It's starting off with Sirius, as his summer vacation and birthday play a huge part in the rest of the chapter.
As for Demi's past and what she is (because let's be honest, she isn't a full human) that will be revealed by the fourth or fifth chapter the latest, which I hope to have posted before the tenth of September. After which, it will be quite difficult for me to balance the story along with my work (it's my first year, so it's all new to me). And as for what she is and all the rest, it will be disclosed in full and I will not be leaving out any information. It will all be revealed, and to quote J.K. Rowling who created this masterpiece (I only own Demi and Kiaria);
"'It is time,' he said, 'for me to tell you what I should have told you five years ago, Harry. Please sit down. I am going to tell you everything.'" (Rowling, 834)
It was 11:40 pm on August 27th and not for the first time did an argument break out at number 12 Grimmauld Place. Sirius Black was sitting on his bed, browsing through a motorcycle manual he'd bought when he went to London to buy his school stuff, which currently lay packed in his trunk.
Sirius was highly unusual in this respect. While most children were regretting the end of the summer holidays and were slowly preparing for the upcoming school year, Sirius hadn't unpacked properly since his arrival. He'd merely skimmed the top three quarts of his trunk and replaced his robes, cauldron, and other supplies.
He was itching to go back to Hogwarts. To go back home.
At the present moment, he was so deeply immersed in the seventh chapter of the manual entitled Gears, Oil, and Gas, that he didn't notice the arrival of several guests until his mother called him down.
"Sirius Black, get downstairs now!" Walburga cried from the foot of the staircase.
Sirius groaned before regretfully tossing the manual aside and dragging himself off his bed. Before heading out the door, he picked up his wand and tucked it safely into the waistband of his jeans, as though he were expecting to get attacked. Though, that was probably true.
He trudged down the stairs, making an excessive amount of noise, hinting that if it were up to him, he'd still be in his room.
As he wandered down the flights of stairs, he passed his younger brother Regulus' room. He stared at the closed door, looking at the nameplate wearily. Regulus had gone out of his way to make sure that he and his brother only saw each other at mealtimes, which for Sirius rarely occurred. Sighing, he continued to climb down and upon turning down the final flight was greeted by the face of his mother, cousin Bellatrix, and Rudolphus Lestrange.
He looked at the trio before raising an eyebrow at his mother, "What?"
Walburga's eyes flashed menacingly, "Don't speak to me in that ungrateful tone." She straightened up before nodding her head over at the pair standing beside her, "We have guests Sirius, and I expect you to be on you best behavior."
Sirius laughed sourly, "Don't you think you expect too much from me? Now I just feel more inclined to be on my worst behavior." He glanced over at Bellatrix who smiled maliciously, "Why hello, itty bitty baby Sirius," she cackled in a crude version of a baby's voice. Her hair was teased to an impressive height, and her tight curls fell down her back, giving her sharp jaw an edge. Her lips, which were in a smirk were painted blood red. If it wasn't for the fact that she was Sirius' cousin, he'd assume she was a vampire.
Sirius grinned, "Aw, has someone learned their manners?" he asked sarcastically, waking down the last two steps before turning to the right and opening the door to a flight of stairs that lead to the kitchen. He held the door open, "Witches first." He held out an arm and made a gesture to signal Bellatrix on her way.
She gave him a look of pure loathing before passing, "Blood Traitor," she muttered audibly as she passed.
"Bitch," he said back as Rudolphus headed down the stairs after her.
Walburga pulled out her wand and pointed it threateningly at her son, "If you say or do anything wrong I will kill you." With that, she too headed down the stairs, "Kreacher, go make some tea."
A house elf suddenly appeared, crawling from behind Sirius to head down the stairs as well. "Of course my mistress. Kreacher would be delighted to help serve Miss Black and her guests. Kreacher lives to serve the Noble House of Black." He shot a nasty look at Sirius before heading down the stairs as well.
Sirius shot one back before saying, "And it's getting blacker every day, it's filthy."
He ignored Kreacher's muttering and headed down the stairs after them, knowing he would not be allowed to head back to his room peacefully.
