Anything in italics is a thought.
Any scenes in bold is occurring at a different time (Flashback).
A/N: Just in case it is still not clear to everyone, this story has been re-written so I suggest you all start again from the Prologue in order not to get lost within the new story plot!
Enjoy!
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Lost at Home
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As sleep started to give way to wakefulness, Sirius languidly stretch on his bed, wanting to postpone the moment of when he would have to get up and face another day locked up inside his ancestral home.
It's been days since I've slept so well… hmm… definitely don't want to get up…
Slowly, thoughts of the previous day began to flow back into his conscious mind, the order meeting, the attack, his talk with Remus and finally his bonding with Harry.
He smiled at that, it had taken time and some effort but the end result was worth it. They had gone down to dinner together, discussing heatedly about Quidditch and any other none consequential topic they could get their minds on, much to the amusement of everyone else present. Remus had given him thumbs up as he entered the kitchen and he answered with his traditional lopsided smile.
I'll have to remember to repay Moony some way, if it hadn't been him and his stubborn ways I'd probably still be moping around in a corner somewhere.
Remaining on his bed for as long as he could muster, he eventually decided to get up before they decided to send someone up to get him. Jumping out of his bed he began to ready himself for another day.
And what a wonderful day it will be!
OOOooo§oooOOO
Breakfast was the quietest affair of the day.
Most people were still too sleepy to make much noise or idle chatter, except the Weasley twins of course. However, it was to the shock of most people in the kitchen when a whistling and smiling Sirius Black entered greeting them with a joyous "Good morning!"
Remus tried to mask his snort by taking a sip of his hot coffee, but Sirius still saw his smug expression behind his cup to which he replied by giving him an even brighter smile. After a quick glance to see who was already at breakfast, most of the adults, the Weasley twins and Hermione, Sirius sat down in front of him.
"Morning Moony!"
"Morning Padfoot," he answered, not being able to repress the chuckle as he did so, adding the jibe at the end, "May I inquire as to what has placed you in such a good mood this morning?"
"Well, tis such a beautiful morning, I couldn't help but be in a good mood!"
Remus wasn't the only one that laughed this time.
"Besides, I finally managed to have a good nights sleep," Sirius added with a wink at his audience.
"Here's your breakfast young man. Make sure you put all your dirty dishes in the sink this time!" Molly Weasley said with a mock glare as she placed her delicious breakfast in front of Sirius, whom immediately attacked it.
"Sure thin' Molly,"
"Don't talk with your mouth full Padfoot," He rebuked with a theatrical all suffering sign for the kids present.
Chatter resumed as normal then only interrupted by the clattering of cutlery and the chewing of food. Remus, who had already finished his breakfast, amused himself by watching his friend eat while trying to smile at the same time.
He definitely looks much better, which is always good. Before he was depressed by being stuck in this dreadful place, haunted with his not-too-pleasant childhood memories and after his fight with Harry… I just hope things remain this way; they both deserve a little happiness.
"Moony. Hey, Moony!"
Remus snapped out of his thoughts, and frowning at Sirius, who was smiling ridiculously, said, "What is it Sirius?"
"I finished!" He pointed to his empty plate.
Lifting his hand to press lightly at his eyes, Remus tried not to laugh, "I don't know what I did to deserve this…" he muttered before continuing, "I can see that Padfoot."
"Well then, what are you waiting for? Let's go!"
But before he could ask what his friend was talking about he was being dragged out of the kitchen and to somewhere in the dark and damp Black household.
I'm getting to old for this…
Up a flight of stairs, past the bedrooms and into one of the upper living rooms, which still need cleaning.
"Padfoot…please don't tell me you just dragged me away from breakfast to get a head start on your cleaning…"
Letting out his bark like laugh, he settled down on a dusty armchair, "Of course not! What do you take me for Moony? I just wanted to talk."
"Right…" waving his wand at an opposite armchair, he cleaned it of any dust and filth before sitting down. "I can see that things went well with Harry yesterday" he ventured with a pleased smile.
"Yes! They went perfectly!" Sirius exclaimed, jumping from his seat with glee. "Oh! Go on! Smile smugly all you like, so long as you don't say 'I told you so' it'll be fine."
"But I did tell you so." He teased, laughing at his friends reactions.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever Mr. I'm-Always-Right-And-Still-Have-To-Put-Up-With-This Lupin."
