dmims Chapter 320 tells the Sirius Potters about the situation.
Chapter 320 tells the Sirius Potters about the situation.
The nine fox tails that had been retracted sprouted uncontrollably again, bursting into a fluffy halo behind him. One of them unconsciously wrapped around his wrist, but he grabbed it. "What, are you shy now? Just now with Snape..."
“Sirius!” I stared at the triumphant smile in his eyes, my fox ears popping out, the tips of them burning hot.
He seized the opportunity to capture my lips, his possessive kiss silencing all my objections.
In the midst of the struggle, my lower back bumped into a long table covered with parchment scrolls. The still-wet ink smeared behind me, and Sirius casually swept the obstructing documents aside, causing the papers to flutter to the ground like snowflakes.
My fox tail twitched uneasily in the air, knocking over Sirius's collection of golden thief models as it swept across the fireplace mantle.
Amidst the crisp cracking sound, he pressed me even harder against the edge of the table, his palm gently stroking the soft downy hair behind my ear. This action instantly made me lose my strength, and my fox tail involuntarily wrapped around his waist.
“So this is the most sensitive spot.” Sirius’s muffled laughter, mixed with his hot breath, landed on my lips. Taking advantage of my momentary daze, he deftly pried open my teeth with the tip of his tongue.
The sudden invasion made me tremble and let out a muffled groan, as the nine fox tails uncontrollably wrapped around him even tighter.
Sirius lifted me onto the table, the scattered parchment fluttering up, the ink-stained edges brushing against my cheeks, mingling with the tingling sensation from his fingertips caressing my fox ears, stirring up a tidal wave in my consciousness.
Sirius's hand moved down my fox ears and gently pressed on my tailbone, causing my nine fox tails to burst into a fluffy halo of light.
He took the opportunity to bite my reddened earlobe, his indistinct murmur filled with hot breath: "Ayers, your tail... is so sensitive."
There were still some crumpled books on the desk that hurt from being pressed against them, but his burning kisses turned them into a different kind of tingling sensation.
Sirius's canines gently brushed against my lower lip, his tongue tracing the outline of his teeth, until I opened my mouth to welcome a deeper entanglement.
The fox tail wrapped around his waist suddenly tightened, mischievously pulling him closer, eliciting a muffled laugh that reverberated in his chest.
"Has the fox learned to take the lead?" His fingers hooked the downy hair behind my ear and gently tugged at it, while his other hand had already slipped under the hem of my shirt.
The firelight from the fireplace cast his shadow on the wall, intertwining with the fluttering fox tail to create an eerie pattern.
As his thumb brushed against the most sensitive skin on my side, I arched my back uncontrollably, and my nine fox tails uncontrollably wrapped around everything around me—the candlestick was pulled over, and molten wax dripped onto the hem of Sirius's robe, but he was oblivious, focused only on igniting the trembling from his fingertips to the tips of his hair.
The overturned ink bottle meandered across the ground like a river. Taking advantage of the moment, Sirius picked me up and spun me around halfway, my back slamming against the cold stone wall.
His grip on my neck tightened suddenly, and the possessive bite caused his fox tail to swing wildly, knocking the crooked Quidditch poster off the wall.
When he finally released me, our breaths mingled and echoed in the small space. I looked at the desire that was almost overflowing in his eyes, and suddenly wrapped my fox tail around his wrist, my voice broken and hoarse: "This time... it's my turn."
I waved my hand in the air to prevent the sound from getting out of control later.
The force of the fox tail coiling around him carried an irresistible domineering power, causing Sirius's gray pupils to suddenly contract, letting out a low, amused gasp.
I took the opportunity to flip him over and pin him against the wall. My nine fox tails slithered like serpents, instantly wrapping around his restless arms and waist. The fluffy fur brushed against his reddened ear tips, causing him to let out a muffled groan of unbearable discomfort.
"The fox has finally shown its claws." He looked up at me, his canines lightly biting his lower lip, the burning desire in his eyes turning his playful smile into a scorching longing.
I ran my fingertips across his slightly heaving chest, deliberately slowing my movements as I unbuttoned his shirt, gently brushing the newly exposed skin with the tip of my fox tail with each button I undid.
He gasped for breath, struggling to free his bound wrists, only to have the fox tail tighten its grip on him.
My nose brushed against his rapidly rising and falling Adam's apple, and his burning pulse pounded beneath my lips like a trapped beast.
