. After a few minutes of the uncomfortable feeling of eyes on him, Sirius had turned, looked him in the eye, and raised his tea mug as if he was giving a champagne toast. Jack scowled at him, and didn’t look back in his direction again. Although Jack had quit his staring games, Sirius couldn’t help but notice a man staring at him through the front windows of the restaurant, attempting but failing to seem inconspicuous. Must be a reporter, he thought.
The lunch special was steak and kidney pie, which he and Harry both ordered. It was quite good, albeit his fear that Jack might have the stones to slip Draught of the Living Death into his portion. He was hungry and ate the whole thing, and was not subject to any such poisons. As they finished up their meal, he watched as Allie changed the bar’s trash can, and levitated the heavy bag with her wand out of sight. A minute later, she bustled up to their table, beckoning them anxiously.
“Get up— you have to go, both of you—“
“What’s wrong?” Harry asked “what’s going on?”
“Sirius you need to go home— take Harry with you—“ she looked over her shoulder anxiously “There’s wanted posters outside with your face on them.”
“There were posters of me all over this town years ago;” Sirius waved his hand dismissively “A few probably got left behind.”
“No, these are new— please Sirius, you need to—“
The man Sirius had noticed staring, as well as two others, barged into the restaurant with wands drawn. Allie’s face drained of color at the sight of the men, pressing herself against the wall as if to shrink away.
“Sirius Black,” the one who’d been watching said “I am Auror Payne— this is Aurors Dawlish—“ he gestured to a thin man not much older than Sirius, then to an older silver-haired gentleman. “—and Williamson.”
Allie let out a fearful squeak, covering her gaping mouth with a shaky hand.
“And to what do I owe the pleasure?” Sirius said contemptuously
“You are under arrest, for escaping from Azkaban prison and evading Ministry custody.”
“What?” Harry snapped.
“You’ve got to be joking,” Sirius laughed “Surely this is a joke…”
“No, Mr. Black, I am most certainly not— Dawlish!”
Dawlish grabbed Sirius by the collar and yanked him out of the booth with surprising force. With a flick of his wand, a set of gold handcuffs bound Sirius’s wrists together.
“This is ridiculous!” Harry shouted “He broke out because he wasn’t meant to be there in the first place!”
The Aurors ignored Harry’s shouts. Dawlish grabbed Sirius’s left arm as Williamson grabbed his right, forcing him to walk with them behind Payne towards the restaurant’s exit. Sirius’s ears were hot with humiliation and outrage as he felt every eye in the restaurant on him.
“Sirius— Sirius!” Allie jumped between them, attempting to pry the men away from him. “He’s done nothing wrong— you can’t take him—“
“Step back!” Williamson snapped “This is official Ministry business—“
“No, you can’t take him— Sirius!—“
“It’s alright, kitten,” Sirius fought to keep his voice steady “I’ll be alright, this is just a misunderstanding…”
He didn’t believe that to be true, but he didn’t know what else to say. His stomach was in his throat, his heart pounded in his ears. He had the sensation of an out of body experience, as if he were watching the scene from above. Everything around him was moving in fast forward, as well as slow motion simultaneously.
“No, Sirius—you can’t take him! LET HIM GO! LET HIM GO!”
“Miss!” Dawlish drew his wand and pointed it at Allie. She threw her hands in the air, her face draining of color as she stared at his wand terrified. “Murphy… wasn’t it?” Allie swallowed hard, and then nodded stiffly. Images of Allie weeping herself to sleep the night she’d been subject to the Cruciatis curse came to mind as Sirius stared at her frozen in terror. “Sirius Black is now in Ministry custody, and I won’t hesitate to use magical force if you or anyone attempts to intervene.”
“No— she’s pregnant!” Sirius hissed, struggling against both Auror’s grips. They gripped him tighter, surely leaving fingerprint bruises behind. “She’s pregnant, please— please…”
“Then it’s in her best interest to back up,” Dawlish snarled. Tears streamed down Allie’s face as she took a few shaky steps back. “If you try to intervene again, Miss Murphy, you will be taken into custody as well.”
“Take Harry to the Burrow,” Sirius said to Allie, his voice hoarse “Tell them what’s happened.”
Sirius felt helpless as they dragged him out the front entrance and onto the cobblestone street on Diagon Alley. He wondered if he could shake them off, get to his wand to split the cuffs and apparate to safety, but quickly dismissed the thought. It was three against one; he would not win that fight.
“Where are you taking me?” He asked gruffly.
Payne turned around and looked at him with a satisfied expression.
“Azkaban.”
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