It has been a long time since I updated this story and this is more of a feeler chapter than anything. If I get a positive response I'll actually put some effort into something longer, if I don't, I won't, either way I hope you all enjoy the snippet of the Black life as Iris, Sirius, and Harry try their best to be a family. Oh and obviously this is a time jump of a few months.
Halloween or Samhain as it was properly referred to by witches and wizards who kept the faith in the old ways, was an incredibly important, and magically powerful night to those that followed the ancient ways of old Britannia.
That was the preface anyway, in actuality most used it as an excuse to get shite faced drunk while acting like it had some sort of meaning other than to get shite faced drunk and be publicly acceptable while doing so.
Iris and Sirius had thus in turn rather responsibly left little Harry in the hands of the Granger family to go trick 'r' treating with Hermione, as they themselves went attending several social functions celebrating the end of the Dark Lord. All while avoiding Albus Dumbledore to the best of their abilities while doing their best to remain under the radar.
They were both a bit too intoxicated at the moment to know whether they pulled that off or not.
As the pair stumbled out of the viridian green floo fire of their parlor they soon crashed on the couch in a rather messy heap. Still, Sirius couldn't help but feel a bit smug at the fact they had been able to hold their liquor as well as they did all things considered. Several months of sobriety followed with a night of decadence and the Blacks were still standing baby!
That was when he passed out.
Sirius woke up quite some time later in a bit of a haze following a night of binge drinking, which even he would not bother explaining away considering the witch that lay beside him on the couch looked far worse off than he felt.
Where the hell did her pants go? Where the hell was his shirt?
Shrugging he poked her on the shoulder a few times before he gave up and whispered into her ear, "Hey Iris, it's time to wake up and go to bed."
The reply he got in return was a rather succinct, "Fuk yu, lemme alone." Which was soon followed with her raising her wand in a vaguely threatening manner which had his eyes widening in terror as he snatched it from her grasp, leaving the witch in question staring at her hand in confusion.
"I thik I'mma supposed to have a doom stick… Where's my doom stick?"
Sirius panicked a moment before pulling Iris close to his chest while muttering out, "You don't need your doom stick you're just very drunk and need to rest."
Iris tensed up, then shimmied herself into Sirius' side while muttering, "Oh, ok, if you say so. Harry's safe right?"
Sirius gulped then muttered out, "As safe as he can be right now."
Iris smiled then nuzzled his neck while muttering out, "Good…you're a good dog Padfoot… You smell really nice…"
She raised herself up, brushed her lips against his, muttering, "Taste nice too," a moment later her head lolled to the side and she fell over.
Then she began snoring.
Sirius stared at the ceiling for a time as an absolutely gorgeous, half naked redhead had wrapped her long legs around him. The fact that she was a future incarnation of an alternate reality version of his godson did not help dissuade any of the thoughts currently running through his mind.
"I am so beyond fucked, aren't I?"
No one with a functioning brain would disagree with him.