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Hold on Tight	By : cls2256 Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 7315 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters. This fic is for entertainment purposes only!

Chapter List
- 1-one
- 2-two
- 3-three
- 4-four
- 5-five
- 6-six
- 7-seven
- 8-eight
- 9-nine
- 10-ten
- 11-eleven
- 12-twelve
- 13-thirteen
- 14-fourteen
- 15-fifteen
- 16-sixteen
- 17-seventeen
- 18-eighteen
- 19-nineteen
- 20-twenty
- 21-twenty one
- 22-twenty two
- 23-twenty three
- 24-twenty four
- 25-twenty five
- 26-twenty six
- 27-twenty seven
- 28-twenty eight
- 29-Twenty nine
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London was enveloped by a soft peachy pink glow, created by the sunrise just peeking over the horizon. The street lamps were still on at this hour, despite the daylight growing by the minute. The city was quiet; most of the town was still slumbering at this hour. The only sounds audible were a faint ambulance siren from blocks away, the occasional automatic sprinkler systems kicking on to water muggle lawns and a few singing birds in the trees above.
Allie pulled Sirius along, delicate fingers interlaced in his, as they walked through the quiet streets. They’d both woken up early, due to the anticipation of the day ahead of them.
“Can we go to that muggle bakery on Carnaby and pick up some macarons this afternoon?” Allie asked, “we don’t have any sweets in the house.”
Sirius grinned; they’d been awake less than an hour, and Allie was already thinking about desserts.
“Sure—we could stop by the record store around the corner from there, too.”
She turned her head to look over her shoulder and smiled. As they continued down the street, she pointed out her favorite gardens in the front flower beds of various muggle homes.
“Mrs. Tannenbaum lives there, she has the most beautiful assortment of dahlias— she invites me in for tea on my walk home, and we chat about gardening.”
Sirius raised a brow curiously, “And how do you know this woman?”
“She asked me if I walked the block every day, and I told her I worked nearby and that her dahlias were lovely, and we got to chatting—”
“You? Chatting with a stranger?”
Allie flushed, “our first few interactions were awkward for me, but she was always so polite. Now, She always invites me in if she sees me walking.”
Sirius narrowed his eyes. “I don’t like the idea of you going into strange houses. You don’t know this woman.”
“Yes I do,” Allie stopped, turning around to look at him. “She’s 85 years old with wicked arthritis; it’s a miracle she can still garden. She’s a sweet thing, I’ve been having tea with her for months. She’s harmless—she’s crocheting a blanket for the baby.”
“I still don’t like it,” he grumbled, “We can’t trust anyone.”
“Sirius,” Allie wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed the tip of his nose. She smiled at him, humorously, “I appreciate the concern, but Mrs. Tannenbaum is just a lonely old woman—if you’d like, you can join us for tea next time.”
As they got closer, the sounds of sirens and cars grew louder. Charing Cross road had more activity at this time of morning than the back alleys and side streets they’d walked through. They entered the Leaky Cauldron through its back entrance; the pub was disguised as a broken-down old shop to muggle passersby and went seemingly unnoticed. Allie and Sirius were able to slip inside inconspicuously, no muggle nearby even blinked an eye.
They made their way down a narrow hallway, adjacent to a large kitchen, back to a small, cluttered office. Colleen sat at a ramshackle pine desk, with a mountain of paperwork stacked in front of her. She hunched over the pile, tapping her quill against the counter as she read intently.
“Hi, mum,” Allie said softly.
“Good morning, sweetheart,” She said, not looking up from her paperwork. When she did, “Sirius,” she added stiffly, to him.
“Good morning,”
Colleen stood, picking up a black apron from the corner of her desk and tossing it at Sirius, “Rupert will be here in a few; you can wait in the kitchen for him.”
