WARNING: This chapter contains scenes not suitable for younger audiences,
and for this reason this chapter is rated R for mature subject matter.
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Chapter 6: The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black
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Sirius showed Anisia to the room she would be staying in for a little while, though no one knew how long, even Anisia. They climbed up the first landing, pausing for a minute.
"What's that a picture of?" Anisia asked, looking at the little piece of picture showing from underneath the curtains covering it.
"My dear old mum," said Sirius. "We've been trying to get her down for two weeks but we think she put a Permanent Sticking Charm on the back of the canvas." Sirius explained.
"But what is a portrait of your mother doing here?" Anisia asked, confused.
"This was my parents' house," Sirius said. "But I'm the last Black left, so it's mine now. I offered it to Dumbledore for Headquarters - about the only useful thing I've been able to do so far."
Anisia didn't know what to say so she just nodded and they continued up the stairs to the second floor. Sirius pointed to the room Anisia was to stay in, opening the door for her.
The bedroom looked even danker and gloomier than it had on first glance. The blank picture on the wall was breathing very slowly and deeply, as if an invisible occupant was asleep. The bed was below the picture, large with four posts rising in the darkened room.
"I'm sorry. it's not what you'd call 'nice', but it's your own room if you. want to stay here for a while." Sirius explained, holding Anisia's hands in his. She smiled up at him.
"It's perfect; I think I will be staying here for a while." Anisia said, turning around to face the rest of the room.
"That's wonderful." Sirius mumbled, leaning down slightly to kiss the nook of Anisia's neck. Anisia giggled softly at the light touches of his lips on her neck.
There was a soft knocking on the door. Sirius and Anisia turned around at the sound. Lupin was standing at the door, leaning against it slightly and smiling.
"If the two love birds can wait a little longer, we could explain to Anisia everything." Lupin said. Sirius smiled at him and nodded.
"Yes, it would be nice to be clued in on whatever is going on." Anisia said, stepping forward.
The three of them went downstairs to the basement kitchen. The room was scarcely less gloomy than the hall above, a cavernous room with rough stone walls. Most of the light was coming from the large fire at the end of the room. A haze of pipe smoke hung in the air, through which loomed heavy iron pots and pans hanging from the dark ceiling. Many chairs had been crammed into the room and a long wooden table stood in the middle of them, littered with rolls of parchment, goblets, empty wine bottles and a heap of what appeared to be rags.
Mr. Weasley and his eldest son Bill (which Anisia had only seen a few times), were sitting at the end of the very large table speaking quietly to one another. Snape was no where to be seen so Anisia assumed he must have left.
"Key!" Mr. Weasley said walking over to Anisia and shaking her hand, she smiled at him. "Good to see you!"
"Arthur, long time no see." Anisia said, returning the shake. Over his shoulder Anisia saw Bill, who wore his long hair in a ponytail.
"Hello Key, it's good to see you again." Bill called his voice carrying.
"Sit down, Key" Sirius said, and Anisia sat down in the closest chair. "This is Mundungus."
The pile of rags snorted then jerked awake.
"Some'n say m'name?" Mundungus mumbled sleepily. "I 'gree with Sirius." He mumbled again, raising his hand droopily into the air as if he was voting for something. Anisia smiled pityingly.
"The meeting's over, Dung." Sirius said as he and Lupin sat down around the table. "Key has arrived."
"Eh?" Mundungus peered at Anisia, through his matted ginger hair. "Blimey, so she 'as. Yeah. you all right, 'Nisia?"
"Oh. yes, I'm fine." Anisia said quietly. Mundungus nodded slightly, or maybe he was having trouble lifting his head?
"How have you been Key? We haven't been able to talk in a while; the ministry has had you running all over the place, haven't they?" Arthur said, trying to break the odd silence between the four people. Anisia looked up.
"Oh yes, Padfoot breaking out of Azkaban and rumors of Lord Voldemort running free as well have been making me quite busy." Anisia explained.
