"I don't care," quietly said Laurie, drawing everyone's attention, including that of a man warily lifting his eyelids to peer at that young woman who'd just spoken, as she went on, "He…he saved us, guys. We're alive because of him, and, and-" Her pretty face crumpling in reaction to her recent awful memories from tonight's Halloween that had momentarily been pushed back in her mind and were now reasserting themselves in their full horror, Laurie abruptly stepped forward and threw her arms around a stunned Sirius, holding tightly onto him as she burst into tears, sobbing upon his right shoulder.
Staring in astonishment at that girl clinging tightly to him, Sirius missed how the faces of the other teenagers also suddenly changed into deep distress over their own fresh, dreadful experiences, but he became more than aware of those young ladies when both of them also leapt forward to give him their personal, thankful hugs while they too started crying, with every one of the trio of high school students continuing to embrace the wizard.
Dumbly opening and closing his mouth in a dead-on impression of a fish recently yanked out of the water, Sirius jerkily swung his head back and forth to look down with a growing sense of panic at the heads of the women pressing their faces and bodies against him. That was the only part of his own body that could easily move, since his arms were held fast by the strong hugs of the three girls squashed up against him, all with their firm, shapely, squishy, perfumed bodies-
Sirius Black hadn't been in any type of close contact with a member of the opposite sex of whatever age, size, or non-familial relationship since at least a week before it had all gone tits-up (a very unfortunate expression for this wizard to use at that exact moment, since he could easily feel right now six prime examples of post-adolescent mammary glands pressing against him) fifteen years ago, when the Potter family had been attacked by Voldemort at the Godric's Hollow house, resulting in the tragedy that had left Harry Potter an orphan and ended up with Sirius being railroaded into Azkaban and staying there for well over the next decade. Incidentally, that grim wizarding detention facility did not allow for any type of conjugal visits.
Not to mention that with all of the Dementors in Azkaban forever hanging around there and eager to conjure up every prisoner's worse memories whenever those monsters could do so, it was truly perilous to attract these floating spirits' attention for any reason at all. One time of being caught had been more than enough for Sirius, when during his first few months there, after he'd accidentally learned that his Animagus canine form was usually ignored, a bored Grim had started absentmindedly performing the extremely indelicate act that any male dog can accomplish. The ensuing feelings of minor enjoyment coming from his prison cell had at once summoned there at least a dozen Dementors, who'd nearly killed Sirius by flooding his brain with horrific memories of all his lifetime failures, including the occasions when he'd carnally disappointed his female partners.
It had all resulted in Sirius Black remaining as celibate as an eunuch during the rest of his stay in Azkaban, and even after. Much later, he'd simply never had the time, desire, or opportunity for getting some during any part of his successful escape from that prison and his subsequent life on the run, dodging Aurors while desperately searching for his godson. Even after finding Harry and then being cleared of the false charges against him when that rat traitor Peter Pettigrew was discovered to be still alive and also a Death Eater, Sirius had then been permanently stuck inside his family home at Grimmauld Place, due to Dumbledore's orders to stay out of sight and avoid other people.
It hadn't ever occurred to Sirius that perhaps his growing irritation about everything in existence, that had in the end led him to recklessly rush into battle at the Department of Mysteries, might have had something to do with that wizard's tremendous sexual frustration. Maybe if he'd just managed to get laid around then, things might have happened differently for everyone.
Still, at that moment in the Muggle house, Sirius wasn't thinking about this. Instead, to his embarrassed horror, he was feeling the sudden rush of blood arising to his face from the immense blush that had caught him unawares. Not to mention the equally unexpected and just as unstoppable shift of lower bodily fluids that was causing Little Sirius down there to arise as well, and in the process requiring a new name, such as When-Is-It-Going-To-Stop-Becoming-Sirius.