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Elara's caramel eyes were wide as she stared at the man who stood in front of her. He was tall ( not as tall as papa ), had dirty black hair that was matted slightly at the back and was unkempt, his face was dirty, covered in mud and a solemn expression laid on his face. She couldn't form any proper works. She could only stare with wide eyes at the man she remembered only from story time and the scarce amount of photos she owned.
"Elara," Sirius breathed out, his silvery eyes were pooling tears. Similarly, so was Elara's. She looked shocked, but that didn't stop her eyes from filling up with tears. "Little poppet," he walked up to her, cautiously. He didn't want to overwhelm him. She didn't need or deserve that. Sirius wandered closer and closer, until they were inches apart. Before he could reach down to wrap her into a hug he should've given her twelve years ago, her hand slapped across his face. He winced, hand rubbing where hers had been momentarily.
"Why?" She mumbled out. She tried keeping herself calm. She needed to stay calm. She needed the answers to fill the missing gaps. "Tell me now," she demanded him, her voice was small and was empty of emotions.
"I will," Sirius couldn't help but choke out a small sob. "But can I please hug you?" He really just wanted to hold her tightly in his arms once again. The last time he did, it was twelve years ago. Despite how much taller she had grown and how mature she had gotten since her younger years, she was still the same little poppet he held in his arms whenever she had a nightmare or when she wanted to hear stories. His eyes glistened even more with tears when the girl nodded and wrapped her arms around his waist. He buried his head into her hair, whimpering slightly.
Similarly, Elara was crying herself. It wasn't sad tears, but it was also not happy tears. "Please," she mumbled softly, her voice croaking due to how she was still crying. His thumbs graces her cheeks and he pulled her into his side, the two embracing a twelve year belated hug that was severely overdue. "Please tell me what I said was true," she begged him. He needed to say what she said was true, otherwise she would lose all hope.
Sirius cupped her cheeks with his hands, smiling proudly as he admired the girl his little poppet grew to be. In her eyes, he could still see the spark she's always held. The same spark that would glow even in the darkest of times. "Yes, little poppet, everything you said was true," Elara let out a small sob, her shoulders quivering slightly. Sirius made her look up at him, his eyes full of proudness and admiration for the girl his baby girl had become. "You're so big," he said, breathlessly as she let out a chesty laugh. She pulled him even tighter into a hug, her short stature wrapping around his significantly larger one.
Laurie, who was sitting on the floor, rubbed his soft fur against Sirius' exposed ankle. The man laughed out, his hand reaching down to smooth his soft white fur. The cat seemed quite content with the reunion, licking his fur and trodding towards Crookshanks who was sprawled out on the wooden floor. "Dad," Elara breathed out, testing it on her tongue. It felt weird when the only person she had called dad for the past twelve years was Remus. Nevertheless, calling Sirius Black, the mad mass murderer who was wanted by everyone, 'dad' felt so normal at the same time. "You're twelve years late and I don't have any chocolate but I think we can improvise and just talk," Sirius felt like crying all over again, not that he had stopped, he was slightly more calm now but hearing her speak and call him 'dad' made him want to curl up and cry.
