Rating of R.
I do not own the characters, JKR does. I simply borrow them.
As a hired hit man, Sirius Black's newest target is a potential danger to the motives of the Death Eaters. The only information that is available to him is an age, gender, location, and the condition of werewolf. Werewolf narrows it down a fair bit, yet that's not going to help him when the location just happens to be an all werewolf school.
Major Alternate Universe alert and mild slash.
Coffee Stains
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Sirius didn't hear the sound of the door opening, nor did he hear the click of polished dress shoes across the gym floor as they approached him. He didn't even realize that there was another person inside of the room until he heard his name called.
"Mr. Black," a formal voice said curtly.
Sirius looked slowly away from the blank wall. Wilton stood before him, almost intimidating in his gray suit and highly sophisticated dress shoes.
"Or should I call you Sirius?" Wilton asked coldly with a strained smile.
"Sirius," he said, rising to his feet and towering a full two inches over the other man. "Mr. Black makes me feel old."
"Ah, yes. But don't they say that with age comes wisdom?"
Sirius shrugged. "So they say. Me? I say it brings insanity."
"I guess that you are welcome to your own opinion, yet I must disagree with you."
A slight smile touched Sirius' lips. "Somehow, I find it hard to believe that you are here to discuss opinions, Mr. Wilton."
"You're right. Actually, I would like to discuss your class."
"Which one?"
"The one that's supposed to be here right now."
"What about them?"
Wilton made a show of looking dramatically around the gym.
"Well, I don't see them."
"I'm sure you have. That's why you're here, isn't it? You found them wondering around somewhere, else you wouldn't be here."
"I did, and I also believe that I made it quite clear that they are your responsibility as long as they are in—supposed to be in—your class."
"Is there anything I need to take responsibility for, Mr. Wilton?"
"Excuse me?"
"Well, I'm guessing that they've done something unsavory. That's why you're here, right?"
Wilton pursed his lips into a fine, thin line.
"I'm here to tell you that if it happens again, you can be replaced."
Sirius just nodded, his anger starting to fade with Wilton's statement. He couldn't lose his job teaching at Stonegate. If he did he'd lose the contract, the remainder of the pay that was to be presented upon completion, and, most likely, his life.
I swear, this will never be worth all the trouble.
Sirius nodded absently but did not brake his steady gaze from Wilton.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Black," Wilton said in departure with a slight incline of his head.
Sirius watched as Wilton turned and left. He wondered how he hadn't heard Wilton's approach. His shoes were so loud.
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Remus sighed in relief as he saw the little onyx colored car round the bend. He leaned even further into the chain link security fence, fingers lacing through the diamond holes. It stopped about twenty feet short of the fence and the occupant exchanged ten minutes of conversation with an unseen correspondent on the other side of the intercom mounted on the side of a very small building.
Remus shifted from foot to foot, wishing that check out didn't take so long. A minute later and a thin man in a gray uniform walked out of the small building and toward the main gate.
Whoever built this school was extremely stupid to put the watch building so far away. Remus thought in his anxiety.
The security guard opened the gate that was smaller than the average person, both in length and width. It suited the school well, a prison door for a prison.
Once Remus was clear of the gate, he jogged to the car and yanked the passenger side door open.
"I didn't think you were coming, for a minute," Remus half laughed and threw his backpack behind the seat.
"Of course I was coming. I come every year, don't I?" John asked, shifting the car from park to drive.
"Yeah, but I've never known you to be late before."
"True, but I've never had a big case the same day that I had to pick you up, either."
"Big case?" Remus asked with a raised eyebrow as he fastened his seat belt and the car pulled farther and farther away from Stonegate. "And it was so important that you couldn't pick me up?"
"Hey, I got here didn't I?" John chuckled and turned the dial on the radio.
Remus wrinkled his nose and spun the dial when John settled on a station. "I don't like your music."
John swatted his hand away and changed the station back. "I don't particularly care for yours, either."
Remus sat back in defeat and rolled his window down. The bleak scenery that had been beyond the window every ride to school always looked a lot brighter on the ride home.
"Did you win?" Remus asked, thinking back to his father's court case.
"We're having steak tonight."
Remus grinned slightly and drummed his fingers on the outside of the car.
"I'm glad it was a good day, Dad."
"Enough about me, what about you and your good day?'
"I didn't have one," Remus muttered and turned the volume up on the radio.
"Nothing?" John asked as he turned the volume back down.
"Nothing."
"Well, I'm taking you home for Christmas."
"Okay, so maybe it wasn't too bad."
"Anything else?"
Remus' mind wandered back to Sirius.
"No, everything else was horrible."
John half winced and smiled sympathetically.
"I'm sorry, Rem," John said quietly and placed a hand on his son's knee. "Are you okay?"
"Dad?"
"What is it, Rem?"
