Where do you see yourself in five minutes?
Where do you see yourself in five seconds, Alasia?
Where do you see yourself in fifteen years?
In the darkest part of Surrey a woman marked by struggle and battle and suffering and survival makes her way to...
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"Reckon Dumbledore's got it?"
"I think so," Murmured Alasia, looking up at Tonks who was grabbing the wall for dear life - afraid she'd trip on the boxes.
And there were a LOT of them on the floor - Alasia was hell-bent on getting all of Sirius' stuff out and back in their house from the Grimmauld's place.
There was a meeting here now that it was the Headquarters and she certainly didn't feel like giving Molly another reason to disregard Sirius and her's position as godparents.
"So you're sure you saw Harry looking for him?" Asked Alasia with her hand elbow-deep in a pile of black clothes. Not a hint of colour anywhere.
"I did," Tonks confirmed. "He called me for Order business then asked me to get lost because it was time to meet with and torture the chosen one."
"What?"
"No, not really like that but the sentiments were there."
Alasia rolled her eyes, looking down at the expensive gold-threaded cloak she'd seen her husband wear once back in the seventies. It reminded her of Walburga and Orion and other things she should not remember.
Looking down at a belly so big was a feeling she couldn't comprehend. She was full of life so greatly. On some nights she could've sworn the baby talked back. Not with words but with little movements. Some for yes and some for no. On those days, Alasia would have a field day spending the entire night chattering away.
Sirius wasn't aware of this, tired as he would be - snoring away. The domesticity of their relationship had been tenfold since the wedding day. Everything was - somehow the same yet so very different. She knew it was etched in blood and ink now. It was as permanent as permanent can be.
"You're telling me he's going to be coming here again?" Alasia sighed, she had hoped it would be just the other members and not Dumbledore.
"Snape's coming, too."
That got her attention. "Why?"
"Harry won't be allowed to leave the premises but I suppose it's something to do with him. Dumbledore said he had another dream a while ago. Took him to the pensieve."
"He didn't tell me about it," said Alasia.
Harry has been so upset with her ever since the SlugClub a few weeks ago that he didn't try talking to her again. She knew the reason and tried to explain why, of course - but he refused any instance she tried.
"He'll come around," Tonks promised, tiptoeing across the hardwood floor. "I'm off to the Ministry, Moody will kill me. But take care, eh, Alasia?"
"Of course, Dora," She smiled, waving goodbye to the girl she cared tremendously for.
The house was a mess with boxes and she was very certain Sirius would throw a fit if he got to know she spent her Sunday working and sweating and coughing at the dust but he wouldn't know if no one told him.
