To Hell And Back
Written by Elven Warrior1
Chapter Twenty-one
Hearing voices, led Sirius to the kitchen. Peering into the doorway, he spotted Mrs. Weasley bustling around the kitchen, and a very tired looking Charolette sitting at the table.
"Honestly, Molly, I'm fine now." She tried to say, ignoring the black puppy streaking across the entire kitchen.
"Tut tut." The red haired woman sighed, her back to Charolette. "You could use some tea the calm those nerves." Mentally, Charolette screamed.
"Molly, I know I rarely ever break down, but you have to understand, two days out of Azkaban and all of this is going on. It's just too soon. My nerves are on end."
"I can't belive the Minister forced you into working for him so soon. I knew something was going on the minute he showed up at the house. I should have put my foot down." Sirius saw Charolette shake her head, and bent down to gather up the black puppy. Instantly, the thing shut up, and enjoyed the attention. It had gone quiet, the perfect time to butt-in. Sirius opened the door all the way.
"Molly, is it possible that I borrow Charolette for a while?" He asked, looking past Charolette, who watched him with curious yet sad eyes. "There are some things I need to disscuss with her now." He really tried not to smile at Charolette. Thankfully Molly's back was turned, or she would instantly know he was lying. "It can't wait."
"No Sirius, Charolette needs some tea. It would be best if you just discuss it now. The order is most likely going to talk about it tonighte anyway." Turning around, she was exposed to an empty kitchen. Frowning, She set down the cup of tea and seated herself in Charolette's chair. "Or not."
Sirius and Charolette had been walking around the house aimlessly for at least 10 minutes now. They were both silent, thinking and just enjoying eachothers presence. It had been sometime after they left the kitchen, when Sirius finally spoke.
"Would you like to talk about it, or no?" He asked, glancing at her face. Her eyes were hollow, but held much hidden emotion. "You'll feel better." He added, hoping that that was what it took to get her to start talking. She still said nothing. Sirius took her hand into his own, lacing their fingers together. "We'll go somewhere where we can talk, and not worry about anyone listening in.Come on."
Sirius peeked around every corner in the house, making sure there was no one looking for them, or waiting for them, or even just standing around. He wanted to leave the house without being seen, for Charolette's sake. Luckily, his plan worked, and they were now walking across the backyard.
The bodies of the battle were cleaned up, grass green, trees blooming. It didn't seem as if a fight even broke out. Sirius still led Charolette away from the house, heading to the patch of woods.
"I came here all the time when I was a kid," He explained as they stopped in front of a large oak tree dead in the middle of the wood. "I still do, actually. Serves as a good place to just sit and think, or scream your head off without anyone hearing. The best thing about it is, no one knows about it but you and I."
Charolette looked around the little clearing, her eyes resting on the large oak tree. It really was a secluded place, away from the eyes and hate, away from the world. She sighed, tightening her grip on the mans hand, whom in return, squeezed it affectonally.
"So, do you want to talk?" His voice was a bit more wary this time. As if not sure what her reaction will be.
***** Oh gods, should I tell him how I feel about him, or just everything that's been on my mind? My head is about to implode, which wouldn't be a good thing. Oh I don't know what to do.
Maybe I should just shove him down on the ground, and snog him senseless. There we go, that seems like a plausable thing to do.
*****
Charolette nodded her head, and mumbled a weak 'yes'. Gently pulling her towards the Oak tree, they sat down, indian style, facing one another. Sirius felt like a teenager again. Roughly around 16, with the Mauraders all gathered around the Mauraders Map, planning their next prank. Instead this time, he was sitting across with the woman of his dreams.
"It's just too much." She sighed, resting her head in her plams with her elbows propped up on her knees. "Two days out of Azkaban and already, I've lost what is left of my blood, and now hate my job and boss. Now I've shown the world what a weak-emotional-basket-case I am. Why? Why does the Wizarding World hate me?" Sirius supressed the urge to sigh, and looked the woman straight in the eyes. For the first time, he noticed a hint of blue in them.
