Inside this House
LiL Pippin Padfoot
Disclaimer: "Sirius is brave, loyal, reckless, embittered and slightly unbalanced by his long stay in Azkaban. He has never really had the chance to grow up; he was around twenty-two when he was sent off to Azkaban, and has had very little normal adult life. Lupin, who is the same age, seems much older and more mature. Sirius's great redeeming quality is how much affection he is capable of feeling. He loved James like a brother and he went on to transfer that attachment to Harry." - J.K. Rowling.
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Remus was rather surprised that he did not get a response from Dumbledore the next day, Sirius did.
I understand that you do not want to stay inside. I emplore you to please humor me, an old man, and stay there for a bit longer.
Sirius had angrily wadded it up and thrown it into the fireplace.
"Humor him." he said. "Why should I?" he asked to no one imparticular, even though Remus was the only one close enough to listen to his rant. "He wasn't the one who's been locked in Azkaban half his life." Sirius said bitterly. "I was the one that was denied freedom in that, that, place. I never should've come out of hiding, you know." said Sirius, waving his breakfast, a piece of toast, around.
"But," said Remus. "Wasn't it worth it, to see Harry?"
Sirius took a bite out of his toast and didn't say anything.
"Well?" asked Remus.
"Oh," said Sirius. "You know that you're right Remus, you are always right. It was worth it see Harry, but I don't know why I just didn't stay in Hogsmade, I would've been close to Harry-,"
"Closer to being caught," Remus commented.
"-but I wouldn't be stuck here in the same house that I ran away from, the same house that technicaly, I shouldn't even have, the house where I'm being held prisonor."
"I wouldn't go that far." said Remus.
"I would. At least the food is better here." said Sirius
Remus smiled. Sirius hardly ever talked about his time in Azkaban, but when he did, in little jokes like these, it made Remus think that maybe Sirius was letting it go, bit by bit.
"Of course," said Sirius, looking at his burnt toast, "Mine isn't much better."
Dumbledore had decided that he should write the letter directly to Sirius, rather than to Remus and have Remus tell Sirius what to do. Dumbledore understood that Remus was much more responsible than Sirius, and had always been, he also knew that Sirius tended to be more stubborn and had to be told straight out, rather than listen to some one else's orders from some one else. So Dumbledore had thrown the 'Dear Remus' letter in the fireplace and began a new letter to Sirius. When that letter was finished, he sent it off on a plain brown school owl. This was definetly not a mission for the brightly colored Fawks.
Remus glanced in the open doorway. Sirius was sitting opposite of Buckbeak, tossing dead rats up in the air for him to catch. Remus walked away, hoping that Sirius hadn't seen him. When Remus came back downstairs, to the kitchen, Dumbledore was there, talking to Tonks, who currently had curly blonde hair, that she was twisting around her finger. Her currently big blue eyes glanced up the stairs, and saw Remus.
"Ah, hello Remus." said Dumbledore as Remus entered the kichen.
"Hi!" said Tonks brightly smiling.
"How's Sirius doing?" asked Dumbledore.
Remus looked at Dumbledore.
"Did you know your face and actions do more talking than words ever can?" asked Dumbledore.
"I'm sorry." said Remus, sitting down, and accepting a coup of tea from Tonks who promptly spilled some of it.
"Sorry." she muttered, and ran off to get a towel.
"Well?" Dumbledore looked at Remus. "How is Sirius?"
"He's..." Remus tried to pick out the right words. "He's like a child." he said. "He doesn't understand that Harry is a child, and that he is not."
"You have to understand," said Dumbledore. "You were able to become an adult, and Remus, you did became very mature from a young age, Sirius hasn't had the chance. Almost as soon as he became an almost responsible adult he was sent to Azkaban."
Remus digested this. "I don't mean it like he acts like a child, I mean, it's hard. I think he thinks that time stopped in while he was in Azkaban, and now that he's back, he's still young, and Harry can replace James."
"Harry is remarkably like his father." commented Dumbledore.
"Sometimes I wish he wasn't." said Remus. It was painful for Remus to see Harry, a walking talking almost carbon copy of James. Remus knew that even though Sirius was mostly sane, he was still not all there from his stay in Azkaban. Not that Remus was implying that Sirius was crazy. Sirius was crazy in a reckless way, not like thinking Harry is James.
Sirius had quit listening after Remus said he was acting like a child. Sirius had bought a few Extendable Ears from the Weasly Twins, not really intending to use them, but turned out they came in handy.
'Hmph.' he thought. 'I have to listen to a conversation in my OWN house.' Sirius tossed another dead rat to Buckbeak, threw the extendable ear across the room, thought better of it (Buckbeak might think it's a worm) and stomped down the stairs. He wasn't aware that it was very childish of him to do so, but he wanted them to know he was coming.
Sirius stormed into the kitchen.
"Hello Sirius." said Dumbledore.
"Not talking about me are we?" Sirius asked.
Remus paled. Sirius has heard is comment.
"I suppose since I'm so childish I guess I should just leave you to your grown-up conversation."
Dumbledore looked at Sirius, then up at the ceiling, where the Extendable Ear was.
"Ah," said Dumbledore. "Useful things, Extendable Ears, but they sometimes do not pick up the full conversation." Dumbledore took a sip of his tea, and Sirius froze, he was caught.
"Fine." he said after a moment of silence. "You caught me." he flopped into a chair.
"Sirius..." Remus started, but was cut short by Sirius's glare.
"I am here for reason." said Dumbledore, who had finished his tea and soon began sucking on a lemond drop. "Sirius, and I don't want any arguing."
Sirius bobbed his head. 'Can't promise you anything.' he thought. And he sat down to listen to what he was sure would be a lecture.
And this life sentence that I'm serving
I admit that I'm every bit deserving
But the beauty of grace is that it makes life not fair