Twists of Fate: Entangled Threads || Sirius Black FF

Chapter 75: Night Chats

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Waking up with a halt, Sandy panted, looking around with wild eyes, attempting to reach for her wand under her pillow, only to find that spot empty. Searching frantically for her fellow companion, she was pleased to see that it was indeed near, in the nightstand. After clutching it to her chest, and still looking around, she noted something. She was, indeed, not alone in her room, and said room was not her own. 

Lighting a Lumos charm (thankfully not detected by the Trace, due to a certain charm on her wrist), Sandy looked around, her chest still rising and falling rapidly. Her eyes soon focused on Sirius, and the lack of danger in her vicinity. However, she still couldn't help quietly reaching him, and placing her fingers on the pulse of his neck. It wasn't until feeling the effects of his beating heart on the jugular vein, and seeing his own chest expressing physical signs of breathing, that she began to relax. Looking around once more, she began recalling her last memories- true memories, not the nightmare. She was in the Potter residence still, now in a guest bedroom. Blinking away her confusion, Sandy let out a long breath, and looked down at the still sleeping elder Black. "You're okay," She whispered to herself, slowly rising his blanket to cover him better, as it had fallen halfway off the couch, and him. In response, the boy just snuggled slightly onto his pillow, making her heart skip a couple of beats, and blood rush to her cheeks. 

Reducing the intensity of the charm, as to not wake him, Sandy observed him for a few more seconds. In her unpleasant sleep, she had not come across any of her unfortunate memories. Instead, she dreamed of Voldemort breaking into Azkaban, and getting several people out, including Orion and Walburga. Said couple had tracked down their sons, and killed them, along with the Potters, before Sandy woke up. "It's just a dream. Just a dream. He's alright. They're alright."

Rubbing the spot between her eyebrows, where her nose began, she shook her head and slowly walked out of the room. Before she could go and check on the others, to continue to reassure herself (she wasn't entirely sure whose room belonged to whom), she came across another figure. Startled by the sudden presence, fearful that it was an intruder, she sent a Full Body Bind Curse wordlessly. Said sleepy figure, although wandless, cast a shield in front of him before rising his hands up sheepishly. "Sandy, deary, it's just me."

Letting out a shaky breath as she, once more, attempted to lower her adrenaline levels, profusely apologized in a whisper. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't- I-"

He chuckled slightly and shrugged, trying to calm the young woman. "Don't worry, deary. You've got nice reflexes." Fleamont didn't want to read into that, nor her reason to feel the need to curse someone at these ungodly hours of the night. Truth be told, he couldn't. He himself had been unable to get a wink of sleep, as his mind kept running and running, unable to quell any thoughts of concern for the girl. "Did I wake you?"

"I- errh, no." She admitted quietly, standing just one step away from him in apprehension, and sudden shyness. "Did I wake you?"

With a huff, he shook his head. "Nah. I can't seem to sleep today. Want to accompany me downstairs for a cuppa?"

"I-" She stopped herself, biting her nail as she looked up at the older Potter. "Sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep. Dumbledore is probably worried." Unlikely, with how little he does to oversee the safety of minors, however, she still considered it a possibility.