Sirius drabble
Apr. 4th, 2003 05:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
louiseluxA comment by Titania on snapeslash made me think of how Sirius would be received by the 'old crowd'. How would they know that he was innocent? With added Remus love.
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At the first house, Arabella Figg stunned him and locked him up in the cellar. She only let him go when the owl arrived, hooting urgently at the window. Later, after apologies, shock and sweet tea, Sirius sat in her comfiest chair eating cake and enduring the baleful glares of her cats. Arabella hugged him tightly as he left, her eyes still puffy from crying.
Mundungus Fletcher hit him on the head with a cricket bat he kept handy in his umbrella stand, because you never knew. As he crumpled to the ground, Sirius cursed the owl that was only now fluttering down to the door. After more apologies and a quick healing spell, Mundungus fed him a huge meal of meat and potatoes and listened solemnly while Sirius told his story, his eyes never leaving Sirius's face.
At the last house, Sirius didn't expect to be attacked, and he knew he wouldn't have to explain himself, but he tried to all the same. He didn't get far; Remus Lupin pulled him over the threshhold and into an embrace that simply got tighter, until Sirius was gasping for air and laughing. Remus loosened his grip, not quite smiling, then leaned in close again and kissed him hard, stealing the breath from his lungs once more.
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It might become something longer. I quite like the idea of Sirius having to adjust back to wizard society. "Yes, actually I'm innocent. It was Pettigrew". "Really, no!" Imagine how many times he'd have to have that conversation. Imagine the cocktail parties!
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At the first house, Arabella Figg stunned him and locked him up in the cellar. She only let him go when the owl arrived, hooting urgently at the window. Later, after apologies, shock and sweet tea, Sirius sat in her comfiest chair eating cake and enduring the baleful glares of her cats. Arabella hugged him tightly as he left, her eyes still puffy from crying.
Mundungus Fletcher hit him on the head with a cricket bat he kept handy in his umbrella stand, because you never knew. As he crumpled to the ground, Sirius cursed the owl that was only now fluttering down to the door. After more apologies and a quick healing spell, Mundungus fed him a huge meal of meat and potatoes and listened solemnly while Sirius told his story, his eyes never leaving Sirius's face.
At the last house, Sirius didn't expect to be attacked, and he knew he wouldn't have to explain himself, but he tried to all the same. He didn't get far; Remus Lupin pulled him over the threshhold and into an embrace that simply got tighter, until Sirius was gasping for air and laughing. Remus loosened his grip, not quite smiling, then leaned in close again and kissed him hard, stealing the breath from his lungs once more.
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It might become something longer. I quite like the idea of Sirius having to adjust back to wizard society. "Yes, actually I'm innocent. It was Pettigrew". "Really, no!" Imagine how many times he'd have to have that conversation. Imagine the cocktail parties!