It's short, get over it!

Also, I don't own Harry Potter, that shot is seven books over what I can write.

anyways, enjoy!


Sirius's POV

The knock came a bit later.

I sat in the cottage's small kitchen, coloring with Athena and Harry when I heard it.

Athena had been delighted when I produced' Fantastic Beasts and Where To Find Them' later in the morning. She'd damn near exploded with excitement, and had somehow roped me and prongslet into an "epic drawing extravaganza!" (Her words, not mine).

Remus was upstairs, preparing the attic for his transformation later tonight. He'd been worried about it all morning, only stopping to curl up with Harry when he'd come into our room earlier.

I'd gotten up to make breakfast, leaving the two to snuggle (Remus had gone back to sleep, tired from the upcoming moon).

Only to be beaten by Sabine and the smell of-was that banana bread?!

Oh yes, it had been a wonderful morning indeed.

That is, until the knock came.

"Are you, expecting anyone?" Sabine asked, pausing her whisking of scrambled eggs to stare at the door.

"Sort of? We're waiting for Minerva to drop off more supplies, but-" I checked the watch Remus had given me. "But she works at a school and probably has class right now..."

She caught on quickly, shooing the duo into the next room before returning with a small suitcase.

I raised and eyebrow and she smiled rather evilly (my maurader heart was so proud!), nodding at me to answer it.

I stepped forward cautiously, raising the frying pan still filled with molten hot bacon grease (yes we put some in the eggs, we're not animals!).

A quick nod from the seer was all the confrontation I needed. I flung the door open, revealing a women I hadn't seen in more then a decade on my stoop.

Poppy Pomfrey hadn't aged a day, slightly-greyed hair pulled into a low resting bun and apron tied stiffly in place. The only thing missing was her head cap, and of course the look of amused annoyance she saved just for me.

But now we were here, a about ten years later. Gone was the carefree seventeen year old galavanting around hogwarts with his friends.

Gone was the slightest ticked off but overall loving caretaker I'd spent many an hour with. Sitting by Remus or James's bedsides (werewolves and dumbass-ery, respectively).

Learning how to stitch wounds and mend bones so when the time came, I could protect everyone.

No, I had failed on that account, and the school matron held an almost blank face as she stared up at me. (I'd been taller then her since fourth year.)

"How-"

"My name is Poppy Pomfrey, I'm the school healer. And when you were in third year you and mister Potter broke one arm each trying to see how long you could hang from the chandeliers in the great hall."

She was stiffer then I'd ever seen her, wringing her hands but meeting me square in the eye.

"I will not apologize for my anger towards you, I thought you had killed lily and James and I couldn't forgive you for that." Pomfrey stopped abruptly, suddenly looking much older then before.

"What I will apologize for is not going with my gut, for loosing faith in a man I knew from the bottom of my heart wouldn't-, couldn't betray his friends.

For trusting a crack-pot old fool over the sweet boy who dabbed healing salve into mister Lupin every month for for five years."

She was starting to cry, lip bit and eyes watering. When she spoke again, her voice shook.

"I can not ask you to forgive me, I was a coward who couldn't see past the lies concocted by a truly mad man. That I didn't cost you or fight for you or acted like!... Like the role model I grew to be to you.

But I can apologize from the bottom of my soul. I am so sorry, and you deserve better. You, and Remus, and that sweet little boy. And I'm going to do whatever I can to-"

I stopped here with a bone crushing hug, tears leaking into her soft honey hair.

Madame Pomfrey hugged me back, rubbing soothing circles into my back like she had when I'd cried about my mother's beatings at eleven.

"Thank you for coming back." I murmured into her hair.

"Of course." She simply whispered.

"So...I take it she's cool then?" Came Sabine from inside.

we separated, turning to see the young seer holding the strange small suitcase. Sabine was lowering it almost comically, eyebrows furrowed.

"Yes. Sabine, this is Madame Poppy Pomfrey. A very close person to Remus and I." I introduce.

"Oh.-" Sabine acknowledged, shouting the small suitcase away and gently plucking the grease-filled skillet out of my hand.

"Well, that's good enough for me! You want some breakfast? Can make ya some bacon and heat ya some banana bread if you'd like!" She holler over her shoulder as she traipsed back into the house.

"The bread sounds good, perhaps a cuppa if your so inclined. Though I can't sit much, got to help mister Lupin with his transformation." Madam Pomfrey bustled in.

"On it! Lupin's upstairs, tell him his eggs are getting cold and I am NOT remaking them!" Sabine huffed, busying herself back over the oven like Molly Weasley would.

Maybe that bill kid was rubbing off on her?

"Well, are you going to invite me in, Mister Black?" The matron asked me, clearly bemused by this seventeen year old home making.

I chuckled, puffing up my chest and doing a dramatic low bow.

"After you, most astute madam!" I bravado'ed.

Pomfrey smiled and patted me on the check before marching into the house.


done, boom!