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Be Careful What You Wish For	By : cls2256 Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 5049 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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“Now, where are you going to have these secret meetings at?”
Sirius smiled out at Harry, Ron and Hermione sitting in a semi-circle around the hearth rug in the Gryffindor common room. The emerald flames of the fireplace gently licked at his face, the diminished heat comfortable thanks to the floo network. Crookshanks mewed in Hermione’s lap, trying to weasel out of her embrace to get closer to his head.
“We dunno,” Ron said “Looks like the Hogs Head is out,”
“And the Shrieking Shack is far too small for 28 of us…” Hermione added.
Sirius frowned; the Shrieking Shack would’ve been his suggestion for their secret Defense Against the Dark Arts club. He wracked his brain for a moment, but no ideas came to him.
“Well, I’ll have a think and get back with—… what the…”
To his left, a stubby, small hand covered in antique rings was reaching though the side of the fireplace. He went to pull his head out, but as he was half way out, the hand grabbed ahold of a lock of his untidy dark hair, attempting to pull him back through the fireplace. He yanked back with all his might, struggling until a patch of his scalp gave way, ripping off as he went flying out of the fireplace and skidding across the kitchen floor.
“AQUA ERECTO! AQUA ERECTO!”
Water jetted from his wand, extinguishing the flames where his head had been just moments earlier. He panted heavily, reaching up to feel a wet warmth seeping from his head and down his neck. He pulled his hand away; Blood, and lots of it.
Bitch ripped my fucking scalp.
The floo network was no longer safe; Umbridge must be watching the fireplaces. It was the only way he could’ve been detected. His adrenaline was off the charts, his heart felt like it was going to explode in his chest— Allie’s soft, sharp voice rang in the back of his mind once more.
Don’t get yourself put back in prison; you won’t escape a second time.
Had Umbridge gotten ahold of a larger bit of hair, or he wasn’t as willing to part with a chunk of his flesh, that’s exactly where he would’ve ended up.
“Alright, so I have made this month’s patrolling schedule— providing you think Allison is ready to take her shifts, Remus?”
Dumbledore stood at the head of the basement kitchen table, dressed in crisp silver robes that contrasted with the dinginess of the kitchen. His eyes twinkled as he gestured to Remus to his left.
“Yes—“ Remus said as he shifted in his chair “She has done exceptional with her lessons, her combative and defensive spells are up to par. We are still struggling with producing the patronus charm, however.”
Allie turned bright red, squirming in her chair slightly as she stared into her lap. Sirius could tell she was embarrassed by this; she shouldn’t be, in his mind. It took him a lot of practice to produce even a somewhat decent patronus.
“Understandably so,” Dumbledore said, smiling slightly “The patronus charm is particularly difficult. I will put Arthur on patrol with Allison for the meantime until she can produce a discernable patronus— for communication reasons, of course.”
“I’d be delighted,” Arthur interjected, nodding to Dumbledore, then to Allie.
“Alright then— please check the parchment in the middle of the table,” Dumbledore waved his hand, and a scroll of parchment appeared in the center of the oak table. “I will see you all in two weeks, unless something comes up. Meeting adjourned.”
The Order began to disband, passing the patrol schedule scroll around the table as Sirius rose, taking his plate to the kitchen sink. He felt rough hands grab his head, jerking it in position that made his neck twinge uncomfortably.
“Oi, what happened to your head?”
It was Tonks who’d been first to notice the large scab on the back of Sirius’s head. He turned around and swatted Tonks away from him, but everyone’s attention now fell on him.
“Nothing,” he growled. “It’s nothing.”
“Doesn’t look like nothing— it looks like something bit the back of your head,” she insisted “What’d you get into?”
Sirius felt self-conscious with all eyes on him, wishing that Tonks had just kept her big mouth shut. Molly and Remus both looked at him appraisingly, but their firm stares weren’t as intrusive as Mad-eye Moody’s magical eye. It whirred about, seeming to inspect every inch of him.
“Sirius, might this be from your floo activity with the Gryffindor common room last night?” Dumbledore asked.
“…It was.” he admitted.
“Not much goes on at Hogwarts that I don’t know about,” Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling “However, I didn’t know she had actually gotten ahold of you.”
“Yeah, old bat tore my scalp;” he grumbled “But I wasn’t going to let her get me without a fight.”
“Caution is of the upmost importance,” Dumbledore said “I believe Dolores Umbridge to have all the fireplaces at Hogwarts under surveillance. I would recommend refraining from using the floo network to communicate with Harry from now on.”
Sirius sighed heavily “yeah— I figured as much.”
