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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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His stomach stirred, his skin bubbled— he watched in the small, dingy mirror that hung on the wall next to the pantry as his features shifted from his to Jack’s. He grew three inches in height, his shoulders and jaw shifted to appear squarer, and his hair shortened significantly. He reached up and touched his face, then looked down at his hands.
“Wicked,” Sirius said with a slight chuckle. “I even sound like the bloke.”
“Come on,” Allie giggled, placing a delicate hand on his shoulder “We’re on borrowed time.”
They pulled on thick traveling cloaks and stepped outside onto the front stoop; the air was biting cold— not a pleasurable temperature for a leisurely walk, but he wasn’t going to complain. Allie took his hand and initiated apparition. After having all the air squeezed out of him, Sirius felt his feet hit the cobblestone road of Diagon Alley.
“We need to stay away from the Leaky Cauldron;” Allie said softly, “Jack is working today.”
“I take it you didn’t tell him you plucked a few of his hairs so you could take an alleged mass murderer for a walk?” Sirius asked with a wry smile.
Allie flushed scarlet, but kept moving, leading him further into the heart of Diagon Alley.
“Where’d you get the polyjuice?” he asked, “you don’t seem like the type to keep such potions in your cabinet.”
She smiled bashfully “Moody.”
“And I take it he also doesn’t know you siphoned off a bit from his stash?”
Sirius didn’t think Allie could turn any redder; however, she flushed even harder. She shrugged, chewing on the bottom of her lip and fighting a wider smile.
“Would you like Florean Fortescue’s?” She asked “Oddly, I crave ice cream when it’s cold out.”
“I haven’t had Florean Fortescue’s in…” Sirius stopped. 14 years. Really, he hadn’t done much of anything in 14 years. It sounded sadder in his head today than it normally did. Surely he was aware he spent 14 years behind bars, but standing here in the middle of Diagon Alley with the wind whipping a face not of his own, all of what he’d been missing hit him at once.
“Sirius,” Allie whispered, her gentle hand snaking up his arm to his shoulder. “You alright?”
“Yeah, kitten, I’m fine,” he said, forcing a smile “Yes, let’s get some ice cream.”
Treacle Toffee, Butterscotch, Clotted Cream, Chocolate chili— so many flavors, how was one supposed to choose just one? Sirius sampled each and every flavor Mr. Fortescue had, and then again when he still couldn’t decide.
“Which one are you getting, kitten?” Sirius asked, his eyes wide with excitement, like a child experiencing dessert for the first time. “I can’t choose.”
“Earl Grey and Lavender,” she said with a giggle “It’s my favorite.”
“Alright alright, I’ll have the same.”
They walked up and down the street, shivering and eating their ice cream as witches and wizards gave them strange looks. Sirius didn’t care, let them stare; for the next forty-five minutes, he was a free man— free to eat his ice cream outside in the frigid cold if he so damn pleased.
“So, you seemed a little upset the other day,” Sirius started, casually “at the news of the mass breakouts from Azkaban.”
“Oh—“Allie flushed “I, uhm—“
“Allison? Merlin, you and your ice cream habits— it’s freezing out here...”
Allie gasped as she and Sirius spun around. Colleen Murphy, Allie’s mother, was standing by them holding a few bags from Madam Malkin’s.
“Jack, lovely to see you— I thought I had scheduled you to work today…?”
“Lunch break.” Sirius said immediately. His palms started sweating; hopefully Colleen wouldn’t ask him anything that would make him blow his cover.
“Mum, I thought you had today off?” Allie asked, her cheeks flushing.
“Yes, I do, but Rory sent an owl that his school trousers are already too short,” Colleen sighed heavily “I picked him up another few pairs from Madam Malkin’s— 3 galleons! Her prices are outrageous…”
“Are you stopping by work while you’re here?” Allie asked nervously.
“No, I’m staying far away from the Leaky Cauldron today— it’s my day off and I know if I go anywhere near that place, I will start doing work,” Colleen said, waving her hands as she spoke “I’ll let you two get back to your ice cream— Jack, you must come by for dinner Saturday night, I’m making pot roast.”
His heart pounded; “I wouldn’t miss it.” Sirius said, praising himself for keeping his voice straight.
Once Colleen was out of ear shot, Allie let out a deep exhale.
“That was…”
“Terrifying, but kind of fun,” Sirius laughed uneasily “come on— I want to hit the joke shop.”