The skin where the teeth marks were were still an alluring pink. I gently traced the mark with the tip of my tongue and tasted the salty sweat on his skin.
Sirius slammed his head against the stone wall with a dull thud.
His voice was hoarse, like sandpaper coated with honey: "Ayers...don't torture me."
I curled my lips into a smile and suddenly bit his collarbone hard. At the same time, the softest part of my fox tail deftly wrapped around his ankle, pinning him to the cold stone wall.
Nine tails stretched freely behind it, their silvery-white fur drawing dazzling arcs in the air with each movement.
The flames in the fireplace suddenly leaped up, and the silvery-white fox fur, illuminated by the light, cast tangled shadows on the wall.
The fox tail intertwined with Sirius's disheveled hair, and the sounds of breathing and the soft rustling of fabric mingled into an ambiguous melody.
An intoxicating aroma filled the air, a blend of sensuality and the scent of burning firewood.
Sirius finally lost his last shred of reason, his wild growls and broken cries echoing through the room.
My fox tail had somehow swept through the entire room; the crooked candlesticks, the scattered parchment scrolls, and the disheveled clothes all became witnesses to this grand feast.
As his breathing gradually calmed down, I released my entangled tail.
Sirius reached out and pulled me into his arms, his burning heat seeping through our skin. He whispered in my ear, "Let's go to the lounge."
As Sirius pushed open the carved wooden door, passing through the spiraling, dark-patterned bronze staircase, his unique aura rushed towards them.
Sunlight streamed in through the twelve-sided diamond-shaped window, slicing out tiny patches of light on the Persian carpet and turning the wine-red velvet comforters on the four-poster bed into flowing amber.
His long, slender fingers gripped my waist, as if lifting a fragile piece of glass, and gently placed me on the soft mattress.
The golden halo outlined his sharply defined jawline, and the surging desire in his gray-blue eyes had not yet faded, but instead appeared even more intense due to the warm hues spread out beneath him.
Nine fox tails swept uncontrollably behind him across the silk bed curtains, the white fur at the tips brushing against his drooping black hair, stirring a subtle shiver.
When my breathing finally calmed down, Sirius wrapped me in his arms, his fingertips unconsciously twirling the strands of hair behind my ear: "Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class is about to begin. Aren't you afraid of receiving a ten-inch-long letter of reprimand from an owl?"
His voice still carried the hoarseness of after their lovemaking, but the ending note rose slyly.
I chuckled softly, rolled over, and wrapped my tail around the silver chain ornament he wore on his chest. My fox eyes curved into two lakes filled with starlight. "Students with excellent grades always have some privileges—like now..." I traced the newly added teeth marks on his collarbone with my fingertips. "I can tell Professor McGonagall with certainty that Professor Black 'detained' me because of academic issues."
Sirius suddenly rolled over and pinned me down, a tingling sensation running through me as our noses touched: "Looks like a certain top student needs more 'academic guidance'."
He lowered his head and bit my lip. The sunlight outside the window had been obscured by clouds at some point, and the castle tower in the twilight cast a huge shadow, enveloping our intertwined figures in an ambiguous dimness once again.
The bronze clock on the mantel quietly pointed to 11:50 a.m., ten minutes before lunch was to begin in the hall.
When I reached for the brass doorknob, my sleeve still carried Sirius's scent.
Sirius suddenly grabbed my wrist, his slender fingers running through my bangs, his cool fingertips brushing against my earlobe, tucking a stray hair behind my ear.
The air suddenly became like the toffee in Honeydukes' shop in Hogsmeade, so sweet it was suffocating.
The moment his fingertips left my hand, I heard my own heart pounding.
“Sirius, do you know what I was talking about with Severus in the hallway just now?” I turned to meet the dark undercurrent in his eyes. His loose tie hung askew around his neck, and the second button on his shirt had fallen off at some point.
Sirius chuckled and braced himself against the doorframe, trapping me in the shadows. "Are you talking about his newly improved truth serum formula? Or are you gossiping about me behind my back again?" His warm breath brushed against my cheek as he spoke, carrying a hint of the spiciness of whiskey.
I pulled the parchment that Severus had crumpled into a ball from my pocket; it still retained the warmth of my body. "Butler Chen sent me a letter." My Adam's apple bobbed, and I looked at his suddenly constricted pupils. "James and Lily have been awakened."
Sirius's smile froze on his face, and his hand, which was gripping the door frame, began to tremble slightly.