It seemed like ages before most of the Order either flooed home or retreated to their rooms upstairs. Sirius offered to clean up dishes from the dinner Molly had cooked, more so to stay busy to avoid a lecture from her or Remus about being careful. When the kitchen was quiet, he thought he was alone, and turned to head up the stairs but was startled by Allie standing in the middle of the kitchen. He jumped slightly, clutching his chest and letting out a soft chuckle.
“Damn kitten, you scared me,” he laughed “I thought everyone was gone.”
“Sorry…” she whispered, and stepped around him. She reached up and brushed his untidy dark hair away from the scab, tracing the outline of the wound with a feather-light touch.
“I was being careful, I promise.” He said softly.
She nodded, and then retreated her hand away from him. “I won’t be able to be here as much. I have quite a few patrol days scheduled, and between work and everything else…”
“I understand,” Sirius said, his heart sinking slightly to know his time with her would be limited “The house is open to you whenever you get the chance to come by.”
Allie gave him a sad smile. “What is it that we are guarding? Dumbledore didn’t tell me, but he said it was essential that it didn’t fall into the wrong hands.”
“I don’t know what it is,” Sirius said heavily “he didn’t tell any of us, guess he thinks it’s safer if we don’t know.”
She nodded, shifting her weight awkwardly. “I should get home; I have to work breakfast shift tomorrow.”
“Alright, I’ll just see you around, I guess” Sirius said, forcing a smile.
She nodded again, then turned and exited the kitchen, pitter-pattering up the stairs with soft steps. His heart was heavy; not only was he disappointed to hear Allie wouldn’t be around as much as she had, but he wasn’t thrilled about not talking to Harry for the foreseeable future either. His godson needed him, his godson was his family. He wasn’t going to be able to hear about where they chose to meet for his secret club, or how their meetings would be going from here.
Now, he felt even more isolated in this dreadful, creaky house, as if the might of the odds against him were pushing in on all sides, trying to snatch anything that made him feel remotely human from him. This house was a prison, he had said that from the moment he stepped back inside these hallowed walls, but now, he truly felt the same sense of incarceration that he had experienced for 12 years inside Azkaban. There was nothing to do but accept his fate at this point— he would most likely die a prisoner inside these walls, never to walk this earth as a free man again.
That night, he set his alarm for early— his prison routine had kept him sane for many years, so it was time for him to return to what was familiar.
The alarm rang at 6:30am sharp. His feet hit the cool bedroom floor with contempt, stepping out of bed and yawning a few times before positioning himself on the floor in the push-up plank position to begin the morning workout routine he had followed for so many of those lonely, isolated years.
“1…2…3…”
The weather grew colder, as well as Sirius’s grumpiness. The holidays were beginning to near, and it seemed like everyone in the Order were busier outside of 12 Grimmauld place than in. Allie still came by for lessons with Remus, which she was doing quite well with, but hadn’t been around in her free time as much as Sirius would’ve liked her to be. He understood that she had her family, her job, even now duties for the Order, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that when she wasn’t there at night on the weekends, she was in Jack’s bed, getting everything she deserved from that overly handsome bloke.
She was certainly a good house guest when she was around— she would always sit next to him during meals and meetings, be the first to volunteer to clean up meals or prepare tea for the group. She never declined when he offered to let her feed Buckbeak, either— he loved the way her face lit up as she would watch the hippogriff chomp on his mice. The house seemed brighter with her in the house, as if her angelic aura uplifted the entire atmosphere.
But sitting alone in the dank, depressing walls of his youth, his only conversation-able company a lunatic creature who loathed him, the house seemed more depressing than ever. He found himself leaning on bottles of firewhisky, gin and scotch to get him through his days, sometimes not seeing a single member of the Order for days on end. His grumpiness was translating into his relationships, instead of being happy when company came over, he was resentful.
He had spent this chilly December evening as usual, having dinner in the basement kitchen with a lone candlestick as his companion, then retreating into the drawing room and drinking until he had to crawl to his bed. He was halfway through a bottle of scotch when a knock came at the drawing room door, drawing his attention in that direction.
“Hey,” Allie’s sweet voice was as smooth as velvet. “I brought you something— a book.”
Allie walked to his side and handed him a tattered hardback copy of Lord of the Flies. Sirius glanced at the cover before tossing it onto the coffee table in front of him. This particular novel was one of his favorites; he was always happy to read it when the library cart would roll by and toss it into this cell.
“Read this one a few times in Azkaban,” he grumbled, his voice gravelly from his drink “a few dozen times, in fact.”
His tone would’ve given the impressed he was less than enthused with her gesture, and based on Allie’s flushed cheeks, that is exactly how she took it. She nodded stiffly, and then stepped over to the wall closest to her, observing the Black family tapestry as she did very frequently in the house. She reached out and traced a finger over the name Bellatrix Black, and then over a marriage line to the name Rodolphus Lestrange.
