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Sirius Black was a man of morality, it was something he prided himself upon. Even after the 12 years he spent locked away, he was a moral man. Or so he had thought. Now, at 2:33 am as he sat nursing a glass of Fire-whiskey, he wasn't so sure. His thoughts drifted, as they so frequently did, to the bright face of his goddaughter. Holli Potter was, in a word, incredible. She had been since infancy, however in the 15 years it had been since her parents' death, she had grown. Not only in looks and size, but in maturity. She was no longer the babbling 1 year old he had adored, but instead a beautiful, strong, and fiercely kind young woman. He loved her, yes, he always had. He'd loved her as though she was his own when she was a baby, but now… Well now it seemed his karma was catching up to him. He groaned and set his glass down on the polished wood table he sat at. He still loved Holli, just not in the same chaste way that he once had, and that he still should. When he looked at her, he no longer saw the little angelic child that he had so frequently bounced on his knee. He instead saw beauty and grace, and in spite of how much he may lie to himself, he was deeply attracted to her. From her jet black hair to her piercing green eyes, down to the gentle swell of her breasts… He suddenly stood, anger filling him like a cancer.
"Argh!" he yelled as he knocked his still half full glass from the table. The sound of the glass shattering on the floor brought him back from his rage, and he sighed. With a wave of his wand the glass was gone, and the alcohol cleaned from the floor. He fell back into his chair, heavy with the weight of his self loathing. Not only was Holli the child of his best friend, and his goddaughter, but she was also only 16 years old. He was 20 years older than her, not to mention the fact that her father would've killed him, slowly and painfully, had he lived to see this. With a deep sigh, wrought with his agonizing self hatred, he stood. He levitated the bottle of whiskey back into the cupboard, and set off for his bed. Little did he know that a certain green eyed witch lay awake in her own bed, pondering feelings not unlike his own.
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Sirius groaned painfully as he took his seat around the breakfast table. His closest friend, and fellow marauder Remus Lupin, snorted devilishly.
"Shut up, you bloody bastard." Sirius growled, shooting Remus a look that could kill. At that Remus openly laughed, shaking his head at his best friend's folly.
"You, my dear fellow, were the idiot that drank himself into oblivion last night." he pointed out. Sirius could only glare at the werewolf, not wanting to accidentally divulge more than he should in his rather decrepit state. Suddenly, and with a loud *crack* the Weasley twins apparated into the kitchen. To Sirius' dismay this prompted Molly Weasley, a red-headed woman who lets be honest, was a bit mad, to launch into a rather shrill lecture about not using magic when it was not needed. Sirius groaned, this was going to be a very long day.
"Good morning Sirius!" Holli whispered in his ear, causing him to nearly jump clean out of his skin.
"Merlin's pants Holls you scared me half to death!" he griped, though his heart was only half in it as he had noticed the rather low cut of the teen's tank top and gotten distracted. Holli giggled and shook her head.
"Jeeze, you look like you spent half your night trying to crawl into the Fire-whiskey bottle." she commented, sitting down across from him. Remus choked on his pumpkin juice, prompting one of the twins to pound him on the back. Sirius surveyed the scene irritably.
"I hate you all, I hope you know that." he grumped, gulping down the last of his own pumpkin juice. Holli batted her eyelashes at him innocently, quite nearly inducing a heart-attack.
"Oh, c'mon Sirius, you know you love me far too much to hate me!" she said, the tiniest of smirks playing across her lips. He sighed, knowing he'd been beat. She giggled and shook her head.
"And anyways, we're spending the evening together so you can't be mad. It'll ruin the fun!" She continued. His eyes snapped back up to her's, as they'd been migrating a bit south until she'd said that.
"Spending the evening together?" he asked, barely keeping his voice from shaking. She rolled her eyes in a way that so reminded him of Lily, and sighed.
"Yes you daft beanpole, the Weasleys are going back to the Burrow, and Remus is taking Hermione home by side-along apparition. We'll have the house to ourselves tonight, and I was hoping for a wizarding chess rematch. I've been practicing!" she babbled. Sirius nodded slowly as the situation sunk in. He was going to be alone with Holli all night. Oh boy, this could possibly end very badly.
"So what do you think?" Holli asked. He blinked, having missed what she'd said.
"I'm sorry?" he asked sheepishly. Holli rolled her eyes once more and sighed.
"How much did you drink last night exactly?" she griped. He laughed and shook his head, avoiding the question entirely.
"I asked if you would play with me?" she repeated. His eyes went wide for a fraction of a second before he realized she was talking about chess.
"Mm, yeah, of course I will." he said, managing to recover rather quickly, and he hoped without alerting Remus to his lecherous thoughts. Holli grinned happily.
"That's great! I really think I've gotten better!" she boasted. He laughed and smiled warmly at her.
"I'm sure you have, but I am the master of wizards chess. I haven't lost a game since I was 6 years old, and that was just because my rat of a brother cheated." he said smirking. She glared playfully at him.
"Well, we'll just have to see about that, now won't we?" she taunted him, and then giggled impishly. He sighed and shook his head. He'd been right before, this was definitely going to be a very long day.
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