While Walburga did not want Sirius to interact with any of the others in the house, claiming that he would simply cause trouble, her husband Orion thought differently. He believed that if Sirius was around other purebloods, he too would begin to recognize how blessed he was, and forgo his interests in Muggles. While Walburga knew that Sirius was not one to be swayed easily, she continued to allow him to integrate with other members of the family when they came to visit.
Sirius sat down at the farthest end of the table and watched the other three converse, keeping himself occupied by reciting lines of the manual in his head. He watched Kreacher prepare the tea, making sure the elf didn't slip anything in his cup, as he'd attempted to do on the first week of the holidays. However, Walburga had turned a blind eye and gave Sirius the thrashing that Kreacher so rightly deserved.
However, Sirius had somehow managed to survive the rest of his time here with a minimal amount of thrashings, which was- in his mind- pretty good for someone whose mere presence was a bother.
Kreacher passed him by, placing a cup of tea in front of him. Sirius looked down at the brown liquid and squinted. After five minutes, he decided it was safe to drink and was about to raise the cup to his mouth when Regulus walked in.
Sirius eyed his younger brother with interest. While Sirius had managed to get Regulus alone on a few occasions, the boy would simply nod his head when Sirius told him not to listen to the older Slytherins, as they were bound to become Death Eaters. "The last thing I want to do is fight you. That's not because I'm scared, it's because I still love you," he told him.
Regulus gave a slight jerk of the head before turning around and going into his bedroom, slamming the door in Sirius' face.
Regulus went and sat down next to his mother, giving no indication that he recognized Sirius sitting in the shadows.
Sirius shook his head slightly and looked back over at his cousin and Rudolphus, who was saying; "The Dark Lord's wishes are of utmost importance, and we have been blessed with this mission."
Sirius snorted, and placed his tea down, looking warily over at the four figures at the end of the table.
"Do you have something to say?" Bellatrix said in a menacing tone. It was a sign of deepest anger when Bellatrix spoke as a normal person.
Sirius smirked, "Yes, as it so happens I do" he replied in a haughty voice. "If it's such an important mission, then why are you boasting about it? Wouldn't . . . Voldemort want -"
"SHUT UP!" screeched Bellatrix, throwing her cup at Sirius, who swatted it aside. "How dare you speak the Dark Lord's name? How dare you taint it with your muggle-loving lips! How dare-"
"Oh f*** off, Bellatrix. It's just a name. And besides, what does he care if I use it?" Sirius asked, watching his cousin itch and squirm.
Bellatrix pulled out her wand and shot a few curses at Sirius, whose hand was resting on his wand before, allowing him to quickly deflect the curses.
He shot a few back at her and soon, the pair were dueling in the basement.
Walburga and Rudolphus joined in.
The four dueled, and Sirius while fighting, tried to keep an eye out for Regulus, who was nowhere to be seen. Probably ran upstairs to hide, the coward Sirius thought savagely, as he managed to put the full body bind on Rudolphus, who toppled over, knocking Bellatrix down with him.
Sirius caught a few stinging and severing charms and soon, his black shirt and jeans were soaked with blood.
He quickly overturned the table, barricading Rudolphus, Bellatrix, and his mother on the opposite side of the room. He wrenched open the door and hurried up the stairs, "Colloportus" he muttered, locking the door behind him.
He quickly turned up the stairs, intent on barricading himself in his room. Just as he reached the third floor, he saw the door of his room wide open, and rushed in, his wand pointing threateningly at the intruder. "Regulus?" he asked, looking at his brother, who was tossing his stuff into his trunk.
Regulus didn't reply, but continued to pack Sirius's trunk, not looking at him.
Sirius lowered his wand slightly, "Reg, what do you think you are doing?" eyeing his brother wearily. He could feel the trickle of blood from a wound at the top of his head, and gingerly touched it. When he withdrew his hadn't, he was not surprised to see it covered in dark red blood.
