Denial is First Step to Acceptance

Non Canon Epilogue/ Extra

THIS IS FOR ALL THE PEOPLE WHO DIDN'T WANNA KILL ROBIN. For all yee' Original Potter fans, you've gotta wait cause im quite icky with action stuff :'c so basically, Robin either dies or runs away lol. POOR SIRIUS. YOU ORIGINAL POTTER FANS ALL WANT SIRIUS TO LIVE ALONE BEHIND THE VEIL. HOW CRUEL. okay kidding i love you all :3 btw, i think there were more people who wanted the Canon ending, so sorry to keep y'all waiting. i just got inspiration today and this is what i write. In Microsoft it's 1 1/2 pages, which is alright for a easily distracted person like me LOL. b

*edits; by the way. i figured a few people (Yakisoba and BayMontana) pointed out it was hard to understand. sorry guys. if it's confusing, please dont bother with it, i didnt know what to do sorry ;u;

the Canon ending should make more sense. So it's like this, several years later and poo. Yakisoba pointed out how it relates to the story. i have no idea. Sirius is in the house looking after the kids. yes, i understand, it makes not much sense. i wasnt thinking of that when i wrote it :L SORRY GUYS! you have to wait a bit more for the real ending then. So now, enjoy this idk, extra story?

It was utter chaos. The house was groaning in pain with the racket going on inside. I sighed, and walked up the porch, as thought it was a typical thing i saw every day.

Actually, it was. Me leaving the house to Sirius and the kids was a guarantee that I’d be spending my time cleaning the house instead of getting money. I stepped in to the house, and took a sharp intake of breath.

Sirius bloody Black, had not grown into a mature loving father. My eyes darted around, watching as he flew inside the house, on his broom, with toilet paper littered everywhere, and our two year old son, Thomas, clapping his hands and giggling, and Lolita, our thirteen year old girl sitting at the kitchen island, rolling her eyes watching her father be an idiot. At least she’s not encouraging him.

And then i realised what stood in front of her. A full blender. Without the lid on. Before I could snatch it out of her grasps, she pressed the button curiously, just as I shouted, “NO!” and stomped over to them. Brown and green splattered everywhere, and I stood in numbed shock.

“SIRIUS. ORION. BLACK. IN YOUR ROOM, NOW.” By now, Thomas stopped clapping, Lolita pressed the button once more, and the blender shut off, and a loud thud followed by a heavy groan was the only sound there. Livid, flames wandered around the tips of my fingers, and i folded my arms, walking to our bedroom.

While Sirius sullenly followed me, and the kids sat together to watch peaceful muggle television, i thought about the kids. Lolita had dark brown hair (A/N: I’m referring to the book version of Harry Potter, where Sirius had black hair.) and deep emerald eyes and Thomas held bright blue doe eyes, and white-blond hair. Clearly, they were nothing like that.

Of course, there was a reason. But I’ll get to that later. Even upstairs was total chaos. I turned around, pointing an accusing finger at Sirius. “You.” I narrowed my eyes. “Do you know who looks after this house mister?”

He gave a sheepish grin and stepped onto the same step as me, resulting in him looking down on me. “Quite so, it’s you,” He leaned over. “M’lady.”

I took deep, slow breaths, and said in a whisper, “Exactly. And I have to clean up your childish mess.” I stomped up stairs, but not before he caught up to me.

I sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “I’ll help.” Huh? Huh? Help? Is he bonkers?

“You’re kidding right? Tell me you’re kidding before I get my hopes up.” I stared at him disbelieving.

He gave an amused chuckle. “No Robin, I’m not kidding. Let’s half the house and everything, I’ll clean with you. I’m a loving husband, am I not?”

I looked away from him, a small smile creeping onto my lips. “Fine.” I said in a bothered tone. “If you insist.”

“If I insist was that?” He grabbed me by the hand and turned my around, his trademark smirk plastered on his face. I looked down.

“Yeah?” I didn’t sound so sure of myself.

He gave a bark-like laughter and suddenly disappeared. I furrowed my eyebrows, before a playful bark confirmed me.

Bending down, I smiled at the black dog before me, panting, its tail wagging excitedly. I leaned to give it a kiss on the nose, but before I even got the change, a cream coloured nose was touching mine, and his lips were on mine.

I thought of something. I raised my hand, as though to cup his face, but I reached further back and scratched behind his ear. He shivered and pulled back, a grin matching mine.

The house still looked like a tornado hit it, it was chaos, messy, and most certainly a woman’s worst nightmare. But here I was, giggling with the creator of the mess and husband, Sirius Black. Bloody hell, to think I’m  Robin Black!

It was a known fact to the neighbours that every day, all hell broke loose the moment Robin Black left the house and disappeared so suddenly behind a bush. And so it was no surprise the next day, the neighbours woke up to loud karaoke in the kitchen, and pizza splattered on the windows while Robin Black left for work.

LALALALAALLLA THE END. so how was it? i feel sorry for the muggle neighbours :L later on the Canon on ewill come okay :3  i was talking about chaos and everything and poo, likeshes all 'hell broke loose', and it was the first i dea in my head. im sorry :'c