Meet the Family- A Sirius/Ginny Cookie
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Sirius walked towards the Burrow, trudging through the deep snow. Going to visit the Weasley's had been Harry's idea, albeit a good one, with good intentions-- for Arthur and Molly to get used to (and not faint at) the truth that their son Ron his wife of five years Hermione Granger, and Harry Potter, the boy they had nearly adopted, had been in contact with Sirius Black before his name had been cleared... before Harry had even told them at age twenty-five that Sirius Black was his father's best friend and his own godfather. Sirius had dressed in his best Muggle clothes- black woolen trousers, with a crisp white collared shirt and a long, thick wool jacket. He wanted to make a good impression on the Weasleys, a family that had taken in his godson with love and compassion when his own blood hadn't.
Hearing a muffled giggle to his right, Sirius turned his head sharply in the direction it had come from, wondering where it had come from. Upon seeing a white, untainted landscape, he shrugged easily and turned back to the house in front of him. And there it was again, an easy, cheerful laugh... Again, he turned to the right, and scanned the landscape of the field next to the house; again, there was nothing to be seen. Sirius walked up the front stoop of the house, and shook out his feet, trying to rid them of snow. Not accomplishing much of anything except getting snow down his socks, he muttered a curse or two under his breath and began searching his pockets for his wand. Not finding it in either jakcet pocket, nor his pants pockets, Sirius became slightly alarmed, and turned around to check the yard behind him.
Just as he swirled around he heard another laugh, and then his sight was white. Utterly white... and his face was cold. Frozen, really and dripping with little drops of cold water... Sirius reached up and slung the snow out of his eyes, grimacing and wondering who would be throwing snowballs at him with such deadly accuracy and speed- certainly not Ron and Hermione's kids? They were but three and four... He opened his eyes to see a sight so worthy of laughing he could not hold it in.
Ginny Weasley was sitting upon a snow bank, one little rascal - Renee - was sitting atop her head, shrieking with laughter as she tugged on the fiery tresses that were already coming loose from the ponytail they had been pulled up in; another one was crouched by Ginny's left arm, Damian, growling at her like a tiger and attempting to pounce upon her shoulder. And through it all, Ginny Weasley's brown eyes sparkled with a tingle of mischief.
"Sorry about that," Ginny apologized lightly, a grin spreading across her face easily. "They dared me."
"It's no problem," Sirius replied, a grin upon his own face at seeing her being attacked by the small children. They stared at each other for just a second, taking in the other's appearance and storing the image in a mental memory box to take out and look upon in years to come. "D'you need a hand?" he asked, motioning to the two rowdies.
"It would be a good idea, I think," Ginny replied, breaking out into a smile, "I've been out here with them for nearly two hours, and not even half their energy has gone."
Renee and Damian looked up at the strange man talking to their aunt Ginny, and then looked at each other for an instant before springing an attack upon Sirius. Screaming and yelling gibberish, the two jumped upon Sirius's ankles, and tried to pull his feet out from under him.
"Damian! Renee!" Ginny cried, hoping they wouldn't accomplish their goal...
It was all in vain. Within seconds, Sirius lay splayed on his back, his arms and legs askew at odd angles, heaving his chest with a hearty roar of laughter. Renee and Damian had already climbed upon his chest and were thoroughly examining him, touching his nose and his ears and trying to poke his blue eyes.
Ginny stood over him, trying her hardest to hold back a smirk while saying, "I- well, I'm sorry, again." She held out her hand, a slim and elegant one with long, tapered fingers. Reaching up, Sirius, took a hold of it, letting the kids slide off of him as Ginny helped him out of the snow. They walked towards the front door, Ginny calling for Damian and Renee.
Ginny turned to Sirius, and apologetically said again, "I really am sorry about the ruckus, Mr..."
And in that one moment, all the hope of getting to know this young woman flew out of Sirius's system, as he realized she didn't even know who he was. Sirius felt a wrenching in his chance, as if he knew he was giving up the chance of a lifetime by answering honestly.
"...Black," he told her heavily. "Sirius Black." And with that, Sirius, knocked on the door, opened it up, and didn't bother to look back to see what he supposed was an astonished expression upon Ginny Weasley's face-- when in fact, it was only a face of wonderment.
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