A second later he heard the basement door be blown off, and a loud scream. "ALL THIS PURE BLOOD SPILT IN THE NAME OF WHAT?" Shouted Walburga.
"IN THE NAME OF MUGGLES OF COURSE!" Sirius replied fiercely, laughing for the added effect. He heard the sounds of his mother bustling up the staircase. He turned back to Regulus, who had just clicked the suitcase shut, and quickly rushed around Sirius to slam the bedroom door closed.
"Colloportus . . . Muffliato," Regulus said in a tired voice, before turning back to face Sirius. "Get out of here, now," he said breathily.
Sirius was taken aback, "Why?" he asked, confused.
Regulus sighed and rushed over to his brother, grasping his forearms, which were also sticky with his blood. "Get out now. There's no way she's going to let you live here peacefully. You need to get out while you can, I'll try to hold her off."
Sirius was completely bewildered, "What? Listen- Reg, you can't do this. She'll know that you've helped me. She won't spare you, and I'm talking about the pair of them."
Regulus sighed before staring in his brother's equally stormy grey eyes, "Don't you see? She thinks I'm the better son, and as long as you play the hoodlum, I will be fine. Just rough me up a little, and that'll take her mind off of you for a moment. You'll be able to get outside and go. Lay low at Alphard's or Andromeda's, alright?"
Sirius shook his head stubbornly, "Reg I'm not leaving you here with her. Come with me!" he said determinedly.
Regulus shook his head, "No. They'd expect this from you, not me. The shock alone would kill mum. They need to have one son." Regulus turned away from Sirius, "I'm sorry for everything," he said bitterly.
Sirius wasn't prepared for this and gave his brother a hug, something he hadn't done in years. "Be good, and if she's giving you a hard time, let me know, okay?"
Regulus nodded but knew he would never tell Sirius anything. His brother had suffered enough at the hands of his family, and Regulus did not want him to come running back, under any circumstances. He hugged his brother, "Happy Birthday" Regulus muttered inn Sirius's ear, before being shoved away, tripping over the suitcase and landing hard on his back.
"AND STAY AWAY FROM ME!" Sirius screamed, winking at his brother.
Walburga was banging on the door furiously, "You b*****, leave my dear son alone."
Sirius quickly wiped some of his blood on Regulus, adding to what had already gotten on him when they'd hugged. "Act like you're hurt," he muttered in his brother's ear, as he bewitched his trunk to act feather light, and pointed his wand at the door. He took a deep breath and said, 'Alohomora.'
His mother flew into the room, and Sirius quickly sidestepped her, ignoring Regulus' groans of pain in the corner. Sirius quickly ran through the door, shutting it behind him and chucking his trunk down the stairs. He ran after it, and noticed that Kreacher was lurking by the front door.
"Move, elf" Sirius spat.
The elf smiled maliciously "Kreacher does not take orders from traitors. . . . He serves the Noble House of Black."
"MOVE!" Sirius cried, desperation in his voice.
The elf shook his head, and Sirius in a final move, picked the elf up and tossed him bodily behind him. He grabbed his trunk, and placed his hand on the doorknob.
Just then, there was a loud thump, and he turned around. His mother was standing by the stairs, her wand pointed directly at Sirius. "Move and I kill you," she said in a final-sort of tone.
"Bit too late for that, seeing as you've already killed me," he said sourly.
His mother's eyes narrowed, "What did you say, scum?" she asked.
Sirius' wand was curled in the fist that held the trunk's straps, which he was using to bring it closer to the door. "I'm done," he muttered looking at the floor. "I'M DONE! I HATE IT HERE! I HATE ALL OF YOU! I'M LEAVING!" He shouted at Walburga.
"You have no place here," she replied. "You are no son of mine," she said, looking at Sirius with a look of deepest loathing and disgust.
Sirius wrenched the door open and heaved his trunk out with him. He slammed the door shut behind him, and held a hand over his eyes, which were being blinded by the shock of moonlight, something he hadn't been exposed to in over a month. He hurried down the stone steps and to the end of sidewalk, where he used the cover of night to hide his injuries.