“Yes, ma’am,”
Sirius and Allie made their way back to the large kitchen. She bid him farewell with a soft kiss to his cheek and then exited into the dining room to sweep before breakfast guests arrived. Sirius wandered around the kitchen, attempting to familiarize himself with his new workplace. It was laid out similar to what he expected a commercial kitchen would look like; a large, deep sink, multiple ovens, fryers, and burners, and a large prep table. Dry ingredients were stocked on large wire shelves on the other side of the kitchen, across from two large metal doors with signs ‘cooler’ and ‘freezer.’
Shannon busted through the kitchen door, dark shadows under her eyes. Her typically smooth blonde hair was falling out of her bun; she looked like she’d been up working all night. She held a steaming cup of coffee in her hand, taking a small sip as she leaned back against the prep table.
“Hi, Sirius,”
“Good morning,” Sirius said politely. “Did you work last night?”
Shannon nodded, “Yeah, I was deep cleaning all night. I usually do an overnight once or twice a month—there’s no time to scrub the whole inn when rooms need cleaned and prepped for guests during the day.”
Shannon seemed pleasantly calm this morning, albeit exhausted, but calm. Guess it takes a whole overnight shift to bring Shannon down to the energy level of the rest of the world...
“Mum told me you were starting here,” Shannon said, “welcome to the team.”
He opened his mouth to thank her when a familiar raspy voice sounded from behind him.
“Black? Is that you?”
Ah, fuck. Sirius recognized that voice. He turned around and was met by the leathery, rubicund face of Rod Thorson, donning a black apron that matched Sirius’s.
“No way! We goin’ be cooks together here?” He laughed wheezily, smiling wide and showcasing his yellowed, crooked teeth, “I didn’t think I’d ever see you again, not after you disappeared—say, how’d you do it, anyhow?”
“Um—”
“Oh, you two know each other?” Shannon piped up, “I’m Shannon, by the way—maid,” she added, to Thorson.
“Rod Thorson—Black and I were mates back in Azkaban!”
Thorson clapped him on the back, hard. Sirius let out a groan in annoyance and shook him off.
“I wouldn’t say mates…” he mumbled under his breath.
“You might know my sister then—ALLIE! ALLIE, COME HERE!”
Allie entered the kitchen, stopping at the sight of Thorson. She observed him, looking puzzled as if she were trying to remember why she recognized him.
“No way! Ginger is your sister?” Thorson laughed wheezily “She and Black here were cellmates for a bit.”
Shannon snickered into her coffee cup, taking a sip as her eyes flashed. “they’re more than old cellmates now,”
Allie flushed and instinctively touched her stomach. Her bump was barely visible, but Thorson caught on. He laughed wildly, making Sirius cringe. He could’ve gone the rest of his life without hearing Thorson’s annoying ass laugh again.
“Well, looks like you’ve been busy, Black,” he grinned “Guess that answers my question as to what the hell you’ve been up to.”
Sirius wrapped an arm around Allie’s shoulders and squeezed reassuringly. She flushed deeper, fighting a sheepish smile as she looked down at her feet.
“I see everyone is getting acquainted,” Colleen interrupted, walking into the kitchen with an unfamiliar man in a black apron “This is Rupert—Rupert, this is Sirius Black and Rod Thorson. Teach them as much as you can—I need both of them out of training by Friday.”
Colleen turned on her heel and retreated back down the hallway, presumably back to her office. Allie kissed Sirius’s cheek,
“Have fun,” she whispered,
She winked then slipped out of the kitchen, leaving Sirius to stare at Rupert awkwardly, awaiting direction. Rupert turned to Shannon and pointed at the door.
“Out Shan’,” Rupert snapped playfully, “you’re in our way.”
Shannon rolled her eyes, “You could be a little nicer, you know.”
“Since when do you respond to niceties?” Rupert grinned, “now out.”
Sirius chuckled as Shannon stuck her tongue out, and made to exit. “Can you make me an omelet?”
“Mushroom and onion?”
“Yes…” Shannon turned back and flashed a mischievous smile, “please.”
Rupert picked up a skillet from the rack and set it onto the burner. With a flick of his wand, the pilot light ignited.