"I would have welcomed some work, would have broken the monotony nicely. At least you've been able to get out and about, stretch your legs. I've been stuck inside for two weeks." Sirius explained.
"Why?" Anisia asked, looking over at his sullen face.
"As you know, the Ministry of Magic's still after me, and Voldemort will know all about me being an Animagus by now, Wormtail will have told him, so my big disguise is useless. There's not much I can do for the Order of the Phoenix. or so Dumbledore feels."
There was something about the slightly flattened tone of voice in which Sirius uttered Dumbledore's name that told Anisia that Sirius was not very happy with the Headmaster of Hogwarts. Anisia suddenly felt a great need for Sirius to be by her side, she reached over and put her hand on his, gripping Sirius's hand softly.
"At least you know what's going on." Anisia said reassuringly.
"Oh yea," Sirius said, his words dripping with sarcasm. "Listening to Snape's reports, having to take all his snide hints that he's out there risking his life while I'm sitting on my butt here having a nice comfortable time. asking me how my cleaning's going-"
"Cleaning?" Anisia asked, raising her eyebrow. The house didn't look at all like there was an effort going on to clean it.
"Yea, trying to make this place fit for human habitation," Sirius said, waving a hand around the dismal kitchen. "No one has lived here for en years, not since my dear mother died, unless you count her old house-elf, and he's gone round he twist - hasn't cleaned anything in ages." Sirius explained. Anisia sighed and looked around, he was right. It must have been much worse when Sirius had started. All while Sirius and Anisia (and occasionally Mundungus) were talking Arthur, Bill and Lupin were having an intense conversation about something like goblins.
After Sirius had explained almost everything to Anisia, Bill stood up and said his good-byes. Mundungus was half asleep once again in the middle of the table. Arthur stood as well, Lupin still sat in his place.
"Well, I'll be off then. Should I say you're sick, Key dear?" Arthur offered, Anisia looked up at him, blushing slightly, Sirius squeezed her hand encouragingly.
"Yes, that would be quite wonderful of you Arthur, thank you." Anisia said, Arthur winked at Sirius and left.
That's when Anisia and Sirius stood. Lupin started gathering some parchment and standing.
"Well, I should be off as well; I must have some words with Dumbledore." Lupin explained.
"See you Moony." Sirius said.
"Good-bye Moony." Anisia said, walking over and giving him a small peck on the cheek. Lupin flushed only slightly before he left.
"You give him a kiss and not me?" Sirius asked almost childishly, his voice wasn't as hard or bitter as it had been before.
"Shh Sirius! Mundungus might hear you!" Anisia said reprovingly, Mundungus was still in the middle of the table in a drunken sleep. Sirius just smiled and wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Aw, he won't care. he knows what two people do when they--"
"Oh give it up Sirius!" Anisia was having a hard time keeping a straight face as she grabbed the collar of Sirius's shirt and guided him up to her room (which she scarcely remembered how to get to).
Once in the room Sirius closed the door and bolted it. Anisia looked at him baffled.
"Why'd you do that?" She asked, she had thought they were alone.
"Kreacher, we don't want him. walking in on us." Sirius explained, walking over and lying Anisia down on the bed underneath him. Anisia giggled softly as Sirius started to leave a trail a kisses down her neck.
"Padfoot!" Anisia yelped out when he nibbled down on her collar bone. Sirius just chuckled and stripped the two of them of their clothes.
Anisia moaned loudly as Sirius slipped into her, starting a steady but hastened pace of thrusts.
"Be gentle. it's been a long time." Anisia whimpered slightly, Sirius slowed his pace, making sure not to hurt his love.
At first Anisia was a little worried about the painting above the bed, she still did not know who it was of, but that did not matter now as she concentrated on Sirius and his ministrations. Sirius was doing things to her that she had never known he could do, or knew how to do for that matter.
Sirius pulled out of Anisia briefly and kissed her hard on the lips before he reached down to his clothes and pulled out his wand. He flicked his wrist and a few candles came floating out of the drawer next to the bed and lit, allowing Anisia to see Sirius's naked body clearly.
