Close Or Far From The Law

Chapter 29 : 28. My home is where you are

We'll meet again for the Quidditch Cup!

Ron's wild enthusiasm for the event made all his friends smile and Harry thought it would be the first time he had an almost normal summer. Although the Dursleys would say they've always been perfectly normal, thank you very much. Sirius was already holding his suitcase and Harry hugged his friends before standing next to his godfather under the critical gaze of Mrs. Weasley. Restrained by her husband probably to avoid an unnecessary argument.

-I should hope so. Have a nice summer and don't forget the homework, Ron.

-Oh, please, let me breathe a little.

Hermione laughed with Neville. Harry just smiled while looking around at Malfoy. But the blonds had already disappeared from the platform and he still didn't know what to think of the conversation he had with the Slytherin at the top of the Astromony tower. He waved one last time and Sirius apparated them home to France. Harry found it strange to be there, really. Sirius opened the door for him with a wide smile.

-Welcome home, puppy.

-… THANKS.

-Oh, stop being so emotional! I don't want to cry, come on, come in!

Harry obeyed and crossed the threshold to follow his godfather to his room. As Sirius had asked, he didn't have red and gold all over the place but calming beige and white. The idea was not to argue with Sirius on this point when he would have liked a little green. It would have been seen as a provocation, he knew that. They left his suitcase there and then went to the terrace and Harry froze when he saw who was waiting for them there.

Of course, Sirius had seen him on the night of the full moon when he came to pick up Buck, but he hadn't seemed to recognize him or react to his presence. But there, in broad daylight, in their home... Harry stood stiff waiting for an explosion, the hatred to surge, but none of it came. Oh, Sirius looked darker, however he didn't take out his wand and even went to sit in the second armchair, leaving the sofa to Harry who carefully sat down there under the crimson gaze of his mentor. Because Lord Voldemort was at their house as if it was normal for him to be there.

-Is this how you say hello to me, Harry?

-I... Sorry, it's a surprise. Hello Thomas.

Harry glanced at Sirius, no more relaxed than earlier.

-I… I don’t understand. Sirius, you know who this man is.

-Of course I know who this bastard is…

-Watch your language, Black.

Sirius chattered his teeth as he closed his mouth, Voldemort adjusted his position in his chair, never having taken his eyes off Harry. Harry knew not to waddle but the urge was there as he felt as if two corners of his universe were colliding. A house elf served the tea and left just as dry, clearly frightened by the situation. Harry bit his lip. How was he going to attack this?

-So… How did you manage to get along?

-I will never get along with…

-Black.

Harry noticed how Voldemort's voice was getting darker and darker. He hoped he wouldn't see his godfather punished. Besides, he couldn't stay without reacting and the idea of his mentor hitting him… No, he didn't want any of that. Especially after their… kisses.

-Sirius, stop, please. I just want to understand.

Sirius seemed to be fighting with himself, a rather strange thing and Harry gasped in surprise when he fell asleep on the spot, hit by a spell from Voldemort. The dark wizard looked even more upset than earlier and Harry hugged the edge of the couch, even more on adrenaline than a few seconds earlier. However, Voldemort only served them as tea before putting his wand away.