Eunoia | Sirius Black

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Haslemere, Surrey, 1981
July 30th, Hot

It's one of the days when I miss my grandfather insanely.

Unlike all the previous times, Sirius is here with me today. Most of our grief about our family was never shared with each other, but now it's different. We've gone through hell and still loved each other and I want him to be here with me.

"- and then he would use that shitty gambit on me and I'd lose. It was awful, I only managed to beat him like twice in the entire time I was alive."

Sirius laughed, the sound like liquid warmth. I smiled at the crinkles on the corners of his eyes, the masculine sound he made when he hummed, throwing his head back when the monsoon winds hit him, his hair frolicking.

He looked at me the same, eyes always glowing with honey. He kissed me randomly and then would say "I just never thought I'd be able to do it again."

He told me he wanted to see my room and I blushed. It's a different kind of intimacy, one that I'm not afraid of but still - "You go, I'm going to visit my grandfather's study.

He nods sweetly, his fingers finding their way around my neck as he pulls me into a quick kiss. Everything he did left me hot and bothered and wanting. He was my life, he was everything.

I really fail to believe at most times how I've managed to go without him for so fucking long. My heart beat a steady rhythm of his name as I walk inside my grandfather's study, the one place I could feel him the most. Also, the one place I hated the most considering I found him bleeding to death here.

My heart races as I tiptoe into my grandfather's study room, my gaze fixated on the tall throne-like chair he used to sit on. I am not sure but my eyes might've teared up a bit on their own accord.

I glide my fingers gently on his desk, feeling each nook and cranny that Reggie and I had spent hours bleaching. A stray tear falls on one of the books he used for his bank records and my eyes fall on a small parchment jutting out of it.

The dimly lit room seemed to be holding its breath, each ticking second amplifying the sense of foreboding that hung in the air. I unfold the crinkled paper, my eyes widenening in fear and confusion. The words before me spelt malevolence, painting a dark portrait of a woman named Eunoia.

Below the sketch was a small paragraph most likely written by my grandmother, cursing the woman and calling her a cruel fate. There isn't much after that, only blots of ink as if Bella Hawke was much too angry to detail any further.

The pit in my stomach only grew more and more unsettled. I walk out of the study, much opposite to the way I'd walked in; my heart now racing faster than my feet could walk.

"SIRIUS?"

My husband's head peeks out of my room's door as if he's sitting on the floor and he raises his brows from up the stairs. "You okay?"

"I need to go."

He might have sensed my panting breaths for he stands up and pads down the stairs in long leaps, instantly grabbing for my hand. "Is it the study? What's bothering you?"

"I need to go see Ella," My eyes plead.

He shakes his head instantly, "No way, Elena. I'm not letting you near that woman ever again."

"Just trust me."

His forehead has a crease then and he takes five seconds, too long seconds to nod slowly. "Only if I come with you."

"You can stay outside the room."

"I-"

"Sirius."

He sighs and takes my hand, hurriedly walking us outside the house to apparate. I tell him where to go and even though I sense a number of questions in his eyes, he doesn't ask even one.