Title: What they call home pt. 6|7 - Betrayal of a traitor

Pairing: Post Azkaban!Sirius Black x Female!Lestrange!Reader

Word count: 2.1k

Published: 14 November, 2020

Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore

Notes: This was written for ​@wand3ringr0s3's writing challenge on tumblr and also for a request I have received here on Wattpad by celina_yaxley . It was supposed to be a one shot, but it turned into a series somehow. I have been getting carried away these days. - I have changed some of the events that happened to Podmore.

Disclaimer: I have dug myself very deep into the Black and Lestrange family just to make sure that there were no incest in the story. I went back 300 years, until 1700 and I can confirm Blacks have not been related to the Lestranges, except Bellatrix Lestrange (nee Black) marrying Rodolphus Lestrange around 1968-70, pre-Wizarding War I.

When you woke up the next day, you found the bed empty beside you. You ran your hand across the sheet, its surface cold, indicating Sirius has been gone for a while. You swallowed in fear of what was to come, all kinds of scenarios playing in your head.

Maybe it was just a heat of the moment kind of night, maybe he just needed to hold someone, anyone for that matter, maybe he didn't even feel anything for you, you were just there at the right place, in the right time.

You quickly got out of his bed, ignoring his scent covering your body and the way it made you feel both anxious and relaxed. Your clothes were scattered around the floor, waiting for you to quickly pick them up, dress up and hurry to your room. It felt like the walk of shame as you played with the thought of the awkwardness you tried to prepare yourself to.

You stepped under the water, washing Sirius' scent off you. You didn't want to think of all the what ifs, but they came anyway. What if he didn't need you, what if things were to turn awkward, what if it was just a one-night stand. Your head was a mess of thoughts, each making you feel more anxious than the previous one.

You dressed up and left your room with unsteady steps down the stairs. You walked through the hallway, feeling as if it has extended since the day before when you last walked through it. You felt a certain sweet smell, reminding you of some dessert, but you couldn't pinpoint the exact food. As you arrived at the kitchen, your brows ran high in surprise.

Sirius stood in the kitchen, wearing only his pyjama bottoms, his upper body completely uncovered. You watched his back muscles contract as he held up the frying pan and with a swift movement threw the pancake in the air, before it landed back on the pan.

His silent whistles reminded you of a song that you heard a very long time ago, a song that a muggle born friend of yours showed you. Sirius moved his hips to the rhythm of his whistles as he flipped the pancake again. A small smile spread across your face, his carefree attitude making you feel slightly better.

"Morning." You whispered. His head shot up as he looked at you with a grin.

"Morning, love." He chirped in a happy tone, making you let out a single giggle. You couldn't let yourself feel too relieved, anxious thoughts still screaming at you from the back of your mind.

You walked up to him, standing beside the stove as he flipped another pancake this time, the rest of them sitting on top of each other on a plate next to the stove.

"Pancakes? Sounds nice." You tried to initiate a small conversation, the silence killing you from the inside.

"I thought I would surprise you." He grinned widely as he sneaked a hand around your waist and pulled you to his side, hinting a small kiss on your temple. You couldn't stop yourself from looking at him with a stunned gaze, your teeth digging into your bottom lip involuntarily. His happy face quickly turned into an uncertain expression. You wanted to control the way your heart was about to burst from his closeness, the way your thoughts swirled around in your head, but everything seemed to be too overwhelming to compose yourself.

"About last night, love-" he started, fear bubbling up inside you, the gap he kept between his words making you feel sick. "it wasn't a one-time thing for me." He shook his head as an involuntarily loud sigh left your lungs, making him chuckle. "I have a feeling you are relieved."

Your words left the tip of your tongue without a second thought, relief rushing through your body. "When I woke up and you weren't there, I thought-" your words stuck in you for a moment, searching for the right way to express yourself. "I thought that you left not to make it awkward. You know, to make me understand that it was not a recurring situation." You explained, a slight blush creeping up on your cheeks.

"No, I do want it and I just hope you feel the same." He barely finished the sentence, but you were already nodding excitedly like a love-sick schoolgirl.

"I do, I do feel the same way. I want to give it a chance." You smiled happily as you stood on your tiptoes, hinting a small kiss on Sirius' lips. You wanted to pull back and lower yourself, but Sirius had other ideas. He got hold of your waist with one hand and cupped your face with the other, deepening the kiss, making you moan into his mouth, which earned you a satisfied smirk from him. "You should pay attention to the pancakes." You giggled against his lips, before he let you go with a quick peck.

"Right, if you don't want to kiss me, just say that." He pouted. You couldn't understand when he became so adorable, but for you he was way too sweet to be true. You cupped his cheeks and pulled him down for another kiss, making him chuckle.

"I knew you couldn't resist me for long." He smirked proudly, earning a slap on his chest from you.

"You cocky bastard." You giggled. You walked to the cupboards and took out two plates and some cutleries and sat down beside the head of the table. You watched as he worked on the pancakes, a happy smile still spread across his face as an unusual thought came to you. "Don't you think Harry is going to throw a fit when he realises-" you weren't sure how to continue, but Sirius knew just the right words.