"Oh Padfoot." Anisia mumbled, running her hands over Sirius's chest, he smiled and put her hands around his neck.
Sirius hushed her and pushed her back down, kissing her hard on the lips. He started trailing his kisses down her body; nipping and suckling, probably harder than he should have been but he knew Anisia wanted it. they both knew they needed it.
As the hours went by there were many sounds of the front door opening and closing downstairs but no one bothered them throughout the whole time they were together.
The next day Anisia awoke to the bright sunshine glistening in her eyes. She turned over, mumbling something, trying to go back to sleep.
"Come on sleepy, Molly will be coming over soon with the children to help with the cleaning; she'll be very pleased to see you." Sirius said, walking over to the bed and sitting down on the edge next to Anisia.
"What time is it.?" Anisia asked, sitting up groggily. Sirius smiled, raising his eyebrow a bit as he looked over Anisia.
Anisia looked down, suddenly noticing her naked body and grabbed at the sheets to cover herself up, she blushed sheepishly. Sirius leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips, catching Anisia by surprise.
"It's about seven." Sirius said Anisia nodded slightly as she yawned and stretched her arms.
"That early.? And Molly is bringing the children with her?" Anisia asked, Sirius nodded once again, sighing slightly.
"Yes, all of the children, and Hermione Granger, have you met her before? I believe she is quite bright." Sirius explained, trying to make some small talk as he pulled on a gruffy old shirt then ran his hands through his hair to make it look a little more presentable.
"What about Harry?" Anisia asked almost immediately after watching Sirius for a few seconds. Sirius turned to his lover, smiling a sad smile.
"He might be coming here in a week or two to stay until school starts up again, that's why we've got to make this place a little more habitable." Sirius said, walking back over to the bed and sitting next to Anisia once again.
"You really care about Harry, don't you?" Anisia said, turning to Sirius and smiling, he nodded.
"I really do."
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AN: I had a little. trouble writing that last scene, I hope it turned out alright, I might be changing it though, I don't know.
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Chapter 6: The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black
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Sirius showed Anisia to the room she would be staying in for a little while, though no one knew how long, even Anisia. They climbed up the first landing, pausing for a minute.
"What's that a picture of?" Anisia asked, looking at the little piece of picture showing from underneath the curtains covering it.
"My dear old mum," said Sirius. "We've been trying to get her down for two weeks but we think she put a Permanent Sticking Charm on the back of the canvas." Sirius explained.
"But what is a portrait of your mother doing here?" Anisia asked, confused.
"This was my parents' house," Sirius said. "But I'm the last Black left, so it's mine now. I offered it to Dumbledore for Headquarters - about the only useful thing I've been able to do so far."
Anisia didn't know what to say so she just nodded and they continued up the stairs to the second floor. Sirius pointed to the room Anisia was to stay in, opening the door for her.
The bedroom looked even danker and gloomier than it had on first glance. The blank picture on the wall was breathing very slowly and deeply, as if an invisible occupant was asleep. The bed was below the picture, large with four posts rising in the darkened room.
"I'm sorry. it's not what you'd call 'nice', but it's your own room if you. want to stay here for a while." Sirius explained, holding Anisia's hands in his. She smiled up at him.
"It's perfect; I think I will be staying here for a while." Anisia said, turning around to face the rest of the room.
"That's wonderful." Sirius mumbled, leaning down slightly to kiss the nook of Anisia's neck. Anisia giggled softly at the light touches of his lips on her neck.
There was a soft knocking on the door. Sirius and Anisia turned around at the sound. Lupin was standing at the door, leaning against it slightly and smiling.
"If the two love birds can wait a little longer, we could explain to Anisia everything." Lupin said. Sirius smiled at him and nodded.
"Yes, it would be nice to be clued in on whatever is going on." Anisia said, stepping forward.
