The Pureblood Princess | Sirius Black

|86| I Love Your Nose

It was early morning, before James and Peter returned from their moonlight escapades with Remus, and Sirius was seated atop his bed with a pillow rested in his lap. "Okay, let me get this straight..." he said, running his hands through his hair, yet again. "You've been having dreams—"

"I told you they aren't dreams!" Adelaide snapped, eyes still puffy and bloodshot from crying for a majority of the night.

"Okay! Okay! Not dreams! You've been having... erm... memories in a dream-like fashion..." Sirius said slowly, waiting to see if his still highly emotional girlfriend bit his head off again.

"I suppose that's one way to put it..."

"And one of these memory-things made you pass out tonight... and you saw your brother being—" Sirius cut him self short when he saw the look of pain on Adelaide's face. "Well... You know..." he said awkwardly. There was really no need to make her recount those gut wrenching events again. "But Addy, I still don't get how this is even possible! You were obliviated! Memories don't just come back after something like that! It's-it's impossible!"

Adelaide groaned loudly as she fell backward onto Sirius's pillow. "Torture can bring memories back sometimes..." she said in frustration. "...granted, it usually leaves you insane—"

"Well no worries there..." Sirius smirked. "You were already completely mental to begin with— OW!" he exclaimed as Adelaide chucked a tissue box at his annoyingly handsome face.

"This isn't funny!" she huffed, sitting up on her elbows.

Sirius rubbed the spot where she hit him with the box. "Alright, alright." he said without a smile. "I promise I am taking this very Siriusly— OUCH!"

"Padfoot! I swear— don't think I won't pelt you with those infernal birds just because we're dating!"

Sirius gulped. He really hated those birds. "Okay... So, new topic..." he said nervously, backing away slightly. "Can you please explain to me why you kept saying it was all your fault? I just— I find that really hard to believe, Addy..."

Adelaide's heart sank as she sat up to sit cross legged across from him, a fluffy pillow clutched to her chest. "I— I left Mr. Fluff..." Sirius raised an eyebrow. "It was a stuffed animal cat—don't blame me for the name, I was four!"

"No judgment!" he said, putting his hands up in defense. Honestly, he found the name quite endearing.

"Anyway... I-I left the cat in the garden and he said he would get it for me after dinner... but when he did... well... that's when— when it happened..." she said, lip quivering and a few traitorous tears tumbling down her cheeks. "Th-then at Saint Mungo's... the-the cat just fell on the floor... It was all b-because of m-me! He wouldn't have b-been out there if it wasn't for m-me!"

Sirius instantly scooted over toward her, cupped her face in his hands and gently wiped away her tears with his thumbs. "Addy, look at me..." His silvery grey eyes bore into her own with an almost startling amount of intensity. "It wasn't your fault." he said softly and slowly.

Adelaide choked back another sob. "B-but—"

"No Addy, it wasn't your fault. You had no way of knowing what would happen... you were just a little kid..." he said tenderly, wiping away another tear. "You couldn't have known, Addykins... it wasn't your fault."

Adelaide didn't answer, but he could tell that deep down she knew he was right, and that was enough for him. Slowly, he leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to the bridge of her nose, something Adelaide noticed him doing a lot of lately, and found very sweet.