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Now that Harry was fed and informed, they all retired to the small compact living room. Most of the members of the order retired back to their homes. The Weasleys, Remus, Hermione, Harry and Emery were the only one's remaining.
Siting in Emery's hand was a bottle of beer that she occasionally brought up to her lips to sip. Harry rested his head on her chest, and her arm was wrapped around his shoulders, holding him close.
The silence was tormenting, no one spoke. If there was a fact that everyone needed to know about Emery, was that she despised the quiet. It was so loud sometimes, you could hear almost every thought filtering through your head.
"Harry" she muttered
"Mhmmm" he mumbled, nestling back into her warm hold.
"Can we watch The Bachelorette?"
"No."
"But I'm-"
"No."
"You're not eve-"
"No."
"Hm, so rude" she grumbled taking a swig of her beer. Another moment of silence passed before Emery grew annoyed.
"Hey. Hey. You. You. I could be your girlfriend. No way. No way. I think you need a new one. Hey. Hey. Yo-"
"Mama!"
"Fine, sorry" she muttered. glaring at the top of his head. Another moment passed before Emery was officially done. With a swish of her hand, a screen popped out of nowhere and the Bachelorette played in the background.
"Let's see who Michelle chooses. I can bet you 100 bucks that Jhony goes. Eh, hate that guy."
While watching the TV show, Harry glanced up at his mother. She had sharp features but was always gentle with him, she had black hair similar to his, but hers reminded him of space, while his was like ink. She was cold and detached from pretty much everything but always gave love to him.
He then turned to glance at Molly Weasley. She was constantly yelling at her kids, she was a lovely woman to Harry but he couldn't help but wonder what she was like when he wasn't there. He knew they struggled financially, but having so many kids. How could you love all of them? He only had Emery, but she possessed all of his heart. He knew that he cared for all his friends and family but if he ever had to choose, he knew which one he'd chose. And he couldn't say that he felt guilty.
"Ha! Take that Harry, I told you Jhonny was going to go." She cheered before laying multiple kisses on her baby's face. He squealed at the unexpected attack before launching his head into her neck, laughing.
Pulling back, he glanced at her with a vibrant smile on his face. "I love you" she whispered laying a final kiss on his forehead as he sighed into her.
"I love you too Mama" he whispered.
Unaware of the lingering eyes they chatted about the next contestant to go. Smiles on both their faces. Hermione and Ron both noticed the reserved smile that Harry shared with his mother and the warmth that flooded him. It was a different happiness to what they saw at Hogwarts.
Sirius couldn't help the rush of jealousy that flooded through him. That could've been me he thought silently. If he hadn't jumped the gun and done the mature thing that could've been Harry in his arms. Not Emery's.
After a couple of episodes, everyone decided to head to bed. Emery was miserable. How could they kick of Chad? Harry, on the other hand, was over the moon. He knew bitches belonged with bitches.
Harry got up to move to bed. Before he left, he kissed his mother on the head wishing her goodnight.
"Goodnight baby! You sure you don't want me to check under the bed. Never know what you'll find." she snickered.
"oh my gosh," Harry muttered before shooting his mother a nasty glare.
"What was that about" Sirius questioned.
"During the summer holidays, Harry decided to check under his bed for something at like 3 in the morning. He saw something and then screamed, he ran to me saying that there was a monster under his bed. I told him to use his wand to kill it but he was dead convinced that the monster was magic proof. So I checked, ended up being a bush that one of the deers brought inside. I laughed for hours" she chortled.
"yeah yeah, real funny. I hate you" Harry mumbled, his cheeks and ears turning red, before running up the stairs.
"I love you too"
"He loves you a lot" Sirius murmured, standing up and grabbing the firewhiskey and glasses. He gestured at her and when he received a nod in return, he poured a glass for her. Holding the glass out to her, she grabbed it, cradling it to her chest.
"You know, he talks about you a lot" she spoke.
"Really." There was a twinkle of happiness in his eyes.
"Yeah. He really looks up to you" she stated. She held respect for the man ever since Harry had spoken of him.
"What's there to look up to" he scoffed. He was short-tempered and wasn't even there for most of Harry's life. He spent 12 years in Azkaban for a crime he didn't commit and couldn't help but point out how stupid he'd been. In his eyes, there was nothing much in him that was good.
"I don't know which Sirius Black you're referring to, but the one I heard about was loyal to a fault. He always put his friends in front of him. He told me all about your Map and the small crusades you went on. Although they were all fascinating, I thought your fierce loyalty was your greatest strength." She praised. It was all true though. She did hold a strong amount of respect for Sirius. Someone that loyal was truly hard to find.
Sirius glanced at her. His heart prickling with sadness. No one had ever said any of that stuff to him before. Her words were like a rush of warmth, warming his insides and making him squirm. He'd never felt like this before, and it would be a lie to say that he hated it.
He glanced at her. Her hair was just like the night sky, all it was missing were small planets and young stars. Her eyes seemed to glow in the dark, they're stunning blue were calling at him to join in. Her skin was pale like snow but it never attracted attention, like a hidden beauty. Her nose was small-button like and her mouth was red like the petals of a rose. He couldn't deny it. She was undeniably gorgeous.
Sure she was sexy or hot. But no matter how many times Sirius tried to make it seem like a fling the small voice would always reprimand him. She was an ethereal beauty. She was like an angel among demons. Or a Goddess among mankind.
