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Fic - The Right - 1/1
Title: The Right
Author: Evandar
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: G
Genre: Angst
Pairings: Sirius Black/Mystery Manwho is probably Rodolphus, not going to lie
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and am making no profit from this story.
Summary: This close to his transformation, his nose is telling him that Sirius has been out of the house and with a man whose scent he doesn’t know; that Sirius is returning smelling of sex and stale liquor.
Author's Notes: This was written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hogwarts365's Prompt 148.
There are shadows under Sirius’ eyes: deep purple bruises that make his skin seem even paler and his cheeks appear thinner. He’s not eating. He pushes the food that Molly serves him around his plate with the tines of his fork, moving it and spreading it so that it looks like he’s eating it even though he doesn’t ever have more than a couple of mouthfuls. He drinks firewhiskey instead, and he vanishes into hidden rooms between meals. Sometimes, Remus tries to follow him like he did before the war, but he can’t ever find him. The House of Black is protecting its reluctant master.
This is exactly what made it so easy to believe that Sirius was a spy.
His patience wears out and he excuses himself early from dinner the day before the full moon. He lurks in the shadows next to Mrs Black’s curtains and tries to listen to the conversation he just left instead of her malignant whisperings. He hates ambushing people, but his intuition is telling him that something is wrong with his best friend.
Not just his intuition. This close to his transformation, his nose is telling him that Sirius has been out of the house and with a man whose scent he doesn’t know; that Sirius is returning smelling of sex and stale liquor. That, and the guilt on Sirius’ face when Remus catches him as he tries to leave, tells him that he won’t like the man’s identity.
“I can’t believe you’d be so reckless!” Remus hisses.
Sirius just shakes his head. “He won’t turn me in Remus,” he says. “We’ve been doing this for years. Since school.”
That, at least, is something of a pleasant surprise, albeit a painful one. That Sirius could have hidden something like this for so long… Remus glances out of the open door at the tall silhouette watching from across the street. He tries again.
““Just because you have stolen someone's heart, luckily owned and occupied as a home, doesn't give you the audacity to enforce hurtful policies.”” he quotes. “Sirius, this is killing you.”
Sirius shakes his head. “It is,” he says. “But Remus, it does give him the right.”
Author: Evandar
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: G
Genre: Angst
Pairings: Sirius Black/Mystery Man
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and am making no profit from this story.
Summary: This close to his transformation, his nose is telling him that Sirius has been out of the house and with a man whose scent he doesn’t know; that Sirius is returning smelling of sex and stale liquor.
Author's Notes: This was written for
hogwarts365's Prompt 148.There are shadows under Sirius’ eyes: deep purple bruises that make his skin seem even paler and his cheeks appear thinner. He’s not eating. He pushes the food that Molly serves him around his plate with the tines of his fork, moving it and spreading it so that it looks like he’s eating it even though he doesn’t ever have more than a couple of mouthfuls. He drinks firewhiskey instead, and he vanishes into hidden rooms between meals. Sometimes, Remus tries to follow him like he did before the war, but he can’t ever find him. The House of Black is protecting its reluctant master.
This is exactly what made it so easy to believe that Sirius was a spy.
His patience wears out and he excuses himself early from dinner the day before the full moon. He lurks in the shadows next to Mrs Black’s curtains and tries to listen to the conversation he just left instead of her malignant whisperings. He hates ambushing people, but his intuition is telling him that something is wrong with his best friend.
Not just his intuition. This close to his transformation, his nose is telling him that Sirius has been out of the house and with a man whose scent he doesn’t know; that Sirius is returning smelling of sex and stale liquor. That, and the guilt on Sirius’ face when Remus catches him as he tries to leave, tells him that he won’t like the man’s identity.
“I can’t believe you’d be so reckless!” Remus hisses.
Sirius just shakes his head. “He won’t turn me in Remus,” he says. “We’ve been doing this for years. Since school.”
That, at least, is something of a pleasant surprise, albeit a painful one. That Sirius could have hidden something like this for so long… Remus glances out of the open door at the tall silhouette watching from across the street. He tries again.
““Just because you have stolen someone's heart, luckily owned and occupied as a home, doesn't give you the audacity to enforce hurtful policies.”” he quotes. “Sirius, this is killing you.”
Sirius shakes his head. “It is,” he says. “But Remus, it does give him the right.”