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Never Quite Lost by marauder lady
Chapter 13 : Tryst
 
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It’s JKR’s

 

Chapter 13

 

Terese stood in the middle of her lounge, and looked around anxiously.  She took a deep breathe and, raising her wand, disillusioned herself. 

 

Sirius stood in the hall of his childhood home and looked around with distaste.  There was a knock on the door, followed by two short knocks. He partially opened it and, when he felt something brush passed him, he closed it.  As he turned his back to the door, his wife appeared in front of him.  He grinned at her.

 

“Cool.” He said, imitating Francesca.  Terese laughed.  He pulled her too him and wrapped his arms around her, relishing the feel of her face buried in his neck and her arms around his waist.  He kissed the top of her head.

 

“Are you sure this is a good idea, us coming here?” she asked, looking around 12 Grimmauld Place with trepidation. 

 

“Yeah, it’s got so many spells on it nobody can find it.”

 

“So how did you get in?”

 

“There’s a secret entrance only me and Reg knew about. Easier to get in as Snuffles as well.”

 

“So it’s safe?”

 

“It is, babe.” He reassured her, resting his cheek on her head and moving his hand in circles on her lower back.

 

“I’ve missed you.” She whispered.  “And I don’t just mean since I last saw you.”

 

“I missed you.  Every day in Azkaban I thought about you, as much as I could.”  She tipped her head up to him and he kissed her softly.

 

“Tess.” He murmured, as if he couldn’t believe that she was there with him.  She smiled up at him. 

 

“I love you, Black” she said softly, reaching up and brushing his hair off his forehead.

 

“I love you!”  He ran his hands down her back and rested them on her thighs.  He gripped them and lifted her up, making her wrap her legs around his waist.

 

“What would your parents say if they knew you were here with me?”

 

“Some utter boring bog-standard bollocks about blood traitors I would expect.” He said.

 

“Oh. Ok.” She said, and kissed him again.  He carried her up the stairs, careful not to disturb his mother’s portrait.  Without thinking, he took her into his old bedroom and dropped her on the bed.

 

“You never used to be this heavy” he teased. She smacked his shoulder.

 

“Cheeky.”

 

“That’s why you love me.”  He grinned.  She grabbed a pillow and hit him with it. “I’m kidding!!” he laughed. He pulled the pillow out of her hands and kissed her again.  They lay down.

 


 

 


 

Later, Sirius was asleep on the bed.  Terese gently kissed his forehead and wrapped one of the blankets around her.  She crept over to the opposite wall, and looked at the photos on the wall. She ignored all the muggle photos of girls in bikinis covering every other part of the room (apart from the Gryffindor banner).  These were typical of a teenage Sirius. 

 

She looked at the picture she knew he would be most proud of; the Marauders at school.  He and James showing the good natured arrogance they had been famed for, with Remus and Wormtail both looking incredulously pleased to be included in the coolest gang in school.  Her lip curled angrily at the sight of Wormtail.  He took her family away from her.  Stopped her daughter from having her father, uncle, aunt and cousin around when she was growing up.  Remus looked happier than she ever remembered seeing him.  She hadn’t seen him for a while, not since he had told her he loved her.  She missed him.  She was so used to having him around, the voice of reason.  And she missed his dry sense of humour, especially when Francesca was at school. 

 

James.  She missed him so much still.  She wished that her daughter could’ve known him. When Cesca was growing up, she would often say or do something that she knew James would’ve laughed at, or been proud of.  Whenever she saw Harry she felt the same thing; he would’ve been so proud of his son. 

 

She just missed having him around.  Getting over excited at Christmas and on birthdays. 

 

She wondered what it would have been like if James and Lily had lived.  She could imagine James and Sirius with their children.  Francesca would’ve had Sirius wrapped around her little finger.  James would’ve been teaching Harry to be ‘manly’.  Both would have ending up blowing up countless things in attempts to ‘teach’ and show off.  She smiled wistfully to herself.

 

Sirius opened his eyes slowly and reached out for Terese. His arm hit the mattress.  He opened his eyes and saw her standing with her back to him.  He could guess what she was looking at.  He reached for his trousers and, pulling them on, walked over to stand behind her.  He slid an arm around her waist and pulled her hair off her bare shoulder and kissed it. 

 

“Hello” she said, leaning against him.

 

“I miss him too.”  He said softly, looking at the photo. 

 

“I just wish the two of you could’ve seen Harry and Cesca grow up.”

 

“So do I.” he said, burying his face in her hair.  He didn’t want to think about what they had lost.  He decided to change the subject.

 

“You kept your hair long.” He commented, running his hand through it.  She shook her head.

 

“I had it all cut off when Cesca was a few months old.  I wanted a fresh start I suppose.  But I didn’t like it so I let it grow back.”

 

He looked down at her, she wasn’t very different now to how she was thirteen years ago. And he still loved her.

 

 

 
 


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