Gambol and Japes joke shop wasn’t ever as good as Zonko’s in Hogsmeade, but at least had some interesting products. He spent their time in the shop showing Allie all his old favorite items that he would prank Remus, Peter and James with during their days as students. Her giggles in response to his stories fed his ego tremendously— he felt like the charismatic 21-year-old version of himself, before his friends were betrayed and slain, before he were sentenced to life in prison without a proper trial.
He wasn’t sure if it were the sheer fact that he was outside the dingy walls of 12 Grimmauld place, but the world was different than he ever remembered it being when he was with Allie. When he thought about it, he might’ve experienced similar feelings when she was around, but today he noticed a difference more than he ever had. The air felt lighter, colors seemed more vibrant when she was around, and something about the way she would look into his eyes or gently brush against him made his stomach somersault. He felt more alive in her presence than he had in a very very long time.
“Sirius, we need to get back—“ she said suddenly, looking at her watch “I lost track of time, we’ve only got a couple minutes.”
Now that she mentioned it, his skin did feel a little tingly. He looked down at his hands and saw the skin on the back of his hands start to bubble, as it had just moments after he drank the potion. He grabbed her and pulled her into a shadowy space between two shops, this time he initiating the apparition. When their feet hit the sidewalk in front of 12 Grimmauld place, Allie let out a strained hiss. Material from her traveling cloak as well as the first few layers of skin off her shoulder were missing. His heart dropped to his feet.
“Oh shit… I— I splinched you— damn it! I spinched—“
“I’m fine!” she said quickly. “Inside, quickly!”
They bustled inside, Sirius immediately removing her travelling cloak and examined her shoulder. It looked to be indeed just skin that was splinched, albeit her shoulder now was red and raw, but it could’ve been much much worse.
“Does it hurt?” he asked breathlessly.
“A little” she whispered.
“Shit, Allie, I am so sorry—“guilt was nipping at him; he couldn’t believe he actually splinched her. He’d never even splinched himself. “I think I have some dittany in the kitchen cupboard.”
They descended into the basement kitchen, Sirius throwing open the cupboards in a mad dash for a vial of dittany. He found an almost empty vial, but it looked to be enough to heal her shoulder.
“This might sting.” he said
The wound sizzled the moment the liquid hit her skin. She let out a squeak of pain; Sirius muttered apologies over and over, feeling terrible for being the one to have hurt her. New, fresh skin stretched and grew across the raw patch, however still pink, and needing to heal over time.
“You look like you again.” she said weakly
“I hope that doesn’t disappoint.” He chuckled softly
“Never.”
She had whispered so softly Sirius wasn’t sure if she had actually said anything or not. He tossed the empty vial into the nearby waste basket, and then turned back to her.
“How about a nice cup of tea to warm us? I don’t know about you, but I’m half frozen.”
She nodded, mustering up a smile.
“Please.”
“Broderick Bode was killed, by a clipping of Devil’s Snare,” Arthur said “It had to be a Death Eater who smuggled it in— from what I’ve heard, he’s showed signs of being placed under the imperius curse.”
“So it sounds like the Death Eaters are doing just about anything they can to get inside the Department of Mysteries.” Tonks said
“Constant vigilance,” Moody growled “they are getting antsier to get the weapon—“
Breakfast ended up turning into an Order meeting, which Sirius didn’t mind. He liked having the meetings here at the house, it made him feel involved. He immediately cursed himself as that thought went through his head— Snape had been right that day, he did indeed like to feel involved.
Much more than news about the death of Unspeakable Broderick Bode, there wasn’t much news to report. The rest of the meeting was mostly confirming patrol schedules; Molly had made a fit about someone switching Arthur his patrol for the evening, as it was Valentine’s Day and she ‘something’ planned. Sirius was glad she didn’t allude to exactly what this ‘something’ was, but by the way Arthur’s face flushed, he knew exactly what she had meant.
“I’ll switch you, Arthur;” Tonks piped up “It’s not like I have any plans for this evening.”
Sirius couldn’t help but notice a slight glance she shot Remus across the table, as well as a complete avoidance of her eyes from him. He thought this curious for a split second, until a photograph forced into his hand broke his attention.
