Time Astral | Sirius Black

41||The Apothecary

As Alasia had promised Sirius, she invited Harry over for a span of two days before he'd leave for Hogwarts again. 

"So this is your home."

Alasia grinned, "This is my home."

"What about the house in Haslemere?" Asked he, twirling around as he fascinatedly watched the moving and frozen pictures of Sirius and Alasia, James and Lily even. 

"I brought this house during my seventh year." Alasia told him, sitting down on the nearest couch. "I asked Sirius to move in after graduation."

"You were what, eighteen?"

"No, I'm younger than Padfoot." She smiled widely. "I was newly of age."

"You bought a home before turning seventeen?" He asked, surprised.

"Uh-huh." She nodded, getting up and walking to the kitchen aisle. "I finally realised what a big bitch my mother was. The day she dragged me in our family manor to try and get me marked, I knew I had to move out. So I blasted Bella towards the wall, stunned my mother and ran to the Floo place before Greyback could catch me."

"Holy shit."

"Language, Harry." 

Harry and Alasia looked up to see a heavily exhausted Sirius leaning by the staircase with a fond smile on his face.

"You still haven't broken the fever." Alasia frowned. 

"I'm sure it'll be gone sooner or later, don't worry darling." Sirius pressed a kiss on her forehead before moving past her to remove his favourite cereal from the bottom drawer. 

"You sure you're alright, Sirius?" Harry frowned. 

"I'm perfectly —"

Sirius closed his eyes tightly, crinkles forming near them when his vision blinded for a brief moment before returning. The box of cereal fell from his hands, a few of the sparkly fruit loops falling out as he dropped on a knee and leant against the cabinets.

"Fuck —" Alasia cursed, kneeling down to help him up. "You're not okay, and you are not getting out of bed again."

"Not sure if I like this mother-hen version of you." Sirius cocked his head once the spots faded from his eyes. 

"Get up." Her voice softened, breaking a little and Sirius frowned.

"Allie, it's just a mild fever —"

"It's been days, Padfoot. I'm going to Knockturn today to get more healing crystals whether you approve or not. Now, get up."

Sirius shook his head, pressing some weight on Alasia's arm and some on the counter. "You're going nowhere near that place."

"Get seated on the couch, I'll get you some tea."

"Allie —"

"Harry, love, drag him there, would you?"

Harry, just as concerned, helped Sirius to the couch while the man kept protesting before finally shutting up when a cup of steaming tea was shoved under his nose. 

"God, I love when you make it."

"The taste is the same." Alasia shrugged, handing a cup over to her godson who sat beside Sirius. 

"No, it's way different. I love this tea, I love you."

"You two are grossly adorable." Harry made a gagging face before sipping from his mug. "Merlin, Sirius is right. What did you put in this, Alasia? It tastes brilliant."