"They just haven't gotten to know you, like I have.They're scared to get to know you. And as for Jones, he's been out to get you for the longest time. We probally should have said something before you signed that damn contract." Sirius mentally slapped himself, over and over and over. "Don't let this bring you down, Cookie, just don't let it bring you down."
Grinning slightly, Charolette brought her eyes to meet Sirius's. Cookie, her nickname given to her months before she was framed. She always liked it, feeling rather special.
Oh..I'm gone..I'm lost. Lord, please give me strenght. I don't want to end up skrewing him just yet. I want to wait untill after marriage!
Sirius too was grinning, it had been a while since he's used that nickname. In fact, he wasn't sure why this seemed the most appropiate time to bear it. But he did, and he was currently liking the reaction to it. Charolette was grinning, though trying to hide it, and failing miserablly. She shook her head, causing the man to laugh.
"Oh shush." Charolette said, breaking her gaze from the man, and looking around the small clearing. It was big enough for a small house. Possibly big enough for a medium sized house. She wouldn't know untill she measured the square feet.
"But seriously," Sirius stated, looking stern once again. "Don't let it all get to you. James has postponed your job for you, untill you're well enough to begin thinking about work. It's too soon, you need time to rest and to re-adjust. At least have some fun in life." He was grinning by the time he ended his sentace, making Charolette feel slightly scared for what he had planned up his sleeve.
"Depends on what kind of 'fun' we're talking about, love." She muttered under her breath.
"Pardon?" Sirius asked, leaning forward, hand extending to his ear. "Didn't quite catch that." Charolette shook her head, waving her hand, dismissing the current conversation. Sirius grabbed her hand. "No, what did you say? Padfoot wants to know." Charolette was now grinning again.
"I said," Charolette said, in a much louder tone. "Depends on what kind of 'fun' we're talking about love." Sirius was now smiling from ear to ear, a mischevious glint to his eyes. He looked like a mad man, and it was starting to scare the hell out of Charolette. Suddenly, she noticed that Sirius was inching closer and closer, that mad glint still in his eyes. "Back off, mongrel!" She cried in mock terror.
Only, her outburst hadn't haulted the other man's actions. Thankfully, Charolette was quicker and rolled quite a ways away before jumping to her feet. Sirius had ended up sprawled on the grass, head in one hand, and the other tapping impatiently on the grass, his saphire eyes glarring into her own. Charolette just shook her head.
"You know, life sucks." Charolette suddenly said, becoming stern and sad once more. "As childish as I put it, it really does. I've known since I was a child, that life is never fair, that you can't go on exceeding your expectations. Nothing comes out always as you planned. It can go horribly wrong, wonderfully right, or oddly in the middle." Sirius pushed himself off the ground, coming to face level with her. After all, he was 6'3, Charolette was 6'2 ½. "I don't see exactly why Jones is locking them up? A baby for gods sake! The man hates my family! But then, it dosen't surprise me. Half the Wizarding World is queasy about me." She sighed, rubbing her temple. "It dosen't make sence."
Sirius crossed the distance of the grass, and stood about 4 feet away from where Charolette stood. He just stared at her, wondering what the hell to say.
'She has a tendancy to answer her own questions.' He thought with amusment. 'Always answers her own questions.'
"What?" Charolette asked, noticing the wide grin plastered on the mans face. He came out of his trance, blushing slightly. "Black, now isn't the time to be picturing me naked." And his head snapped up, eyes looking into her own gorgeous black pearls.
"If you MUST know," Sirius drawled, scowling slightly. "I wasn't picturing you naked. Though, thanks for the thought. And quite frankly, I'm enjoying every movement you're making in my head at this moment." Smirking, Sirius watched the woman.
Charolette's cheeks had gone a slight pink, and she watched him with a rather amused look on her face. Crossing her arms, they stood and stared at eachother for what seemed like hours. Sirius was starting to feel slightly annoyed when Charolette finally spoke.
"Maybe James was right," She said, confusing the man. "It is all the more reason to go off and have babies."