Remus looked at his father with desperate eyes and hoped that he would get the silent message. John let his foot off of the gas and guided the little car over to the shoulder of the curvy road. Even before the car had the chance to come to a complete stop, Remus unbuckled his seat belt, opened his door, and practically jumped out of the car.
"Remus," John yelled, slamming on the breaks as his son ran around the back of the car.
He twisted his head over his shoulder and unbuckled his own seat belt at the same time. As John reached for the door handle, Remus yanked it open from the other side. John got out of the car quickly and Remus hugged him tightly around the neck, buried his head under his chin.
"I missed you."
"I missed you too, Remus, I missed you too," John said quietly as his heart slowed down, stroking soft hair.
"I love you."
"I love you too, Remus. I love you too."
They didn't move for a while and were late getting home.
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It was ridiculous. Yet she insisted that it be this way and there was no arguing with her. Andy was a modest girl, quite unlike most any girl that Sirius had ever been with before. Never did she ware reveling clothing out in public, but instead saved it for when they were alone.
Sirius thought of it as bittersweet. He could never see her walk out of the house in a skirt that lacked one thread too many and neither could the rest of the world.
But this was not bittersweet. This was just bitter.
Sirius knocked twice on the door to Andy's apartment that she insisted she live in until they were married. Sirius frowned and ran a hand through his hair.
What difference does it make? We've already been in the same bed doing much more than just sleeping. But no. It's not proper to live in the same house before marriage. Sirius snorted. But sex is just fine.
"Sometimes I wonder about that girl," Sirius muttered under his breath.
He started to knock again, but stopped with his fist halfway to the door for the second knock. Along with other demands You don't have to knock, honestly, Siri was also one of them. Sirius turned the knob and, finding it unlocked, let himself in. He closed the door quietly behind him. It was supposed to be a surprise that he was home for Christmas break, after all.
Sirius stood in the conjunction of where Andy's tiny apartment kitchen and living room met and wondered where Andy was.
Well, the door's open. So she's home.
He started silently for her bedroom, opting to surprise her. He couldn't stop thinking about how happy she would be. Maybe she was asleep and he could crawl in next to her.
The door opened with a slight groan and his hand groped for the light switch. The moment ninety watts of artificial light lit the room, Sirius began to question Andy's modesty.
All of the sheets were askew and the blankets were coiled on the floor like some monstrous, slumbering serpent. Exposed on the bed was Andy in nothing but smeared lipstick and a white bra with lace running along the edges. Her head was whipped over her shoulder to look at him with wide eyes—
I'd say she's definitely surprised.
—and mouth slightly open. The man beneath her had on absolutely nothing.
Sirius stood in shock—
Who's supposed to be surprised, exactly?
—complete shock with his fingers still lingering on the light switch. He snapped back to reality when they started to move frantically in order to cover their bare skin.
"And here you thought that I was the one sleeping around," Sirius snarled, coming back to himself fully.
Sirius grabbed Andy by the wrist and pulled her protectively against his body. She withered against him and he could feel the sickening heat pooling off of her body.
"Get a hold of yourself, Andy," Sirius hissed and covered her with his coat.
"Siri?" She blinked up at him, the haze slowly leaving her eyes. "What? What are you doing here?" Andy's voice started confused and ended in near panic.
"I thought I'd drop by and surprise you for the holiday. But I see you're not the one surprised."
His hard eyes lingered over to the man that was pulling on his shirt. Sirius froze, half turned between the two of them.
"Regulus?" Sirius breathed in disbelief.
His younger brother bowed his head and pulled on his shoes quickly.
"Do we really look that much alike, Andy?" Sirius roared, rounding on her fully and gripping her firmly by the upper arm.
"Sirius, let go. You're hurting—"
"Do we?" He yanked her closer so that their faces were nearly touching.
She studied him intently for a moment with calculating eyes.
"After much consideration I think I chose the wrong Black after all."
Sirius' eyes flashed bright with hurt and he shoved her away, sliding the band off of her left ring finger at the same time. Andy stumbled backwards, her head narrowly missing the corner of the tall dresser. Sirius' coat slid down one slim shoulder, exposing the bare flesh.
"I knew there was a reason I kept the receipt."
Tears traced thin tracks down her face as she raced after him as he stormed out of her bedroom and toward the door. She clutched the sleeves of his jacket closer to her chest.
"Fine, leave! Go! I don't care! I never loved you, Sirius Black! Take your damn money and your ring and go!" She screamed in near hysterics and slammed the door behind him as he walked down the long stairs that led to her door.
He Apparated mid stride down the stairs and tumbled onto his unmade bed. Sirius laid, unable to move, with his face buried in his pillow and silent tears wetting the fabric.
"That's what I get for being so sentimental," he whispered quietly in a broken voice.
The small calico kitten crawled out of his pocket with the red bow around its neck that read a simple 'I'm sorry.' It curled up next to his head on the pillow and purred contently.
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