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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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After he had destroyed nearly half his bedroom and sulked in his piled of broken trinkets for an entire day, Sirius noticed something that may make him useful. A mirror that he had thrown and broken off a shard seemed to be reflecting his entire face as he looked upon it— in the mostly whole piece, as well as the shard.
An idea struck him as he examined the two pieces. He was concerned about Harry not being able to communicate with him due to Umbridge’s tight security on Hogwarts, but what if he could use the shard of this mirror to alert Sirius if he needed something? Surely the mirror couldn’t be used for conversing back and forth, but if his godson gave any sign of need, he would floo, apparate to hogsmeade or fly by broomstick to the castle. Hell, he would trot on up the marble stairs to the grand castle’s entrance as Snuffles if he had to. He would not sit back in his hidey-hole (as Snape had called it); he was not a coward. If his godson needed him, he would be there, no matter the risk to himself.
He wrapped the shard as best he could with thick wrapping parchment, and headed down the stairs. The children were gathering in the foyer with their pets and school trunks, ready to set out for Kings Cross.
“Harry,” Sirius said, clearing his throat slightly “A word?”
Harry excused himself from his conversation with Fred and George and stepped into the drawing room with Sirius.
“What’s up?” Harry asked, lowering his voice.
“I wanted to give you something before you went back to school,” Sirius said, handing him the badly wrapped shard of mirror “Don’t open it now— wait until you are alone in the dormitory, but use this if you need me for anything.”
“Alright,” Harry said slowly, examining the oddly shaped object “Thanks.”
Harry and Sirius reemerged into the foyer, where Molly was corralling all the children together. (“Alright, everyone have everything? Ginny— all packed? How about you, Ron?”) Sirius watched with a faint smile as Harry stored the shard in his trunk, and then turned back to him.
“I’ll see you… soon?” Harry said awkwardly.
“Yes, soon” Sirius pulled him into a hug, feeling a paternal sense of caring for Harry in this moment. “Give ‘em hell, kid. James and I certainly wouldn’t’ve laid down for an old bag like Umbridge.”
He watched with a heavy heart as the kids all filed out of the front door and out to the car. He hoped nothing bad would come to Harry, but he did hope that he would at least need something soon— even if it were just to say hello.
He heard the front door latch click shut as he sat over a bowl of oatmeal and a cup of tea. He drew his wand, but then pocketed it once he heard the familiar pitter-pattering footsteps coming down the basement stairs— Allie.
She looked beautiful as ever; her cheeks were rosy, not from flush, but from the nipping January air outside. Her curls were bouncy, lively, springing with her soft footsteps.
“And she’s back,” Sirius said, watching her closely as she settled at the table next to him. She was carrying many neatly wrapped parcels of varying size and color; she set the boxes down in front of her, smiling bashfully at Sirius. “How was skiing off a large mountain?— tea?”
She nodded; He flicked his wand, magicking the tea kettle to pour her a piping hot mug of earl grey tea. The tea mug floated over and settled itself in front of Allie. She flushed; Sirius internally cheered for flawlessly executing his little display. Yep, still got it. Sirius Black’s still got it.
“The mountains were lovely, thank you,” she smiled slightly as she slid a parcel to Sirius “A souvenir, for you— open it.”
He did so, unveiling a large snow globe depicting a small Swiss village with a vast mountain range behind. The base of the snow globe read ‘Zermatt, Switzerland.’ It was beautiful— he imagined the sight in person had been better. He looked up to see Allie squirming in her seat, turning even redder than she was.
“I thought if you were feeling closed in, looking at this might make you feel better. You could imagine you were in this village rather than here.”
He smiled toothily, about to thank her when the kitchen door burst open, and Remus came striding in. Way to ruin the moment, Moony. He was carrying a rolled up newspaper, his face etched with worry. His expression softened when he saw Allie sitting at the table as well.
“Oh, Allie— welcome back!” Remus said, taking a seat across from them “How was your trip?”
“Lovely, thank you,” She said, handing him one of her parcels “For you,”
He tore the wrappings off his parcel, revealing a set of Swiss chocolates, all with artisanal fillings and garnishes. “I do love my chocolate— thank you; this was very thoughtful of you.”