Chapter Twenty-one
Hearing voices, led Sirius to the kitchen. Peering into the doorway, he spotted Mrs. Weasley bustling around the kitchen, and a very tired looking Charolette sitting at the table.
"Honestly, Molly, I'm fine now." She tried to say, ignoring the black puppy streaking across the entire kitchen.
"Tut tut." The red haired woman sighed, her back to Charolette. "You could use some tea the calm those nerves." Mentally, Charolette screamed.
"Molly, I know I rarely ever break down, but you have to understand, two days out of Azkaban and all of this is going on. It's just too soon. My nerves are on end."
"I can't belive the Minister forced you into working for him so soon. I knew something was going on the minute he showed up at the house. I should have put my foot down." Sirius saw Charolette shake her head, and bent down to gather up the black puppy. Instantly, the thing shut up, and enjoyed the attention. It had gone quiet, the perfect time to butt-in. Sirius opened the door all the way.
"Molly, is it possible that I borrow Charolette for a while?" He asked, looking past Charolette, who watched him with curious yet sad eyes. "There are some things I need to disscuss with her now." He really tried not to smile at Charolette. Thankfully Molly's back was turned, or she would instantly know he was lying. "It can't wait."
"No Sirius, Charolette needs some tea. It would be best if you just discuss it now. The order is most likely going to talk about it tonighte anyway." Turning around, she was exposed to an empty kitchen. Frowning, She set down the cup of tea and seated herself in Charolette's chair. "Or not."
Sirius and Charolette had been walking around the house aimlessly for at least 10 minutes now. They were both silent, thinking and just enjoying eachothers presence. It had been sometime after they left the kitchen, when Sirius finally spoke.
"Would you like to talk about it, or no?" He asked, glancing at her face. Her eyes were hollow, but held much hidden emotion. "You'll feel better." He added, hoping that that was what it took to get her to start talking. She still said nothing. Sirius took her hand into his own, lacing their fingers together. "We'll go somewhere where we can talk, and not worry about anyone listening in.Come on."
Sirius peeked around every corner in the house, making sure there was no one looking for them, or waiting for them, or even just standing around. He wanted to leave the house without being seen, for Charolette's sake. Luckily, his plan worked, and they were now walking across the backyard.
The bodies of the battle were cleaned up, grass green, trees blooming. It didn't seem as if a fight even broke out. Sirius still led Charolette away from the house, heading to the patch of woods.
"I came here all the time when I was a kid," He explained as they stopped in front of a large oak tree dead in the middle of the wood. "I still do, actually. Serves as a good place to just sit and think, or scream your head off without anyone hearing. The best thing about it is, no one knows about it but you and I."
Charolette looked around the little clearing, her eyes resting on the large oak tree. It really was a secluded place, away from the eyes and hate, away from the world. She sighed, tightening her grip on the mans hand, whom in return, squeezed it affectonally.
"So, do you want to talk?" His voice was a bit more wary this time. As if not sure what her reaction will be.
***** Oh gods, should I tell him how I feel about him, or just everything that's been on my mind? My head is about to implode, which wouldn't be a good thing. Oh I don't know what to do.
Maybe I should just shove him down on the ground, and snog him senseless. There we go, that seems like a plausable thing to do.
*****
Charolette nodded her head, and mumbled a weak 'yes'. Gently pulling her towards the Oak tree, they sat down, indian style, facing one another. Sirius felt like a teenager again. Roughly around 16, with the Mauraders all gathered around the Mauraders Map, planning their next prank. Instead this time, he was sitting across with the woman of his dreams.
"It's just too much." She sighed, resting her head in her plams with her elbows propped up on her knees. "Two days out of Azkaban and already, I've lost what is left of my blood, and now hate my job and boss. Now I've shown the world what a weak-emotional-basket-case I am. Why? Why does the Wizarding World hate me?" Sirius supressed the urge to sigh, and looked the woman straight in the eyes. For the first time, he noticed a hint of blue in them.
