Take My Photo Off The Wall
Title: Take My Photo Off The Wall
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Sirius Black/Dorcas Meadowes
Rating: PG/PG-13?
Warnings: Multiple time frames
Summary: A missing scene of sorts from Order of the Phoenix--what happens after Sirius unwittingly saves Harry from a photo-wielding Moody.
Notes: For 100quills prompt 005~Fixed. Inspired by the JET song Look What You've Done, which the cut text comes from.
Sirius ad no idea what he was asking, what possessed him when he saw Mad-Eye Moody grinning like an idiot, and Harry looking pale and a bit green, as if he was going to be sick, rather like James had when his first attempt at the Animagus transformation went wrong; so trying to be a good godfather he attempted a rescue. He was happy to have Harry here at Grimmauld Place with him, glad that he had escaped Petunia and the fat duffer she had married. It was Nineteen-ninety-five, and for the first time, Sirius was happy. "What's that you've got there, Mad-Eye?"
Sirius' rescue attempt was successful, because as Moody turned toward him, Harry streaked off toward the kitchen, and as Mad-Eye showed him the photograph he wondered who would be there to save him. He stared at the picture in some sort of shock, barely hearing the words of explanation.
"Just giving the boy a bit of a surprise....thought he might like to see..."
Sirius could remember like yesterday the day that picture was taken. It was one of the last times the whole Order was together before their numbers started dropping like flies in those days. He caught sight of himself, hair short and smiling victoriously, rather like an idiot, and his real smile wavered when his gaze switched to the happy but disgruntled blonde his photo-self was holding.
~*~
Laughter filled the room despite the tense times, most of it came from Alice, who was still giddy over her two-week-old marriage, her hand entwined with Frank's from where she was sitting with him on the chintz couch in Sirius' apartment, watching as Elphias Doge chased after Dorcas Meadowes, as if he could catch her by waving his fez at her.
"No, no no, I don't do pictures..." She said in frustration, ducking behind Emmeline as the high-heel of her boot caught in the shag carpeting. "It's stupid, it's dangerous, no!"
Emmeline moved quickly out of the way, backing herself against the wall with a laugh. "Don't look at me, blondie."
Dorcas growled, holding her ground, until she was knocked off of her feet, and found herself lying on the floor, eyes pinched shut as sloppy dog-kisses were rained across her face.
"Siri what are you doing?" Dorcas demanded, trying to push him off. "Get off of me, you mutt."
Sirius, in dog form, woofed softly, not stopping or moving to get off of her.
"Okay, okay, fine! I'll take the bloody picture, get off of me!" Dorcas said, giving in as she turned her face away from the slobber.
Sirius let out a bark of victory, and loped off, nudging her cheek as he did. Dorcas tried to pull together her fractured dignity and as much pride as she could muster. She sat up, straightened her skirt, and tried to ignore just how much everyone else had been able to see from her position on the floor in a minidress, and swept off with false cool contempt toward the bathroom. "I'll just go put myself together."
Sirius smiled in a canine way, and trotted after her, ignoring the teasing that followed him, as he pawed his way into the bathroom and transformed back. He leaned against the door with a smug smirk on his face as she tried to fix her hair and make-up.
"I hate you, Siri." Dorcas growled at the reflection of the rebel Black in the mirror. "I hate pictures and I hate you, and I look horrendous and this is a horrible day."
"Poor Cassie." Sirius teased. "Poor dried up, ugly old Dorcas, who is fat and weepy and everyone hates." He rolled his grey eyes at her with a smirk.
Dorcas turned and threw her purse at him. "Shut up. I hate you." She glared at him, and was completely taken aback when Sirius slammed herup onto the sink, the back of her head hitting the mirror as he kissed her. Dorcas fought him for a moment, rationalising in her mind that she wasn't going to become another one of the many women Sirius bedded, but her resistance was fading with the rough surety of the kiss, and his large, rough hands stilling her where she was until she began to kiss back.
Sirius pulled back slowly, and ran his tongue gently over her jaw. "I hate you too, Cassie." He smirked and then walked out the door, leaving Dorcas breathless, flushed and confused behind him. Even though none of them knew what he had said or done to convince her, she came out trying to fix her hair and hiding in the back, hoping to be saved from too much humiliation, trying to summon a glare when Sirius abandoned his post besides Remus to loop an arm lazily about her waist, as if she belonged to him. "I hate you, Siri." She muttered in his ear while trying to smile at the camera.
"I hate you too, Cassie."
~*~
Sirius Black now understood, staring at the old photo, why Dorcas had hated pictures so. They were like hollow moments fixed in time, a false representation of one split second, an image without everything else that had made it real, but memory could fill in the gaps. He could almost hear Alice teasing them, asking when the next wedding would be--hear himself reply in staunch defence of his permanent bachelorhood, not about to be tied down to some ridiculous, meaningless marriage like his parents always wanted for him--and even the distinctive perfume that Dorcas had always worn that smelled of gardenias assailed his nose.
"I hate pictures." Sirius told Moody, and handed it back to him, and headed toward his room, humming under his breath, waiting until he had passed a corner to mutter. "Hate you too, Cassie."