“You’re welcome.” She whispered, smiling.
“Well, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I’m going to assume neither of you have seen the paper?” Remus said, sighing heavily.
“No, not this morning,” Sirius said, furrowing his brow “What’s in the paper?”
Remus unrolled the newspaper he was carrying and slapped it onto the table. The front page of the Daily Prophet featured ten pictures of witches and wizards, all dressed in black and white striped robes, and the photographs labeled with Azkaban prison numbers. The headline was large, bold, and to the point.
MASS BREAKOUT FROM AZKABAN.
Allie’s face drained of all flush, turning white as a sheet at the sight of the newspaper’s headline.
“Fudge thinks it’s you rallying your old friends, Padfoot” said Remus.
Sirius yanked the newspaper off the table, his eyes darting back and forth as he read aloud.
“The Ministry of Magic announced late last night that there has been a mass breakout from Azkaban. Speaking to reporters in his private office, Cornelius Fudge, Minister for Magic, confirmed that ten high-security prisoners escaped in the early hours of yesterday evening and that he has already informed the Muggle Prime Minister of the dangerous nature of these individuals.”
Allie let out a small squeak, but Sirius kept on reading.
“’We find ourselves, most unfortunately, in the same position we were two and a half years ago when the murderer Sirius Black escaped,’ said Fudge last night. ‘Nor do we think the two breakouts are unrelated. An escape of this magnitude suggests outside help, and we must remember that Black, as the first person ever to break out of Azkaban, would be ideally placed to help others follow in his footsteps. We think it likely that these individuals, who include Black’s cousin, Bellatrix Lestrange, have rallied around Black as their leader— Oh, what a load of centaur shit!”
Sirius rolled his eyes and huffed irritably before finishing the paragraph.
“We are, however, doing all we can to round up the criminals, and we beg the magical community to remain alert and cautious. On no account should any of these individuals be approached.— Naturally Fudge would use me as an excuse, rather than admit that Voldemort is truly back!”
Sirius mumbled a few expletives as he slapped the Daily Prophet back down in front of them. Allie stared at the newspaper in silence, white faced and tight lipped.
“Allie?” Remus asked slowly “Are you all right?”
“Oh,” she squeaked, jerking her head up. “Oh, uhm yes— I… I need to get to work. These are for the others— please see to it that they get them?”
She gestured to the few wrapped parcels she left on the table as she sprinted out of the kitchen. Sirius and Remus watched her curiously— something about her behavior after reading the newspaper was odd.
“What do you think that was about?” Remus asked “Think she was in the same cell block as any of the female escapees?”
“I’m not sure…” Sirius said, still staring at the kitchen door.
He realized she hadn’t talked much about her time in Azkaban after she was whisked away from his cell. He didn’t know what cell block she had been in, or which inmates she had run into. Maybe it was just simply the fact that the escapees were all Voldemort’s most loyal Death Eaters, and this escape would compromise things for the Order. He shrugged, and then reached over to snatch a chocolate out of Remus’s gift box.
“No, this is my artisanal chocolate!” Remus said childishly, pulling his box of Swiss chocolates away from Sirius.
“Don’t be a prat, Moony, give me some chocolate!”
He couldn’t sleep. He rolled over and looked at his clock— 10:47. He sighed; he had laid down at 9 simply out of boredom, but hadn’t been able to drift off to sleep.
The kids had been gone now for a couple days, and the house was quiet. He hadn’t seen a peep of Kreacher either, although the random creaks he had heard in the middle of the night suggested he may be roaming the attic. He hadn’t seen Allie since news of the mass breakout had hit the papers— why did she behave so oddly at the news? That was a few days ago; usually she would stop by headquarters at least every other day, even if only for a few minutes.
Boredom was nipping at Sirius, clawing its way from the inside out. He had been so thrilled to have company over the holidays that now, in the quiet, dusty house, the silence was deafening. He needed some entertainment, some fresh air. He hadn’t craved to get the hell out of the house this bad in a while. Maybe if he just took a quick stroll by the Leaky Cauldron, he would be able to see if she could sneak him a pint. Maybe she could sneak him into a room upstairs, and he’d stay all night, drinking and eating. At least it would be something different that sitting around this dank old house.