“Look, Sirius— remember taking this photograph?” Emmaline Vance said, pointing to a group of people in front of a large Christmas tree. “Christmas 1980, if I am remembering correctly…”
Sirius studied the faces in the photograph; indeed, he believed Emmaline was correct in the date. He smiled at the faces of Benjy Fenwick, Caradoc Dearborn and Edgar Bones— three blokes he missed tremendously. Dumbledore was dressed in brilliant Christmas green robes, his eyes twinkling out through the photograph as if he was standing before him. Remus was in the back of the photograph, nearly a whole head taller than the rest of the group. Sirius found his 21 year-old self, standing next to James and Lily, smiling easily at the camera. His stomach rolled at the sight of Peter standing next to Lily— traitor. He felt the strong desire to scratch the filth’s face out of the photo with a butter knife, but refrained.
“Here kitten, get a load of this—“ Sirius said, handing Allie the photograph “Before Remus went gray.”
“Thanks Padfoot,” Remus said sarcastically, self-consciously running a hand through his silver-streaked hair.
“It makes you look distinguished, Remus,” Tonks said with an easy smile. “Ignore him.”
Sirius watched as Allie studied the photograph curiously. After a minute, the corners of her mouth curled up, and she began giggling under her breath.
“What’s got you in a fit?” Sirius asked curiously.
“I’m just wondering what happened…” Allie said softly, stifling more giggles.
“What do you mean?”
The widest, wriest smile spread across her face as she looked up at him “You used to be so handsome— what happened?”
It took Sirius a few seconds to register what she had said. Him as well as half the table burst out laughing.
“Damn!” Tonks cried through laughter “Mute Murphy’s got jokes!”
“That’s not true!” Sirius protested playfully “You know I am still just as handsome— admit it!”
Allie flushed red through her laughter, giving him a slight nod. Sirius grinned wide.
“That’s right,” Sirius said, smirking and winking at her overtop of his coffee mug “Don’t you forget it.”
“So, Allie—“ Tonks asked as the table’s laughter died down “what are your Valentine ’s Day plans?” She leaned forward, raising an eyebrow “a hot date with that strapping boyfriend of yours?”
Sirius’s mood was squashed at the mention of Jack. He cleared his throat and shifted, attempting to hide his jealousy. “You’ve met Jack?” he asked.
“Yeah, I frequent the Leaky Cauldron,” Tonks said “He makes the best Bloody Mary.”
“Yeah, kitten, what are your Valentine’s plans this evening?” he asked, attempting to sound casual, but his sentence came out awkward, clumsy.
Allie flushed deeply “Oh— we just have dinner reservations.” She said softly.
“Where at? Somewhere fancy?” Tonks pressed.
“The Pearl.” She replied, just above a whisper.
“The Pearl? That fancy muggle seafood place?” Tonks leaned back, grinning wide “Damn, that bloke must really like you to spend that kind of money on dinner.”
Sirius seethed on the inside. “The Pearl? Is that a new joint?”
“It opened a couple years ago— very fancy, very uppity; known for their oysters.” Tonks said “So, tell me how a bartender affords dinner at The Pearl?”
“His grandfather helped invent the Cleansweeps 3 and 4,” she said, flushing even deeper. “He has an inheritance.”
Sirius tuned out the rest of the conversation; he didn’t need to hear any more. He turned his attention to Mundungus, speaking to Emmaline Vance over some silver tea kettles he ‘found’ the previous week. He didn’t particularly care about whatever Mundungus had pilfered this time, but at least if he seemed interested in the tea kettles, it would drown out the chatter of expensive oysters and fine champagne.
“Now, Dung—“ Sirius interjected “Where exactly did you acquire these fancy kettles?”
Remus and bottle of Ogden’s Old firewhisky had been Sirius’s valentines that evening. He and Remus drank nearly the whole bottle in the drawing room; Sirius drinking to ignore visions of Jack and Allie slurping oysters and eating chocolate covered strawberries, and Remus drinking to ignore something he wouldn’t share, but based on his expression, something had been getting him down. Both men had crawled off to their beds very early that night, Sirius passing out the moment his head hit the pillow.
A knock at the door made Sirius wake abruptly. He rubbed his eyes and looked over at the clock; 11:45. He grumbled swear words under his breath irritably as he rolled out of bed and stomped over to the door.
“I swear, Moony, someone better be dying—” He opened the door just a crack, sticking his head into the hallway. He was caught off guard when it was not the lanky werewolf standing in the middle of the dim hallway, but Allie instead. “—Allie?”

