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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Godric's Hollow, 1980 November 5th, monotonous
I wait for Sirius all night.
The next day when I go to the Ministry, he wasn't there. Lily sends me a secret patronus without telling her husband that Sirius is staying with them.
I cry and I cry and I rock back on forth on my bed, not being able to sleep without his arm draped over me.
I want to talk to Regulas, to beg him to tell Sirius the truth. But there is no way to reach him. He's dead in the wizarding world, in the muggle world I have no idea where he's gone. There is no way to reach him, not unless I try really hard.
And I won't do that, I did not promise him security and freedom to take it back before it's been a year.
An entire lousy day later, Sirius is cooking food in the kitchen when I come back from work. My first instinct is to wrap my hands around him but I resist.
I know he'll come around, he needs time. And knowing I am at fault, he will have all the time in the world. Just because of a single fight, my love hasn't diminished. In fact, it has grown even more. Unfortunately, so has my fear.
When he finds me staring, he gives me the littlest smile. It's barely noticeable but it's there. It's there and it's for me.
I smile back but it's sad than anything. I know he doesn't wish to talk but I still say, "Know that I will never keep secrets from you without a reason, Sirius."
He pauses chopping shallots but gives me the briefest nod before continuing again. Leaving him be, I go take a long warm bath.
I had to do a lot of map construction today. We had to devise a plan for an Order mission while being in the Ministry which was hard as fuck because authorities kept interrupting.
We were training teams to ambush huge Death Eater camps situated mostly in Scotland and Wales. Dumbledore claimed the headquarters were somewhere in London but no one had an idea where.
We had to work on pinpointing it tomorrow and I needed a break.
When I went back out, Sirius has neatly arranged the plates in the living room. I sit down on the couch and place my ceramic on my lap, inhaling the spicy scent and smiling widely. "Indian?"
He nods, "You like spicy."
"I do," My eyes soften.
The food is delicious, I nearly eat it all in one go. "El, I —"
Sirius is only two words in when a beautiful silvery patronus of a doe barges in through our window and starts sniffing around my feet. "Lily."
The patronus looks up, tilts its head and blurts, "Godric's Hollow. NOW, Elena. Don't worry, everyone's fine. COME HERE RIGHT NOW!"