“You always stare at that damn tapestry,” he said “As if you are expecting the names to change.”
“I just find it curious, that’s all,” she said softly “your family tree is so big.”
“You don’t really find that bullshit curious, do you?” he said snottily.
She shrugged, tracing her fingers over another branch of the tree and finding Sirius’s charred face.
“Well, looks like you need some other form of entertainment” he grumbled. “And I would’ve thought life on the outside would be full of it...”
Allie opened and closed her mouth a couple times as color flooded her face again. Her expression hardened before speaking again, just above a whisper. “I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to impose on your evening.”
She turned and walked quickly out of the drawing room. Panic set in— he didn’t want her to go. His fault though, he realized, for being a right git to her for no reason. He jumped up and chased after her, following her to the foyer. She was hastily throwing her travelling cloak on over her shoulders, her eyes glistening.
“Where you going?” he asked “Allie— Allie wait.“
He grabbed ahold of her shoulder— albeit probably a touch too firm, he deduced from the way she flinched. He loosened his grip, but kept his hand on her, as if this would keep her from walking out the front door.
“I’m going home, since you aren’t in a very pleasant mood.” She said simply
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude—“ he said quickly “I was being a dick, I didn’t mean to be. Please, don’t go— stay, have a drink with me?”
She looked at him, blinking, brow slightly furrowed.
“Stay, please—” He repeated breathlessly “stay.”
Her expression softened. After a moment, she nodded. “Alright”
She hung her travelling cloak back onto the coat rack and followed him back into the drawing room. Sirius flicked his wand at the record player, soft melodies now floating through the room as he poured the two of them glasses of scotch. She sunk down onto the couch, tucking her legs up underneath her.
“I read Lord of the Flies dozens of times in Azkaban because it was one of my favorites,” He said as he handed her a glass. “It was very thoughtful of you to bring it by this evening, thank you.”
“I thought you would like that one,” she said softly, tracing the rim of her glass. After a moment; “Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?”
“It’s nothing.” Sirius muttered softly
“If it were nothing, you wouldn’t’ve been a jerk,” She said “Was it something I did or said?”
“No,” he said, the words catching in his throat “No— it’s not you— I’ve… I’ve just been a little grumpy lately, that’s all. I didn’t mean to take it out on you.”
“Because you are stuck inside?” she asked “You feel like you traded one prison for another?”
“Took the words right out of my head,” he said, astonished “You secretly a legilimens?”
Allie blushed, shaking her head. “It’s how I would feel.”
“I hate it here,” Sirius said suddenly “This place is terrible— I’m trapped inside this piece of shit, being completely useless, while you all are out making a difference. I can’t even be available to my own godson— what good am I? What was even the point of escaping prison in the first place?”
He hadn’t been so honest with someone in a very very long time. He gripped his knees tightly and clenched his jaw, trying to remain calm. He didn’t want to lose it in front of her.
“Hey—“ she took his hand with a gentle touch. “You give the Order a safe place to meet. You give Remus hot meals since he can’t afford them on his own. You give Harry someone to call his family.”
Sirius looked into Allie’s soft green eyes, feeling comforted by her sweet voice and soft thumb brushing over his knuckles.
“You are worth so much to many of us, even if you don’t see it yourself right now.”
He gave her a sad smile, feeling gracious that she stayed and provided him with these words of comfort.
“Are you lonely?” she asked softly.
Sirius paused for a moment, embarrassed to answer her question, but felt compelled to continue to be honest. “Yes.”
“I know what it’s like to be lonely,” she said “Sometimes I feel lonely too— but when I am with you, I don’t feel lonely anymore.”
Sirius felt warmth in his belly spread throughout his entire body. It could’ve been Allie’s words that did it, or it could’ve been the half bottle of scotch he had had since dinner. “I don’t feel lonely when I am with you, either.”
They stared at each other for a moment; the intimacy of looking into each other’s eyes for a prolonged period of time gave him the strong urge to lean forward and kiss her. Unfortunately before he could even dream of being so bold, the nasally, contemptuous voice of Phineas Nigellus echoed through the house.
“Sirius? Oh, Sirius? Where are you? It’s not like you have gone out for a stroll…”
“BLOOD TRAITORS! VILE FILTH IN MY HOME!”
“Shit—“ Sirius growled “Can you shut my mother up?”
They ran up the stairs, Allie wrestling with the curtains that covered the portrait of Mrs. Black as Sirius found his way over to Phineas Nigellus’s frame.
