Elektra Black I

Chapter 12 | Sandwiches Fix Everything

When Sirius had reached back to Remus' quaint little house, he was no longer where he had left him; knees sinking into the grass in a fit of tears. He was also no longer in the house, there was no sign of him at all! Sirius didn't have time to worry about his best friend and quickly vanished through the old fireplace in the living room, calling out where he needed to go.

Sirius, for a split moment, felt like he had travelled back in time. Dumbledore's office had stayed the exact same, a few new books placed here and there but apart from that, it was as if he was fifteen again, being called to the office due to his boyish antics. "Not changed a bit, has it?" Sirius announced, brushing off some soot from his trousers. He didn't feel appropriately dressed for a reunion with his old headmaster but after everything he'd been through, he didn't care that much. Dumbledore and Elektra both swung around from their deep discussion, "Ah! Sirius Black..." Dumbledore's words lingered on his name as he swiftly walked to where he was stood, reaching out his hand. "You've not aged, aye old boy?" Dumbledore chuckled at Sirius' tongue and cheek, before bouncing back himself, "Whereas you have. Apologies for the Azkaban incident. I hear you're doing much better." Dumbledore slowly nodded his head in the direction of a very tired, dirt-covered Elektra who was fearing she'd be in some sort of trouble. "I've heard all about it from a very disturbed Elektra. I say a good hot chocolate should do the trick and maybe a sandwich or two." He chuckled to himself, walking back over to his desk, and sitting down on his very worn chair.

 
Sirius stared at El who was avoiding his eye contact. "This is why you've been placed in Gryffindor, Elektra." Sirius softly spoke with what he saw as comforting words, without embarrassing her in front of Dumbledore, "Bravery is what fuels you. You didn't give up. You kept going." Sirius had knelt down at where she was sat and gently placed his hands on both of her trembling knees. "Indeed and when the new school year starts I will be awarding you 30 house-points." Dumbledore announced and El's face lit up with renewed excitement (finding it a little hard to put on a positive attitude.) "Dad, Remus is a Werewolf." Elektra blurted out, not sure if Sirius had already known. He nodded slowly in agreement, "I've always known. It's why I stayed over, although you grew up with him, I just had a gut feeling that last night might have been a little different." El stayed silent, looking down at her hands that were cut and bruised. "How is Remus?" Dumbledore asked, offering Sirius a Sherbet Lemon. Sirius declined politely, noticing that it was still the same exact sweet that Dumbledore was very fond of when Sirius was a boy at school, "He thinks he killed you when you weren't there this morning and his hands were covered in blood. He couldn't remember what had happened, the potion didn't work." El took a sharp intake of breath and Dumbledore stayed silent for a slight moment with a concerned expression on his face. "I suppose it could have become outdated. I shall call for Severus to lend a helping hand." Sirius' eyes turned to daggers at the name and chose to not react. Instead, he offered Elektra his hand so she could stand, "Do I get a hug? Remus wasn't the only one that thought you had died." Elektra smiled up at her dad, resting her head into his bare chest. She noticed that he was very warm and smelt awfully of dog. "You know I flew a Hypogriff?" She excitedly muttered into his chest, feeling him chuckle slightly. "So I was told. You already have Newt and Alaric, we have no room for a Hypogriff, you know?" He jokingly said, squeezing her shoulders gently with a little smirk upon his face.

"Sirius, whilst I have you. I have your plea date here. The contents are in this letter." Sirius let go of Elektra and slightly bent over the desk to reach Dumbledore's hand. He took the letter and stared at it, feeling a sudden sense of panic overcome him. He let out a deep sigh, "I better be found innocent, Albus. I can't go back-" Dumbledore waved his words away like he had done to El the first time she had entered the office herself, "They will. Pettigrew has been sighted." Sirius stiffened up and Elektra's body began to burn with rage. "Where?" He angrily but very quietly asked, clenching the letter in his hand. "Wigtown, Scotland." El thought to herself quietly, that's not that far from here! "Two of our very own Aurors forced him out of his rat form. They have seen him. Them two alone hold enough proof that you are innocent." Sirius sighed in relief and relaxed his muscles. "But I ask you not to go looking for him. He will be found and sent to Azkaban for his crimes and you will be awarded." What was Pettigrew doing in Wigtown? What was in Wigtown?