He laughed, "That's old Padfoot." His friend merely brushed the comment away, "Well, aren't you going to tell me what happened?"
"Of course! I just…I just don't know where to start!" Sirius, it appeared, was unable to sit still in his agitated state, jumping and pacing and moving all about the room. "He had questions, obviously and he did get angry…but he also was so happy at being able to see them and us… and it was great! I just…it's impossible to put it into words, how it felt when we just stood there with each other and…and I have a son Moony!"
Remus couldn't help it, it chuckled at his friend.
The last time he was like this was when Harry was born, and before that when he was talking to me about Lily he thought fondly.
"Did you show him your memories?"
"Dozens of them! I figured he would understand things better if he could see it for himself, then he wouldn't have any doubt about the truth of them…I showed him our last Christmas together too…"
This seemed to calm him down, and Sirius once again sat on the used armchair.
"The one before the attack?"
"Yeah…he wouldn't believe me when I told him that we loved him and wanted him very much. Probably all that rubbish those goose-stepping Muggle mongrels have been telling him throughout the years."
A surge of anger jolted through him, and suddenly he wished he had stayed with Sirius to deal with Harry's relatives. "…I see."
Sirius looked at him, "I have that fat lump of an Uncle of his a concussion at least, blasted him through his very front door. I hope he broke something when landing. I hope Lily's horse-like sister is traumatised for life too, ugly women. They can't possibly be related." Even while he joked his tone was serious, "We can always pay them a visit once this is all over and I can leave this blasted house…or, better yet, we can sneak out!"
Hearing that at least they hadn't evaded punishment calmed him and the wolf within him enough to reply, "You have to have seriously damaged your brain somewhere if you even think that I'm going to allow you to risk your life again after all you have put me through these last few days."
"But Moony, it'll just be–"
"No. This reminds me, you owe me a drink."
"What?!"
"Two drinks actually."
"When did this happen?" Sirius asked, incredulous.
"Well, the first one you owe me because you invaded my house and helped yourself to my tea supply. The second one because of all the stress you've made me go through. I'll be lucky if I only lost ten years of my life after all this." He answered in his best teacher tone of voice, which, of course, only made Sirius laugh.
"Only ten? Why! I must be loosing my touch; I was able to make you lose thirty in the old days."
Before he could answer that however, the door to their room slowly opened and a black haired head peeked in.
"Sirius?"
OOOooo§oooOOO
Having finally roused himself enough to get down to eat breakfast, Harry quietly left his room, making sure not to awaken the still sleeping Ron. However, just as he was about to head to the kitchen, he head a faint laugh.
Curiosity getting the better of him, he decided to postpone his breakfast and investigate. As he neared the location of where the sound had come from the voice he heard became identifiable, together with another one.
That's sounds like Sirius and Professor Lupin. What are they doing here?
Standing just outside the door he heard his father's unmistakable bark like laugh.
Yep, that definitely Sirius or… should I call him Dad now? A glow of warmth seemed to spread through him at that I like the sound of that…Dad.
Deciding to forgo knocking, he slowly opened the door in case one of them stood directly behind it and was just able to hear his father say, "I was able to make you lose thirty in the old days." When Professor Lupin spotted him.
Deciding it was better to announce himself, he called, "Sirius?"
OOOooo§oooOOO
"Harry! Come in, come in!" said a beaming Sirius, "I was just updating Moony here of what happened yesterday" he explained as he ushered his son in, closed the door and made him sit in the armchair he had vacated.
"Harry, how're you feeling this morning?" Remus asked kindly, knowing how his friend's excited-ness could overwhelm a person, especially in the morning.
"…I feel…great actually" Harry answered smiling.
"Moony here is one of the main reasons behind all that happened Harry," Sirius continued with his explanation, "If he hadn't knocked some sense into me I'd probably still be mobbing about in my room like an idiot" he finished with a slight grimace, causing both of the other occupants to laugh.
"Well, I think I'll leave you two alone and go see if Molly needs any help cleaning up. I'll ask someone to bring you breakfast as well Harry." Remus said as he got up and made to leave.
"What? No! Stay Moony, you also have a lot to catch up with Harry."
"Yeah Professor Lupin, I don't mind." Harry added, feeling slightly guilty at having interrupted their talk. "Besides, I bet there's loads you can tell me that Sirius didn't tell me yet."
Remus looked at both of them, noticing the similar pleasing expressions and sighed.