“Shannon always wants a mushroom and onion omelet after her overnight cleaning shifts,” Rupert explained. “Now, I’m going to show you, wankers, how to chop mushrooms the way Colleen likes it— so pay attention. I will only explain things once, and then it’s to the wolves with you— and both of you need hair nets, Colleen will have a fit if we get a complaint of hair in the food.”
Sirius had never felt so stupid in his entire life than when he was wearing a hairnet. There must be a charm that to keep hair in place while working in the food industry— to keep from having to wear these ruddy things. At least he looked a pinch better than Thorson; he’d never see the bloke look so idiotic in his entire life.
By 7:30, the Leaky Cauldron was full of patrons. Allie and another server he met briefly, Alma, kept popping into the kitchen window with demands.
“Rupert, I need table 35’s order,” Alma barked “They’ve been waiting 20 minutes for toast and eggs,”
“I’ve got other food to cook too, Alma,” Rupert snapped “Sirius, plate up table 35’s order now!”
Sirius paid close attention to all Rupert’s instructions over the next couple of hours. He felt superior to Thorson when Rupert had them julienne carrots; his turned out like perfect matchsticks, and Thorsons ended up turning to mush. How the hell he managed to mash carrots with a slicing spell was beyond him. On the other hand, Sirius allowed a 12-quart chili pot to bubble over, earning him a good scolding. He was so focused on mincing garlic he’d forgotten to charm the ladle to keep a constant stir.
“You’re going to need to chart that as waste,” Rupert growled, “and Colleen will have your head if you waste too much.”
He didn’t realize how stressful working in a kitchen could be, nor how much prep went into the food. He’d assumed when Rupert demanded he sliced some mushrooms, he figured 15 would do.
“No, Sirius, I need the whole box,” Rupert snapped.
“The whole box? This is 10 pounds of mushrooms!”
“And we’re going to use about eight of that by the end of the day—now slice the whole damn box!”
Rupert was a young bloke, maybe 20 or 21, but the size of a half-giant. He looked like he could’ve played Beater back in his school days, based on his height and broad shoulders. It appeared working in kitchens had kept him well fed, based on the size of his girth. He knew what he was doing, however, and Sirius respected that.
The kitchen was hotter than the Sahara desert. With multiple burners and ovens going, the kitchen was reaching sweltering temperatures. Sirius wiped the sweat from his forehead with a paper towel, debating asking Rupert if he could cast a cooling charm on the kitchen. He thought better of it, as Rupert was chewing out Thorson for burning a batch of toast, and would most likely tell him to grow a pair and get used to the heat.
“Its toast, Rod,” he growled, “how can you burn fucking toast?”
By the end of the breakfast shift, Sirius’s shirt was damp with sweat, and a layer of grease coated his skin. Who knew merely cooking food could be such an ordeal? The prospect of a shower sounded phenomenal.
“We’re going to do 2 more training days,” Rupert said “Tomorrow is lunch, then the next day is dinner, then you mingers are going to be on your own. Merlin knows I need a vacation…”
Rupert dismissed them, and as Sirius went to make his way to the dining room, a firm hand clapped him on the back.
“Well, wasn’t that fun!” Thorson exclaimed
“No touching, Thorson,” Sirius grumbled, shaking off his hand.
“You were always a moody one, Black,” Thorson laughed “the dementors must’ve gotten to you worse then they did me- but I would’ve thought you woulda perked up here on the outside.”
Sirius rolled his eyes. It was only Thorson that made him grumpy, mostly with his constant physical contact, and his dreamt up friendship. He wasn’t sure what gave him the idea that they were mates—he wasn’t sure if he’d ever been remotely polite to the bloke.
