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Sirius's POV
"You can't be serious."
I looked over tiredly at Remus as he sat in the kitchen, Minnie's patronas still ringing in our ears.
After breakfast we'd started to pack, our time here quickly dissipating. We'd been gathering Harry's toys when the silvery cat came.
Dear Remus and Sirius,
I will keep this message short because there isn't much time.
Dumbledore and the aurors plan on pumping poison potion gas into your hiding place tonight. You must leave eminently if you haven't already.
I have a small cottage in northern Ireland if you need a place to hide. It is completely warded and had the Fidelius already in place.
It is the chaplain house in Belfast.
I know that you are innocent and have just discovered the abuse Harry suffered, I would like to help.
Sincerely, Minerva McGonagall.
"I actually am Sirius, thanks for asking." I replied automatically, smirking a little at the scoff Remus let out.
"Siri, please, we have to think this through. What if this is another trap."
"Boom!" Another explosion shook the house.
I sobered a bit, pouring a glass of fire whisky as I mulled things over.
When we first got here I'd discovered that Reggie or Sabine (Sabine being more likely), had locked all the booze away in a cabinet to keep Athena away from them.
Remus had called it a padlock, the odd hunk of metal with turny number wheels that kept me from getting pleasurably drunk every night.
I despised that little rascal, both Remus and Sabine refusing to unlocked it. Well until now.
Due to recent events (if that's what you'd call the shit show the last couple of days had been), Moony had finally taken pity and let me have a drink.
"What other choose do we have rem, I thought we agreed on leaving?" I asked over the rim of my glass, watching him.
He looked tired, far more tired then a twenty six year old should be.
Then again, we were reaching thirty, maybe your thirties sucked.
"I know that Padfoot, but how can we trust her? She's basically been in Dumbledore's pocket for decades!" Remus countered, taking a sip of his coffee.
The full moon was a week away, and it was showing, the dark bags under his eyes were almost purple now.
We needed to find somewhere safe for him to transform, and soon.
"Bam!"
"Minnie has never stood of injustice long, maybe she finally looked past the "greater good" and saw reality."
"Or maybe the order is pulling out every stop they've got in order to capture us!" Remus snapped back, pinching his nose.
I raised by eyebrows and he sighed, fighting wouldn't get us anywhere.
"Did she fight for me?" I asked after a long pause.
Moony looked up at me.
"Did she fight for me to have a trial Remus?"
The werewolf sighed once again, rubbing his temples to alleviate the tension.
"Yes Sirius, caused an uproar at the Ministry on your behalf. Dumbledore convinced her anyways, in the end."
"Bang! Bang! BOOM!"
I took another sip of my fire whiskey, thinking back to the swirling mess that was what I remember of Azkaban.
Everything was blurry, filled with agony and gut-wrenching guilt. It was hard keeping things straight.
"We could verify, ask for proof that she's genuine?" I suggested.
"And how do you expect her to prove that?".
"That's her problem, not ours. Let her figure that out." I shrugged.
He thought a moment before asking. "And in the meantime?"
"We pack our stuff, get out of here, check into some below radar muggle hotel and wait."
Remus made a face. "It's dangerous seren, can their wards detect if we leave?"
I pinked slightly at the nickname, grinning. It was always a triumph when I got home to speak welsh.
"Not if we don't apperate, the aurors can't track us. Not if we climb out the window and run into the muggle flats. Once we get far enough away we can conceal ourselves better." I pressed.
Moony looked uncertain, so I set down my glass and hugged him.
"Whatever happens, we can't stay here. They WILL find a way through the wards eventually, that or they'll shake this house until it collapses on top of us-"
Another large boom punctuated my point.
"But-Harry! Athena! Sabine! How are we going to-" Remus rambled.
I kissed his hairline. "We will see them again, I promise love. But we have to get out of here first."
He nodded resolutely, still leaning agents me (which was always funny to me because he was at least a head taller).
I sent the patronas off as Remus spoke.
"Alright then, let get our kids back."
Remus's POV
We were packed now, only the essentials (and Athena's magical creatures book, we knew we couldn't leave that).
I checked over our bags one last time before shrinking them, if there was one thing I'd learned from moving around so much, it was heavy luggage was a no-no.
Sirius came down the stairs looking troubled, something clutched tightly in his hand.
When I asked, he showed me. It was a ring, I assume the Black house ring. A think silver band with a black gemstone and twisted snakes carved into it.
It looked powerful, and deadly.
