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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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How many hours had it been? At his point, he could hardly make sense of how long he, the Weasley children, Harry and Allie had all sat hunched over the kitchen table, awaiting news on Arthur’s condition. Ginny and Ron both looked so tired their eyes were crossing. Fred and George were leaning back in their chairs, staring at the ceiling and rhythmically tapping their fingertips on the table. Harry and he exchanged awkward looks periodically, both feeling like intruders on a family crisis. Allie sat next to him with her arms folded on the table, resting her chin atop them a she gently blew puffs of air at a lone curl hanging in her face. Sirius had stared at her for an indeterminable amount of time, watching that vibrant, spiraled lock of hair sway from her breath over and over and over…
He was so tired, yet had quite a bit of energy on reserve that he chalked up to anticipation and concern. Two— maybe three— hours ago he had suggested everyone try to get some sleep, but his suggestion fell on deaf ears. After a long night, the kitchen door swung open at ten past five; all of them jumped to their feet as Molly bustled into the kitchen.
“He’s going to be alright,” Molly said, her voice weak with tiredness “He’s going to be alright— we can go and see him later. Bill is with him now; he’s taking the morning off work.”
Immense relief flooded through Sirius. Had Arthur not made it— well… he wasn’t quite sure what he would’ve made of that, let alone what his wife and children would’ve made of that. However, he wasn’t going to have to make anything of it, since Molly came bearing good news. His eyes scanned the group— they all looked exhausted, famished. They should eat before getting some well-deserved shut eye.
“Breakfast!” said Sirius joyfully, clapping his hands together “Where’s that accursed house elf? Kreacher?! KREACHER!... oh, that good for nothing—“
“I’ll cook, Sirius; it’s alright— “Allie said sweetly. Sirius’s heart nearly leapt out of his chest as she placed a delicate hand on his shoulder. Her touch was so gentle, so comforting. His name spoken by her was lovelier than a gentle spring breeze. ”—breakfast for how many…?”
“Let’s see… 8!—Bacon and eggs? And some tea? How about some toast?”
“I’ll make the toast.” Harry said quickly, immediately hustling over to the pantry. Allie pulled a large skillet out of the cabinet and fired up the stove, shooing Sirius away when he tried to jump in to help.
“You set the table— Harry and I can handle breakfast,” Allie said with a soft giggle “You’ll just get in my way.”
“Yes ma’am…” said Sirius playfully. He flicked his wand and magicked plates, cups and silverware to the table. He was about to pull out some orange juice from the fridge when Molly unexpectedly grabbed him and pulled him into a tight hug.
“Sirius, thank you for looking after the kids last night,” Molly said “I appreciate it so so much.”
“Of course,” Sirius choked through her boa constrictor-strength grip “I was pleased to be able to help—“ Molly released him and he gestured to the rest of the Weasley’s around the table. “—I hope that you all will stay as long as Arthur is in the hospital.”
“Oh Sirius, I’m so grateful,” Molly said “they think he’ll be there a little while and it would be wonderful to be nearer. Of course, that might mean we’re here for Christmas…?”
“Why, the more, the merrier!!”
Her tone was questioning whether or not it would be alright by Sirius to intrude on his holiday. He was thrilled to hear he would have house guests for Christmas— nothing would make him happier. He had avoided all thoughts of the impending holiday, not wanting the reminder that his holiday feast would be one in solitary.
He was all of a sudden thankful for the situation at hand; for it brought him a house full of people. …did that make him a terrible person? To be somewhat happy that his friend was lying in a hospital bed? Surely he wasn’t happy that Arthur was hurt, just happy his family would be staying for the holiday, that’s all. Still, he thought it best to keep this thought to himself.
“Uh Sirius, could I have a quick word? Now?”
Harry grabbed the sleeve of his shirt and pulled him into the pantry. His expression was troubling— he looked like he had the weight of the world sitting atop his shoulders.
“What’s going on?” Sirius asked quietly.