“I’m sorry; I know it’s late...”

“No, it’s alright, kitten” He rasped “come in”

He was suddenly self-conscious of standing before her shirtless and in raggedy sweatpants, for she looked absolutely radiant. Her sage green dress floated over her figure gracefully, her wild hair was knotted back in a neat chignon. Sirius lit the oil lamps with a flick of his wand; the soft glow of flames illuminating her face with a golden cast. He watched as she began to wander around the room, observing the various posters of bikini clad women posing with motorbikes and muscle cars.

“Everything alright?” he asked slowly

“Mhmm” she hummed

“Didn’t you have dinner with Jack tonight? At that fancy seafood place?”
“I did.”
Her sweet voice was whisper soft and barely audible. He shifted his weight as he ran his fingers through his tangled, wavy hair. They stood in silence for a few minutes as Sirius watched Allie pace around his room, running her fingers along his dressers and bookshelves as she observed his collection of trinkets. She was studying his room as if she was in a museum, glancing at ancient artifacts. There seemed to be something on her mind; it was odd that she would show up at this time of night just to observe his belongings.

“You look so— so lovely, this evening.” He said clumsily.
Smooth, Casanova…
She turned to him, her vibrant green eyes flickering at him with odd curiosity. She stepped over to him and placed her hands gingerly on his bare chest, standing on her tiptoes and pressing her lips to his.
Fireworks!
His senses were stimulated with every aspect of her; her lip balm tasted like vanilla, her perfume smelled like fresh violet florals and jasmine. His hands found her waist, his mind raced as they kissed— he wanted nothing more than to lay her down on his bed and kiss every inch of her beautifully freckled flesh, but— but…

“Allie—“ he broke the kiss suddenly “what is—?”

“Jack asked me to marry him” she whispered, interrupting.

“Oh—“ Sirius stepped back and grasped his hair, his brow furrowing in confusion “what did you say?”

“I didn’t give him an answer yet...”

Sirius blinked at her vacantly. “You didn’t say yes…?” he asked slowly
She opened and closed her mouth a couple time before flushing her signature tomato red. “…Should I have?”
Sirius didn’t quite understand what she was getting at. He didn’t understand why she hadn’t given him an answer, or why she had come here instead of giving him an answer. In his mind, it was a simple question that required a simple yes or no answer.
After a moment of him staring, she shrunk away from him, wrapping herself in her arms and looking down at her feet.

“I shouldn’t have come, I’m sorry—“

She turned and bolted, and bustling through the door quicker than Sirius had ever seen her move.

“Allie!”

He chased her down the hall, she scrambling fast down the stairs, blowing past all the groaning and jeering portraits. He didn’t mean to upset her, and he certainly did not want her to go.

“Allie, wait!” He shouted

“FILTH! VIAL HUMANS AND BLOOD TRAITORS!”

The portrait of Mrs. Black screamed at top volume as Sirius bumbled after Allie. Remus emerged from his bedroom, looking startled out of a deep sleep as he followed Sirius down the few flights of stairs.

“Allie stop— please!”

Allie flung the front door open, running out onto the lawn as Sirius reached the front door way.

“ALLIE!”

She disapparated with a loud crack, leaving Sirius staring dumbfounded at the spot that she had disappeared from.

“HALF-BREEDS, MUDBLOODS!”

Sirius turned back to see Remus watching him— staring at him sympathetically.

“What the hell you looking at?” He growled irritably.

He stormed back inside, pushing past Remus. Rather than shut up his mother’s portrait, he cast a crude gesture at the screaming woman as he passed by. He slammed the door shut when he reached his bedroom, collapsing onto his bed as he wracked his brain over what the hell had just happened.
“But I don’t understand why she came by and kissed me right after the bloke asked for her hand! Or why she got upset when I just simply asked why she didn’t say yes?”
Tonks had stopped by that morning on her way home from patrolling, having breakfast with Remus and Sirius. Sirius was exasperated as he relayed the events of him and Allie’s conversation before their outburst. Tonks was seated across from him and Remus, her rolling eyes and scoffing in perfect view to him.
“Are you daft?” She scoffed “You are an idiot if you don’t understand what she was doing.”
“What’re you going on about?” Sirius snarled.
Tonks looked at him sternly. “She came by to see you instead of giving Jack an answer”
“I know that!” he snapped “that’s why I’m confused!”
“Do I really need to spell it out for you?” she asked incredulously “She wanted you to give her a reason not to marry him”
Sirius’s face puzzled “What makes you think that? Why would I need to give her a reason not to marry him? If she doesn’t want to, all she has to do is say no.”
“Because Jack is a nice bloke who can provide and take care of her” Tonks explained “Marrying him would be a good thing for her— unless you gave her reason not to.”
“I still don’t understand.”
“She’s in love with you, you idiot!!!” Tonks snarled “God, you men are so goddamn thick!! Bunch of circus baboons!”
She shot Sirius, then Remus a dirty look as she marched up and out of the kitchen.
“Moony, do you think she really is in love with me?”
Remus stared at the spot Tonks had exited from, seeming to not be paying attention to Sirius. After a moment though, “I notice the way she looks at you— I think she coming here last night confirms she does.”
Sirius took a moment to ponder this revelation. He should be excited at this news, but a thought weighed heavily on his conscious. “I— I can’t give her what Jack can; I’m a fugitive, a prisoner of this house. He has freedom, a job, the ability to give her what she deserves”
“Do you love her?” Remus asked.
Sirius had never been in love before, but unequivocally he knew the answer to Remus’s question.
“Yes.”
Remus nodded silently, seeming to process the thought before speaking. “Then let her go. Let her marry him.”
“But I don’t want her to marry him,” Sirius answered truthfully “I want her to be happy, but I want her to be happy with me, not him.
“You said it just a moment ago, you can’t provide what she needs like Jack will be able to,” Remus said “If you love her Padfoot, you cannot be selfish. You need to do what is best for her, in this case, that’s letting her go. If you love her, let her marry him.”

AUTHOR'S NOTES:
Remus shouldn't be allowed to give love advice. LOL.
Poor Sirius- he'll get it together here soon, I promise!!
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