"That we fancy each other? No, he won't. He has been asking about you in his letters and I have been talking about you very highly." He smirked proudly. He turned off the stove and brought the pancakes over to the table with a jar of jam tugged under his arm.

He took a seat beside you and both of you dug into the delicious desert which served the purpose of a breakfast after such an active night.

"Why was he asking about me?" You frowned. "I thought he didn't like me."

"He is sceptical, love. He shouldn't be at his age, but he has been through so much, he can't help but try to protect himself. However, when you talked to him about Lily, it had a big impact on him. I guess it made him curious about you." He explained matter-of-factly, but you could just about hear a slight bitterness behind his tone, his words reminding him of how similar Harry and he have been. Both experiencing things they shouldn't have from such a young age.

"Is it bad that I feel happy about opening up to him?" You asked, but he quickly shook his head.

"I'm glad you did. I think he needed that. To hear about his parents from a different person, a different perspective." He smiled at you softly. You mirrored his expression and leaned closer to him, kissing him again, still enjoying the new feeling.

However, the idyllic moment didn't last long. The entrance door opened with a loud cracking sound as it hit the wall behind it, pairs of footsteps hurrying around the place.

"Where is she?" You heard Mundungus Fletcher's voice coming from the hall. Sirius stood up, picking up his robe from the back of his chair before heading to the hallway to see what was happening, who was causing the noise. He didn't have the time to step out of the kitchen, within seconds Mundungus hurried into the room, wand ready in hand as Emmeline Vance followed him behind.

You jumped out of your chair as you realised, he was heading towards you, but before you could have stepped out of the way, he cornered you against the counter, his wand painfully digging into the soft skin on your neck.

"What is going on here?" Sirius raised his voice, stepping to your side and harshly taking Mundungus' wand out of his hand. "What in Merlin's name do you think you are doing?" He asked, his body tense, anger taking over him as he watched the way they treated you.

"She is a traitor. She betrayed us, you stupid man." He shouted as Sirius' eyes widened at the words, before he took a step back and involuntarily allowed Mundungus to take his wand back.

"Sirius, don't!" You told him, before you turned back to the wizard and witch standing in front of you. "I didn't betray anyone. At least before you accuse me, tell me what I did." You spit the words in anger, your hands shaking as you struggled to compose yourself.

"What is going on?" You heard as Remus arrived and headed towards the noises, finding you in the kitchen at wand-point.

"The mission was supposed to be easy. We were supposed to go, collect the relevant information and leave. But they knew we were coming. They saw us coming. Noone was supposed to know. We almost died you ungrateful brat. You ratted us out." He shouted in your face, making you flinch.

"I didn't do it. I am not even part of your meetings. How would I have known about it?" You screamed back at him, your voice shaky, your eyes filling up with tears. You tried to take deep breaths to calm yourself down, but your heart rate was dangerously fast.

"You were here at the dinner. You heard when we talked about it." He concluded.

"I have no idea what you are on about. I was talking to Sirius and Molly throughout the dinner." You tried to clear up the situation. You could just about recall hearing a word or two about some mission, but you couldn't care to pay attention. "Sirius, you were with me the whole time, you know I didn't do it." You turned to the man, ignoring as the wand dug deeper in your skin.

The pain-filled eyes you met, his memories of a loved one betraying him resurfaced once again and without any further question, you knew you lost him. There wasn't even a slight confusion across his face, a debate that he might have had against his own thoughts and assumptions.

A single teardrop rolled down your face, your eyes glistening from the tears you were trying to stop from escaping, realising no one dared to vouch for your innocence. Once again you were accused of something you have not done, something you were not.

"Enough." Remus stepped in, stunning you. "Do you have any proof?" He asked as he took Mundungus' wand, the same way Sirius did before. None of them said anything. "I asked, have you got any proof?" He repeated firmly.

"No, but she is the only one who could have shared the information." Mundungus threw his arms in the air.

"Or is she?" He raised a brow. "I'm just coming from Shacklebolt. Podmore tried to break into the Department of Mysteries overnight. He got caught in the process. He was under the influence of the Imperius curse. So once again I am asking you, have you or have you not any proof?" His warning tone made Mundungus take a step back. "I thought so." He nodded and handed his wand back to him. "Now leave." He pointed towards the door and both Emmeline and Mundungus left Grimmauld place with a bitter expression across their face. "I'm sorry." Remus turned to you.

You weren't sure what to say, once again you were left wordless. Maybe it was the accusation, maybe Sirius' lack of trust in you, maybe the fact that you never expected Remus to stand up for you, but it was all too overwhelming. "Thank you." You whispered with a shaky voice, your eyes fixed on the ground as you tried to process the situation.

"Love-" Sirius called out to you, reaching to touch you, but you flinched away. Your eyes shot up, the man's disappointing behaviour playing in your head over and over again.

"Don't touch me." You said as you hurried out of the room, needing your undisturbed, own space.

You knew it had happened to him before, you knew someone who he loved dearly had betrayed his trust years ago, but you couldn't accept that he thought you would ever do the same. You couldn't understand how he could turn against you in a matter of seconds.

You laid across your bed, tears staining your cheeks, heart-wrenching sobs leaving your lungs. You were accused of being a traitor, still it was you who have been betrayed at the end. Your loud sobs took a while to die down, slumber finally taking over your broken self.

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