Fixing the past (Sirry)

Chapter 8

"Son?" the voice was whispered with a reverence and love that had not been heard before within those walls.

"Mother?" the breathy growl was the only thing that warned her of the person inside that gate.

The shadows were thick and prevented her from seeing how the figure on the bed stood up to approach the bars. His hair was messy, dirty, his pale skin a sickly hue covered in dirt from the floor.

"Sirius" she whispered extending her hands to take his son's face "My son, look how you look, how dare they have you in such a state."

"Mother" a broken sob came out of him, he was holding back the tears "I didn't think you would ever come."

"Your father didn't want, but years of marriage must have told him he can't just tell me to stay put without getting what I want" she said boastfully but still cradling her son's face.

"It took you time" his voice had no reproach, only wanting to annoy her, she was glad that this place had not completely subdued her son's spirit.

"With the frequency that your father asks to see you, it is obvious that I did" she clicked her tongue in admonition for his daring.

"A way to cut your way, don't you think?" he offered as he snuggled into her warm touch.

"Likely" she accepted trying to clean the dirty face between her hands "Although he was always a hoarder with you, when you were a little baby he almost slept in your crib."

"I find it hard to believe that" he admitted.

"I can show you the memory, I'm sure you'd have fun with his face like me."

"Why have you come mother? This isn't a place for a Lady."

"Oh don't give me that" she scolded "You sound just like your father and I remember very well that you always revealed yourself to what was right for a Lady or Lord."

"And I remember you grounded me for that" he smiled "But now I see that the only guilty of my rebellion were you."

"That smug face will be removed when you have your children Sirius" Walburga warned half exasperated, half happy, eager to be able to strike back not only at him, but at Harry as well.

"Don't you think that Harry is too small and I am too imprisoned for you to talk about children?"

"Harry can be small, but he develops very quickly" she raised him an eyebrow "And you were never one to control yourself Sirius, who assures me you don't plant a child in him the first time Harry has a fertile time."

"Mother!" he screamed sandalled, removing his face from her grasp.

"Ah, don't be prudish now" she smirked at him seeing the expression of horror increasingly pronounced "Being serious" Sirius snorted "Harry can enter a sexual age at thirteen if not earlier, he grew up with his creature part without being suppressed, he will develop like anyone."

"I'm not going to bed with a child, mother" he managed to say after being able to close his mouth enough to pass saliva "I'm not a damn paedophile, plus you talk about my godson."

"Are you seriously going to play the godfather card?" she moved a finger in his direction "I didn't know you had those kinks son."

"Mother!" he groaned "I don't know who's worts dad or you."

"So your father already gave you the talk, it saves me from having to explain to you about the bee and the flower."

"Definitely you" he gasped as he looked around for a way to escape.