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Sirius Black/Dorcas Meadowes
Rating: PG/PG-13?
Warnings: Multiple time frames
Summary: A missing scene of sorts from Order of the Phoenix--what happens after Sirius unwittingly saves Harry from a photo-wielding Moody.
Notes: For 100quills prompt 005~Fixed. Inspired by the JET song Look What You've Done, which the cut text comes from.
Sirius ad no idea what he was asking, what possessed him when he saw Mad-Eye Moody grinning like an idiot, and Harry looking pale and a bit green, as if he was going to be sick, rather like James had when his first attempt at the Animagus transformation went wrong; so trying to be a good godfather he attempted a rescue. He was happy to have Harry here at Grimmauld Place with him, glad that he had escaped Petunia and the fat duffer she had married. It was Nineteen-ninety-five, and for the first time, Sirius was happy. "What's that you've got there, Mad-Eye?"
Sirius' rescue attempt was successful, because as Moody turned toward him, Harry streaked off toward the kitchen, and as Mad-Eye showed him the photograph he wondered who would be there to save him. He stared at the picture in some sort of shock, barely hearing the words of explanation.
"Just giving the boy a bit of a surprise....thought he might like to see..."
Sirius could remember like yesterday the day that picture was taken. It was one of the last times the whole Order was together before their numbers started dropping like flies in those days. He caught sight of himself, hair short and smiling victoriously, rather like an idiot, and his real smile wavered when his gaze switched to the happy but disgruntled blonde his photo-self was holding.
~*~
Laughter filled the room despite the tense times, most of it came from Alice, who was still giddy over her two-week-old marriage, her hand entwined with Frank's from where she was sitting with him on the chintz couch in Sirius' apartment, watching as Elphias Doge chased after Dorcas Meadowes, as if he could catch her by waving his fez at her.
"No, no no, I don't do pictures..." She said in frustration, ducking behind Emmeline as the high-heel of her boot caught in the shag carpeting. "It's stupid, it's dangerous, no!"
Emmeline moved quickly out of the way, backing herself against the wall with a laugh. "Don't look at me, blondie."
Dorcas growled, holding her ground, until she was knocked off of her feet, and found herself lying on the floor, eyes pinched shut as sloppy dog-kisses were rained across her face.
"Siri what are you doing?" Dorcas demanded, trying to push him off. "Get off of me, you mutt."
Sirius, in dog form, woofed softly, not stopping or moving to get off of her.
"Okay, okay, fine! I'll take the bloody picture, get off of me!" Dorcas said, giving in as she turned her face away from the slobber.
Sirius let out a bark of victory, and loped off, nudging her cheek as he did. Dorcas tried to pull together her fractured dignity and as much pride as she could muster. She sat up, straightened her skirt, and tried to ignore just how much everyone else had been able to see from her position on the floor in a minidress, and swept off with false cool contempt toward the bathroom. "I'll just go put myself together."
Sirius smiled in a canine way, and trotted after her, ignoring the teasing that followed him, as he pawed his way into the bathroom and transformed back. He leaned against the door with a smug smirk on his face as she tried to fix her hair and make-up.
"I hate you, Siri." Dorcas growled at the reflection of the rebel Black in the mirror. "I hate pictures and I hate you, and I look horrendous and this is a horrible day."
"Poor Cassie." Sirius teased. "Poor dried up, ugly old Dorcas, who is fat and weepy and everyone hates." He rolled his grey eyes at her with a smirk.
Dorcas turned and threw her purse at him. "Shut up. I hate you." She glared at him, and was completely taken aback when Sirius slammed herup onto the sink, the back of her head hitting the mirror as he kissed her. Dorcas fought him for a moment, rationalising in her mind that she wasn't going to become another one of the many women Sirius bedded, but her resistance was fading with the rough surety of the kiss, and his large, rough hands stilling her where she was until she began to kiss back.
Sirius pulled back slowly, and ran his tongue gently over her jaw. "I hate you too, Cassie." He smirked and then walked out the door, leaving Dorcas breathless, flushed and confused behind him. Even though none of them knew what he had said or done to convince her, she came out trying to fix her hair and hiding in the back, hoping to be saved from too much humiliation, trying to summon a glare when Sirius abandoned his post besides Remus to loop an arm lazily about her waist, as if she belonged to him. "I hate you, Siri." She muttered in his ear while trying to smile at the camera.
"I hate you too, Cassie."
~*~
Sirius Black now understood, staring at the old photo, why Dorcas had hated pictures so. They were like hollow moments fixed in time, a false representation of one split second, an image without everything else that had made it real, but memory could fill in the gaps. He could almost hear Alice teasing them, asking when the next wedding would be--hear himself reply in staunch defence of his permanent bachelorhood, not about to be tied down to some ridiculous, meaningless marriage like his parents always wanted for him--and even the distinctive perfume that Dorcas had always worn that smelled of gardenias assailed his nose.
"I hate pictures." Sirius told Moody, and handed it back to him, and headed toward his room, humming under his breath, waiting until he had passed a corner to mutter. "Hate you too, Cassie."