𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞
SIX months after your honeymoon in Brighton, you and your husbands fell into a simple daily routine. You would be the first one to wake up, then Remus, and lastly Sirius. Since breakfast was harder to fuck up than other meals, Sirius would cook. The three of you would divide and conquer the house chores evenly. Then Remus would make lunch. After lunch, the dishes would wash themselvs. The home that once housed one of the most infamous pureblood families started to resemble the home of some well know blood traitors. Every day Twelve Grimmuald Place would get closer and closer to the familiar aura of the Burrow.
Now, it was time to relax. The television would play while you read a book or magazine. Remus would sometimes read with you and other times he would play card games with Sirius. Soon enough dinner time would come. It was finally your time to cook. After dinner, you would continue watching television. Finally, sleep was welcomed with little to no fuss.
The daily routine was getting a bit too repetitive for you. You needed something exciting to happen. You craved adventure and for once in your life there was none. The Order had been suspiciously inactive which meant that there would be no missions for you or your husbands. On the bright side that meant that you and your husbands weren’t being sent to the frontlines of the war just yet.
“I want to dance,” you said as you pointed your wand at the record player in the corner of the sitting room. Your knitting was left behind on the couch as you began to dance around the room.
Your bare feet jumped up and down on the hardwood floors of the place you called home. Remus and Sirius looked at each other and shrugged and they too began to dance along to the music. Your bodies were swaying to the beautiful melody that was playing. It kind of reminded you of that time at Lily and James’s wedding when the three of you danced along to the music without a care in the world. Outside of the comfort of your home, there was a war going on. You didn’t know wheater or not you would live till the next day so you cherished every living moment you had.
You and Sirius were dancing partners as Remus patiently waited to cut in. You spun Sirius under your arm and dipped him. Remus tapped your shoulder, “may I cut in?”
“Gladly,” you said as you let go of Sirius causing him to fall on the floor with a thud.
“Hey,” Sirius said as he stood back up, “no need to kill me just yet.”
Remus offered his hand to Sirius who gladly accepted it. They slowly danced to the slow song that was playing. You closed your eyes and swayed to the music. You loved dancing but you couldn’t do it often. During the summer before your seventh year, you and Lily snuck into a disco club in London. You were grounded for the rest of the summer but it was worth it. That night you and Lily danced your asses off.
“You look lonely dancing by yourself,” Sirius said as Remus spun him under his arm.
You opened your eyes, “I wonder why.”
“Come here,” Remus gestured with his hand. You walked over to Remus who took hold of both you and Sirius.
“I love you both so much,” Remus whispered. It was true, he held so much love for the both of you. He would die before one of you got hurt. He was willing to take a spell if it meant that it protected you and Sirius.
“We love you too,” you and Sirius said at the same time.
The music faded out and another song faded in. This song was hard and tense. It was almost as if it had been in the score for a horror film.
A blue light filled the room. The familiar stag pranced around the room before it settled in front of the three of you. It carried a message. Harry's strained and worried voice said, “Dumbledore is dead. Snape killed him. Death eaters are taking control of Hogwarts. I don’t think we have much time left.”
Dumbledore is dead. The man that single-handedly got Sirius out of Azkaban with ample evidence was dead. Without him, Harry no longer had anyone to help guide him. With Dumbledore dead, Harry was at a greater risk of losing his life than he once was.
Suddenly, the mood in the room changed. There was no more happy dancing and cheerful music. The music had stopped long after Harry's message went away. The three of you sat there just staring at the space where Harry’s patronus just was.
After the initial shock died down, you were the first one to say anything, “what do we do?”
Remus sighed and sat down on the couch with his head in his hands. Dumbledore was the Wizarding Worlds' only hope of winning the war. Now the pressure was going to be put onto Harry’s shoulders. He could not bear to lose anyone else to a war. “I don’t know,” Remus said.
“Neither do I,” Sirius sighed. Dumbledore was the sole reason why Sirius was a free man. Without him, Sirius still would have been locked up in that dark cell without any hope.
That’s what the eternity of the Wizarding World needed right now. Hope.