He stood; he knew he shouldn’t be doing this, but he was going mad in here. Consequences rung in the back of his mind, knowing what would happen to him if he got caught, yet his legs took him down the stairs, and out the front door. It was dark out; he could blend in with his surroundings quite well at this time of night. He transformed into the shaggy black dog on the front step of the house, and then took off trotting down the sidewalk, making his way toward Diagon Alley.
Diagon alley was not very busy, as it was a night though the week and most witches and wizards would most likely be in bed at this hour. He trotted a few paces behind a couple wizards who already seemed drunk, making their way to the Leaky Cauldron. Sirius slipped in the door after them, taking in the sight of the half-filled pub with people noisily eating and drinking. He wished he could transform back into a human, kick back with a beer and enjoy himself. Alas, he would need to remain in his canine form— he had passed three separate wanted posters with his face brandished across them on his journey here. He was the most infamous murderer in the wizarding world— ironic, as he had never killed anybody before.
He sat, scanning the bar; He recognized the bartender as Jack, looking handsomer than Sirius remembered him. The sight of his chiseled jaw line irritated him; did he really need to be so goddamn good looking?
After a moment of watching Jack contemptuously, he saw Allie emerge from the kitchen with a tray of soup bowls, her fire-y curls bouncing as she walked over to a table to deliver the food. Her apron cinched her small waist, putting emphasis on her hourglass figure. Merlin, she was lovely.
He trotted over to the edge of the bar, hoping to catch Allie’s attention next time she walked by.
“Well hey there, fella” Jack said, stepping around to look at Sirius “How’d you get in here?”
Sirius instantly regretted his decision to come out tonight— he was hoping Allie would’ve been the only one to have noticed him.
“Allie!” Jack called, waving Allie over. She obliged, but once she saw Sirius, the color drained from her face. “Isn’t this the stray you had found months ago? He looks familiar…”
Allie opened and closed her mouth a few times, looking at Sirius bewildered before speaking “Uhm, no— I don’t think so…”
“Ah, I thought it might be that same dog. I don’t know how he got in here, but we can’t have a dog inside the pub, both Tom and your mum would flip.”
Sirius recognized the name Tom— back when he, James, Remus and Peter used to come to the Leaky Cauldron for beers regularly, Tom had been the bartender always on staff. He partly wished the old wizard would’ve been working tonight; it would’ve been a blast from the past.
“I’ll take him out the back, send him on his way,” She said softly, “Come here, boy— follow me.”
Sirius trotted after her, through the kitchen and out to a very small, smelly, secluded area behind the Leaky Cauldron’s dumpster. Once they were alone, Allie turned to him, scowling.
“What are you doing here?” she said harshly, just above a whisper.
Sirius transformed back into himself, scratching the back of his head sheepishly “Oh, you know, just out stretching my legs…”
“Stretching your legs?” She said incredulously “You need to go home.”
“Oh come on, where’s your sense of adventure?”
Sirius flashed a mischievous smile. Allie looked unamused. He frowned, letting out a huff “I got bored, and I couldn’t sleep…”
“Please go home,” She pleaded quietly “Please, Sirius, if someone sees you—“ she stopped, taking a shaking breath “Please—“
“Allie? You still out here?”
It was Jack, calling from the restaurant’s back door.
“Quick!” Allie hissed barely above a whisper “transform!”
Sirius was a dog again at the blink of an eye. Jack stepped around the dumpster, looking at her earnestly.
“Its cold out here— everything ok?” He looked down at Sirius, raising a brow “You know, I could swear this was the same dog…”
“It’s not,” Allie said quickly “Yes, I’m fine— back inside?”
Jack kissed her forehead and wrapped his arm around her waist as he led her back inside. As she was stepping though the doorway, she snuck a glance back at Sirius ever so quickly before stepping back inside.
Sirius let out a low, irritated growl as he turned and began trotting away, back in the direction of 12 Grimmauld place.
