Disclaimer: I wish that I came up with the idea for Harry Potter and wrote
all of the books, but unfortunately, I am only a huge fan. Thanks to J.K.
Rowling for penning this fantastic series.
Sirius Black leaned backward in his chair, tipping its front legs off the ground.. Molly Weasley eyed him with an exasperated look on her face. "You're going to fall off of that thing, Sirius," she said and rolled her eyes toward the ceiling. With a flick of her wand, Molly sent the plate that had been home to a ham and cheese sandwich just seconds before, flying into the kitchen at Grimmauld Place. "You'd think that you might be civilized enough to clean up after yourself."
Sirius smirked playfully. He always liked to get a rise out of Molly Weasley, since she always expressed such public dislike for him. Her husband, Arthur, had been killed one year ago during the battle with Death Eaters at the Ministry of Magic. Arthur had sacrificed his life for Harry Potter's, and he was remembered by all of the wizarding world as a hero. Molly had never fully recovered from the death of her beloved husband, and the Weasley clan was not the same. Voldemort was still yet to be defeated, and his supporters were increasing by the day. The Order of the Phoenix was assembled as tightly as ever and maintained their headquarters at Grimmauld Place in London, former home of the Black family. With Ginny and Ron at Hogwarts, Fred and George living in London as very successful mischief shop entrepreneurs and Bill and Charlie both wrapped up in their respective jobs, Molly Weasley did not find the Burrow a comfortable place to be. Percy had not attended his father's funeral, nor had he kept in contact with any members of his family. The Order of the Phoenix feared that Percy had been swayed to the side of Lord Voldemort, as increasing evidence suggested that he was in cahoots with some of the most notorious Death Eaters, Lucius Malfoy included. Molly now lived at Grimmauld Place with Remus Lupin and Sirius Black, while keeping up the Burrow when she could bear it. It was full of Arthur, and she could only manage being there for a half an hour before breaking down uncontrollably. She disguised her pain and the real reasons why she could not bear to live at Burrow while the children were away by telling the other members of the Order that it was for the interest of their efforts that she maintained Grimmauld Place and remained there at all times to be in a contact post. No one questioned her or objected to her wishes, even though Lupin and Sirius already lived there and were available in the case of an emergency.
"Honestly, Sirius," Molly began again. "You act like an overgrown child." Sirius continued to smile. She liked to take chides at him, but Sirius did not mind. He found Molly to be humorous even when she intended not to be, and he had developed a certain affinity for her. She was a fantastic mother and had been an exceptional wife. Sirius certainly felt that Arthur was, had been, a very lucky man. Molly was also an extraordinary member of the Order of the Phoenix. She mothered all of its members and worked hard to keep spirits up and friendships strong. Sirius thought that without her at Grimmauld Place, it would be very lonely and lifeless indeed.
Molly sighed as she flicked her wand once more to retrieve dirty plates, cups and bowls from around the room. Silverware was no where in sight, since Sirius ate, in Molly's view, much as the dog that he literally was. She sighed again and rolled her eyes just to add some extra emphasis to her disgust with Sirius' lazy living habits. The playful smile remained on his face.
Wooosh! A jet of light shot out from Sirius's wand and each of the items that Molly had sent into the kitchen were now animatedly flying around the house! Lupin came down the stairs as a cup whipped past his head, "What in Merlin's name." he remarked as a plate chased the house elf Kreacher into the basement.
"SIRIUS!" scolded Molly in a voice that would've frozen even the most notorious pranksters, Fred and George Weasley, in fear. "I'VE HAD ENOUGH!" With a very violent flick of her wand, Molly had stopped all of the dinnerware from its flying parade around the house and set it all upon Sirius, in a surprise attack. Sirius laughed as he fought off dirty bowls, cups and plates, while Molly's face fumed in a crimson color and imaginary smoke rose from her ears. She walked into the kitchen and left Lupin to rescue the now hysterically laughing Sirius from the attack of dirty dishes.