Looking over his shoulder, thrust out his arm, holding the wand tightly. He'd never used the Knight Bus before, and didn't know how long he had to wait for it to arrive. He looked over his shoulder so often, one would think he had a twitch. Suddenly, coming barreling down the road, was a purple blur that came to a halt right in front of Sirius. He looked up at the triple decker apprehensively, but knew it was his only way to leave home.
A middle aged man stood on the deck and quickly jumped off, picking up Sirius' suitcase and saying; "-name is Ernest Prang, and I will be your conductor this evening." He looked over his shoulder at Sirius who was staring at the bus in amazement. "Well c'mon then boy, don't have all day, do we?"
Sirius shook himself out of his reverie and followed the man onto the bus, where he saw, not chairs, but rows of beds. He went and sat down at the farthest one, where Ernest had placed his trunk.
Ernest was eyeing Sirius with great interest, and Sirius knew that it was because of all his wounds.
Sirius opened his trunk, and was glad to see that Regulus had placed his moneybag at the top of the pile. He quickly fished out some sickles and shoved them in the man's hand. "Potter Mansion, and don't ask questions" he said.
Ernest knocked twice on the glass pane behind him, where the driver was sitting. "Potter Mansion," he said, and less than two seconds later, they were zooming along the countryside, and out of London.
Sirius nodded gratefully at Ernest, and watched as the zoomed onto a highway, and then through some small lanes, until they reached a solitary lane where, upon a hill was a grey stone Mansion, with a single light shining through a window on the bottom floor. He quickly stood up, picked up his trunk, and waved to Ernest and the driver, "Thanks."
The moment he'd stepped off the bus, it had vanished and he made his way up the steep drive, hoping to God that Mr. and Mrs. Potter wouldn't kick a fit when they saw him covered in blood, which was slowly congealing. He managed to heave himself up to the burgundy door, where he knocked three times with the Griffin door knocker.
He braced himself and waited for the yelling to commence, but was surprised when the door was flung open.
He covered his face once more and waited for his eyes to adjust. When they did, he noticed that there was only one figure standing in front of him.
"Sirius?" said the voice in naught but a whisper. It was one he'd recognized instantly; Demi. "Come inside, quickly."
He felt someone relieve him from holding the trunk, which had begun to feel quite heavy, and usher him inside, with soft hands. For a few moments, he felt as though he were floating, and soon was placed on something soft.
By the time his eyes had adjusted and his head had stopped feeling light and dizzy, he found himself in the guest room he had stayed in during the Christmas break. He looked to his right, and saw Demi, her wand tucked behind her ear, her hair pinned up, and a phial of clear liquid, which she was applying to the wounds with a cotton ball. "Oh Sirius" she muttered, as tears dripped down her face.
Sirius lifted an arm and wiped a few of them away, smirking. "I thought I'd be the one that was crying" he said, trying to make her laugh. It worked, as she smiled slightly, continuing to heal him.
"I'm probably going to regret asking this, but what happened?" she asked, putting away the medicine and looking at him.
Sirius sighed before reciting the whole story to her. She didn't flinch or gasp as he spoke of the fights he'd had over the past few weeks. "Then I got on to the bus and headed over here. They wouldn't know where to find me," he finished, as he took a sip of water.
Demi was annoyed, "I knew I should've come down there. James, Remus, Peter, and I have been sending you letters the entire summer, and you didn't respond to any of them. I told Mum and Dad, and they said if you didn't respond then I should go and get you." She put her head in her hands and sniffed.
Sirius smiled at her, "It's not your fault that this happened. It's them, they're the mad ones. Speaking of family, where are James and the others? Tingle?" Sirius had expected his untimely arrival to wake the others up.
She looked up at him and smiled, "The Potters are all at a distant relation's wedding, and seeing as I don't even know them, I decided to stay behind. As for Tingle, he's on vacation."
Sirius tried to imagine the old elf lying on a beach somewhere and laughed. Demi looked at him and smirked, "The beach vision?" she asked, and he nodded.
