𝙈𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙞𝙖 || harry potter

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙛𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚, 𝙘𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙢𝙖𝙨

Cassie couldn't sleep at all for days after the news off her mother, she was itching for a high to numb it all. She had considered fleeing countless times just to get her fix, but it seemed pointless in the long run.
They always seemed to find her.
Sirius was keeping an even closer eye on her, awake when she was, and sleeping when she did, not daring to give her the opportunity to fall back into her old ways.

Cassie swore days surrounded by Sirius would be total hell at first, though it was turning out to be not half bad.
There was still moments where she wished he would leave her all over again so she could wallow in her own self pity, and she absolutely would not call him 'Dad' as that seemed far too forgiving, but the two were reconciling after so many years.

"What was she like? My mum?" Cassie asked Sirius.

It was Christmas morning, and far too early for anyone else in the house to be awake but Cassie was feeling everything but festive this year.

"Your mum?" Sirius repeated tiredly, still not used to Cassie's nocturnal ways. "Beautiful, but a handful."

"Did you love her?" she asked curiously.

She wanted to know as much as she could about her mum, not just the parts Dumbledore and Sirius confessed to her.

"At the time, I did. It was impossible not too."

"What about now?"

"I'll always love her Cassie, she's the reason I have you, but I don't love her now, how I did then." he answered honestly.

"Hmm." Cassie shrugged.

"She would be proud of you Cassie. I know I certainly am."

Cassie found it incredibly hard to believe that anyone could be proud of her.
She was a drug addicted, troubled teen, just waiting for the day Voldemort chooses to recruit her.

The two sat in silence after that, watching the sun rise over the snow.
Sirius would occasionally move to make a fresh cup of coffee, whilst Cassie chain smoked atleast seven cigarettes in his absence.
The pattern continued until Harry trudged
down the stairs, throwing himself onto an empty arm chair.

"Morning." he grumbled.

Cassie wasn't sure if he was still half asleep, or delirious from a lack of sleep.

Cassie didn't have to bother keeping her distance from Harry like Dumbledore had advised, he was already avoiding everyone like they were the plague.
Clearly, he was still not dealing with what happened the night of Arthur's attack.

"Merry Christmas." Sirius smiled.

"God it's Christmas." Cassie mumbled.

"Least say it a bit more bloody merrier." Harry said looking at her for the first time in days.

"Oh piss off Potter, you're not exactly jumping for joy either."

"Enough you two." Sirius said stepping in. "It's Christmas! I'll be in the kitchen making hot chocolate, try not to kill eachother whilst I'm gone."

Sirius left the two, shutting the door slightly so if an argument did break out the whole house wouldn't have to hear.

"Do you have to have your tits out." Harry groaned, his face pressed against the chair muffling his voice.