Thorson was sentenced to Azkaban 3 years after Sirius had arrived. Grand theft; he’d been a serial burglar throughout many wizarding villages throughout a couple of years. Thorson was finally caught when he got sloppy and didn’t vet the house before breaking in. He’d found the man of the house in bed with his mistress, simultaneously getting himself caught as well as busting the man for cheating on his wife. Nevertheless, Thorson’s thieving days ended, and he was sentenced to 8 years in Azkaban. He’d ended up in Sirius’s cell block, and had been up his ass ever since.
“I gotta take a leak,” Thorson said, “be back in a jiffy!”
Sirius took this opportunity to sneak away, entering into the dining room to meet up with Allie. He noticed Jack at the bar, appearing to be setting it up for the day. They locked eyes, and a flash of surprise crossed Jack’s expression. He waved Alma over to him, asked her something, and seemed displeased with her answer.
“How was your shift?”
Allie caught him off guard, flinching as his attention was ripped away from Jack and onto her.
“Fine, fine,” he said, “I’m finished for the day—you ready to go?”
“I need to wait until Lenore gets here,” she said, “I’ll meet you in the kitchen in a moment.”
Sirius made his way back into the kitchen, praying he wouldn’t run into Thorson again. Instead of his old prison-mate, he was met by a woman entering the kitchen through the back door. She noticed Sirius immediately.
“Nice hair net,” she said, with a smooth French accent.
Sirius’s cheeks burned hot as he ripped the hair net off. The woman chuckled softly, her dark, almond-shaped eyes crinkling as she smirked. Her shiny, dark hair and olive skin were enchanting; there was an air of mystery in the way she carried herself.
“I—uh, I’m Sirius Black,” he said awkwardly. “New cook.”
“I know who you are,” she said simply, tying her long hair up into a ponytail. “Lenore Khoury, waitress.”
There was something about the way she looked at him that made him feel like he was 20 years old again. She was beautiful, exotic— someone Sirius would’ve chased after back in his glory days. He grinned at her,
“Your accent is French, but Khoury doesn’t sound very French,”
“My father was Lebanese,” she explained, tying her waist apron behind her, “My mother was French.”
“I see,” Sirius nodded.
Allie stepped into the kitchen, flushing at the sight of Lenore. Her posture hunched, and she fidgeted with a button on her shirt.
“Hi, Lenore, I see you’ve met Sirius,”
“Yes, just now,” Lenore smiled,
Sirius took note of how uncomfortable Allie looked in Lenore’s presence. Hoping to ease the tension, he extended his hand to her.
“You ready to go, kitten?”
She appeared to relax at this, nodding and taking his hand. Lenore’s eyes flickered between the two of them before she nodded to Sirius, the corners of her mouth curling upward.
“Au Revoir, Sirius,”
She brushed her shoulder against Allie’s as she exited the kitchen towards the dining room. Allie looked over her shoulder quickly before speaking.
“Yeah, I’m ready to go.”
Her fingers interlaced with his once more as they strolled through muggle London, headed towards the shops on Carnaby. They blended in quite well, as their required dress for work wasn’t typical ostentatious wizard fashion. They appeared as if they worked for any typical pub in the area.
They stopped by the records store first. It was a shabby little secondhand place, but these types of shops were the best for finding first edition vinyl. This shop had been here for ages—Sirius remembered he, James, Peter, and Remus stopping by frequently as teenagers during the summer holidays.
He headed straight for the Rock n Roll section, flipping through the alphabetically-organized vinyl at lightning speed.
“Have it, have it, no, have it, no, no, no, have it—Ah! I don’t have this one!”
He plucked out a cardboard sleeve and held it up to show Allie.
“Toys in the Attic,” he said, “This was Peter’s favorite Aerosmith album—we always listened to his copy, so I never had to purchase one myself.”
His stomach lurched at the thought of Peter, sitting in James’s bedroom with a bottle of Ogden’s Old, taking swigs and passing it along as he sang along to Steven Tyler’s screaming vocals. How dare he—how dare he sit in James’s home and laugh with him, to then turn around and sell him out. Coward. Vermin.