Why do I have the feeling that I've just signed my death warrant with these two?
"If only to ensure that someone tells you about all of his embarrassing moments."
"No fair Moony!"
"Yes fair, I still haven't forgotten that time when you and James kept teasing me over the whole baby food throw up nor the Prefect incident."
"But Moony–"
"Baby food throw up? Prefect?" Harry asked with curiosity.
Remus gave a positively Snape-like smirk then. "Didn't Padfoot tell you what happened to him when you decided to play with your baby food?"
"No, what happened?"
Sirius just groaned and tried to hide his head with a nearby cushion.
"Well, you see, Lily had just introduced a new flavour of baby food to you, one that you apparently didn't take that much liking to, and I was left baby sitting…the details are irrelevant, but your father and godfather kept teasing me about it for weeks, making goat noises behind my back and mimicking horns on my head…"
"What flavour what it?"
"Strawberry and banana, but made with goats milk instead of cows milk." Came Sirius' muffled voice.
"Yes, well, since they decided they liked the incident so much I showed them exactly how it felt like to be dressed as a female goat with an apron filled with dancing strawberries. Only their costume lasted longer." Remus finished with a satisfied smug.
Harry tried to suppress a laugh at that mental image.
"Go on, laugh all you want," said a sullen Sirius, "Merlin knows that Lily had her fair share of it when she saw us."
His put out expression only made Harry laugh harder and Remus chuckle.
"What about the Prefect incident then?" Harry asked once he had regained his breath.
"Ah, that was less amusing," Remus explained with a small smile, "As you know, Prefects are chosen every fifth year, which reminds me, your Hogwarts letters should be arriving soon. Anyhow, I was chosen prefect for our year–"
"You were Prefect Professor Lupin?"
"Mr. Always-Prefect-Prefect-Moony." Sirius teased, emerging from behind his safety cushion. "The only one among us who Dumbledore thought would have enough power to control James and I. Of course neither of us made Prefect, as we spent too much time in detention and Wormtail…" he made a soft growling noise, "lets just say he was too pathetic for it."
"I need not point out that I failed dismally in my aim to try and control those two maniacs." Remus finished explaining, "and to top it all I had to endure them teasing me about it. They didn't stop even after I'd given them a detention!"
"In fact, that only made it worse" said a snickering Sirius.
Harry simply looked from one man to the other, noticing the easy friendship they had between them and pleased at being told all these interesting stories. It was just then that he noticed a tapestry behind both men, a very big and extremely old looking tapestry. The large words at the top telling him reading: The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black "Toujours Pur"
"Sirius, is that your family tree?"
"Huh?" Turning around, he spotted what Harry was pointing at and scowled, "I thought we had gotten rid of this rubbish already."
Standing up Harry made his way there and proceeded to scan the tree closely, both Remus and a reluctant Sirius followed him.
"This is huge! Your family dates back to the Middle Ages?"
"Well, that's what the tapestry says. Mother, on the other hand, stated that our lineage can be dated back to the Founders time, before this thing was created." Said Sirius in a bitter tone of voice, earning a reproving glance from Remus.
"You're not on here." Harry pointed out, seemingly not to have noticed his father's sudden dark mood.
"I used to be there," he answered, pointing to one of the small charred holes in the tapestry. "Dear old mum blasted me off after I ran away from home. I'm sure you'll end up hearing the story sooner or later from Kreacher, he's quite fond of it."
"Sirius–" Remus began, his voice holding a warning tone, but he was interrupted by Harry before he could continue.
"You ran away from home?"
"Yes, when I was about sixteen," he said with a shrug, "I'd had enough of them."
"Where did you go?"
"James' place, his parents were really good about it all and sort of adopted me as a second son. I stayed there until I was seventeen, when I got a place of my own with the money my Uncle Alphard had left me." Peering closely at the tapestry he commented, "I see he's been wiped off too, that's probably why. Anyway, after that I looked after myself even though I kept crashing at my friend's house for dinner every now and again."
Something in his tone of voice seemed to break through to Harry, who seemed hesitant to make his next question.
"It's okay Harry, you can ask. These are just not very fond memories of mine." Sirius explained with a strained smile.
"Why…why did you…?"
"Leave?" Sirius finished for him, trying to contain the slight anger and resentment in his voice by running a hand through his long hair. "Because I had enough, I hated every single one of them. My parents, with their pure-blooded mania, convinced that to be a Black was a blessing from Merlin himself and that made you practically royal…my idiot brother, soft enough to believe in their drivel…that's him."