Harry proceeded to rehash the details of his vision of Arthur’s attack, however sharing that instead of watching the scene from the sidelines, he was seeing the event through the eyes of the snake. Sirius listened, hanging onto every word. It was… odd, for Harry to have had this vision through the snake’s point of view.
“Did you tell Dumbledore this?” Sirius asked
“Yes!” Harry said impatiently “But he didn’t tell me what it meant! Well, he doesn’t tell me anything anymore, really.”
This detail was troubling, but he fought to keep his tone even and his face straight. There was no need to get Harry all worked up— especially not until Sirius could speak with Dumbledore about this.
“I’m sure he would’ve told you if it were anything to worry about.” He said steadily
“But that’s not all” Harry whispered “Sirius, I— I think I’m going mad. Back in Dumbledore’s office, just before we took the portkey I actually felt like the snake. I wanted to attack him, for a few seconds.”
“It must’ve been the aftermath of the vision, that’s all. You must’ve still been thinking of the dream—”
“But that’s not it!” Harry said impatiently “I— I think there is a snake inside me, like I am becoming the snake! Becoming a weapon!”
Could this be true? Could there be some type of possession happening, or strange human transfiguration? No, that’s impossible. He was asleep in his bed at Hogwarts at the time, they had established that already. Maybe Harry had seer blood in his line— but if that were true, wouldn’t James have mentioned that at some point…?
“You need to sleep.” He said firmly “you are going to have breakfast, then go up to bed. You can visit Arthur with the others after bit. You’re in shock Harry, you witnessed something horrible— lucky you did, really, or Arthur might’ve died. Just stop worrying.”
He clapped a hand on Harry’s shoulder and gave him a reassuring smile, hoping that his godson wouldn’t see though his calm façade.
The impending holiday had truly lifted Sirius’s spirits. The house full of people (even the Order members who came and went only for meals) really livened up the place. With help from the kids, Allie and Molly, the house was decorated magnificently. Garlands of brilliant silver, gold and red were strung from the ceilings. Ornaments of every size, shape and finish were dangling about, and a handsome Christmas tree as tall as the ceiling was nestled in the corner of the drawing room, decorated with live fairies. The moth eaten portions of carpet were covered with magical snow, and the creepy, decapitated heads of the family’s previous house elves wore Father Christmas hats and beards.
He felt happier than he had in a very long time. He wasn’t quite sure exactly why his mood had gone from sullen to jovial in a matter of nothing, but while he was feeling good, he wanted everyone else around him feeling just as good. He even tried to spread the cheer to Buckbeak, who nipped at him irritably when he attempted to hang garlands and redecorate its room with shimmering magical snow.
He insisted everyone sing Christmas carols whenever they felt so inclined. He took to this suggestion himself, singing classic songs as he would work in the kitchen or singing at top volume as he dragged Allie by the wrist to feed Buckbeak.
“Come on kitten, sing with me!— God rest ye merry hippogriffs…”
The only negative the holiday prep was Molly’s insistence on playing Celestina Warbeck’s entire career on a loop— if he had to hear ‘a cauldron full of hot strong love’ one more fucking time…
His saving grace came when the wireless shorted out, leaving Molly to bang the device on the coffee table in an attempt to get it working. Sirius snickered under his breath when he noticed Allie stowing her wand in her pocket, inconspicuous in the corner by herself. He marched up to her and pulled her around the corner, grinning.
“Did you confund Molly’s wireless?”
Allie flushed tomato red, giggling nervously as she fought the guilty smile creeping across her expression.
“I hate Celestina Warbeck.” she whispered
“It’s always the quiet ones you have to watch out for,” said Sirius, winking “But you, Allie Murphy, are a hero. We were all going to lose our minds if we had to listen to another second of that garbage…”
He wrapped an arm around her led her back into the living room, enjoying the sight of Molly still banging her wireless against the coffee table.