He tried to sit up, but realized that he was unable to, due to the several cuts, burns, bruises, and half-healed bones he had in his torso. He flinched slightly, and hoped that Demi didn't notice this. He was, however, very unlucky.
She quickly bent forwards and looked at him, "There are more, aren't there?" she asked.
Knowing she'd check regardless he nodded and managed to lift his shirt up, and expose his abdomen, which was checkered with bruises.
Demi looked up at him, her eyes wide and propped Sirius up on some pillows, before removing his shirt, and looking over his chest, which was marred by a particularly large and deep gash.
"I thought this would have been more of a fifth date thing," Sirius said, indicating his bare chest.
Demi ignored him and produced some dittany, which she dabbed on the gash. A moment later, the skin began to knit itself back together. She was expecting Sirius to show some pain, but his tolerance had become quite high, having lived with his abusive family for five years.
She pulled out the phial of clear liquid and soon, all marks vanished from his body. "Is that all, or am I going to have to bathe you in the stuff?" she asked, trying to lighten up the mood.
Sirius' bark-like laugh filled the room, "No that's all, but if you want to bathe me, I don't mind" he said, wiggling his eyebrows.
She shook her head and stood up, "You look starved, I'll be right back."
Sirius watched her go, and realized that there was something different about her. While her skin used to be pale and chalk-white the last time he'd seen her, she'd become slightly tanned, as though she'd spent five weeks in the sun. Her body had also changed, and her hips had become slightly curvier, and her butt was ". . . Amazing" Sirius murmured, watching her leave. He stretched and placed both hands behind his head, and glanced over at the clock, which read 1:40 am.
He found it hard to believe that less than two hours ago, he was sitting in his room back at Grimmauld Place reading a manual. He waited a few moments and Demi returned, her wand tucked behind her hair, and a large platter of sandwiches and a pitcher of ice cold pumpkin juice in her hands.
She placed them down on the nightstand, and poured some juice out for Sirius, who'd gone for the food immediately, shoving it into his mouth and chewing it with a blissful look on his face.
"You're staying here," Demi said softly, as she moved his long hair out of his face.
Sirius looked up at her curiously.
Demi continued, "You're going to live here. With the Potters and I."
"Thank you," said Sirius before taking another bite out of a sandwich. He patted the space next to him and looked at her, pouting and his grey eyes wide.
Demi smiled, "You know I could never resist your puppy dog face" she laughed, placing her wand on the nightstand, along with Sirius' as she stood up, walked round, and sat next to him, her back propped up on the headboard.
"You look different," Sirius said, as she placed her head on his shoulder.
"Yeah, I spent some time in the sun" Demi replied, "James and I went to the beach."
Sirius groaned, "You were in a bikini? And I missed it?" he said, finishing the last of his sandwich and draining the glass of pumpkin juice. He turned to face her and noticed she'd gone slightly red. "Hey," he said, placing a finger under her chin and forcing her to look up at him. He looked in her black eyes and said, "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."
She smiled, "You didn't make me uncomfortable. I just realized how much I missed you over the break. I wish you could've come with us" she said, giving him a hug.
Sirius quickly pulled her on top of him, until he she sitting in his lap. He pulled her hair out of its bun and smiled, "That's better."
She smiled and kissed him gently.
Soon the pair were snogging quite furiously, and it wasn't until Sirius grimaced in pain as she nudged a spot where a bruise was still healing that Demi quickly stopped and slid back next to him. "Sorry," she muttered, smiling at him.
"Its fine," Sirius said, kissing her on the forehead before getting out of the bed and walking over to the trunk, which he opened and began to rummage through.
"Shower?" she asked the back of his head.
"Yeah," he replied, gathering some of his stuff and heading into the adjoining washroom, "Want to join me?" he laughed.
"Sure" she replied sarcastically before rolling over and standing up. She walked round the bed and picked up the dishes, "I'll just get these cleaned up," she said, heading out of the room and shutting the door.
Sirius gave his hair a little ruffle, of which James would be proud and headed off in to the bathroom.
