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“there’ve been no sightings. No deaths. No proof,” Mr. Weasley counters.
“he almost killed Harry. If that isn’t proof enough…” I shoot back.
“yes, but guarding the you-know-what is the most important,” Mr. Weasley wheedles. God, why was Arthur arguing so much?
I hear the clank of a cane nearby, and suspect that Moody was back.
“we must trust dumbledore on this,” Mr Weasley says, as though it was final.
“was he able to protect Harry last year?!” I shout. “Tonight I say it’s time to take action.”
Someone tripped in the hall— most likely Tonks.
“Cornelius Fudge is a politician first and a wizard second,” Remus mutters. God, I admire him so much. I slide my arm around his shoulders and squeeze.
Kingsley and Tonks enter. I glance up.
“h-his instinct would be to ignore it-“ Mr Weasley stutters.
“shh!” Mrs Weasley interrupts. “Keep your voices down.”
Everyone is crowding around me and I feel slightly self conscious, but I honestly don’t care. I have to protect my godson.
I feel Remus slide closer. I know he’s trying to comfort me. I tighten my hold around his shoulders even more.
“he’s getting stronger and stronger by the minute. We have to act now—“ I am suddenly interrupted.
I look up and spot a figure near the doorway— Harry. I feel Remus glance at me because I’ve suddenly cut off myself.
Harry grins at me.
Remus looks up and straightens, like he’s nervous.
I move away from Remus instinctively, pulling my arm away from him. I don’t want Harry to see me like this… and I don’t know why.
I open my mouth to say hello but Mrs Weasley gets up and blocks my view.
“Harry,” Mrs Weasley says, a smile in her voice.
“Mrs Weasley!” Harry grins.
And she shuts the door.
Remus lays a hand on my arm, close to my hand. “see? He’s safe.”
I nod but don’t answer, still staring at the door as though that will bring Harry back.
Mrs Weasley comes back in a moment later, her face stern.
“for gods sake, Sirius, he could’ve heard you.” Mrs Weasley huffs.
I try not to glare at her, but lower my voice
“he deserves to know.”
“No he doesn’t. He’s too young.”
I feel Remus stiffen beside me, and I know he wants to speak, to prove my point, but I don’t let him.
“if anyone has the right to know,” i said before Remus could speak, “it’s Harry. If it wasn’t for Harry, we wouldn’t even know Voldemort was back. He’s not a child, Molly.”
“but he’s not an adult either,” Mrs Weasley said. “He’s not James, Sirius.”
I glare at her. “Well, he’s not your son.”
“he’s as good as. Who else has he got?”
“he’s got me,” I growl.
“how touchingly paternal, black,” someone says from a dark corner.
I try not to jump. I nearly forgot snivellus was here.
“perhaps potter will grow up to be a felon , just like his godfather,” snape continued.
I glare at snivellus, anger boiling over.
“now, you stay out of this, snivellus. I don’t believe what you’ve said about your supposed reformation. I know better.” I scowl at him.
“so why don’t you tell him?”
“get off it.”
“I’m not dealing with you children anymore. Goodbye.” Snape snaps.
He apparates out.
I feel Remus squeeze my hand under the table. I glance at him.
How the hell am I supposed to not fall for him all over again? For twelve years, I didn’t see him, and I thought I was over him. And now he comes by once or twice a week to visit and I can’t believe how much I still care for him.
I feel like he loves me as well, from holding my hand like this and letting me put my arm around his shoulders, but that could be platonic.
God, I’m like a stupid love-struck teenager.
I finally greet Harry and we all sit down for dinner. Remus sits down across from Harry, and I nearly sit next to him, but decide against it and sit at the he’d of the table, and Mr Weasley takes the seat beside Moony.
When Remus makes a comment about when Voldemort returning last and how he took away everything we held dearly, I look down, heat rising to my cheeks.
Voldemort took me, Remus; I know you mean me.
Harry wants to join the Order, and I want to let him. But, Molly gets angry, so we finish dinner quickly.
Most everyone goes to sleep or leaves, so I wave Tonks, Kinsgley, and Mad-Eye off.
Remus stays.
“why are you staying?” I ask him.
“I reckon we should talk.”
“oh, alright.”
We move into the living room, and I’m so glad that everyone is upstairs and probably sleeping. When your sort-of ex-boyfriend says he wants to talk, that’s either really bad or really good.
We sit on an old, ripped up black couch. I remember when it was halfway comfortable, back when I was a kid.
Remus begins with, “Sirius, I’ve been thinking—“
“if you want to be rid of me just say so.”
“are you mad?”
“everyone says i am.”
“shut up,” Remus said fondly. “I was saying that I’ve been thinking about us. You.”
I blush and nod.
“I was wondering… if maybe we could… I don’t know, go back how things used to be.”
“do you mean when we were kids in school or when I was locked up in Azkaban?” I joke.
Remus rolls his eyes. “you know damn well what I mean, Sirius Black.”
“I dunno, Remus. Do you really want to—“
Remus leans over and presses a kiss to my lips. It’s soft, it’s quick, and it’s what I’ve wanted since I was locked up.
He pulls back, eyes searching my face for any signs of discomfort or anything like that.
He doesn’t find any.
I grin at him, red-faced.
My hair is falling in my eyes and Moony reaches out to brush it away softly. I let him and lean into his hand.
“that is something I’ve missed,” I whisper
“same here.”
I lean closer and kiss him again, and somehow this one is even sweeter. It’s longer and fuller.
I brush my fingers over the scar on his cheek as Moony threads his fingers through my hair. I’d forgotten how much I liked it when he did that.
We pull back simultaneously but just kiss again, and I tilt my head to open his mouth against mine, and suddenly it’s just like old times — our mouths moving in perfect sync, his teeth baring against my bottom lip, and it’s perfect, so perfect.
I cup my hands around his face and pull him closer and kiss him even deeper, slipping my tongue into his mouth and sliding it around Remus’s mouth until I hear footsteps. I yank away from Remus just in time to see Molly step inside the room.
She looks between us, but then says, “I wanted apologize to you, Sirius. I was harsh to you and that wasn’t fair.”
I force a smile and shake my head.
“it’s quite alright, Molly, I was harsh as well. I apologize.”
Molly smiles at me. “you’ll get to sleep soon, yeah?”
I smile for real at her. “yeah, I will. Don’t worry.”
“Remus, you too,” Molly says.
“of course, Molly.”
She smiles at the both of us and turns to leave while saying, “perhaps choose a more secluded place to snog next time.”
And then she’s gone.
I smile sheepishly at Remus, who’s bright red.
“I blame you entirely,” I tell him.
Remus shrugged. “I’m not even going to argue with you on that one.”
I laugh, and I haven’t laughed like this in ages, let alone laugh with him. I’ve missed it, and I’ve missed him. I’ve missed him so, so much.
“you know…” I say. “Harry and Ron and all of them will be gone at school soon, and everyone else will be going back to their houses… and they’ll only be round here for Order meetings… so maybe you could, I dunno, come round here more often? It does get really lonely… and boring.”
“you are sly, I’ll give you that.”
“so will you?”
Remus leans over with a smile on his face and kissed me again, his lips incessant, fierce, hungry.
When he pulls back, I ask, “yes, then?”
“obviously.”