Eunoia | Sirius Black

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Haslemere, Surrey, 1981
October 1st, rainy

"Are you sure you want to go?"

"I'm sure, Sirius," I say, annoyance bustling through my veins. 

"You don't look okay."

"IT'S BECAUSE  OF THIS DRESS!" I yell at the floor. 

"Elena?"

I look up at Sirius who's standing by the doorjamb in a soft satin shirt, looking concerned. "My dress doesn't fit."

"We can always get a new one." He smiles devotedly.

"You don't understand, Sirius." I curse. "Most of them don't fit me anymore, I've gained a lot of weight."

"Elena, you're so fucking beautiful, you know I don't care about something as trivial as weight."

"No, but I do." I jab a finger at myself. "I'm getting ugly." 

"Merlin, no." Sirius comes closer to me until his hands are wounded around my back. "I believe myself to be the luckiest man to have a goddess like you as my wife, Mrs Black." 

I smile despite myself. "You won't be able to pick me up."

As if to prove me wrong, he sweeps me off my feet and I laugh his name. His smile is like a drug and I can't get enough of it. 

"I love you," I tell him, just because I can. 

"I love you so fucking more," He whispers. 

The burrow looked as homely as it always did, with a few farm animals peeking around the bushes and a jumble of rubber boots in front of the door. There was a big tent outside the door saying "Happy birthday Ron."

"Wasn't his birthday in March?" I ask Sirius. 

"It's a belated birthday party," he tells me. "The Weasleys were travelling because of Order missions and I believe they only just got back."

The moment we step inside we're bombarded with running children. So many fucking children. 

"Get me out of here," I tell Sirius at once. "Oh, I'm sorry, do you find this funny?"

He's smiling like a cheeky git and when he kisses me it feels so unexpected. "Merlin, Elena. . . "

His voice is throaty and his eyes have that twinkle in them that says he's a moment away from tossing me over his shoulder and apparating to our bedroom. 

"No," I back away. "It's Ron's birthday."

"Ron's birthday was in March."

"The Weasleys weren't here - " I argue. 

"Uh-huh?" His eyes spark with mirth. 

"Shut up." I purse my lips and look away. 

"I didn't say anything," He raises a brow, creeping closer to me. 

"There are kids here," I warn him, my voice growing lower as his hand does. 

"I'm barely doing anything inappropriate." There's a rasp in his voice that wasn't there before. I bite my lip out of instinct. 

His eyes dip there, grey eyes diluting and jaw hardening when a loud voice breaks up apart. 

"ELENA! SIRIUS!"

I breathe out slowly, "Molly."

"Oh, it's so nice to see you both!" She grins widely, a wrap around her body with - another baby?

She notices me looking and huffs out a breath, "Hopefully the last one, and oh - it's a girl! Ginevra Molly Weasley. Ginny for short."

The redhead looks at me with her tiny eyes, covered in her mother's body heat and my heart swells with an unexpected emotion. "She's beautiful."