Number 12 Grimmauld Place, 1995
The summer had been going by so dreadfully slow for Sirius. He had been trapped in his old house for a month now and he must say it was one of the worst experiences of his life; and he had been locked up in Azkaban for twelve years.
At that moment his was drumming his fingers on the kitchen table, humming to himself, occasionally taking a long drink from his firewhiskey that sat on a napkin in front of him.
He was trying to ignore the laughing, sniggering, gushing and blushing from the other end of the table. He kept trying to see if he could silence them with his mind, every now and then closing his eyes to will them to be quiet.
"And what then Mum, and what then?" More giggles and more sniggers.
"Well Timmy drank it, and I stood there amazed as I watched his eyes cloud with a look of utter devotion, love and lust. Then he turned to me, you see? He turned to me and said 'Molly I must say, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever met, I never realized it 'till this moment… and if you don't let me take you to Slughorn's Christmas Party tomorrow night, I'll throw myself off the Astronomy Tower!"
Sirius had finally had enough, "I wish you women would stop giggling in the corner, can't you control yourselves? It's rather annoying." He barked from his place at the kitchen table.
He was talking to Molly Weasley, Ginny Weasley and Hermione Granger who where sitting at the opposite side of table becoming rather loud and flustered.
Mrs. Weasley was recounting the tale of the time she had brewed a love potion as a young girl.
Ginny shot him a look, "You just don't understand Sirius, this is a really good story."
Sirius snorted, "Doubt it." And took a swig of his firewhiskey.
"But it is!" Hermione insisted, looking slightly stung.
"Never mind him girls, he wouldn't no anything about love. All he ever had in his life were pranks, one ever-present hangover and one-night stands." Mrs. Weasley snapped, looking offended that her story had been insulted.
Sirius looked at her, affronted. "Oh? And how would you know that? I don't believe I knew you when I was supposedly having 'ever-present hangovers and one-night stands.'"
"Well I heard rumors," Retorted Mrs. Weasley, "After you were arrested, there was talk about what kind of man you were before the incident."
"I see, and what kind of man would that be?"
"One that hung around with floozies and never uttered the words, 'I love you' to a living soul." Mrs. Weasley spat, full of contempt. Sirius was surprised at her nerve and apparently she was too because split second later her expression turned into one of shock and guilt. "I'm sorry Sirius, I didn't mean—well, I'm sorry."
Sirius did not respond, he knew if he did his words would be full of rage. They all sat there in silence, completely still for what felt like hours, the two young girls looking awkwardly at their hands, oblivious to what to do next. But as they were sitting there a question popped into Hermione's head. She knew she probably shouldn't ask it but a burning desire over came her.
"Sirius?" She asked, not waiting for a response she continued on, "Was there ever a girl who you—"
"Who I what?!" Shouted Sirius, "WHO I LOVED?!"
"Well… yes." Hermione nodded quietly.
Sirius breathed heavily apparently recovering from his outburst. He looked apologetically at the girls who were looking slightly scared. He took a deep breath and said softly, "Yes, yes there was."
All the girls looked taken a back. They immediately leapt out of their chairs, speeding over to Sirius, crowding him. Their eyes were fixed on him, fascination covering every inch of their faces like he was some fascinating animal in a "Care of Magical Creatures" class. He was slightly amused and half disturbed. "
Who was she!?" Asked Ginny, looking positively desperate for answers.
"You'll never know. So but out." Sirius took the last gulp of his firewhiskey, closing his eyes in pleasure as it burned down his throat and as he banged the class back down on the table.
The women huffed and dispersed, disappointed; Mrs. Weasley started to prepare dinner and the other two girls started for the door, probably to go back upstairs to see what Ron, Fred and George were doing.
It made Sirius sad for some reason to watch them so thwarted. He gave in "Auden Kingston." he mumbled.
"What was that?" Asked Hermione, turning on the spot to look at Sirius incredulously.
"Her name," Sirius said explained, "Was Auden Kingston."
The girls grinned and sped over to the table, collapsing down on the kitchen chairs opposite Sirius as Mrs. Weasley's ears perked up as she washed carrots. "Please tell us about her Sirius!" Ginny and Hermione begged. "Please?!"
"Why should I?" He Grunted.
"Because there is nothing to do here but clean and be to be stalked by a terrifying old house elf!" Whined Ginny.
"And since it is your home, you should be the one to entertain us and make sure we are not bored out of our minds." Hermione chimed in.
Sirius stared at them, his eyes narrowed looking resentful and doubtful at the same time. But the girls stared back at him, not giving up, until finally Sirius sighed.
"Fine I'll tell you the story." The girls beamed, looking at each other in glee. "You probably won't like it, it doesn't have a happy ending." The girls nodded. "But let's get one thing straight first, okay? What I say here does not leave this kitchen and we will never speak of it again. Got it?"
The girls nodded and said, "Got it." In unison. "We promise."
Sirius sat in thought for a moment until he finally spoke, "Okay so… where do I start?"
A/N: I hope you guys liked it. Don't worry chapters will get MUCH longer. I have some really great things planned for this, I plan to make this a pretty serious fic, unlike my others. (Which by the way you should check out).
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