The memory’s effect on his blood pressure made him question if he even wanted to purchase the album. He shook off the thought, he enjoyed the album, despite the memory it brought with it. His issues were with Peter Pettigrew, not Aerosmith. He set the record aside and continued to flip through the collection.
“You want anything specific, kitten?” Sirius asked, “You can get whatever you’d like.”
“You have an extensive collection already,” she said, “I’ve never seen someone with as many records as you have— muggle bands, at that.”
Sirius smirked “I was never allowed to listen to music produced by muggles,” he said, “Remus actually was the first to introduce me to Rock n Roll— his mother was a muggle, so he grew up listening to a healthy mix of both culture’s sounds. I loved all the music, as well as the fact that it pissed my parents off to no end…”
They left the records store with just one vinyl, as Sirius did have most of the records the store had in stock. Their next stop was a small boutique bakery, just around the corner.
Sirius could tell by her tone she didn’t want to speak of it anymore. He let it go and entered the bakery. It seemed like this was a store where you could buy pastries and cakes, but also enjoy coffees and lattes. Allie’s eyes lit up as she bustled over to the counter, scanning the various flavors of macarons.
“So this bakery you used to work for, Barnum’s,” Sirius asked, “over there in Diagon alley, how were the baked goods in comparison to here?”
Allie tensed at the mention of her previous employer. “Very good, we baked all the similar classics to muggle bakeries, like macarons, cakes, croissants, bear claws, but we also had cauldron cakes, cinnamon broomsticks, and butterbeer blondies.”
“You haven’t been there since you were arrested?”
“No,” Allie said, “I’m too embarrassed. I could never set foot in there again.”
She observed the case silently for a moment before changing the subject.
“I don’t know which ones to get,” she said, “I love all these flavors today.”
Sirius read the labels going down the line. Chocolate, espresso, mint chip, passionfruit, honey lavender, vanilla…
“Just get a dozen of each,” Sirius shrugged “We can freeze them, right?”
Allie’s eyes widened in delight. “Yes, we can... are you sure?”
Sirius grinned. “Absolutely, but only if you share.”
She giggled, “I promise—can we get a few for here? Maybe some coffee?”
“Whatever you’d like,” he kissed her temple lightly “I could use a little caffeine anyhow.”
They settled into a small bistro table by the window, warm and comfortable in the afternoon sunlight shining through the window. Sirius ordered a plain espresso and a few lemon macarons. On the other hand, Allie ordered the largest frozen coffee he’d ever seen. It was at least 36 oz of blended java, decorated with ribbons of chocolate and caramel and a mountain of whipped cream. Allie looked at her plate of chocolate macarons and her coffee curiously. After a few glances, she scooped a bit of whipped cream up with her cookie and shoved the entire thing in her mouth.
“It is good?” he laughed.
She nodded, smiling wide as she chewed.
“Pretty sure that thing is a glorified milkshake,” Sirius teased, pointing to her drink. “I thought you said you wanted coffee.”
“It’s a frozen cappuccino” she giggled “decaf, of course— for the baby,” she added.
“I highly doubt that could be considered to have any relation to coffee,” he grinned, “I think I’m developing diabetes just from looking at it.”
Allie rolled her eyes, then flicked a bit of whipped cream in his direction. It landed onto the front of his shirt. He let out a groan and wiped himself as Allie broke into a fit of giggles. He tossed a half-eaten macaron at her, both of them breaking into laughter as she blocked the impact and sent the cookie flying. Customers around them shot glances their way, scowling in disapproval. Sirius considered pulling out his wand and casting a jelly legs jinx on one particularly dissatisfied man, just for a laugh, but thought better of it. The last thing he wanted was the Ministry of Magic breathing down his neck, let alone for something as small as playing a prank.
They decided to apparate back home, as they’d accumulated too many bags to comfortably carry. They landed skillfully on the top step of the stoop, within the safety of the Fidelius charm.
“You alright?” he asked, “any splinches?”
