Eunoia | Sirius Black

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October 30th, 1981

I wake up to the sound of typing. 

Sirius got a new typewriter a few days ago and he's been incessantly typing love letters on it, some that he leaves under my pillow or on the bedside for me to wake up to and some that he hides for himself. 

I feel like it's more of a journal than letters. He puts out his feelings in such an intricate manner it always makes me cry. 

Today, it's earlier than usual and a time at which he shouldn't be awake. The bed next to me has gone cold and there's a gentle illumination coming from the study downstairs. 

My beautiful belly thrums with life and I smile softly as I walk downstairs with cat silent steps hoping to give my husband a jumpscare. 

When I reach the ground floor, there's no sound of typing anymore. In fact, I don't think there was ever a sound of typing. A dreadful knock knock knock comes from the window in the living room and I'm momentarily startled and very, very afraid. 

The study lights aren't on, the illumination is from outside. Which means that the windows are open. I run back upstairs, looking hastily for my wand and rush down just as fast only to see the silhouette of a man I don't recognise at the footsteps of my house. 

He looks just as startled to see me awake and I hesitate, thinking maybe it's someone I know. In the next moments, before I can even blink - a stupefy comes blinding me and I'm hurtled towards the stairs, hitting my head on the third one.

There's white everywhere for some time and I feel as though I might scream. This is my house. There aren't supposed to be enemies inside my home. This place is supposed to be protected. 

The man runs outside the window in the next heartbeat and soon, he's gone. Someone who meant me harm, someone who might be a death-fucking-eater. 

I might've whimpered from the sudden sharp pain in my head when the front door opened. Craning my neck as much as I could, I nearly cried in relief when it was Sirius. 

He stopped midway, eyes widening dramatically when he took in the broken vase and window and then finally - me. 

"No - no, Elena - "

Sirius dropped to his knees, brows furrowed in genuine fear as he took in the little drops of blood on my hand. 

"Fuck, no - what the fuck happened?"

"Where were you?" Despite my effort to look angry, my voice comes across as a broken whisper and he bows his head in shame. 

"I should never have left you here alone, I - I went to Godric's Hollow. I had a - I had a nightmare, and I needed to see James for myself but I wasn't gonna wake you up after the long day you had. Shit, El, what happened?"

He plucked my hand from behind my head and inspected the injury, a sharp exhale leaving his lips. In moments, he'd removed his wand from his coat pocket and held it to my hair, whispering spells I didn't recognise. 

I felt the pain subside but the blood remained. 

Finding some energy, I pushed at his chest. "I was so scared."

Sirius hugged me then, so tight I hoped I'd vanish. That we'd vanish, together in some place this war would never reach us. "I'm so sorry," His voice was ragged, pained. "I'm so sorry, El. I'll never leave you again, I swear it."

***

The morning was nothing short of brutal. 

Sirius held me in his arms late after dusk until an angry, raging patronus barged into our room - calling for an Order meeting for both Blacks.