Time Turner * Sirius Black✔️

9 1 * the weasley sleepover and the unobtrusive death potion

IT WAS SEPTEMBER of 1980. The Death Eaters were swarming the Ministry, leaving Order members to go into hiding since the proclaimed death of Bonnie Miller. Those who knew of Bonnie's definite liveliness were keeping it quiet since she could hardly move from how weak she was. By September, however, Bonnie was able to go places, always wearing a hood to hide her face in the magical world.

With the world under Tom Riddle's finger, everyone was losing hope. Bonnie knew, though; she knew that they would win. Even if the founders of Hogwarts said she was done, she knew that it was all her choice now. She would fight until Voldemort was dead.

Sirius ran a finger down her back, going slowly as he made patterns. She was grinning at him as she laid on her stomach. Sirius was propped up on his arm, both naked from their sleep the night before.

When Sirius's hair continued to fall in his face, Bonnie sat up. "Come on," she urged with a smirk. She stood, grabbing a sweater that rested on the bed frame. It looked like Remus's. Once Sirius pulled on a pair of boxers and sweatpants, he followed Bonnie into the bathroom.

"What're we doing, sweetheart?"

"Cutting your hair," Bonnie said with a wicked gleam in her eyes.

Sirius froze, his teeth biting his bottom lip. "Er... you know how?"

"Do you think I'll screw up on purpose?"

"Yes, knowing you."

Bonnie sniggered. "Sit on the toilet, face the wall. Come on, baby," she whined, grinning when his face scrunched at the nickname. She had said it on purpose, knowing he hated it. Huffing, she pouted, "I won't screw up, Sirius."

"As long as you don't call me 'baby' again," Sirius said with a smirk. Bonnie grinned, opening the drawer to find a pair of scissors. "Be easy, sweetheart. This is my pride and joy, you know."

Bonnie shushed him, using the scissors in a twirling motion to make him turn. He rolled his eyes and obliged.

When the first snip happened, Sirius whimpered a bit. "Not too short," he said quickly.

"Yeah, yeah," Bonnie mumbled, kissing his neck once. "Now, let me work my magic."

Sirius rubbed the scruff of his stubble as anxiety kicked in. He trusted his fiancée, but his hair was his baby. When she began to hum a Beatles song, Sirius found himself calming down.

After about five minutes of Bonnie snipping quietly, she told him to turn. His grey eyes were staring at her, making her a bit nervous as she cut his hair. He grinned mischievously, resting his hands on her waist to pull her closer. Rubbing his hands on the exposed skin of her thigh, Bonnie pointed the scissors at him.

"Don't distract me," Bonnie exclaimed with a mock stern look.

"You're just very distracting," Sirius groaned out, squeezing once. "Are you almost done?"

"Yes," Bonnie hummed. "We're taking the boys tonight, remember?"

Sirius frowned. "When did we agree to that?"

"When a two-month pregnant Molly asked for a night without her five children," Bonnie said with a snort. "They're going to floo in around three. Well, besides Fred and George. Arthur is going to floo with them."

"I cannot believe they chose Regulus as godfather," Sirius said with a snort. "Those buggers are a handful." Bonnie picked up the scissors, waving her wand to clean up the mass of hair on the ground. "Done?" When he stood, he grinned at himself in the mirror. "Hell, our children are going to have the best hair. Thanks, sweetheart."