“No, I’m fine,” Allie said, stepping in the front door and dropping her bags on the floor. “I do have a touch of a stomach ache, however,”
“Probably from that mountain of whipped cream you had,”
Sirius dropped his bag next to her and lifted his arms to stretch. He caught the scent of a mixture of breakfast sausage and sweaty male musk. He cringed, lifting his shirt out and smelling himself.
“Damn, I need a shower—Why didn’t you tell me I smelt so bad?”
“I didn’t think it was that bad,” Allie giggled “you know, I could use a shower myself, actually....”
A boyish grin crossed Sirius’s face. “Yeah?”
Allie flushed, biting her lip to fight a smile. “Yeah,” she whispered.
“Well then,” Sirius clapped his hands together “let’s not waste any time, shall we?”
Allie liked her showers hot enough to melt flesh. Sirius stepped in after her, swearing loudly as the water scorched his skin. They bantered back and forth about the water temperature for a minute before deciding on a comfortable level of heat for both of them. He watched eagerly as she stood in the direct stream, his cock twitching to life as he scanned her naked body up and down. Allie stood facing the water, running her hands through her hair as the water streamed down her back, hips, and bum. Her porcelain skin was stark against her vibrant hair. Her emerald eyes twinkled as she looked over her shoulder.
“Will you wash my back?” she asked.
Sirius grabbed the bar soap from the ledge next to them. He slid the bar of soap across her shoulders and down her back, moving in deliberate, small circles. He set the soap down and continued to lather with his hands, massaging her gently. She let out a sigh, relaxing her shoulders as he kneaded her muscles. His hands traveled lower and lower, running his hands down her sides and cupping her bum. He squeezed gently, and his cock stiffened at the filthy thoughts flashing through his mind.
“Did Jack ever stick it in your arse, kitten?” he murmured in her ear.
“Sirius!”
She whipped her head around, mouth gaping.
“so he did, huh?” He raised a brow at her, smirking “Did you like it?”
“No!” she answered quickly, flushing tomato red. “No, I mean, no he didn’t—p—put it… there...”
She stopped, covering her red face with her hands. Sirius ignored her obvious embarrassment, and stepped even closer, settling his hands on her waist and brushing his lips against the crook of her neck.
“Good,” he growled, “Then it’s mine to claim.”
He felt goosebumps travel down her body as her breathing hitched. She took a quick, shaking breath.
“...does it hurt?” she asked, her voice small.
“It can, especially if you’re not ready for it,” he answered honestly, “but It can also feel so good for you,” he gently ran a finger down her arm from shoulder to elbow “I’d be gentle.”
She opened her mouth to speak but was cut off by a loud crash from downstairs. Sirius’s heart leaped from his chest as he yanked the shower curtain back.
“What was that?” she squeaked. “Stay here,” he ordered sternly.
Sirius jumped out of the shower and grabbed his wand off the bathroom counter. He wrapped a towel around him as he tore down the stairs, leaving puddles in his path. He sighed in relief upon discovering Albus Dumbledore in the foyer.
“Good afternoon, Sirius,” He said, shaking out his bright fuschia robes, “It appears I kicked the umbrella stand on my way in—might want to consider a new place for that.”
Now that the panic was gone, irritation washed over Sirius; Dumbledore had impeccable timing.
“It also appears I’ve interrupted your bath, my apologies. I’m actually here to speak with Allison—is she here?"
“Yes, she’s, um—” Sirius stumbled “also in the shower.”
“I see,” Dumbledore nodded, his eyes twinkling over his half-moon spectacles, “Well, I will impose on your hospitality and help myself to a cup of tea in the kitchen. Please send her down when you both are finished?”
Sirius nodded and turned to retreat back up the stairs. Allie was at the top of the landing, hidden from their guest’s view, dripping wet with a towel around her.
“Dumbledore is here for you,” he grumbled, “might want to get dressed.”
They dressed in the first clothes they could find and met Dumbledore at the kitchen table. He’d helped himself to one of Remus’s artisan teas—watermelon mint.