Sirius poked a finger at the very bottom of the tree, next to his charred mark, where the name Regulus Black stood together with a date of death next to his date of birth.
"He was younger than me…and a much better son, as I was constantly reminded."
"But…he died."
"Yeah…stupid idiot…"
Remus, feeling as if this talk had gone on long enough, made a slight noise, attracting both their attention. "I think that's quite enough of family history for now. Besides, it doesn't contain any funny and embarrassing stories about your father, does it?"
Harry simply nodded while Sirius game him a thin smile, mouthing a silent 'thank you'.
Sure thing Padfoot, after all I know these are not pleasant things to remember he thought. He was one of the few people who knew how much Regulus' death had affected him, not matter how much he ranted and raved against his brother's decisions.
"Anyway Harry, you, Lily and the Marauders were all the family I needed." Sirius added with a lopsided smile.
"Thanks…I –d" Harry paused in thought, "Can I ask you another question?"
A glance passed between the two remaining Marauders before Sirius answered, "Sure thing son."
Hearing his father call him his son so easily seemed to give Harry some strength and he finally asked, "Can…can I call you Dad?"
"What?"
"Sorry, I shouldn't have asked. Of course I can't I was stupid I–"
"No, no! Harry, son of course you can" Sirius interrupted, embracing his son in a warm hug. "Of course you can, I'd love if you would. Just…unfortunately you can't call me that in front of anyone else…"
"It's okay, I don't mind…Dad."
Two beaming smiles made their way into their faces at that word, and they simply hugged each other with renewed appeal.
They are so ridiculously endearing sometimes it almost makes all the trouble worth it. A pity I don't have a camera here, this would make excellent blackmail material…a cute and cuddly Sirius Black!
OOOooo§oooOOO
By the time the three of them emerged from the room it was nearing lunch time and a very riled up Hermione was looking for him.
"Harry James Potter! Where have you been? We've been looking all over for you! There is cleaning to be done, Mrs. Weasley asked us to clean one of the drawing rooms which is infested with doxies, Ron and I have been up to it all morning and someone was supposed to be helping us. Here come along I- er…hello Mr. Black, Professor Lupin." Hermione said, a bit flustered at only then having noticed the two men.
"Hello Hermione. Please excuse Harry; we've been keeping him with us all morning." Remus explained kindly while Sirius tried not to laugh outright at his son's best friend.
"Ah…sure thing Professor, if you've been talking then it's no problem. Let's go Harry, Ron is waiting for us." And before he could so much as utter a word, Hermione had dragged him away. However, he was still able to hear Lupin say, "Don't you dare laugh Padfoot, she'll hear you!" and the following laughter that caused.
Opening a door, Hermione pushed him inside before entering herself.
"Hey mate! I see Hermione found you."
"Hi Ron, sorry to have disappeared this morning…"
"It's okay, next time just tell me before hand so that I can join you" Ron whispered conspiratorially, "Hermione's been working me like mad."
"I heard that Ronald!"
Ron just turned to her with a sheepish look on his face, but Hermione merely glared at him before turning back to Harry.
"Spill"
"What?"
"Spill! You haven't told us what happened yesterday and now I find out you've spent all morning with Sirius and Professor Lupin."
"Ah" Harry said with a smile, "Everything is fine, yesterday was…was incredible, I learned so much and Dad even showed me some of his memories of that time."
"That's great mate!" exclaimed Ron while Hermione gave a satisfied smile.
"Did he answer all your questions? About James and your mother and –?"
"Yeah, he did. James knew about them before hand and he helped my parents out when they got into a bit of a tight spot by polyjuiceing into Dad and allowing Dad to pretend to be him. Mum and James really disliked each other, they argued a lot so much it was funny to watch and she was really pleased when she found out she was going to have me." Harry said all this very fast, his excitement nearly palpable, "and apparently I was a very energetic and troublesome baby."
Ron and Hermione simply laughed at that.
"Nothing new there mate; with all the trouble you always end up in I can just imagine you going around as a baby, grabbing and breaking everything in sight."
"I bet that Harry was a very cute baby."
"I'm not cute!"
Whatever Hermione was going to say was drowned out by the loud "Children! Lunch is ready!" that Mrs. Weasley said.
"Let's go! I'm starving!" Ron said.
