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Chapter 9: The Wrath of Dorea Potter

As predicted, Sirius soon returned to his usual impish self, though, sometimes he doesn't quite seem to be all there. Sirius and James were stuffing their faces with blueberry waffles, as I walked into the kitchen this morning. Sirius spoke with his mouthful.

'Morning Mynee!' I took a seat opposite the two Marauders, rolling my eyes and helping myself to breakfast. There was silence for a few minutes, until an owl flew through the window, landing on the kitchen table. James removed the letter from the owl.

'It's for mum.' I'd noticed that the appearance of this owl had caused Sirius to frown, meaning I spoke.

'Siri, you alright?' Sirius didn't respond, and before I could speak again, Dorea entered the kitchen. James handed the letter to his mother, who then frowned.

'Sirius, it's from your parents.' Sirius remained silent, but I now understand why he'd frowned when he saw the owl. Dorea broke the seal on the letter, causing the letter to leap into the air and fold itself into a pair of lips.

'Dearest Aunt Dorea. I understand that you've found our eldest son, and that he's at present living with you. We'd like to thank you for your generous hospitality; however, it is no longer necessary, as Sirius needs to come home now. I would appreciate if you could see that he returns home, by escorting him to Grimmauld Place. I can assure you that it was a simple misunderstanding that lead Sirius to runaway: he was just a little shocked by the news of his arranged marriage to Miss. Notts. I am sure that Sirius has now had time to process this news, and won't resist returning to Grimmauld Place. Best wishes. Yours sincerely. Walburga Black.' The pair of origami lips tore themselves up, and as they did Sirius exploded.

'Misunderstanding?! That old hag used a Cruciatus curse on me!' I became speechless as Sirius spoke. That's what he couldn't tell me, that Walburga used a Cruciatus curse on him. These words had obviously left Sirius's lips before he realised what he was saying, because the next second he'd cursed under his breath. Dorea responded to Sirius's outburst, sounding rather livid.

'Your mother did what?!' Sirius didn't answer Dorea. 'Sirius Black! You tell me what happened, right now!' There was silence for a moment, before Sirius spoke.

'Dad used an Imperius curse on me, when I said I wouldn't marry Violetta Notts... but I resisted it... and mum cast a Cruciatus curse as punishment for my disrespect. I'm not marrying Violetta! I love Hermione!' Sirius's voice had gotten progressively louder, and by the end, he'd risen to his feet. After this, Sirius stormed out of the house; James followed him, probably to make sure he wouldn't run off. I glanced towards Dorea, who took a second to compose herself. I could tell she was angry, though, when she spoke she held her composure well.

'Excuse me Hermione, I believe I need to go have a word with my dear niece and nephew.' I wouldn't want to be Walburga or Orion Black right about now, because Dorea Potter is definitely on the warpath.

I found James standing outside the Potters' broom shed, so I'm assuming that Sirius has locked himself inside. James spoke as I stopped beside him.

'He's shut himself in. Won't speak to me.' I didn't speak, meaning James continued. 'Did you know about Violetta Notts?' I nodded.

'He'd mentioned it in a letter, but I didn't realise it was a definite thing.' James smirked.

'So... Is Mynee jealous? Is there going to be a good catfight?' I shoved James, probably flushing a light shade of pink.

'Shut it, Messrs Prongs!' James chuckled, turning his attention back to Sirius.

'Pads, mate! I promise, you can live here, and be my brother!' I smiled as James spoke: James and Sirius's relationship is the cutest sometimes. I decided to help James when Sirius didn't reply, because it looked like rain and I didn't fancy standing out here in the pouring rain.

'Siri. Please let us in. Dorea's gone to yell at your parents, so she's definitely not going to make you go home.' There was a moment of silence, before the door opened: Sirius spoke.

'Aunt Dorea's gone Black?' James laughed, throwing his arm around Sirius. I assume, by 'going Black', Sirius means becoming condescending and pureblood-ish, which is how Sirius had become when Snape insulted my muggle heritage. I nodded, with a smile.

'That's one way to describe it... she seemed a little irate.' Sirius chuckled.

'Prongs, I love your mum. I wish I could be there to see my parents' faces.' There was then silence, as Sirius pulled me into his arms: I wrapped my arms around his neck, knocking James's arm away. Sirius kissed me: and I whispered into his ear.

'Violetta will have to fight me if she wants you.' Sirius chuckled, though, as he did James interrupted.

'So...' Sirius raised his eyebrows, whilst staring towards his best friend.

'Sometimes Prongs, you're a real mood killer.' James looked offended by Sirius's comment, meaning I stepped in.

'How about I make cinnamon rolls?' This suggestion had both James and Sirius dashing back to the house like little kids on Christmas morning. I just laughed. Dorea arrived home sometime later that morning, with the remainder of Sirius's belongings. In Dorea's words, Walburga and Orion had, after some persuasion, given her and Charlus custody of Sirius. I have no doubt that 'some persuasion' involved a decent amount of threats.

A/N: Probably the last chapter for today, we'll see how I get on writing the next one. Hope you're still all enjoying this story. Remember to leave a review, though, hopefully not the view counter has been fixed I'll get a better idea how popular this story is. Love RoxannetheLaugh x.