For a moment, I thought he was going to use nonchalant jokes to cover up his emotions, just like Sirius Black did when he escaped from prison.
But this time his Adam's apple bobbed, and his grey-blue eyes suddenly misted over.
"Ayers, what did you say?" His voice was hoarse and unlike his own. He suddenly grabbed my shoulders and shook me violently. "Say it again!"
A faint sound of music drifted through the heavy oak door, and his knuckles turned white as he clung to the last piece of driftwood, like a drowning man grasping at a piece of driftwood.
I took his cold hand in my palm, the parchment crumpled in my grip: "James and Lily, whom I took away today, have already woken up."
Before he could finish speaking, Sirius suddenly pulled me into a tight embrace, his chin trembling as he pressed it against my hair.
Twenty years of longing and guilt now turn into a burning, wet feeling on my shoulder.
He only let go of me when he heard footsteps outside the door.
He wiped his face haphazardly, then loosened his collar to reveal his signature roguish grin, but his reddened eyes betrayed him: "If this is a joke, I swear I'll turn you into a toad and throw you into the Black Lake."
As he spoke, he reached out and lightly bumped my shoulder, "But since you brought good news, I'll allow you to be the first to come with me to pick up those idiots."
“It seems we can’t go get James and Lily yet. Butler Chen should be providing them with the history and events that have been missing for so long.” I stopped Sirius from going to pick up James and Lily.
Sirius's Adam's apple bobbed, and he reached out to ruffle his already unruly black hair before turning to look at the darkening sky outside the window.
The twilight cast a thin silhouette on his face, and after a long silence, he spoke in a low voice, "Then Harry..." He paused, his voice suddenly becoming hoarse, "Does Harry know?"
His back was taut like a fully drawn bow; I could almost picture him reminiscing about the old Harry.
“I haven’t told him yet.” I walked over to him, and the wind outside the window swirled a few withered leaves against the glass. “But maybe you should tell him—after all, you’re the one who knows James and Lily best.”
Sirius turned around abruptly, his grey-blue eyes swirling with complex emotions.
He opened his mouth, then closed it again, and reached into his pocket to pull out a crumpled bag of chocolate frogs.
As he tore open the packaging, chocolate crumbs fell onto his slightly trembling fingertips: "Before dawn tomorrow, I'll go to the Leaky Cauldron to buy the latest Daily Prophet."
He broke the chocolate in half and handed it over with a slightly unnatural gesture. "I can't let them open their eyes to find that the magical world is a messier mess than my hairstyle."
"No need, Butler Chen will take good care of them." I took the chocolate, the sweet taste melting on my tongue.
Laughter drifted in from afar through the crack in the door, while we stood in the shadows like dragons guarding a treasure.
Twenty years may be a long time, but some waits will eventually be answered in the morning light.
Sirius suddenly chuckled softly, a laugh tinged with relief and bitterness. He leaned back against the cold stone wall, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed his emotions: "Twenty years. I thought I had long forgotten how to laugh from the heart."
He tilted his head to look at me, the warm light of the hallway lamp reflected in his eyes. "Remember that time in fifth grade when James stole Filch's map, and we had a party at the Room of Requirement, and Lily used magic to turn the ceiling into a starry sky..."
Sirius began to ramble on about the things that had happened with James and Lily in the past.
"Sirius, although I'd love to hear you continue your story, I'm getting hungry."
Sirius paused for a moment, then burst into a hearty laugh, slapping my back hard: "Look at me, I got so excited I forgot about the important matter! If Lily knew I was so busy chatting that I didn't even eat, she'd nag me until my ears were calloused."
He straightened his crooked collar, a lingering smile in his eyes, but then suddenly became serious. "It's settled then, after we finish eating, you have to come with me to prepare some things."
"I might not be available." I declined Sirius's offer without hesitation; I needed to go see Professor McGonagall later.
Although I have special privileges, I still need to go and explain things clearly, otherwise Professor McGonagall, who has always had high hopes for me, will be disappointed.
"Sigh~ There's nothing I can do about it. I'll just have to go out by myself and prepare some gifts for James and Lily." It was a pity that Ayers couldn't go shopping with me, so I had to go out by myself.
Sirius and I walked side by side toward the hall and auditorium. As we walked, Sirius gently touched the stray strands of hair sticking up at his temples with his wand, trying to make himself look a little more presentable.