"You're starving? I didn't even have breakfast today!" Harry complained as they quickly made their way downstairs, leaving Hermione behind who simply muttered "Boys!" before following them.
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Lunch was a bustling affair as Mrs. Weasley rushed back and forth to ensure that everyone had their meal. Talking was heard everywhere, and although Harry wanted to join his father and honorary Godfather he knew it would look strange to leave his own friends alone.
Halfway through lunch Ron left to go to his room, quickly mumbling something about dirty clothes and Kreacher, causing both Harry and Hermione to laugh in amusement for they had brought their own clothes down the day before when Mrs. Weasley had asked for them. Soon after the twins also left and Harry knew by the way they were quietly murmuring that they were discussing another one of their projects.
Tonks, as she went to place her dishes in the kitchen sink, managed to bump into another chair and knock down all the dirty pans and dishes that were stacked next to it.
"Tonks!"
"Sorry! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean –" but as she moved to help Mrs. Weasley she tripped and ran into Molly, who fell together with her to the floor, causing laugher to ring all around the kitchen at her flustered expression.
"Tonks, I think it is better if you just stay still and let Molly clean everything up." Sirius said after letting out another of his trademark bark-like laugh, causing Tonks to flush in embarrassment and her hair to go bright red.
Meanwhile Ginny was helping her mother off the floor and Remus had stacked all the dirty dishes again on the sink. Soon after that everyone was leaving the kitchen, small chuckles and smiles could be heard and seen as each one went about their own business. As Harry left the room he saw his father give him a wink before turning back to talk with Lupin and Tonks.
And now… back to more cleaning
Hermione was quick to drag him back to the drawing room, expecting to find Ron already there, however as he had expected the room was empty save for the doxie infestation.
"I should have known that he wouldn't be here cleaning all by himself!" Hermione muttered as she took out her wand and set about summoning masks to protect them from the doxie spray.
"I'm going to go call him."
"Harry…if you are not back in 5 minutes I'll hex you both so bad you won't be able to play Quidditch this year" he heard Hermione say in a sweet voice. Shivering at the thought he quickly ran back to his room to find his friend.
"Hey Ron…" opening the door he found the room empty. Looking around he noticed that his friend had been there for his pile of dirty clothes was gone, but there was no other sign of him. "Strange, where the hell did he go? If he is hiding as payback for this morning I'm going to hex him"
Quickly leaving the room he ran back to the drawing room to tell Hermione that he couldn't find Ron, planning to head for the kitchen to find Mrs. Weasley and ask if she has seen him.
Arriving in the drawing room he found his friend away at work spraying at the doxies with enthusiasm, "Hermione?"
"What Harry?" she said, dodging and spraying a rather angry looking doxie.
"I can't find Ron, he isn't in our room so I'm just going to go downstairs and ask Mrs. Weasley if she's seen him okay?"
"Oh, for the love of— I'll go with you. I'm not going to keep on battling these doxies all by myself while you two skive off work again." Hermione grumbled, taking off her mask and placing the doxie spray on a nearby table. "Let's go."
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They asked Mrs. Weasley but she hadn't seen her son, although she did advise them to look for him in the temporary laid out laundry room. Both teenagers went there only to find it empty save for a slightly mad house elf. Frustration beginning to grow within both of them they looked in all the rooms they could think of, the living room, the twins bedroom, the girls bedroom, the adults bedroom, the other cleaning rooms, and the sitting room to no avail. They couldn't find Ronald Weasley anywhere.
"Oh! This is getting ridiculous!" Hermione exclaimed after they finished their small search, sitting down in a chair in a huff. "I know he is tired to cleaning but this is absolutely unacceptable, disappearing off like that."
"Maybe he's talking with one of the adults" Harry offered, slightly annoyed at his friend but feeling to elevated and pleased with recent events to be truly pissed off.
"Maybe… perhaps we ought to ask them then."
"Right, but first I need a drink of water."
"Me too, we can also see if there's someone in the kitchen."
But Harry and Hermione found the kitchen blissfully empty. Having their drink they decided to ask the twins if they had seen their brother, however upon hearing some rather disturbing noises from their designated work room they presumed it better to ask someone else.
Ginny hadn't seen her brother since lunch, but did volunteer to tell him they were looking for him if she saw him. When they did venture to ask Mrs. Weasley again she seemed surprised and a little bit worried by it.