A few minutes later, Sirius emerged from the washroom dressed in a pair of sweatpants and his Gryffindor Quidditch Team shirt. He yawned before he tossed his bloodied clothes into a hamper. He was planning on collapsing onto his bed, but was surprised to see that it had been stripped down. He looked around and jumped slightly when he saw Demi wander into the room, with a new set of sheets.
"There was blood all over the old ones, and I highly doubt that would have been considered hospitable," she said, as she plopped the fresh linens onto the bed. With a flick of her wand, the sheets began to wrap themselves around and a moment later, the bed was freshly made.
"Thanks," Sirius said, immediately climbing into the bed and giving a sigh of relief. He looked over at Demi who was smiling at him, "Come here." She placed her wand on the dresser and laid next to him, as she'd done before. "Thank you" he said, giving her another kiss. She gave him one back and soon the pair were so entangled with one another they couldn't tell whose limbs were whose.
Eventually the pair tired and Sirius glanced over at the clock, which read 3:00 am. "I'm going to go to bed," Demi said, rolling over as though she were going to get up. She immediately felt a pair of arms wrap themselves around her and pull her back into the bed. She rolled over and was greeted by Sirius' grey eyes, and pouted face. "Can you stay here?" he pleaded.
Demi nodded her head, "Let me change clothes first, okay?" she said, planting a kiss on his nose and sitting up.
Sirius sat up as well and pulled off his shirt. "Here," he said, offering it to her.
She laughed as she took it, and stood up. "So we're at that stage of the relationship, huh?" she asked as she pulled off her top and quickly pulled the shirt over her head. She wriggled out of her pants and gave him a sidelong look, 'Don't laugh" she said. A moment later, she pulled her bra out from under her t-shirt, and Sirius had to stuff his fist in his mouth so as not to laugh.
Demi smiled, "What? Don't you remember what it's like to wear one of these, or should I help you remember?"
That wiped the smirk of Sirius' face as he quickly pulled back the sheets and Demi clambered back in. "Are you sure the Potters won't be back by the morning?" He asked. His mind wandered to what would happen if he was woken up in the morning by the sound of screaming, most of which was from James. He shuddered and waited for Demi's response.
"They're coming back this evening, by portkey and Tingle's coming on the 30th," she said as she turned to face him.
Sirius wrapped his arms around her and brought her close to him, so that she was pressed against his chest. "Thank you," he said, before closing his eyes and resting his head next to hers.
Demi watched as he slowly fell asleep, for once, the lines of trouble, anxiousness, and worry had vanished from his face, and he looked peaceful. She smiled and gingerly placed a kiss on his lips before falling asleep as well.
Sirius was the first to wake up, and was half-expecting the events of the previous night to be a dream and to find himself back in Grimmauld Place. He opened his eyes and found himself in a comfortable bed, with sunlight pouring through the white drapes. He blinked a few times and looked to his left where he saw Demi resting against his chest, sleeping peacefully. Her hair was all tangled, and she probably thought she was a mess, but Sirius couldn't disagree more; she looked beautiful.
He watched her sleep for a while, before glancing over at the clock, which read 9 am. He turned back to her and was surprised to see that she was wide awake. "Happy Birthday," she said, before giving him a kiss. He quickly placed his hand on the back of her neck and soon was hovering over her, placing his weight on his forearms and legs, planting kisses all over her neck and chest. He was slowly pushing up her shirt and running his hands over her bare legs. A moment later, he stopped and rolled over, sighing.
"What is it?" Demi asked, rolling over and looking at him curiously. He'd somehow managed to mess her hair up even more, but she didn't seem to mind.
Sirius ran a hand through his hair before turning to face her, "I can't do this to him."
Demi nodded. The decision not to tell James about their relationship was one that hovered over their heads like a boulder waiting to fall. "I understand, and I won't make you do anything that you don't want to do." She snuggled closer to him and he managed to pull her over so she lay on top of him, her long locks tickling his bare chest.
Sirius moved a few strands out of her face and kissed her before saying, "Maybe we ought to tell Mr. and Mrs. Potter? They have a right to know what's going on under their own roof now that I might be staying here."
