Harry felt as though his insides were being wrenched.
"What?" he spluttered. Anya closed her eyes and sunk back into the couch. Sirius shook his head in his hands, muttering swear words under his breath. Harry could feel himself getting dizzy. He reached out for a drink of pumpkin juice. Anya watched him, looking for reaction.
"Harry...." she started, but Sirius cut her off.
"Damn it Anya, you've done enough, just leave him alone!"
"Don't talk to her like that!" Harry jumped up and yelled. He didn't know what to do, or how to feel, so he ran outside the house, not knowing where he was going.
Sirius jumped up to follow him, but Anya pulled him back down.
"Leave him alone, he needs to work things out," she said, her voice shaking. Sirius turned his head to her, eyes glaring.
"How dare you tell him this?" he demanded.
"I'm his godmother, I am allowed to tell him!" Anya exclaimed.
"Now was not a good time" Sirius shot back.
"And when would be a good time Sirius, the day I die? The longer I left it, the more it would upset him. He needs time to come to grips with the situation," Anya reasoned. Sirius looked unimpressed. "You could have found a better place, and a better way to tell him!" he said. Anya looked down at her hands, she was fiddling with her ring. "I know, I'm sorry about that, I just couldn't hold it in any more. And I didn't think it was that big a secret" Anya apologised. Sirius still looked miffed, and was about to snap back with a sarcastic comment, but he held himself back when he saw the tears in Anya's eyes.
"I just wanted him to know he had more family that he could turn to!" Anya gasped out, tears streaming steadily down her face. Sirius felt his heart wrench, it killed him to see her like this. He awkwardly reached over and put his arms around her shoulders. She turned into his chest, burying her head into his shoulder, where she sat sobbing. The longer they sat, the more Sirius felt comfortable. This was natural for him, the way it should have been.
Gradually, Anya's tears stopped, but they still sat together, breathing in time. Sirius turned his head to look at the sniffling Anya, whose face was blotchy from crying. She looked up at him, and they leant their heads close together, it just seemed to be a natural progression.
"Can I take home some of these photo's?" Harry had entered the room again, and Sirius and Anya sprang apart. Sirius had to stop himself from groaning out loud, he had been so close. "Are you OK Harry?" Anya ventured, flushing. Harry looked curious, what had gotten into his godparents? The thought ran through his brain, and it felt foreign. Godparents. He had gained another family member, and it felt good.
"Yeah I'm good, now!" Harry grinned.
"Don't know why you didn't tell me sooner though. But hey I was thinking, it's kinda a trend with my godparents, they've been convicted of murder. Have you Prof Williamson?" Harry asked cheekily. Sirius grinned wryly. Anya laughed softly.
"No Harry, can't say that I have. But please, call me Anya! And of course you can take home some of the photo's," Anya handed him a stack of albums, and Harry thanked her graciously. He couldn't wait to get home and look through them in more detail. Sirius leapt off the couch and strode over to the fireplace.
"Must be off now! Bye Anya!" he yelled, and Harry had to hurry into the fireplace, or he'd be left behind. Once again, Anya was left behind, wondering what the hell she was getting herself into.
Harry and Sirius arrived home at around 4pm. Remus was looking much more alert now, and was reading the newspaper.
"How was lunch?" he asked, putting down the Sport Section of the Daily Prophet.
"Great, I have a god mother," Harry blurted out quickly, while on the run upstairs to look at the albums again.
Remus raised his eyebrows, in what was becoming a classic expression of his.
"Anya told him," Sirius offered.
"I wondered when that was going to come out," Remus didn't look at all fussed, and simply went back to reading the Sports section.
"Ah, I forgot. Harry!" Remus called up the stairs. Harry appeared at the top of the landing.
"What?"
"There's a letter down here from Ron and Hermione. Arrived about a hour ago!" Remus called up. Harry bounded down the stairs. Harry,
How're you feeling today? Hermione's still pretty wiped, but me, Fred and George have been playing Quidditch all morning. I feel like a weight's been lifted off me. Enough sappy stuff though, you wanna come stay at the Burrow. Mum says she'd love to have you again. Remus and Sirius are welcome too, if they want. Send a reply soon ey?
Ron
Harry grinned, Ron's writing style was unique, to say the least.
"Can I go?" he asked, after showing the two older men the letter. Remus and Sirius looked at each other.
"I don't see why not," Sirius allowed him.
"Thanks, are you two gonna come?" Harry asked, pulling out a quill and parchment.
"No, thankyou. We wouldn't want to cramp your style!" Remus joked.
"We will come and visit though, if that's OK? I haven't seen old Arthur Weasley in a very long time," Sirius reminisced.
"You knew Mr Weasly?" Harry was incredulous, Mr Weasley had never mentioned knowing Sirius.
"Well we worked together at the Ministry before...everything," Sirius told a half-listening Harry, who was quickly penning a response. Putting down the quill, looking entirely satisfied, he called out to Hedwig, who flew into the room, looking haughty as usual.
"Take this to Ron quickly, hey Hedwig. There's a good girl," Harry fed Hedwig a owl biscuit before she allowed him to place the letter in her beak. Nodding her head at them, she sailed gracefully out of the kitchen window.
"This summer has definitely been the best of my life!" Harry was extremely satisfied with his life, and allowed himself to daydream about the future.