“Molly, here— let me help you with the music…”
Thankful to be rid of Celestina’s less than desirable warbles, he put on music through the record player that was received much better by the group. He danced around by himself as he sang along for the first couple minutes, and then pulled Allie into a playful waltz. She blushed as he swung her around the room, laughing as they stepped on each other’s feet. He admired the way her curls splayed out as he spun her around and around, the lamplight illuminating her orange strands.
However, the holiday cheer was quickly squashed Christmas morning when Sirius found Molly sobbing into a hand-knitted sweater. Remus was attempting to console her, but seeming to not have much luck.
“Everything alright…?” he asked slowly
“Percy sent his Christmas sweater back,” Remus said softly, patting Molly on the back gently.
“Oh…” Sirius was at a loss for words. Percy Weasley was the black sheep of their family, a real wanker from all the animosity Arthur had told him about. Sirius wasn’t sure what to do or say in this moment for her— should he tell her that her son is just being a git and that she shouldn’t let it upset her? It was true, but chances were Molly wouldn’t want to hear that, so Sirius felt it best to keep his mouth shut.
Once Molly had calmed down, Christmas day went smoothly. They all had breakfast, and then most of the house ventured out to St. Mungo’s to visit Arthur. Even though the house was quiet for a good chunk of the afternoon, once everyone had returned, the holiday cheer resumed. Sirius slung glasses of eggnog at anyone with an empty hand, wondering where the hell his house elf was instead of serving the eggnog for him. Surely the accursed beast was hiding upstairs, probably crying over his mother’s old bloomers or something of the sort.
Just when he thought Christmas couldn’t get any better, Allie stopped by later in the evening. She entered the house shaking snow out of her mane of curls, and wiping her feet thoroughly on the front rug. In her hands was a small red box, no larger than a snuff box, tied shut with a shimmering gold ribbon.
“Merry Christmas,” Sirius said with a large smile. “What can I get you to drink? Egg nog? Brandy?”
“Eggnog would be lovely,” she said sweetly “Just a small glass, please.”
Small glass, pffffft. It was a holiday. Didn’t she know holidays were for celebrating? He quickly trotted down to the kitchen and poured her a rather large glass of eggnog, then met her with it inside the drawing room. She was observing the Christmas tree as she fidgeted with the red box in her hand, smiling as the fairies left their branches and floated gracefully in circles around her head.
“Your eggnog, madame.”
His phony French accent earned him a giggle, for which he beamed with praise. He liked to think of himself as funny. She accepted the glass, scoffing at the copious amount of eggnog he had poured her— though she didn’t seem upset, nor surprised Sirius had poured her so much.
“Are you trying to get me drunk, Sirius Black?” she asked playfully.
Maybe.
“It’s the holidays,” he smiled mischievously “just trying to spread some cheer.”
She fought a smile as she rolled her eyes. “Here, this is for you.”
She handed him the small red box she had been fidgeting with. He grinned, then drew his wand and summoned a large, poorly wrapped parcel from under the Christmas tree. He caught it with ease under his free arm, praising himself for looking so suave while doing so.
“And this is for you,” He said, giving her the package “open mine first— sorry it looks spotty, I was never much of a gift wrapper...”
She smiled as she set her eggnog down, and then tore off the crinkled wrappings; her face lit up when the parcel was revealed to be a wireless radio.
“I noticed your family didn’t have one when I was sniffing around your house,” Sirius said, scratching the back of his head “I thought you might enjoy one.”
“I can’t believe you got me a wireless, I’ll have to hide this from Shannon— thank you,” Her smile quickly fell, her eyes landing upon the small box in Sirius’s hand. “My gift isn’t near as good…”
“Oh come off it!” he said with a teasing smile “quit your frowning.”
He opened the small box to reveal a small glass ornament. It was a figurine of a dog, much like the breed of his Animagus form, sparkling blue and silver in the lamp light as he turned it back and forth. It was beautiful; just looking at the figurine brought a swell of emotions to the surface. This gift was thought out, planned— this was possibly one of the most meaningful things anyone had ever given to him. He looked up at her; her cheeks were bright red as she shifted on her heels, not meeting his eyes.