"You mean you haven't found him yet?"
"No Mrs. Weasley, we've looked everywhere we could," Harry explained but quickly added when he noticed her worried expression, "Hermione simply thinks he's hiding in order not to have to do more cleaning."
"Dear me, we just in case it wouldn't harm to have more help searching for him."
"Someone's gone missing?" came a familiar voice from the doorway. Turning around Harry saw a smiling Sirius leaning against the door.
"We can't seem to find Ron anywhere" Hermione explained.
"Ron's missing?" A puzzled look formed on his face, "well, better make sure he didn't encounter any nasty little surprise around the house. I'll go tell Moony and then we can all search for him."
Ten minutes later nearly everyone was rounding the house looking for the missing Ron, and as more progress was made the tense feeling within each of them grew, together with the worry, each of them thinking the same thing.
Where the hell are you Ron?
OOOooo§oooOOO
The search continued to no avail.
Trepidation was beginning to settle within him, growing ever stronger as the feeling that Ronald Weasley was not to be found inside Grimmauld Place intensified.
Where could that boy have placed himself? Could he have been…but no, why would Voldemort be after Ron? If he had the chance to break into Grimmauld why not take Harry?
A sudden burst of gratitude that his son was still safe inside the house surged within him, at once making him feel relieved and slightly guilty, after all Ronald Weasley was still missing.
The boy couldn't just have vanished into thin air… he must be somewhere… somewhere not in Grimmauld Place.
A sudden sob interrupted his thoughts and he entered a room to find a distressed Molly Weasley being comforted by her daughter and Remus.
"W-what if he-he's dead?! Or captured? Or…or"
"Mum, don't worry. I bet Ron just got himself locked in somewhere, clumsy brat that he is." Ginny said softly, earning a reprimand from her mother.
"Moony…" He whispered, catching his friends attention, "I…I think it is best if we call an Order meeting."
"You mean…?"
"I don't think Ronald Weasley is in Grimmauld Place anymore."
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As I'm sure all of you have noticed, I took a bit of the dialogue and explanation of Sirius' family from the fifth book, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (chapter five 'The Order of the Phoenix' and six 'The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black' respectively). I figured that since this is what expect would have happened had Sirius remembered that he was Harry's father; some parts of the summer would remain the same while others changed, so why not borrow some of the explanations?
Now, I hope everyone if enjoying themselves with the new chapter. It was a rather boring chapter, but it was also a necessary one. Things are going to get interesting from here on! As usual, I am having trouble keeping my chapters up to their usual length which means that I have to keep breaking them in two! Well, at least that gives you readers more to read…
Now, on with 'Behind the scenes', with the Noble and Most Ancient Heaven's Demon. #strikes a pose#
[ "I finished!" He pointed to his empty plate.
Lifting his hand to press lightly at his eyes, Remus tried not to laugh, "I don't know what I did to deserve this…" he muttered before continuing, "I can see that Padfoot."
"Well then, what are you waiting for? Let's go!"
But before he could ask what his friend was talking about he was being dragged out of the kitchen and to somewhere in the dark and damp Black household, rather impressed that his friend hasn't got the script wrong yet. That's when he was dragged to the garden, instead then upstairs.
Well. I was beginning to feel disappointed.
Sirius stopped and turned to his friend, breathless. "Throw a ball and I'll go get it!"
"What?"
"Remember? Like we use to do at Hogwarts to gain the attention of that pretty girl which you fancied? What was her name again? Oh, whatever. Soon the whole female dormitory was patting me on the head!" If Sirius had a tail now, it would be swinging like mad.
"Yes, I remember, but Sirius—"
"Ball! Ball!"
"How old are you again?"
"Five and thirty. Now, don't make me use the puppy eyes!"
"No, please, not the puppy eyes!" But it was too late. Sirius had already turned into the black dog, and his eyes grew wide and shiny. It was simply irresistible, but Remus had on his behalf twenty year of experience. "What did they put in your coffee, for heaven's sake?"
"Okay. CUT!" Hell's Angel voice rose, and she sighed. "I told you not to give him chocolate, Remus. Oh, what the hell. Sirius, turn back into human and—awwwwww!"
It never fails, thought Remus, rolling his eyes as Dog!Sirius drove his sight to the authoress, whose heart was melting.
"Quick! Someone go fetch a ball! Now!"
Until next time,
Hells Angel & Heaven's Demon