"I don't know why you have to constantly push her buttons," Lupin said as he took it upon himself to finish the cleaning that Molly had started. Sirius's laughter was dying down, but he still had his trademark mischievous smirk on his face. "It's fun to get a rise out of her, that's all," he said.
"She's going through enough, Sirius. Molly doesn't need to deal with you getting into rows with her all of the time, too." Lupin flew the dishes into the kitchen and made sure that they began immediately cleaning themselves so that Molly would not have to be bothered.
Sirius's eyes lost their playful glimmer. "I know what she's going through, Lupin. We both do," he said as he looked up at his lifelong friend. Lupin nodded in agreement. The friends knew all too well the pain of losing a loved one. James and Lily Potter had been gone for about seventeen years now, but the pain of their deaths was still fresh in both the hearts and minds of Sirius and Lupin. Lupin knew that Sirius did not mean to hurt Molly with his playful teasing, but neither him nor Sirius knew exactly what it felt like to lose someone to whom you had devoted your entire life and every action to. Arthur was Molly's husband, and they had pledged their eternal love to only one another. The Marauders had been best friends, the kind of friends that only destiny allows. They were closer than human ties could bind, which is why even after James' passing Sirius and Lupin could still feel him alive inside of both of them and, of course, in Harry. But neither had ever lost a lover, a spouse, to death. Neither had ever lost someone with whom they had shared children and a deeply committed, bonded life. Molly Weasley had been stripped of all of her dreams, the life that she had expected to lead to a very old age with Arthur and their children. Now she was left alone, while her children were out living their lives and dealing with the deal of their father in the presence of friends. Molly lived in Grimmauld Place with Sirius and Lupin, feeling most of the time as if no one really lived there at all but her and her relentless grief.
Sirius's expression had become sullen, and Lupin noticed that he no longer possessed his characteristic happy-go-lucky demeanor. "You all right, Padfoot?" Lupin asked. He had not meant to make Sirius feel bad for goading Molly. "Yeah, yeah, Moony. I'm fine. Just a little tired. I gotta check on Buckbeak," Sirius replied. Lupin could detect a trace of sorrow and shame in Sirius's voice.
Sirius Black leaned backward in his chair, tipping its front legs off the ground.. Molly Weasley eyed him with an exasperated look on her face. "You're going to fall off of that thing, Sirius," she said and rolled her eyes toward the ceiling. With a flick of her wand, Molly sent the plate that had been home to a ham and cheese sandwich just seconds before, flying into the kitchen at Grimmauld Place. "You'd think that you might be civilized enough to clean up after yourself."
Sirius smirked playfully. He always liked to get a rise out of Molly Weasley, since she always expressed such public dislike for him. Her husband, Arthur, had been killed one year ago during the battle with Death Eaters at the Ministry of Magic. Arthur had sacrificed his life for Harry Potter's, and he was remembered by all of the wizarding world as a hero. Molly had never fully recovered from the death of her beloved husband, and the Weasley clan was not the same. Voldemort was still yet to be defeated, and his supporters were increasing by the day. The Order of the Phoenix was assembled as tightly as ever and maintained their headquarters at Grimmauld Place in London, former home of the Black family. With Ginny and Ron at Hogwarts, Fred and George living in London as very successful mischief shop entrepreneurs and Bill and Charlie both wrapped up in their respective jobs, Molly Weasley did not find the Burrow a comfortable place to be. Percy had not attended his father's funeral, nor had he kept in contact with any members of his family. The Order of the Phoenix feared that Percy had been swayed to the side of Lord Voldemort, as increasing evidence suggested that he was in cahoots with some of the most notorious Death Eaters, Lucius Malfoy included. Molly now lived at Grimmauld Place with Remus Lupin and Sirius Black, while keeping up the Burrow when she could bear it. It was full of Arthur, and she could only manage being there for a half an hour before breaking down uncontrollably. She disguised her pain and the real reasons why she could not bear to live at Burrow while the children were away by telling the other members of the Order that it was for the interest of their efforts that she maintained Grimmauld Place and remained there at all times to be in a contact post. No one questioned her or objected to her wishes, even though Lupin and Sirius already lived there and were available in the case of an emergency.
