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Sirius/Kingsley - Fic:R - "The sun shines through"
Title: The Sun Shines Through
Author: red_day_dawning
Prompt: ‘window in a wall’
Word count: ~1000
Rating: R
Warning/s: implied former rape and assault
Disclaimer: JKR owns all the HP characters & settings
Summary: Sirius recovers from his Azkaban hallucination, but is scarred by the experience…
Author’s notes: continues on from “Out of the Shadows” at http://community.livejournal.com/rarepair_shorts/41669.html?#cutid1
Link to prompt table: http://red-day-dawning.livejournal.com/18707.html
What has gone on before: After some BDSM play went horribly wrong, Sirius was caught in a fugue-state believing he was in Azkaban again. Brought out of the hallucination by Kingsley & Remus, with the help of George Weasley, the smell of Molly’s good cooking and Hagrid’s dog Fang, Sirius is now aware of his surroundings…
The Sun Shines Through (a Window in a Wall)
Sirius stared up at the people standing around his bed in some confusion. What on earth were Kingsley, Remus, George, Minerva and Hagrid’s dog Fang all doing here? What the hell was going on? One minute imprisoned in Azkaban, the next minute…. Oh holy fuck, he’d lost his mind, hadn’t he?
~*~
Remus was so relieved when Sirius opened his eyes and looked at them, confused, but clearly sane. But his relief was dwarfed by Kingsley’s response – the big man seemed to expand, as though anxiety over Sirius had shrunken him, and he glowed, as though the sun had now risen. He watched Kingsley clasp Sirius’s hand, and oblivious to all others, bring the hand to his mouth, tenderly pressing a kiss to the palm. It was good that Sirius had some-one who cared for him so, Remus thought, and felt his heart warm – and then freeze as he smelt fear, and saw the terror on Sirius’s face as he looked at Kingsley. What the fuck? Remus growled low in his chest and advanced on Kingsley, “Get the fuck away from him.”
~*~
George felt the smile stretching his face as Sirius gazed at them. And he grinned harder, thinking of the story he’d have for Fred, as he watched an obviously besotted Kingsley kiss Sirius’s hand. And then nothing made sense anymore as Sirius cringed, and Remus growled and advanced on Kingsley with a murderous glint in his eyes, as though he would rip his throat out with bare teeth, “Get the fuck away from him.”
George looked at Professor McGonagall, hoping she would intervene, but she looked helplessly confused and almost heart-broken and somehow older than ever before. So he in the spirit of his parents, with his mother’s fierce, indomitable loyalty, and his father’s calm certainty, George stepped between the two men and firmly said “Remus, back down. Now. Yes. Kingsley, move away from Sirius, you’re frightening him.” To his relief, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Professor McGonagall advancing on Sirius to hold him protectively, and watched the two men step away from the bed and each other.
“Kingsley, Remus. I think Sirius is confused. Just let Professor McGonagall be with him for a minute.”
~*~
Minerva walked down the stairs, feeling every second of her age and more. The fight against Voldemort was fraught with tragedy, and the destruction of this man, her brightest student was not the least cruel.
She found Remus and Kingsley sitting in the kitchen, and joined them, and nodded her thanks as Remus poured her a cup of tea.
“He’s gone back to sleep now. George is with him, in case he wakes or has nightmares.”
“What does he say about what happened?” asked Remus, Kingsley listening intently, his face marked with anxiety.
Minerva shook her head, struggling to find the words for this confusing situation clear. “He says he was in Azkaban, and doesn’t understand how he suddenly came to be here. He experienced cruel treatment during this hallucination – Kingsley, I’m sorry to say this, but he believes you were one of the guards assaulting him – sexually assaulting him. That’s why he was frightened when he saw you. He remembers the time before, and knows that you two had become close, but the memory of the brutal attack is stronger and seems more recent.”
Remus glanced at Kingsley, sympathy evident on his face, and then faced Minerva, asking “What can we do? Could Poppy help him? Or one of Severus’s potions?”
Shaking her head sadly, Minerva replied, “I’m not sure. I’m returning to Hogwarts now, and will inform Albus, Poppy and Severus about Sirius’s recovery, and his need for treatment of some kind. Perhaps they will know what to do. In the meantime, George has said he can stay and help for a while, and says Fred can come over when he needs a break.” Smiling at last, Minerva added, “Not that I’m certain Fred is the best choice.”
~*~
Grimmauld Place settled into sleep at last, only Kingsley was awake, pacing the library floor. He hadn’t seen Sirius since earlier – Kingsley didn’t want to upset Sirius, and yet part of him wanted to be with now, holding him close… Torn with indecision, Kingsley slowly made his way upstairs.
~*~
Shapeless horrors reached out to clutch at him and nameless terrors lunged towards him, and Sirius ran, and even as he ran, he knew he was dreaming and this wasn’t real, but he ran and ran, and in the distance he heard a voice calling him, “Good boy” and he turned towards the voice, for safety and home lay with those deep rumbling tones.
Wrenching himself awake, Sirius sat up - It was Kingsley calling me – and with that thought was the certainty that Kingsley cared for him, he surely did, and the not-real stint in Azkaban really had not been real, and Kingsley was not a prison-guard, and would never have allowed others to hurt him…
Still panting, Sirius gasped as he saw a dark shape fill the doorway, and then relaxed as he recognized the silhouette.
“Sirius, are you alright?” Kingsley hesitantly asked, and Sirius replied “Yeah. I reckon I am now.”
“Do you want me to go?”
And Sirius felt a smile cross his face, a real smile, and said “Not until the morning.”
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Oh holy fuck, he’d lost his mind, hadn’t he?
That made me laugh for some reason. :P
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And there are moments when writing Sirius is an absolute joy! -"Oh holy fuck, he’d lost his mind, hadn’t he?" was definitely one of them!