The House of Hawke has been called the traitorous, filthy and scum house the entire time that name was known to the living.
Past or future, one would accompany it with the adjective "Horrifying".
It was a matter of grief for the youngest daughter...
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An: the numbering might be wrong just continue with it as if it isn't.
Whitehall, London, 1978 July 5th, mildly humid
The ministry was a poorly built place. Only reaching there, I had figured out at least eleven different ways to sneak in and assassinate the Minister. Obviously, I was thinking about reverse psychology.
It was our second week of Auror training. Sirius and I were being trained separately. Because of the huge number of trainees this year, which was a good thing considering the uprising war, there were various groups of trainees and trainers.
I was told by Fabian Prewett that though the Ministry only accepts students with the highest grades, no less than Exceeds Expectations, this year there has been an exception for more than three trainees.
In fact this year, the training has been reduced from a 3-year process to a 3 months process. The best will go under Moody directly and the ones who need more training will be under mentors.
My training was on level four where they judged my fight and flight skills. To know how I think, and what decisions I will make in an emergency.
Sirius' was on level five, it was supposed to be on level six but level five was about survival skills. He couldn't for the life of him figure out the healing potions and how some poisons work in our favour. James' was level six, which was concealment and disguise. Dorcas's was level three which was stealth and tracking.
Marlene had opted for the role of a journalist in the Daily Prophet, Peter had gone to work in St Mungo's and Remus hadn't been able to take any job in the wizarding world due to an Act passed by some bitch Dolores Umbridge.
We'd been furious, the lot of us but he insisted he was doing well in the muggle world and when I mean insisted, I mean insisted, so we let it go. My sister, on the other hand, I have no clue about. Alice who's on level two Battle Instinct with Frank on level six hinted that Ella was going to move out into the muggle world.
When I reach my training spot with my mentor Kingsley Shacklebolt, Sirius waves notoriously with a wink from the other side of the training field. he's there with James and Dorcas, the latter two arguing obnoxiously loud about the best kind of cheesecakes.
I wave back at Sirius and he smirks and I feel my heart nearly burst. He looks magnificently hot. His biceps are flexing in the compressed shirt he's wearing, and don't even get me started on those sweatpants. His neck is glistening with sweat and his hair are on his forehead, slightly wavy. His eyes have never been greyer and he — is smirking even wider.
I feel my cheeks match the colour of my hair and look away. I already know we'll be in his bedroom for hours when he comes back.
Kingsley is instructing us about duelling in the dark and I all but tune out, flashbacks of Sirius' weight on me haunting me. Vivid images of his fingers exploring my body right now, shreds of evidence of which still lay on my chest.
I blush harder. Risking a look at him to make sure he isn't noticing my falling apart, I wince when I realise his eyes are boring holes in my head and those eyes are very dark now.
Turning away, I make sure to sway my hips a little extra as I get my wand ready and move across the field to my partner of today. Gideon Prewett. He winks and I grin as we curtsy.
Kingsley gapes, "Are you two quite alright? We aren't in a ballroom dance or a wizard's duel. We're imagining our partners as Death Eaters."
We both stifle our laughter which fades as Shacklebolt releases a spell to blind our visions. "This will help us prepare for duelling in the dark." He says. "BEGIN!"
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"Spin it,"
"I don't think my hands reach the globe right now, Sirius."
Sirius gruffs and brings the globe nearer, "Spin it,"
I move a little so my fingers could touch the thing and wince when the angle shifts even deeper. He smirks when my breathing grows shallower.
"I think this would be easier if you weren't buried in me right now," I tell him breathlessly.
"Spin it," He repeats hoarsely.
I gulp and lightly touch the globe, spinning it the best I can. My finger lands on Norway.
"Do you want to go to Norway?" He rasps beside my ear and his weight increases on my body, my eyes nearly rolling back.
"I've al-always wanted to see the northern lights," I confess.
He hums, flipping us over so I'm over him now. "Let's go then."
I'm too busy feeling unreal pleasure to fully grasp what he's saying, when I do, I frown. "Let's go where?"
"Norway, to see the northern lights." He says, groaning when I move a little for friction.
"I must've heard you wrong," I tilt my head, lightly moaning when his finger moves around where we're joined.
"I said, let's go see the northern lights, Elena."
My eyes close and then open, "But we can't."
"Why not?"
"We're in the middle of our training, for two months there will be no breaks. And then when we finally become Aurors, it'll be us fighting Death Eaters for real."
Sirius shakes his head, a lock of his raven hair falling on his beautiful eyes. "Let's go right after our training ends, we'll spend no more than a week there."
"A lot can happen in a week here."
"Are you in or not, El?"
I look into his eyes and he looks into mine and he must sense that I gave in because he smirks in that cocky way of his and I chuckle because it's just so him.
He grins and flips us over, kissing every part of me. "We're leaving in two months. Better go up your level quickly, love. Norway awaits us."
And I think, how, oh how I got caught up in this beautiful, thrilling mess?
