Title: A Favor
Rating: T
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Fleamont/Euphemia, Alphard
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em - not making any money off 'em. Dern it.
Word Count: 539
Summary: Alphard goes to the Potters and asks for a favor.
Notes:
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: St. Patricks Day Pub Crawl - Prompts - Pairing: Fleamont/Euphemia, Character: Alphard Black, A lucky charm, Song: Ronan Boyzone - Life Is a Rollercoaster, Dialogue: "Thank you for seeing me on such short notice."
Hey baby, you really got me flying tonight
Fleamont smiled at Euphemia. Whenever he looked at her, he felt like he was on top of the world.
He had been worried about what would happen when James went to Hogwarts. For so long, they had their son constantly around. They hadn't been able to get much time alone and with James suddenly gone, Fleamont had feared there would be awkwardness between him and his wife.
Thankfully, they easily fell back into old patterns, from before Euphemia's pregnancy. He went to her and wrapped his arms around her waist. He told her his good news about his day at the Ministry, how the Minster would actually consider the law Fleamont wanted to have made.
"Before you, I don't think it would have happened. You're my lucky charm. I'm not sure what I would do without you."
"Would you say I had you flying?" Euphemia asked with a grin.
Fleamont chuckled. "Every time I look at you." He leaned down, his lips close to her neck, but before he could kiss her, the wards announced a person stepping onto their property.
"That must be Alphard," Euphemia mused.
Fleamont straightened his spine. Most of the Blacks he couldn't stand. The majority of them were Pure-blood bigots. And despite the fact Fleamont was a Pure-blood himself, he believed whether a person was Pure-blood, Half-blood, or even Muggle-born, didn't make a difference about the type of witch or wizard the person turned out to be.
Even so, Alphard was one of the more tolerable Blacks. He didn't seem to share his family's beliefs. That was the only reason Fleamont was giving Sirius Black the benefit of the doubt when James wrote home about becoming friends with the boy. He raised James to be open-minded, so if he wanted to be friends with Sirius, there had to be a reason for it.
Fleamont went to open the door and welcome Alphard inside.
"What can we do for you, Alphard?" Euphemia asked.
"First of all, I want to say thank you for seeing me on such short notice."
The Potters waited.
"You son is friends with my nephew."
Fleamont nodded. "And?"
"Already, Sirius is a bit rebellious. He does everything he can do be the exact opposite of what Walburga and Orion want."
Euphemia raised an eyebrow. "And?"
Alphard's eyes were solemn. "Sirius won't survive our family. He'll be tossed out before he's seventeen. I guarantee it. I would like to ask you that when the time comes, you look out for him. I'm going to do my best to take care of him, but there's only so much I'll be able to do."
Fleamont and Euphemia shared a look. That was a lot of responsibility Alphard was asking them to take on, but if he became that good of a friend to James, they knew they'd do whatever they could to help Sirius.
"Okay," Euphemia said. "If the time comes—"
"Not if. When," Alphard interrupted.
Fleamont continued, "When the time comes, we'll look after Sirius."
And five years later, when sixteen-year old Sirius ran away from home, the Potters kept their promise to Alphard and took their son's best friend into their home and gained a second son out of the deal.