"They just haven't gotten to know you, like I have.They're scared to get to know you. And as for Jones, he's been out to get you for the longest time. We probally should have said something before you signed that damn contract." Sirius mentally slapped himself, over and over and over. "Don't let this bring you down, Cookie, just don't let it bring you down."
Grinning slightly, Charolette brought her eyes to meet Sirius's. Cookie, her nickname given to her months before she was framed. She always liked it, feeling rather special.
Oh..I'm gone..I'm lost. Lord, please give me strenght. I don't want to end up skrewing him just yet. I want to wait untill after marriage!
Sirius too was grinning, it had been a while since he's used that nickname. In fact, he wasn't sure why this seemed the most appropiate time to bear it. But he did, and he was currently liking the reaction to it. Charolette was grinning, though trying to hide it, and failing miserablly. She shook her head, causing the man to laugh.
"Oh shush." Charolette said, breaking her gaze from the man, and looking around the small clearing. It was big enough for a small house. Possibly big enough for a medium sized house. She wouldn't know untill she measured the square feet.
"But seriously," Sirius stated, looking stern once again. "Don't let it all get to you. James has postponed your job for you, untill you're well enough to begin thinking about work. It's too soon, you need time to rest and to re-adjust. At least have some fun in life." He was grinning by the time he ended his sentace, making Charolette feel slightly scared for what he had planned up his sleeve.
"Depends on what kind of 'fun' we're talking about, love." She muttered under her breath.
"Pardon?" Sirius asked, leaning forward, hand extending to his ear. "Didn't quite catch that." Charolette shook her head, waving her hand, dismissing the current conversation. Sirius grabbed her hand. "No, what did you say? Padfoot wants to know." Charolette was now grinning again.
"I said," Charolette said, in a much louder tone. "Depends on what kind of 'fun' we're talking about love." Sirius was now smiling from ear to ear, a mischevious glint to his eyes. He looked like a mad man, and it was starting to scare the hell out of Charolette. Suddenly, she noticed that Sirius was inching closer and closer, that mad glint still in his eyes. "Back off, mongrel!" She cried in mock terror.
Only, her outburst hadn't haulted the other man's actions. Thankfully, Charolette was quicker and rolled quite a ways away before jumping to her feet. Sirius had ended up sprawled on the grass, head in one hand, and the other tapping impatiently on the grass, his saphire eyes glarring into her own. Charolette just shook her head.
"You know, life sucks." Charolette suddenly said, becoming stern and sad once more. "As childish as I put it, it really does. I've known since I was a child, that life is never fair, that you can't go on exceeding your expectations. Nothing comes out always as you planned. It can go horribly wrong, wonderfully right, or oddly in the middle." Sirius pushed himself off the ground, coming to face level with her. After all, he was 6'3, Charolette was 6'2 ½. "I don't see exactly why Jones is locking them up? A baby for gods sake! The man hates my family! But then, it dosen't surprise me. Half the Wizarding World is queasy about me." She sighed, rubbing her temple. "It dosen't make sence."
Sirius crossed the distance of the grass, and stood about 4 feet away from where Charolette stood. He just stared at her, wondering what the hell to say.
'She has a tendancy to answer her own questions.' He thought with amusment. 'Always answers her own questions.'
"What?" Charolette asked, noticing the wide grin plastered on the mans face. He came out of his trance, blushing slightly. "Black, now isn't the time to be picturing me naked." And his head snapped up, eyes looking into her own gorgeous black pearls.
"If you MUST know," Sirius drawled, scowling slightly. "I wasn't picturing you naked. Though, thanks for the thought. And quite frankly, I'm enjoying every movement you're making in my head at this moment." Smirking, Sirius watched the woman.
Charolette's cheeks had gone a slight pink, and she watched him with a rather amused look on her face. Crossing her arms, they stood and stared at eachother for what seemed like hours. Sirius was starting to feel slightly annoyed when Charolette finally spoke.
"Maybe James was right," She said, confusing the man. "It is all the more reason to go off and have babies."