August 26th, 2005

Due South

Ficlet: A Damned Good Reason

Title: A Damned Good Reason
Word Count: 385
A/N: Written for pesha over at the Sirius/James List, who asked for Christmas at Grimmauld Place.


Sirius had to think very hard in order to remember a time when he had actually liked Christmas. Certainly when he was younger, before Hogwarts, he must have enjoyed it, if only because it was a time when he got presents. Now it just meant being imprisoned in his family house, having to make the impossible choice between staring at the four claustrophobic walls of his room or dealing with his family.

There was something about Grimmauld Place, something about it that perverted anything that was the slightest bit good or decent. He couldn’t even rely on his favourite cousin to keep him sane this Christmas; Bellatrix, Narcissa and Andromeda were getting along surprisingly well for once.

The phenomenon hadn’t passed on to include Sirius or Regulus.

He was alone even as he was surrounded—smothered—by his relatives.

The fireplace in his room roared to life, despite the charms Sirius had on it to prevent it from doing as much. He sprung from his bed, drawing his wand just in case.

James’ head appeared.

“What the fuck?” Sirius asked, tucking his wand back into his robes.

“Do you know how much trouble I had setting up the link?” James asked.

“What are you doing here, Prongs?” Sirius asked.

James grin seemed to take up the entire fire. “I’m breaking you out. You have to hurry, though, I don’t know how long this will stay connected to the Floo Network.”

“But—” Sirius wasn’t sure what he was protesting; it just seemed like the right thing to say.

“Do you want to come or not?” James asked impatiently.

That much was crystal clear. Sirius didn’t waste anymore time grabbing such frivolities as clothing or money—he leapt off his bed and would have dived into the fire right then and there if James weren’t still blocking the way.

“I’m coming,” he said.

Sirius’ early bad mood disappeared as quickly as James’ face did. He ought to have known that James would come to his rescue; James always came to his rescue.

Sirius threw a pinch of Floo powder into the fire, just in case, and then leapt in, shouting, “Lyonesse!”

James had rescued him from Grimmauld Place. Again. But then, Sirius expected nothing less. There was a damned good reason he loved James Potter so.