The three of them went downstairs to the basement kitchen. The room was scarcely less gloomy than the hall above, a cavernous room with rough stone walls. Most of the light was coming from the large fire at the end of the room. A haze of pipe smoke hung in the air, through which loomed heavy iron pots and pans hanging from the dark ceiling. Many chairs had been crammed into the room and a long wooden table stood in the middle of them, littered with rolls of parchment, goblets, empty wine bottles and a heap of what appeared to be rags.
Mr. Weasley and his eldest son Bill (which Anisia had only seen a few times), were sitting at the end of the very large table speaking quietly to one another. Snape was no where to be seen so Anisia assumed he must have left.
"Key!" Mr. Weasley said walking over to Anisia and shaking her hand, she smiled at him. "Good to see you!"
"Arthur, long time no see." Anisia said, returning the shake. Over his shoulder Anisia saw Bill, who wore his long hair in a ponytail.
"Hello Key, it's good to see you again." Bill called his voice carrying.
"Sit down, Key" Sirius said, and Anisia sat down in the closest chair. "This is Mundungus."
The pile of rags snorted then jerked awake.
"Some'n say m'name?" Mundungus mumbled sleepily. "I 'gree with Sirius." He mumbled again, raising his hand droopily into the air as if he was voting for something. Anisia smiled pityingly.
"The meeting's over, Dung." Sirius said as he and Lupin sat down around the table. "Key has arrived."
"Eh?" Mundungus peered at Anisia, through his matted ginger hair. "Blimey, so she 'as. Yeah. you all right, 'Nisia?"
"Oh. yes, I'm fine." Anisia said quietly. Mundungus nodded slightly, or maybe he was having trouble lifting his head?
"How have you been Key? We haven't been able to talk in a while; the ministry has had you running all over the place, haven't they?" Arthur said, trying to break the odd silence between the four people. Anisia looked up.
"Oh yes, Padfoot breaking out of Azkaban and rumors of Lord Voldemort running free as well have been making me quite busy." Anisia explained.
"I would have welcomed some work, would have broken the monotony nicely. At least you've been able to get out and about, stretch your legs. I've been stuck inside for two weeks." Sirius explained.
"Why?" Anisia asked, looking over at his sullen face.
"As you know, the Ministry of Magic's still after me, and Voldemort will know all about me being an Animagus by now, Wormtail will have told him, so my big disguise is useless. There's not much I can do for the Order of the Phoenix. or so Dumbledore feels."
There was something about the slightly flattened tone of voice in which Sirius uttered Dumbledore's name that told Anisia that Sirius was not very happy with the Headmaster of Hogwarts. Anisia suddenly felt a great need for Sirius to be by her side, she reached over and put her hand on his, gripping Sirius's hand softly.
"At least you know what's going on." Anisia said reassuringly.
"Oh yea," Sirius said, his words dripping with sarcasm. "Listening to Snape's reports, having to take all his snide hints that he's out there risking his life while I'm sitting on my butt here having a nice comfortable time. asking me how my cleaning's going-"
"Cleaning?" Anisia asked, raising her eyebrow. The house didn't look at all like there was an effort going on to clean it.
"Yea, trying to make this place fit for human habitation," Sirius said, waving a hand around the dismal kitchen. "No one has lived here for en years, not since my dear mother died, unless you count her old house-elf, and he's gone round he twist - hasn't cleaned anything in ages." Sirius explained. Anisia sighed and looked around, he was right. It must have been much worse when Sirius had started. All while Sirius and Anisia (and occasionally Mundungus) were talking Arthur, Bill and Lupin were having an intense conversation about something like goblins.
After Sirius had explained almost everything to Anisia, Bill stood up and said his good-byes. Mundungus was half asleep once again in the middle of the table. Arthur stood as well, Lupin still sat in his place.
"Well, I'll be off then. Should I say you're sick, Key dear?" Arthur offered, Anisia looked up at him, blushing slightly, Sirius squeezed her hand encouragingly.
"Yes, that would be quite wonderful of you Arthur, thank you." Anisia said, Arthur winked at Sirius and left.