“This tea is lovely,” Dumbledore said politely, “Wherever did you find it?”
“It’s Remus’s picking,” Sirius said, “he likes the frou-frou teas.”
“I’ll be sure to ask him about it when he returns,” Dumbledore smiled “I’m sure you both are wondering why I am here. Due to the nature of Allison’s...well, unique situation, I wanted to go over a few things before term starts.”
Sirius noticed Dumbledore’s one hand was blackened as if the entire limb was dead. He appeared to be trying to conceal his injury with long bell sleeves, but something that grotesque was hard to miss. He would’ve asked, but Dumbledore continued speaking, not allowing him the chance to interject.
“I’d like you to be there for the first feast, as I give announcements starting the year that is important for a student to know. The Hogwarts Express leaves at 11 am sharp on September 1st, as you well know. I’d say you could apparate to Hogsmeade and walk to the castle, but truthfully, I’d like a member of the Order of the Phoenix on board the train, just in case.”
“Are you worried the train will be a target?” she asked.
“No, I do not feel the train is in jeopardy,” he said calmly, “but I am curious if you will be able to hear or notice anything from an outsider’s perspective.” Dumbledore took a sip of his tea and continued. “Of course, you have a home here that you may return to each night if you prefer, but I also have a suite prepared for you. This suite will serve as your floo; it is the only fireplace in the castle that will allow you to come back and forth from 12 Grimmauld Place. I felt this would be more convenient for you than a portkey. It has an undetectable trace and is protected by a large number of enchantments, so it is the safest way to travel to and from your lessons. You may use the suite to study, relax between classes, or even sleep if for some reason you would like to stay overnight. You, of course, will have access to the Hufflepuff common room as well.”
“Thank you, Sir,” Allie said nodding.
Dumbledore nodded in acknowledgment, “There will be a few times this year I will need to leave the school premises, and I don’t feel it smart to leave the castle unprotected. I will have various members of the Order of the Phoenix inside the school while I am gone. This special floo connection will serve for a way for them to get into the castle easily, and undetected. Sirius, I will be calling on you here soon.”
“Absolutely,” he said, “whatever you need.”
“I admit, Allison, I didn’t just offer you this opportunity to finish your education out of the kindness of my heart,” Dumbledore said “I admittedly would like a member of the Order of the Phoenix on school grounds to keep an eye on things. You are quiet and prefer to blend in. I’d like you to keep an eye out for anything you find suspicious. You have the privileges of a staff member; you may go anywhere you please or feel necessary within the castle.”
“Yes, sir—is there anything I should be looking for in particular?”
“At this time, just anything that seems out of the ordinary,”
Dumbledore pushed his tea mug away from him and stood.
“I’ve taken much of your time. Thank you for the tea, and I’ll be in touch.”
“I’ll walk you out,” Sirius offered.
He jumped up and followed Dumbledore up the stairs.
“You seem to be well, Sirius,” Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling once more “Allison is a lovely woman.”
“Thank you,” He said, “and thank you for giving her the chance to take her NEWTs—I think it means more to her than she is letting on.”
Dumbledore smiled and nodded. After a short pause, “Kreacher is doing well in the kitchens at Hogwarts. Some of the other house elves are keeping an eye on him for me.”
“Good to hear,” Sirius grumbled sarcastically. The mention of his house elf brought up all sorts of unpleasant memories. Dumbledore’s sleeve fluttered as he reached for the door, showcasing his blackened hand once more. “Sir—” he added, “what happened to your hand?”
“This? Oh,” Dumbledore raised his hand, then lowered it quicker than Sirius could get a good look “just an experiment gone wrong, I’m not as quick in my old age as I used to be,” he placed a hand on the doorknob and turned slowly.
“I’ll see you soon, Sirius,” he said, nodding “I’ll be in touch.”
Sirius watched as Dumbledore stepped onto the foyer and disapparated, the tail of his fuschia robes fluttering and disappearing with a soft snap.
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