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"What was so urgent?" asked Sirius, sneering at her.

Sia took off her jacket and placed it on the rack near the door. Stepping into the kitchen, she quickly fixed up two cups of coffee and brought the mugs outside. She handed him one of the cups but he just raised an eyebrow at her.

"Come on," he continued, as she placed the cup on the table in front of them. "What did you want to say so terribly that you had to attack 3 Aurors in the process? Giving me a last cup of coffee before I get caught by the Ministry?"

"I know where he is."

"What?"

"I know where Pettigrew is," she continued, sipping her coffee. His expression changed immediately as he sat down beside her with some amount of urgency. "I'm just trying to figure out how to build a case for you once we catch him."

"Where is he?" asked Sirius.

"At the Weasleys'. Apparently, Percy's got a new pet rat. Which has a toe missing. Very convenient timing actually," she said, setting down her cup and giving him his own.

"Do you know it's definitely him?"

"I need to confirm that. The only problem is that I've never seen him in his Animagus form. You'll have to do that," she said with a frown. "Now I'm just thinking of how to arrange that. You can't just walk into The Burrow. You're a wanted mass murderer."

Sirius barked out a laugh. He suddenly felt a lot better. Even though things in life weren't ideal, listening to her debating options reminded him of when they were back in Hogwarts. When most of their friends weren't dead or traitors to the dark side. She glanced at him and arched an eyebrow.

"I'm sure it's amusing to be referred to as a 'wanted mass murderer'," she said, biting back a grin. "When was the last time you ate? Or bathed?"

"I'm offended," he gasped in mock horror. "That you would think so low of me!"

"I'll get some dinner ready. You can shower here," she said, pointing in the direction of a bathroom.

"I don't think this is the best time to try and see me naked," he said with a smirk.

"Just go and shower," she said, scrunching up her nose. "And leave your clothes outside. I'll try and find something that you can wear for now."

His lips lifted into a smirk and he walked off in the direction she had pointed in. Sighing heavily, Sia picked up the clothes he had thrown outside, holding the articles of clothing at arms length. Checking the tags, she was able to ascertain the size and wondered if perhaps one of her other friends might have something that would fit.

Then another idea struck her. Checking the time, she grabbed her wand and purse and quickly apparated into London. Luckily a lot of the shops were still open and she popped into one of the nearest ones, purchasing a few necessary items and disapparating back home.

"Sirius," she yelled through the bathroom door. "Your clothes are in the room. Change into them once you're done. Dinner is ready."

Back in the kitchen, she took out two plates, scooping hot spaghetti onto them. The table was laid and she set the plates along with forks and two glasses of water. She heard the bathroom door open and hoped that Sirius would fit into the clothes she had bought for him.

Unfortunately, he did. Not only did he fit into them, he looked like he was modelling them. Her breath caught slightly at the sight of him in grey jeans and a white turtleneck. He looked much fresher, his damp hair slicked back from his forehead and his face cleanly shaven. He smirked at her as he walked in and sat down at the table. Sia quickly cast a reheating charm on the food, sitting down beside him.

"Did you choose these clothes so that you could check me out?" he asked, digging into the food.

"Oh shut it!" she said, her cheeks heating up.

Sirius smiled at her. A genuine smile, in fact, the first one she had seen in many years.

After dinner, they sat in the living room, discussing how to check whether the Weasleys' rat was really Peter. Even though it was such a serious topic, Sia was very aware of the fact that Sirius was sitting so close to her. Every time their hands brushed together, she felt an electric spark course through her.

"So I'm going to ask Molly and Arthur to come over for dinner tomorrow night," she said, looking up from the notebook she had been scribbling in. Sirius was looking at her with a very intense look in his eyes. She temporarily forgot what they had been discussing and found herself getting lost in his turbulent grey eyes.

"Thank you," he said, his low melodious voice causing goosebumps to erupt on her skin. "I'm not sure if I'll ever be able to repay you."

"There's no need to repay me," she said, looking at him earnestly. "I never believed that you had betrayed them. You couldn't have. You're too loyal and loving. And your eyes. They're too transparent. I'm sorry I said 'no' initially. I was just so angry. Angry that you had changed the Secret Keeper. Angry that Peter had betrayed James and Lily. Angry that he had managed to escape like that! Angry that all this shit was happening to you! I just-"

She broke down in tears, sobbing as he wrapped his arms around her. She clung to him and cried. Every little thing that had happened in the past few weeks, hitting her hard. James and Lily's deaths, the overload of work at the Ministry, the torture of Frank and Alice, and everything else that the end of the war had brought. Eventually her tears stopped, but she still stayed in his arms. He smelled incredibly nice and she moved in closer to him, taking deep breaths to calm herself. When she finally looked up, his eyes were looking down at her with the most tender look imaginable. She smiled shyly and buried her face in the crook of his neck.

"I missed you too, Trouble," he whispered into her hair, running his arm up and down her back. She smiled into his neck.

"We are going to sleep in separate rooms," she mumbled, hearing his chuckle rumble through his chest.

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