"Honestly, Sirius," Molly began again. "You act like an overgrown child." Sirius continued to smile. She liked to take chides at him, but Sirius did not mind. He found Molly to be humorous even when she intended not to be, and he had developed a certain affinity for her. She was a fantastic mother and had been an exceptional wife. Sirius certainly felt that Arthur was, had been, a very lucky man. Molly was also an extraordinary member of the Order of the Phoenix. She mothered all of its members and worked hard to keep spirits up and friendships strong. Sirius thought that without her at Grimmauld Place, it would be very lonely and lifeless indeed.
Molly sighed as she flicked her wand once more to retrieve dirty plates, cups and bowls from around the room. Silverware was no where in sight, since Sirius ate, in Molly's view, much as the dog that he literally was. She sighed again and rolled her eyes just to add some extra emphasis to her disgust with Sirius' lazy living habits. The playful smile remained on his face.
Wooosh! A jet of light shot out from Sirius's wand and each of the items that Molly had sent into the kitchen were now animatedly flying around the house! Lupin came down the stairs as a cup whipped past his head, "What in Merlin's name." he remarked as a plate chased the house elf Kreacher into the basement.
"SIRIUS!" scolded Molly in a voice that would've frozen even the most notorious pranksters, Fred and George Weasley, in fear. "I'VE HAD ENOUGH!" With a very violent flick of her wand, Molly had stopped all of the dinnerware from its flying parade around the house and set it all upon Sirius, in a surprise attack. Sirius laughed as he fought off dirty bowls, cups and plates, while Molly's face fumed in a crimson color and imaginary smoke rose from her ears. She walked into the kitchen and left Lupin to rescue the now hysterically laughing Sirius from the attack of dirty dishes.
"I don't know why you have to constantly push her buttons," Lupin said as he took it upon himself to finish the cleaning that Molly had started. Sirius's laughter was dying down, but he still had his trademark mischievous smirk on his face. "It's fun to get a rise out of her, that's all," he said.
"She's going through enough, Sirius. Molly doesn't need to deal with you getting into rows with her all of the time, too." Lupin flew the dishes into the kitchen and made sure that they began immediately cleaning themselves so that Molly would not have to be bothered.
Sirius's eyes lost their playful glimmer. "I know what she's going through, Lupin. We both do," he said as he looked up at his lifelong friend. Lupin nodded in agreement. The friends knew all too well the pain of losing a loved one. James and Lily Potter had been gone for about seventeen years now, but the pain of their deaths was still fresh in both the hearts and minds of Sirius and Lupin. Lupin knew that Sirius did not mean to hurt Molly with his playful teasing, but neither him nor Sirius knew exactly what it felt like to lose someone to whom you had devoted your entire life and every action to. Arthur was Molly's husband, and they had pledged their eternal love to only one another. The Marauders had been best friends, the kind of friends that only destiny allows. They were closer than human ties could bind, which is why even after James' passing Sirius and Lupin could still feel him alive inside of both of them and, of course, in Harry. But neither had ever lost a lover, a spouse, to death. Neither had ever lost someone with whom they had shared children and a deeply committed, bonded life. Molly Weasley had been stripped of all of her dreams, the life that she had expected to lead to a very old age with Arthur and their children. Now she was left alone, while her children were out living their lives and dealing with the deal of their father in the presence of friends. Molly lived in Grimmauld Place with Sirius and Lupin, feeling most of the time as if no one really lived there at all but her and her relentless grief.
Sirius's expression had become sullen, and Lupin noticed that he no longer possessed his characteristic happy-go-lucky demeanor. "You all right, Padfoot?" Lupin asked. He had not meant to make Sirius feel bad for goading Molly. "Yeah, yeah, Moony. I'm fine. Just a little tired. I gotta check on Buckbeak," Sirius replied. Lupin could detect a trace of sorrow and shame in Sirius's voice.