“It reminded me of you,” She whispered.
“It’s perfect” he said breathlessly “I love it, it’s beautiful— fantastic”
“I know it’s not much…”
“Hush,” he said playfully “This is my favorite gift I’ve gotten. I love it.”
He was amazed at just how red her face could turn. He was about to pull her into a hug when he noticed a glint of gold around her wrist, distracting him.
“New bracelet?” he asked “It’s lovely.”
“A gift from Jack.” She said softly.
He felt superior to the devilishly handsome bartender in this moment. A wireless was certainly a better— and more functional— gift than a simple gold bangle.
“I won’t be around for New Year’s Eve,” she continued, frowning slightly. “He got us a ski trip in the Alps for the holiday as well…”
The Alps? He’s taking her to the fucking Alps? Any trace of superiority had vanished. He was taking her to the fucking Alps.
“The Alps, eh?” He asked, hiding his irritation with a boyish, toothy smile. He raised a brow and gave her an appraising look “So things must be getting serious between you two, then?”
Color returned to her face as she bit her lip and shrugged. “We’re leaving in the morning— I just found out today.”
“Oh, well, save travels,” he said politely “I’m sure you’ll have a wonderful time.”
There was an awkward pause between them before Allie gestured to the doorway of the drawing room.
“I actually need to pack still, so I should…”
“Oh yes, you should get home to pack,” he said clumsily “Don’t let me keep you— enjoy yourself, safe travels.”
You already said that, you idiot.
“Thank you,” she said with a gentle nod. “Merry Christmas, Sirius.”
She stepped to him and stood on her tip toes, placing a whisper soft kiss on his cheek. She flushed as she stepped away, and Sirius was certain he was just as tomato red as she was. He forced a smile, feeling as clumsy as a 13 year old boy as he spoke hoarsely.
“Merry Christmas, Allie”
He waited until he heard her shut the front door behind her before letting out a frustrated groan. The Alps. He’s taking her to the fucking Alps. His self-loathing was nearly kicking him in the nuts. He had gotten her a stupid wireless radio, and Jack had matched and upped the ante with a goddamn ski trip. Could he be any flashier with his travel plans?
Sirius sunk down on the drawing room couch and took a sip Allie’s left behind eggnog; not strong enough. He flicked his wand and summoned a bottle of rum he had hidden inside the drawing room. He poured a few shots worth into the glass and took another sip; the liquor burned his throat, just like he liked. He sighed heavily and continued to sip on the viscous holiday drink, admiring the canine figurine with a heavy heart, wondering if Allie’s gift to Jack was as thoughtful as hers to him had been.
“Sirius? Uh—would you like to come down for supper? Mrs. Weasley said it was good luck to eat pork, sauerkraut…”
“No, Harry. I’m not hungry.”
Sirius had rung in the New Year with Buckbeak while Harry and the others had enjoyed a small party downstairs. His holiday cheer had disappeared as quickly as Christmas came and gone, so when New Year’s Eve came around, he was in no mood to celebrate.
What was there to look forward to in the New Year anyway? Here in just a few short days, the kids would be going back to school, and the house would be quiet again. With the holidays over, would the other members of the Order be so inclined to continue to drop by? It seemed like Kingsley, Tonks and Remus had dropped by regularly in the week or surrounding Christmas, which was more than they had in the last month, but after the holiday he hadn’t seen any of them. Outside of meetings, Allie was really the only one who came around 12 Grimmauld Place regularly, but even she wasn’t able to come around as often as Sirius had hoped, between her duties for the Order, her family, job, and Jack.
Jack. Handsome, kind— and who seemed to be very well-off— Jack. Was she enjoying her ski trip with him in the Alps? Were they so busy on the ski slopes the entire time that they hardly had any interaction with each other?— Or did they spend most of their time held up in a snowy cabin, making love before a roaring fire? He shook off the thought; the last thing he wanted to imagine right now was her squirming underneath another bloke.
