Queen of the Castle

“Hmmm, there's a thought” he teased back, his smile a little smaller as he worked to hide the familiar pain of reminder. No, there would be no ‘catching’ of himself and her mother. Not for a long time, perhaps never again.

He pushed it aside, and concentrated on her words as she told him about her responsibilities within the Hallows. Her work in logistics was vital, and she sounded like she was enjoying the challenge. “If you ever need anything, you know i’ll bring it in a heartbeat. But it sounds like you’ve got it all under control.” He smiled, enjoying seeing her in her new element.

“Ahh…. Artorias is a good young man. The kind that asks the parents first for their daughter's hand.” His eyes twinkled as he told her what Artorias had done. He obligingly placed his paw under her lifted one as he admired the jewellery there. “You are happy, my Briar?” he asked softly, knowing that was the most important question of all.


"Sirius"