Demi nodded, "We'll tell them." She said, before moving off of him and getting out of the bed. She wandered over to the dresser and picked up her wand. "Accio" she said, and a moment later a thin rectangular package appeared and she placed it in his lap. "Your birthday present," she stated, looking at him eagerly "Oh, go on then! Open it!"
He obliged and tore off the brown paper to reveal a golden pocket watch in the shape of a lion's head. "Wow," he said, looking at the engraving. He opened it and saw a clear watch with small numbers. The hand was a lion's claw and on the opposite side was a small little place for a picture. He stood up, walked towards Demi, picked her up and dumped her on the bed, before climbing in after her. "That- was-the-best-present-ever" he said, planting kisses on her between each word.
"What's up with you and all the kissing?" she laughed as he stopped and laid down next to her, holding her hand.
Sirius turned to face her, "I've liked you for so long and the fact that you're my girlfriend is just too unbelievable. I had to watch you go through guys who weren't worthy of you, and I didn't think I was either. But you make me feel like I am." He looked over and saw that Demi had tears in her eyes, "You are the best thing I have in this life, and I would die before I let anything happen to you."
Demi placed her hand over his mouth, a tear rolled down her cheek. "Don't ever talk about dying in front of me, please?"
Sirius nodded as he moved her hand off his mouth, "You almost died in front of me."
Demi sighed, "You saved me, and for that I owe you my life," she said.
Sirius squeezed her hand, "You don't owe me anything. Except birthday sex," he stated plainly.
Demi laughed at his bluntness, "Yeah-uh, that's not happening. But how does a birthday breakfast sound?" she asked.
Sirius jumped up, "FOOD!" he cried.
"Yes, Sirius. Food," Demi replied getting up and heading off to her room, picking up her belongings. "I'll be done cooking in fifteen, so be downstairs, okay?"
Sirius nodded as he stood up and stretched. Yawning, he began to gather his stuff for a shower and noticed something laying on the floor; a bra. He bent down and picked it up, smirking. Shaking his head, he quickly tossed it into the hamper as well, before going into the washroom.
Twenty minutes later, the pair were downstairs enjoying breakfast when the front door burst open.
Demi and Sirius jumped as they turned to see who it was. A moment later, a tall, bespectacled raven-haired boy came bounding down the hall. He stopped short of the table before quickly running over and hugging them, "Padfoot, Demi, my friends!" He planted a kiss on both their heads before letting go of Demi and whispering in Sirius' ear "I have your present upstairs, and I'll give it to you later."
He quickly sat down and poured himself some food.
A moment later, Mr. and Mrs. Potter came down the hall as well, and smiled at the sight of the three kids. "Sirius! When did you get here?" Mrs. Potter asked, as she pulled out a seat.
"Uh, last night" Sirius replied, not looking at Demi.
"That late?" Mr. Potter asked, "Is everything alright?"
Sirius sighed before placing his knife and fork down, "I-uh, got in to a fight with my mum, and she . . . disowned me."
James' fork clattered on the plate, while the two adults stopped in the middle of pouring themselves some food.
"What?" asked Mr. Potter sharply.
"They disowned you?" said Mrs. Potter.
Sirius nodded, and waited patiently for them to start doing something adult-like. What he didn't expect was for Mrs. Potter to place her hands over his and say, "Well, it's their loss." Sirius looked up at her in shock, and was greeted by her kind, reassuring smile.
"They don't know what a smart, sensible, and honest young man they have in their midst. And while they don't appreciate it, I certainly do," said Mr. Potter nodding at Sirius, who smiled weakly, thinking about Demi and his self.
"That settles it then, you're going to stay with us" Mrs. Potter said, as she continued to pour herself and her husband breakfast.
They ate steadily, and soon, it was 11:30 am, and moments after they'd finished eating, James stood up and yawned, "I'm going to catch a few more hours of sleep," he said, nodding to Demi and his parents, before winking at Sirius and mouthing, "come to my room when you're done."