“What do you want, Phinny?” He grumbled
“How many times do I have to tell you, do not call me that!” The portrait snapped “I have a message from Dumbledore: Arthur Weasley has been gravely injured, and his wife, children and Harry Potter will be coming to stay.”
He opened his mouth to speal, but the words caught in this throat— Arthur had been on duty for the Order last night, what on earth happened? He wanted to ask Phineas Nigellus a billion questions, but refrained; he’d speak with the kids.
“I would be delighted to have them,” were the only words he could form. Phineas Nigellus disappeared back into the portrait, leaving Sirius and Allie standing in the hallway in a moment of silence.
“Arthur was on duty last night,” Allie said softly
“I know,” Sirius said “maybe he—“
His words were interrupted by the sound of footsteps thundering in the basement kitchen. Sirius grabbed Allie’s hand and took off, running into the kitchen hastily.
“What’s going on?” he asked impatiently “Phineas Nigellus said Arthur’s been badly injured.”
“Ask Harry!” Fred chirped
“Yeah, I want to hear this for myself” George added.
“I had a— a kind of… vision, I guess.”
Harry described a gruesome scene of Arthur being mauled by a snake— a giant snake, most likely the filthy beast Voldemort kept slithering next to him. Sirius felt sick deep in the pit of his stomach listening to Harry recount the scene as if he had court-side seats to the encounter, but didn’t allow his face to show his concern. He needed to keep a calm, brave face for the kids.
“Is mum here?” Fred asked
“She probably doesn’t even know yet, the important thing was getting you away before Umbridge noticed you were all out of bed. I’m sure Dumbledore is informing Molly now.”
“We’ve got to go to St. Mungos!” Ginny said quickly “Sirius, can you lend us cloaks or anything?”
“Hold on— you can’t go tearing off to St Mungo’s!” Sirius cried
“Yes we can, if we want!” George said with a mulish expression “he’s our dad!”
“And how are you going to explain how you knew Arthur was attacked even before the hospital let his wife know?”
“What does that matter?” Fred interjected.
“Because we don’t want to let anyone know that Harry is having visions of things happening hundreds of miles away,” Sirius said firmly “Do you have any idea what the Ministry would make of that information?”
“Somebody else could’ve told us,” Ginny suggested
“Like who?” Sirius asked impatiently “look, your dad’s been hurt while on duty for the Order, the circumstances are fishy enough without his children knowing about it seconds after it happened. You could seriously damage the Order’s—“
“We don’t care about the dumb Order!” shouted Fred.
“It’s our dad dying, were talking about!” yelled George.
“Your father knew what he was getting into, and he won’t thank you for messing things up!” Sirius cried, anger and frustration rising inside him “This is how it is; this is why you’re not in the Order.” Sirius paused for a moment, taking a deep breath “You don’t understand, there are things worth dying for—“
“Easy for you to say, stuck here” bellowed Fred. “I don’t see you risking your own neck.”
Sirius felt the color drain from his face as he felt anger surge through him. Had Fred not been a child, he would’ve clocked him straight in the jaw. Didn’t he realize that he wanted to be out risking his neck for the Order? He craved to be able to do what the other members were doing. Allie seemed to pick up on how Fred’s words affected Sirius, stepping in and speaking louder than Sirius had ever heard her.
“I know it’s hard, but we’ve all got to stay put.” She said calmly, but firmly “At least until we hear from Molly, all right?”
“And who the hell is are you?” George asked “Who is she? I don’t remember her from this summer”
“This is Allie Murphy. She is part of the Order as well. She wasn’t around this summer so you haven’t met her, but she understands also that we need to stay put until we receive word from your mother.” Sirius said.
The kids all blinked at Sirius and Allie, while Fred and George seemed to be chewing back more retorts. After a few moments, one by one the kids started taking seats at the kitchen table.
“That’s right, come on, let’s all have a drink while we’re waiting— Accio butterbeer!”
The silence was deafening through the kitchen as everyone drank their butterbeers. The anxiety plastered on all the Weasley children’s faced made him wish there was something he could say or do make them all feel better about this situation, but the hard truth was that he was powerless. Arthur may very well die, and there would be no comforting through that.
He looked over at Allie, looking worried but not uncomfortable by the silence, sipping her butterbeer periodically.
“Kitten, you don’t have to stay;” Sirius said softly “I know it’s late,”
“I would like to stay,” she said with a weak smile “Arthur is my friend, he and I have spent a lot of time together.”
Sirius gave her a half smile. “Alright.”
She leaned back into her chair and took a sip of her butterbeer. Her eyes looked heavy, she looked exhausted— they all did, but despite how tired they all were, no one was going to get any sleep until they knew the fate of Arthur. Sirius followed her lead and leaned back in his own chair, sighing heavily. They were in for a long night.
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