"What?" he spluttered. Anya closed her eyes and sunk back into the couch. Sirius shook his head in his hands, muttering swear words under his breath. Harry could feel himself getting dizzy. He reached out for a drink of pumpkin juice. Anya watched him, looking for reaction.
"Harry...." she started, but Sirius cut her off.
"Damn it Anya, you've done enough, just leave him alone!"
"Don't talk to her like that!" Harry jumped up and yelled. He didn't know what to do, or how to feel, so he ran outside the house, not knowing where he was going.
Sirius jumped up to follow him, but Anya pulled him back down.
"Leave him alone, he needs to work things out," she said, her voice shaking. Sirius turned his head to her, eyes glaring.
"How dare you tell him this?" he demanded.
"I'm his godmother, I am allowed to tell him!" Anya exclaimed.
"Now was not a good time" Sirius shot back.
"And when would be a good time Sirius, the day I die? The longer I left it, the more it would upset him. He needs time to come to grips with the situation," Anya reasoned. Sirius looked unimpressed. "You could have found a better place, and a better way to tell him!" he said. Anya looked down at her hands, she was fiddling with her ring. "I know, I'm sorry about that, I just couldn't hold it in any more. And I didn't think it was that big a secret" Anya apologised. Sirius still looked miffed, and was about to snap back with a sarcastic comment, but he held himself back when he saw the tears in Anya's eyes.
"I just wanted him to know he had more family that he could turn to!" Anya gasped out, tears streaming steadily down her face. Sirius felt his heart wrench, it killed him to see her like this. He awkwardly reached over and put his arms around her shoulders. She turned into his chest, burying her head into his shoulder, where she sat sobbing. The longer they sat, the more Sirius felt comfortable. This was natural for him, the way it should have been.
Gradually, Anya's tears stopped, but they still sat together, breathing in time. Sirius turned his head to look at the sniffling Anya, whose face was blotchy from crying. She looked up at him, and they leant their heads close together, it just seemed to be a natural progression.
"Can I take home some of these photo's?" Harry had entered the room again, and Sirius and Anya sprang apart. Sirius had to stop himself from groaning out loud, he had been so close. "Are you OK Harry?" Anya ventured, flushing. Harry looked curious, what had gotten into his godparents? The thought ran through his brain, and it felt foreign. Godparents. He had gained another family member, and it felt good.
"Yeah I'm good, now!" Harry grinned.
"Don't know why you didn't tell me sooner though. But hey I was thinking, it's kinda a trend with my godparents, they've been convicted of murder. Have you Prof Williamson?" Harry asked cheekily. Sirius grinned wryly. Anya laughed softly.
"No Harry, can't say that I have. But please, call me Anya! And of course you can take home some of the photo's," Anya handed him a stack of albums, and Harry thanked her graciously. He couldn't wait to get home and look through them in more detail. Sirius leapt off the couch and strode over to the fireplace.
"Must be off now! Bye Anya!" he yelled, and Harry had to hurry into the fireplace, or he'd be left behind. Once again, Anya was left behind, wondering what the hell she was getting herself into.
Harry and Sirius arrived home at around 4pm. Remus was looking much more alert now, and was reading the newspaper.
"How was lunch?" he asked, putting down the Sport Section of the Daily Prophet.
"Great, I have a god mother," Harry blurted out quickly, while on the run upstairs to look at the albums again.
Remus raised his eyebrows, in what was becoming a classic expression of his.
"Anya told him," Sirius offered.
"I wondered when that was going to come out," Remus didn't look at all fussed, and simply went back to reading the Sports section.
"Ah, I forgot. Harry!" Remus called up the stairs. Harry appeared at the top of the landing.
"What?"
"There's a letter down here from Ron and Hermione. Arrived about a hour ago!" Remus called up. Harry bounded down the stairs. Harry,
How're you feeling today? Hermione's still pretty wiped, but me, Fred and George have been playing Quidditch all morning. I feel like a weight's been lifted off me. Enough sappy stuff though, you wanna come stay at the Burrow. Mum says she'd love to have you again. Remus and Sirius are welcome too, if they want. Send a reply soon ey?
Ron
Harry grinned, Ron's writing style was unique, to say the least.
"Can I go?" he asked, after showing the two older men the letter. Remus and Sirius looked at each other.
"I don't see why not," Sirius allowed him.
"Thanks, are you two gonna come?" Harry asked, pulling out a quill and parchment.
"No, thankyou. We wouldn't want to cramp your style!" Remus joked.
"We will come and visit though, if that's OK? I haven't seen old Arthur Weasley in a very long time," Sirius reminisced.
"You knew Mr Weasly?" Harry was incredulous, Mr Weasley had never mentioned knowing Sirius.
"Well we worked together at the Ministry before...everything," Sirius told a half-listening Harry, who was quickly penning a response. Putting down the quill, looking entirely satisfied, he called out to Hedwig, who flew into the room, looking haughty as usual.
"Take this to Ron quickly, hey Hedwig. There's a good girl," Harry fed Hedwig a owl biscuit before she allowed him to place the letter in her beak. Nodding her head at them, she sailed gracefully out of the kitchen window.
"This summer has definitely been the best of my life!" Harry was extremely satisfied with his life, and allowed himself to daydream about the future.