Sirius nodded, and watched as James went up the stairs. It wasn't till he heard his best friend's door shut that he turned to face the Potters, "I am honoured and deeply touched that you are allowing me house here," he began, nudging Demi's foot to indicate that he was about to say something relative to them. He saw her place her own cutlery down and listen. "Nevertheless, I believe that I owe it to myself and yourselves to tell you the truth." He took a deep breath before saying, "I'm dating your daughter." He looked over at Demi, who smiled back at him and placed a hand over his. "And I care about her more than anything in the world, and I hope that you approve of her choice. If not, then I would be glad to make myself scarce."
He and Demi looked back at the Potters who were unmoving and showed no emotion or recognition at what Sirius had said. A second later Mrs. Potter beamed at the pair, "I knew it!" she cackled, holding out her hand to her husband, "Ten Galleons, Jack."
Mr. Potter smirked as he rummaged around in his pocket, before placing a handful of gold in his wife's outstretched hand. "You win," he muttered looking at his wife's glee-filled face. He turned back to Sirius and Demi before saying, "I don't mind that you are going out. But I don't want any funny business between the two of you while you're under this roof, okay?"
The pair nodded before Demi and Mrs. Potter headed over to the kitchen to wash their dishes, and headed upstairs, Mrs. Potter interested in how and when the pair had gotten together.
Mr. Potter was equally as interested, and turned to face Sirius, his face showing the signs of wisdom and old age. "I'm going to ask you some questions, and I want an honest answer, alright?"
Sirius looked him in the eyes and nodded.
"Good," Mr. Potter said, folding his hands, "When did this begin?"
"The end of fifth year" Sirius replied.
"And have you told James, or anyone else?" he asked.
"No," replied Sirius. "James would go crazy and we thought it was best if you and Mrs. Potter found out first. We plan on telling James, I just don't know when."
Mr. Potter nodded, "Very well, and I don't mind that you aren't telling James. It's your relationship and whatever you do it between yourselves. But I must say this; if you hurt her in any way, I swear I will make your life as complicated as possible."
Sirius gulped and nodded once more, unable to speak. Mr. Potter's face cracked into a smile and he stood up, waved his wand, and cleared the plates. "You are excused, Sirius," he said.
Sirius nodded, "Thank you" he said quickly, before heading upstairs and knocking on James' door. He had a second to regain his composure before the door swung open and he was pulled in.
"Here you go mate," said James, as he shoved two book-like objects into Sirius' hands.
Sirius ripped open the paper on one, and was greeted by his own reflection, "A mirror?" he asked apprehensively.
James smirked, "Not just any old mirror. Say my name."
Sirius cocked an eyebrow before saying, "James Potter." A moment later the reflection rippled and he was staring at James' face.
He quickly turned to his best friend, who was holding a similar mirror, and watched as James said, "Hello Padfoot."
Sirius heard the voice echo from the mirror, "So we can speak to one another?" he asked, amazed.
"Yup," said James. "Wipe the screen with your wrist and it'll cut the connection." Sirius followed James' instructions and was once again greeted by his own reflection. "I got it in Diagon Alley, at this shop that sells old auror artefacts."
"It's brilliant Prongs. Really," Sirius said, placing the mirror aside and opening the other gift. He was greeted with an actual book, labeled Twelve Fail-Safe ways to Char Witches. Sirius scoffed, "Do you really think I need this?" he asked, looking at his friend with amusement.
James shrugged, "I've gotten all that I could out of it, and I'm hoping that if this year is better than the last, that Lily will come around. Eventually," he said as he pushed up his glasses.
"Oh, yeah, definitely" said Sirius sarcastically. He got up and picked up the two gifts, and vanished the wrappings, as James laid down. "Going to nap," he said as he punched his pillow into shape. "Want to go for a round of Quidditch later?" he asked.
"Sure," said Sirius heading out of the room and shutting the door behind him. He wandered over to his own, closed the door, and sat down on his bed, where he began to browse through the small book.
"Chapter One: Who's that Witch?" Sirius murmured, as he began to read in his head.