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I do not own Harry Potter or the wizarding world or any other character from the series. A tiny bit of the text used here is taken from the books in an effort to clarify the timeline.
Tonight, ladies and gentlemen and anything in between, we find ourselves broadcasting live from number 12 Grimmauld Place, where tensions are running quite high around the dinner table as a wild Sirius Black and a ferocious Molly Weasley attempt to mentally smite eachother.
The Arthur Weasley has wisely resorted to a tactical retreat from the ongoing squabble. Its children follow, sensing the danger, and so do most of the surrounding onlookers.
A wild Remus Lupin can also be seen in its natural habitat; beside the Sirius Black, ready to clap a hand over its mouth, should the need arise. And if you look very closely, you can even see it face palming; a very common trait of a Remus Lupin.
"He's not a child!" said Sirius impatiently.
"He's not an adult either!" said Mrs Weasley, the colour rising in her cheeks. "He's not James, Sirius!"
"I'm perfectly clear who he is, thanks, Molly," said Sirius coldly.
"I'm not sure you are!" said Mrs Weasley. "Sometimes, the way you talk about him, it's as though you think you've got your best friend back!"
"What's wrong with that?" said Harry.
"What's wrong, Harry, is that you're not your father, however much you might look like him!" said Mrs Weasley, her eyes still boring into Sirius. "You are still at school and adults responsible for you should not forget it!"
"Meaning I'm an irresponsible godfather?" demanded Sirius, his voice rising.
"Meaning-"
Harry never got to hear the rest of Mrs Weasley's sentence, as the tell-tale sound of the fire flaring with floo magic sounded from the living room causing everyone to stiffen.
"Are we expecting someone, Mad-Eye?" asked Tonks.
Moody grunted and nodded once in confirmation, the ghost of a faint smile adjorning his scarred face.
Footsteps approached at a calm pace accompanied by very faint complaints from an unfamiliar voice about flooing. Professor Mcgonagall appeared in the doorway, wearing an uncharacteristically wide grin, and supporting a frail looking woman.
"Alright?" the mysterious new arrival greeted the room at large with a smirk.
Sirius, whose eyes had not left Mrs Weasley for a second, glanced up sharply upon hearing the voice, and Remus dropped his cutlery in shock.
Harry didn't know if it was his godfather and old teacher's reactions that gave it away, or the big golden eyes he'd only ever seen in photographs before, but he knew with near certainty who that woman was.
Sirius stood up slowly, shaking his head in disbelief, his chair's scraping against the floorboards the only sound to be heard in the room.
"A-Ash?" he laughed, voice cracking.
"The one and only.." Thalia smirked.
Something passed between them at that moment, an unspoken communication of emotions so deep and vulnerable no words could ever do them justice. Both scanned eachother over from head to toe, eyes glinting with recognition and nostalgia.
The moment was over and they flung themselves at eachother, desperately. Sirius buried his head into her shoulder as they both shook with unsuppressed emotion, hands fisting eachother's robes, much too scared to let go.
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The Fifth Marauder ~ HP
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