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House of Black	By : aurorasakura Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 6317 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 9
Harry stepped out of the rickety elevator shaft and turned the corner, removing his wand from his jacket as he did so, ready to unlock the door to his flat. But he stopped as his door came into view at the end of the hall and he saw the women he was just thinking about (his mind seemed to be constantly wandering to her today) seated on the floor at the base of his doorway, eating out of a take out container. Chinese food by the look of it, and she was using chopsticks.
"Sorry." His voice was breathy as he walked towards her and she looked up in surprise, placing her chopsticks in the Styrofoam box before closing it with a smile. She stood just as he reached her and swung her purse over her shoulder.
That was when she got a good look at him however, and her smile disappeared almost instantly. "What happened to you?"
He ignored her for the time being and tapped his doorknob with his wand, muttered the secret word to unlock his un-plottable home before pushing the creaking door open, ushering her inside.
She didn't follow, and when he turned to look at her she was staring at him, a look of surprise and worry on her face.
"I'll tell you in here." He motioned with his hand again, indicating she should walk past him.
This time she did, turning in the middle of the main room to survey him again as he closed the door behind him and hung up his coat.
"Did this happen on the job."
He nodded, running a hand through his hair and willing not to look at her. He was worried his body might react the same way it did the night before. Though he could get her from asking too many questions if he distracted her...
"What happened?" She pressed again.
"Did you want some tea?" He moved into his flat more, walking hastily past her to the kitchen where he promptly began to boil water in the tea kettle.
She followed him, taking a seat at the counter island, watching him expectantly.
He finally let his eyes meet hers. "Me and Ron were looking into this group of death-eaters is all. Well... we didn't know they were death-eaters for sure until now." He lifted a hand to his face and fingered the bandage that was covering the large gash on the side of his face. Several other scratches were found above his eyebrow and hands. His glasses had been shattered but easily repaired.
She was quiet for a moment, and when she did speak it was quiet. "I'm glad you're all right."
He smiled gently to her now, but did not move forward to make any gesture to comfort her... though he felt a strong desire to do it. "It's fine. I've had way worse, believe me."
She was silent for a long time after that. Silent as he passed her a cup of tea. Silent as he sat down across from her, watching her over the rim of his glass as he took a careful sip. Silent as she watched him back.
They felt comfortable however...
"Do you get hurt often?" She asked suddenly, lowering the cup from her lips. He noticed suddenly how pale she looked. How her lips looked cracked and dry. How tired she suddenly appeared.
He nodded, forcing a smile to reassure her. "Nothing serious."
She nodded, but the mention of 'serious' suddenly caused a shift in her eyes and she lifted the cup to her lips once more before speaking again. "Can you tell me about him?"
He didn't need to ask who she was talking about and he started in immediately, a sad smile on his face as he remembered his godfather's bark-like laughter and playful attitude... when he wasn't remembering horrible things from his past. Azkaban.
"He was an animagus." He told her, smiling. "He changed into a big black dog."
She smiled. "I love dogs."
He nodded, than felt a need to add more. A sudden desire to spill out things about his own family he never knew. "My dad was one too. His form was a stag."
"Like your patronus."
He nodded, giving her an enquiring look at that bit of knowledge she held and she told him that Hermione told her about it.
They passed from the topic of Sirius to Harry's parents and mother, than to his aunt and uncle whom he hadn't really given much thought to since seeing them the summer before 7th year. It was strange... all of that seemed like a second life time now, sitting here in his own home, talking to Sirius' daughter about it.
But it raised a question he had about her. "What about your mum?"
Her smile disappeared, only for a moment, but he noticed her eyes change again. She looked like she might cry, but she held it back.
She was a strong person.
"My mother died before I came here."
He opened his mouth to apologies, but she continued. "That's why I came here... I had to get away." She took a shaky breath, clutching the now cold cup of tea between her hands. "But I find here it's just as hard."
"Because of Sirius?"
She nodded, than put on a watery smile. "But, I shouldn't be complaining. I never met him... I don't know what I'm missing."
Once again Harry had the impulse to comfort her, but he resisted. Something inside him telling him he couldn't get too close to her; wouldn't allow it, well part of him was screaming for the contact. He needed the comfort too.
"And your existing family isn't exactly... model citizens."
She laughed, a tremor in it that suggested her sorrow, and she shook her head, some of her black hair falling from her elastic. "No, most definitely not."
He found her beautiful, and noticed suddenly that her eyes weren't as hooded as what was typical of the black family. Her eyes were big and beautiful, her dark eyelashes making the blue stand out more. He felt himself gnawing on his bottom lip as he watched her.
Time passed and they found themselves in the living room, enjoying each other's company.
Adhara was laughing on his rug in front of the tv, looking up at him from her back as he sat, leaning his back against the chesterfield. Her lips tugged into a perfect smile, her eyes dancing with tears of mirth well her hair fanned out around her head.
"Did they really do that?" She asked through giggles and he nodded, happy he could make her laugh with stories of his parents and Sirius. Even if it was a memory that caused him slight pain. His memory of being in the pensieve with Snape's thoughts, as he watched his father and godfather torment the greasy Slytherin. However... it seemed much funnier now.
He laughed along with her, and moved on remembering some things Remus told him about his parents after Voldemort's defeat.
He wished he could know them like Remus did.
It was late when she finally sat up from the carpet. They had been lying there together, her looking up into his eyes well he brushed dark strands of her hair behind her ear, her face blank. Still so beautiful. His elbow was cramping up from his weight when she did move.
She stood, uneasily, having been lying for so long on solid floor and smiled down at him, brushing a strand of her hair from her face as if mimicking his actions. He stayed laying on the ground, shifting around to see her better.
He was tired, but it didn't bother him.
"It's getting late." She looked down at the dainty silvery watch around her wrist and frowned. "It's past midnight." There was surprise in her tone.
"Did you want to leave?"
She shook her head and looked slightly uneasily towards his bedroom, than down to him. No doubt memories from the night before were bombarding her.
... they were certainly coming back to him now.
It seemed a cheap thing to do now.
He stood, walked to her, and wrapped his arms around her petite form. She easily collapsed into him, pulling at his shirt almost unconsciously well he smoothed his hand down the back of her head; the other trailing easily down her back.
"Harry..." A small whisper from her, her face pressed into his chest, than the crook of his neck.
"Stay with me." He ran his hand through her hair. Whispering in her ear.
She was quiet, but comfortable.
"Just... stay with me. As a friend."
She moved away from him, not looking up to meet his gaze.
She walked to her bag. Only after throwing it over her shoulder did she turn and look at him, a small, sad smile on her face. "I should go."
She moved to the door and he followed her, opening it for her even though he didn't want her to go.
She hesitated in the hall, turning to look at him again, and he asked the question he'd been wanting to.
"Why?"
She shook her head, her eyes drifting over for him a moment before that same sad smile appeared. "It's hard Harry... I love you too much..."
With one last smile, she turned and walked to the stairs instead of the elevator. He heard the heavy fire door clunk closed behind her and her heels on the stairway before he closed the door and sunk into his dark apartment.
Suddenly all thoughts of trying to love again seemed much more complicated. But at the same time... easier.
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AN: I know... short chapter. I don't really like this one either. I simply used to it so show how their both kind of using each other to get closer to Sirius; but also how Harry is starting to fall in love with her, trying to start over with her.
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