your hand stays on his shoulder, seeking all the comfort you can get - he’s been gone too long, twelve years to be exact. he leans into it, his hand on your thigh as he sips his firewhiskey

Any news from inside?

Albus’ voice breaks the silence, catching the table’s attention and you shake your head. The ministry’s been in chaos since Sirius, your husband, had escaped.

Fudge is as paranoid as ever

you sigh as your hand threads through the hair at the back of Sirius’ neck.

There must be something else Severus’ voice interrupts the peaceful atmosphere around the table and you cock an eyebrow

Considering you’re so far up Fudge’s arse-

but he doesn’t get to finish his sentence. Sirius had jumped to his feet, the wooden chair clattering to the ground and his wand was extended in Severus’ direction.

I advise you to choose your next words very carefully, Snivellus.

You watched him, the way his hand shiveres with anger, his jaw slacked to restrain himself. His long hair almost covering his face and suddenly you see him, the old Sirius, the Sirius who had fought Severus and his goons with a smile on his face.

The Sirius who planned pranks with James, Remus and Peter all those years ago. You saw the light, the fire which still burned inside of him.