That's when Anisia and Sirius stood. Lupin started gathering some parchment and standing.
"Well, I should be off as well; I must have some words with Dumbledore." Lupin explained.
"See you Moony." Sirius said.
"Good-bye Moony." Anisia said, walking over and giving him a small peck on the cheek. Lupin flushed only slightly before he left.
"You give him a kiss and not me?" Sirius asked almost childishly, his voice wasn't as hard or bitter as it had been before.
"Shh Sirius! Mundungus might hear you!" Anisia said reprovingly, Mundungus was still in the middle of the table in a drunken sleep. Sirius just smiled and wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Aw, he won't care. he knows what two people do when they--"
"Oh give it up Sirius!" Anisia was having a hard time keeping a straight face as she grabbed the collar of Sirius's shirt and guided him up to her room (which she scarcely remembered how to get to).
Once in the room Sirius closed the door and bolted it. Anisia looked at him baffled.
"Why'd you do that?" She asked, she had thought they were alone.
"Kreacher, we don't want him. walking in on us." Sirius explained, walking over and lying Anisia down on the bed underneath him. Anisia giggled softly as Sirius started to leave a trail a kisses down her neck.
"Padfoot!" Anisia yelped out when he nibbled down on her collar bone. Sirius just chuckled and stripped the two of them of their clothes.
Anisia moaned loudly as Sirius slipped into her, starting a steady but hastened pace of thrusts.
"Be gentle. it's been a long time." Anisia whimpered slightly, Sirius slowed his pace, making sure not to hurt his love.
At first Anisia was a little worried about the painting above the bed, she still did not know who it was of, but that did not matter now as she concentrated on Sirius and his ministrations. Sirius was doing things to her that she had never known he could do, or knew how to do for that matter.
Sirius pulled out of Anisia briefly and kissed her hard on the lips before he reached down to his clothes and pulled out his wand. He flicked his wrist and a few candles came floating out of the drawer next to the bed and lit, allowing Anisia to see Sirius's naked body clearly.
"Oh Padfoot." Anisia mumbled, running her hands over Sirius's chest, he smiled and put her hands around his neck.
Sirius hushed her and pushed her back down, kissing her hard on the lips. He started trailing his kisses down her body; nipping and suckling, probably harder than he should have been but he knew Anisia wanted it. they both knew they needed it.
As the hours went by there were many sounds of the front door opening and closing downstairs but no one bothered them throughout the whole time they were together.
The next day Anisia awoke to the bright sunshine glistening in her eyes. She turned over, mumbling something, trying to go back to sleep.
"Come on sleepy, Molly will be coming over soon with the children to help with the cleaning; she'll be very pleased to see you." Sirius said, walking over to the bed and sitting down on the edge next to Anisia.
"What time is it.?" Anisia asked, sitting up groggily. Sirius smiled, raising his eyebrow a bit as he looked over Anisia.
Anisia looked down, suddenly noticing her naked body and grabbed at the sheets to cover herself up, she blushed sheepishly. Sirius leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips, catching Anisia by surprise.
"It's about seven." Sirius said Anisia nodded slightly as she yawned and stretched her arms.
"That early.? And Molly is bringing the children with her?" Anisia asked, Sirius nodded once again, sighing slightly.
"Yes, all of the children, and Hermione Granger, have you met her before? I believe she is quite bright." Sirius explained, trying to make some small talk as he pulled on a gruffy old shirt then ran his hands through his hair to make it look a little more presentable.
"What about Harry?" Anisia asked almost immediately after watching Sirius for a few seconds. Sirius turned to his lover, smiling a sad smile.
"He might be coming here in a week or two to stay until school starts up again, that's why we've got to make this place a little more habitable." Sirius said, walking back over to the bed and sitting next to Anisia once again.
"You really care about Harry, don't you?" Anisia said, turning to Sirius and smiling, he nodded.
"I really do."
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AN: I had a little. trouble writing that last scene, I hope it turned out alright, I might be changing it though, I don't know.