TW: mentions of abuse and drunkenness
Sirius and Georgia had both been so exhausted the night before that neither of them had heard the footsteps of Sirius' mother, Walburga Black, coming up the stairs. They only heard her when she had burst into the room, rage in her eyes.
"Kreacher told me about our little visitor," Walburga said through gritted teeth. "Sirius, how dare you allow this filthy Mudblood to enter our home."
"She had nowhere else to go, Mother!" Sirius objected.
"You have plenty of blood traitor friends that she can stay with. I refuse to have her reside with us any longer. Need I punish you again to remind you of the values of our family?"
Sirius paled a bit. "No Mother," he murmured. "I'll send a letter to James, he and his mother can come and fetch Georgia." He sent Georgia an apologetic look.
"Good. I expect her to be out of this house within the next two hours. You won't like the consequences if she's still here when that time is up." Walburga slammed Sirius's door shut before storming back down the stairs.
Sirius sighed softly. "I'm sorry Georgia, I was hoping that she wouldn't be able to find out so quickly, but Kreacher tells her everything that goes on in the house, it's like he's her own personal spy." He went over to his desk, jotting down a quick letter to James. "I'm sure that once he gets the letter, he and Euphemia will be over as quick as they can."
"Sirius, what kind of consequences was she talking about?" Georgia had a feeling that she knew what Walburga was referring to, but she wanted Sirius to confirm her suspicions.
Sirius scoffed a bit. "Basically what your dad does to you, only the magical version of it. She uses the Crucio curse on me."
"Oh, Sirius-"
"It's fine. So long as I stay tucked away in my bedroom, she doesn't usually bother me."
"Sirius, that's awful, no mother should treat their son like that."
"Yeah, and no father should treat his daughter the way that your dad treats you. Seems like we've both got some messed up lives. At least your father doesn't care enough to try and come after you. My mother is too concerned with how I might tarnish the family reputation. I can't go off and live with James or Remus like you can. She would hunt me down and force me to come back here."
Sirius finished the letter, sending his owl off once more. "I'm sure that once James and his mother get the letter, they'll apparate here or something. Until then, you should probably stay up here, I don't want to think about what my mother might do to you if she were to catch you alone."
It didn't take long for James and his mother Euphemia to show up at the Blacks doorstep. To Georgia's surprise, Fleamont was there as well.
"What's your dad doing here?" Georgia whispered to James as Euphemia made brief, polite chitchat with Walburga, exclaiming at how big Regulus had gotten.
"Sirius told us a little bit about what your dad tried to do," James whispered back. "He wants to talk to you, I think that he's going to try and get you out of the custody of your dad."
Georgia blinked. "Can he do that? I mean, my dad's a Muggle, so it isn't exactly a magical affair."
"Your dad may be a Muggle, but you aren't. You're a witch. If there's proof that you're being abused, then the Magical Law Enforcement could get involved."
A few minutes later, Georgia and the Potters left. Fleamont put a hand on Georgia's shoulder. "Euphemia darling, Georgia and I will catch up with you and James back at home. I'm going to take her to get something to eat, she looks famished, and there's some things that she and I have to discuss."
Euphemia nodded her head. "Of course Fleamont, we'll see you at home." She took James by the arm and disapparated with him, and Fleamont looked at Georgia. "How do you like waffles?"
Fleamont and Georgia went to a Muggle waffle house for breakfast. Fleamont received odd looks due to the robes that he was wearing, but he didn't seem to mind. He sat in a booth in the back of the restaurant with Georgia. "I only have been able to get bits and pieces from James about your home life, but it definitely doesn't sound like anything satisfactory, and with recent events, I can assume that you aren't safe, and that you probably haven't been safe for quite some time. Do you mind telling me some things about your life at home?"
So Georgia did. She told him about how her father would beat her often, how he and his friends would get drunk, and how the night before, he had tried to take her for his own. She looked down at her plate as she talked, not really having the appetite to eat, only looking up when Fleamont had put his hand over hers.
"I can assure you Georgia, you're safe now." Fleamont had a determined look in his eyes. "I'm going to do whatever it takes to make sure that you don't have to go back to that awful man. You've gone through so much as it is, and I'll be damned if you go through anything else like it. For now, you'll stay with us, until we get everything figured out." He gave her hand a little squeeze. "Don't you worry about a thing, I'm going to be taking care of everything so that you'll never have to worry again."