“Uh, Mrs. Weasley said I wasn’t to come back down without you…” Harry said nervously “Please, come down and at least tell her you’re not hungry?”
“Oh, that accursed woman…” Sirius growled as he flung the door open and scowled at Harry. “Is she in a rotten mood?”
“N—no,” Harry said, furrowing his brow and pushing his glasses up “Just very insistent that you have some of dinner for luck.”
“Unless she laced the meat with Felix Felicis, then her ‘luck’ just a load of centaur dung,” he grumbled “come on, let’s not keep her waiting…”
Remus and Tonks had joined them all for New Year’s dinner. Sirius ate his pork, sauerkraut and black eyed peas without protest, and without offering anything to the conversations going on around him. Remus eyed him periodically though out dinner, furrowing his brow every time he took a hearty swig of bourbon to wash down bites. Sirius was waiting for Remus to comment on his drinking— he even had a retort lined up and ready to go— but Remus never said anything. He kept his opinions to himself, only expressing disapproval through facial expressions. Tonks chattered all of their heads off about various subjects before doing her infamous metamorphing nose tricks— despite his sullen mood, Sirius couldn’t deny that a few of noses she shifted between gave him a good laugh.
The next few days seemed to float on by. Sirius wondered when Allie would return from her trip— or was she back already? She had simply just said she wouldn’t be around for New Year’s, but that was now days ago, and in his surprised to hear of her trip, he didn’t ask her when she was due to return. He hoped soon— the kids were going back to school in two days now, and he was immensely dreading the deafening quiet that would overtake the house.
It was only lunch time, but he had broken out a bottle of bourbon already, taking comfort in the burning sensation as he sipped the amber liquid. Molly was fixing lunch and giving him a periodic side-eye, but he didn’t care. Judgement over his drinking was easier dealt with if he were buzzed, anyway.
A flash of emerald green flames whooshed in the kitchen fireplace, and out stepped Severus Snape— the sight his hook nose and greasy black hair irritated Sirius for no good reason. It was more so just irritating that he existed, as James used to say.
“Hello, Severus,” Molly said politely, wiping her hands on her apron. “What can we do for you?”
“I need to speak with Potter,” Snape said, holding up a scroll of parchment. “I have a message from Dumbledore I need to relay to him—“ Snape turned his attention towards Sirius. “—Alone.”
“Certainly, I’ll fetch him” said Molly.
She trotted up the basement kitchen stairs and out of sight. Once she was gone, Sirius turned his attention to the sallow skin wizard before him.
“I’m not comfortable with you talking to my godson alone,” Sirius said contemptuously “I’ll gladly stay in the room for this conversation, as a proper chaperone.”
“I have orders from Dumbledore,” Snape said, scowling. “Don’t you have better things to do with your time than eavesdrop on conversations you’re not welcome in? Oh, that’s right; you have plenty of time on your hands, don’t you?”
Sirius gritted his teeth, preparing a retort when Snape slapped a letter in front of him. He read through quickly, and then threw the letter back in front of him with a huff.
“Dumbledore wants you to teach Harry Occlumency,” He said stiffly. “He thinks Voldemort is able to see into his mind? And vice versa?”
Before Snape could answer him, Harry entered the kitchen, looking between him and Snape questioningly.
“Sit down, Potter” said Snape coolly
“You know,” Sirius interrupted loudly, leaning back on the rear legs of his chair as he stared at the ceiling “I think I’d prefer it if you didn’t give orders here, Snape. It’s my house, after all.”
Snape flushed irritably, ignoring Sirius “I was supposed to see you alone, Potter, but Black here—“
“I’m his godfather!” said Sirius, louder than ever.
“I’m here on Dumbledore’s orders,” Snape said softly “But by all means, Black, stay. I know you like to feel… involved.”