I would have been Sirius had he not been disowned and blasted off the family tree. I couldn't imagine how it must feel to look at it now.
"It was in Reggie's bedroom, ya know. They must have passed it on to him after I-" He trailed off.
Now it was my turn to wrap my arms around him.
"I wasn't your-"
"Don't you DARE say it wasn't my fault!" Sirius snarled, trying to pull away.
I didn't let him.
"No love-" I said, pulling him snug against me. "It wasn't your job to take that ring and to bear all this for him.
I could feel him beginning to disagree when I continued.
"You we're children Sirius, kids who shouldn't have had to live through any of this."
He sagged into my arms and I cooed to him. Suddenly struck by inspiration, I grabbed the chain around my neck.
It was my mothers, given to me after she passed, and on the chain hung-
"You kept it?" Sirius asked breathlessly, eyes glued to my necklace.
I was a simple gold ring, one Sirius had joking given me one night when we were to drunk to think straight.
He'd "proposed " to me, so hammered he couldn't even kneel without leaning on a chair, and I'd of course said yes.
The next morning we laughed it off as we payed in bed together, Sirius kissing my cheeks and turning back over to sleep.
But I hadn't, instead, I kept my ring. Kept it through the war, our break up, the worst night of our lives, and the agony that was life afterwards.
Now, I unconnected the chain, slipping the band onto my finger and hand the chain to him.
Sirius looked flabbergasted. "I can't-"
"Yes you can."
"It was your mothers!"
"And she wanted me to be happy wearing this chain, and I would be happy if you used this chain to ease your guilt love."
I reassured gently, taking the Black ring and slipping it onto the chain and onto his neck.
It fit well, bending in perfectly with his punk jacket and jeans.
He looked lovely, as he had from 16 onwards.
"Make what he did worth it,seren. Okay?" He nodded, letting out a shaky breath.
I kissed him, letting the moment stretch as long as he needed it to.
When we did part, he looked more determined.
"Okay, one last thing." I prompted as I tucked the shrunken bangs into my pocket.
"What?" Sirius asked, confused.
I gave him a look and he scowled.
"Ugh...fiiiine!" He grumbled.
"KREACHER!" He bellowed, the notable crack sounding as the gnarled little creature appeared.
"Yes master Sirius?" It asked scathingly.
"I'm ordering you to clear out, the aurors are planing to bring the house down and we're leaving."
The elf just stared at us blankly.
"So if you don't want to get crushed..."
"Where is the mudblood and child staying." Kreacher asked simply.
Sirius looked at me, a little taken aback.
"Sabine and Athena are leaving too, we are all, leaving."
The old elf straightened a bit before walking over to a small cupboard under the sink, pulling out an old shoe box.
"Master Regulus told Kreacher to give this to the mudblood if she ever left and Kreacher hadn't destroyed it yet."
Opening the box, Kreacher pulled out a golden locket and placed it into Sirius's hand.
Our breath caught, this was the locket, the one Regulus had died for.
Sirius took it with shaking hands, tucking in sadly into his inside jacket pocket.
"Make sure the mudblo- she destroys it, finishes Kreachers mission, for master Regulus." The house elf asked sternly.
Sirius nodded only once, a long moment of understanding passing in the room before the elf apperated away.
Sirius straighten and looked at me, it was time to leave.
The plan we'd come up this was genius if I don't say so myself. I true marauder scheme.
We'd spelled two chairs into pigs, letting them rain havoc on the house. That way it looking like two living magical things were scrambling around the house.
We hurried into the garden, carefully avoiding setting off the wards by using magic.
Opening the gate, we walked as fast as humanly possible down the ally and into the muggle street, disillusioning ourselves as we went.
We passed the aurors, they were to focused on the house to notice, and made our way to muggle London.
Stopped in a back ally really quick, we reappeared ourselves before calling a taxi.
"Where to?" The old man at the wheel asked.
"Get us to the closest motel outside London, please." I answered hurriedly.
He eyed us up and down. "That'll be 57 pounds, you got that?"
I looked over at Sirius, we hadn't really thought this element to the plan through.
I was about to get out of the taxi when Sirius spoke up.
"These do?" He asked, producing a handful of galleons out of his pocket.
The cab drivers eyes widened to the size of dinner plates and he nodded, flooring the gas.
We drove for thirty minutes, relieved that we were finally free.
No one's POV
Not long after they reached the hotel, a letter appeared to them, thankfully as they were unpacking their room.
It was unlabeled,with no letter, the only thing inside being a small glass bottle of silvery liquid labeled.
"Proof"
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