He had hardly slept a wink before the sun came through the window on his bedroom, informing him of daybreak. He was unable to get Allie out of his mind, the thought of her and their brief conversation replaying in his head. He lay in bed wondering if she stayed with Jack last night, allowing him to provide her with stress relief and relaxation before she curled up in his arms to sleep. Did she stay with him often? Did she enjoy Jack’s touch as much as she had enjoyed his those few years ago?
His morning wood would not go away. His cock grew harder and harder the more he thought of her, wondering if she tasted as sweet as he imagined. He wanted to kiss her from her breasts down to her mound, and flick his tongue over her little nub to elicit soft whimpers from her until she came apart for him.
His cock ached; he needed relief. He hadn’t touched a woman since Allie, his two year stint of celibacy seemingly more difficult this morning than the 12 year previous. He hopped out of bed and slipped into the bathroom, turning the shower on full heat. The hot water turned his skin pink, but he didn’t mind. He had partially hoped the water would soothe his erection, but alas, it did not. His cock strained to be touched, strained for release.
He took a glob of conditioner in his palm and wrapped a hand around himself. He began to stroke, imagining that instead of his own large grip that it was her small, delicate palm stroking him gently, antagonizing him. A soft moan escaped him as he leaned against the shower wall, now imagining parting her lips with his head, then sinking into her tight, wet cunt.

“Allie.” He growled just above a whisper. He pumped his hand harder, faster, wishing to have a fistful of that wild, curly hair as he pounded her from behind. He craved to hear her sweet whimpers, to hear her chanting his name so whisper soft as he fucked her.
Sirius...Sirius...Sirius...

His balls tightened, he released onto the shower floor with a guttural groan. He finished his mental fantasy by imaging Allie’s gentle touch running up his chest as she peppered his skin with quick kisses. What he wouldn’t do to have that right here, right now. He craved an intimate touch, to hold her and to be held by her; to run his hands through her thick, voluminous curls as she listened to his heartbeat and drew patterns on his chest.

Was she listening to Jack’s heartbeat right now? Was she running her gentle hands up Jack’s chest right now? Was she peppering his skin with her sweet kisses, chanting his name in his ear as he made love to her, right now?

The thought made his blood boil. He didn’t want handsome Jack touching her, pleasuring her. He remembered his handsome, smug face when he wrapped his arm around her to lead her back inside, as if she were his. She is his, you git. She’s his girlfriend, not yours.
He grabbed a bar of soap and began rubbing it all over, vigorously scrubbing and taking his irritation out on his skin. After he scrubbed himself raw in the shower, he dressed in a pair of faded jeans and an old t-shirt, and made his way to the kitchen for a much needed glass of scotch. Sure, it was early, but what the hell else was he supposed to do with his day?
He walked into the kitchen, jumping slightly at Allie sitting at the kitchen table alone, her arms folded on the table in front of her.
“You could’ve been seen last night.” She said softly
“Well hello to you too.” Sirius said contemptuously. “Good morning, Sirius, how are you? Oh, I’m just peachy, kitten, how are you?...” he added mockingly.
“What were you thinking?—!” she hissed, interrupting his sardonic monologue “What if you had been caught? Do you want to go back to Azkaban?”
“No different than being here,” he shrugged
“Yes it is, you know very well it’s different.” she whispered, her tone laced with venom and frustration.
He poured himself a glass of scotch; why was he being so cold to her? He had just jerked himself over thinking of her not fifteen minutes before. Was it because he was certain Jack had his hands all over her this morning before she had arrived here? Was it because she came here to scold him like a child for leaving the house? They were silent for a moment before she spoke again.
“I have something for you— and not because you snuck out last night— I was going to give this to you anyway.”
“What’s that?” he asked curiously, turning back to look at her.
She held up a small plastic bag with a few hairs inside, and a small vial of a thick looking potion. “A few strands of Jack’s hair, and enough polyjuice for one hour— I thought you might fancy a walk.”
Sirius grinned, wide and toothy. His brooding demeanor instantly flipped, feeling a twinge of excitement in his core. He set his scotch down and clapped his hands together.
“Now that is what I’m talking about!”
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