It was Sirius’s turn to flush. He slammed his chair back down onto all fours, and remained silent, shooting daggers at Snape as he informed Harry that he would be studying Occlumency with him this term.
“Why can’t Dumbledore teach Harry?” Sirius grumbled “Why you?”
“I’m sure this is just the Headmaster delegating less than desirable tasks,” Snape sneered “Trust me, I did not beg for the job,” Snape got to his feet and turned to leave through the fireplace “I will expect you 6:00 on Monday evening, in my office.”
“Wait a moment!” Sirius snapped
“I am in a bit of a hurry, Black,” Snape sneered, turning back “Unlike you, I do not have unlimited leisure time.”
“I’ll be quick, then,” Sirius stood up and placed his palms on the table, leaning forward and narrowing his eyes at Snape. “If I hear you’re using these lessons to give Harry a hard time, you’ll have me to answer to.”
“How touching— but surely you’ve noticed that Potter is very much like his father?”
“Why, yes I have!” Sirius said proudly “He is very much like James.”
“Well, then you’ll know he’s so arrogant that criticism simply bounces right off of him.”
Sirius pulled out his wand and squared up to Snape, who mirrored this motion. Sirius began breathing heavily, adrenaline coursing through him at the hatred he felt for Severus Snape. How dare he, how dare he speak of James— or Harry— in that way.
“Sirius...” Harry said nervously.
Sirius ignored him, his eyes piercing into Snape’s with fury.
“I’ve warned you, Snivellus,” Sirius said, narrowing his eyes. “I don’t care if Dumbledore thinks you’re reformed— I know better.”
“Oh, then why don’t you tell him so? Or are you afraid he won’t take the advice of a man who’s been hiding inside his mother’s house for the last 6 months very seriously? A man who is afraid to leave his hidey-hole?”
“Are you calling me a coward?” Sirius snapped
“Why, yes— yes I am”
Sirius raised his wand; how he was going to enjoy hexing the shit out of this greasy haired, hooked nose…
“No, Stop!” Harry cried, jumping in between them.
“Harry, get back!” Sirius growled.
Harry didn’t budge. Sirius remained firmly planted in his spot with his wand raised, ready to shove his godson aside when the kitchen door opened, and in emerged the entire Weasley family and Hermione— Arthur included.
“Cured!” Arthur announced brightly “Completely cured!”
The group’s faces fell when they saw Snape and Sirius with wands pointed at each other’s throat and Harry in between the two men, holding them apart. Arthur stepped forward, exasperated.
“Merlin’s beard— what’s going on here?”
Snape pocketed his wand and made a swift exit back through the fireplace. Sirius pocked his wand and forced a smile.
“Nothing, Arthur— just a friendly little chat between two old school friends.” Sirius clasped his hands together “So you’re cured, how wonderful— really wonderful.”
Sirius passed by the group to exit the kitchen, but not without giving Arthur a firm handshake and patting him on the back. He made his way upstairs and into his bedroom, shutting the door before letting out a frustrated grunt. He began grabbing at objects on his book shelf and hurling them at the adjacent wall— a sneakoscope, a magnifying glass, a few books— whatever he could get his hands on. He picked up the sparkling dog figurine next, drawing his arm back but stopping in mid-stance. He instead brought the figurine in front of his face, admiring its beauty as the glass shifted from cobalt blue to shimmering silver in the dim lamplight. He frowned and sunk down onto the floor, leaning his back against the bookshelf. He was angry at the words Snape had spoken to him— he wasn’t a coward, was he? His orders from Dumbledore were to stay inside the house; he was just doing what was asked of him. Did the other members of the Order think him a coward for staying inside, not doing his part for guarding the unnamed item Voldemort sought after? Did Allie think him a coward?
He clutched the canine figurine tightly in his hand, taking deep, steadying breaths. Didn’t Snape realize he would stick his neck out for the Order in a heartbeat? Did the others realize that? Maybe they did, maybe they didn’t— but in this moment, sulking alone on his bedroom floor, he had never felt more useless in his entire life.
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