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You huffed, adjusting your glasses as you tried to keep up with Puddle's quick movements. The raccoon seemed to know exactly where he was going, his tail flicking excitedly as he dashed down yet another passage, far from where you had intended to go.

"Puddle, wait!" you called, but he was already slipping around a corner, disappearing into the shadows.

As you rounded the corner yourself, you realized he was heading straight for the throne room—your father’s forbidden zone. You winced at the thought. Your father had specifically told you not to go near it today. There were important guests visiting, and he was adamant that you not cause any trouble. His words still echoed in your mind: “You are the failure of this family. Stay out of sight. Don’t embarrass us.”

The familiar sting of those words hit you like a punch to the gut. You hated how he treated you, how he made you feel like a burden. But still, Puddles's energy was undeniable.

Your glasses slipped slightly down your nose as you turned another corner, but you quickly pushed them back into place, desperate not to lose sight of the raccoon. If you’d learned anything about Bandit over the years, it was that when he decided something, there was no changing his mind.

And right now, he was intent on dragging you to the throne room.

You rounded the next corner and stopped dead in your tracks.

There, ahead of you, was the entrance to the throne room—massive double doors made of dark, polished wood. Bandit, of course, had already slipped through the slightly ajar crack between them, completely unaware of your hesitation.

Your palms started to sweat, anxiety creeping in. You couldn’t go in there. Your father would—would—be furious if he found you near the throne room while he was hosting guests. But Puddle didn’t seem to care. He was already darting through the shadow of the door, tail flicking mischievously behind him, like he was daring you to follow.

You swallowed hard, the weight of the situation pressing down on you. The thrill of following Puddle had faded, replaced by the sharp sting of guilt and anxiety. Your father had made it clear: Stay out of the way. Don’t cause a scene. It wasn’t like you were a guest in the castle, after all; you were just... someone tolerated. A failure.

But Puddle wasn’t stopping. You could hear his little feet padding on the cold stone floor, his tail flicking. Your breath caught in your throat as you stepped closer to the doors. What if someone saw you? What if he saw you?

But Puddle wasn’t waiting around. You had no choice but to follow.

You crept closer to the doors and hesitated, your stomach flipping with anxiety. You could hear voices from inside, the low murmur of conversation, but you didn’t know who could be there. You dared a glance through the crack in the door.

Inside, you saw them.

A group of 9 travellers stood near the center of the room, their soul animals near them. In front of them was your sister, Princess Zelda. She was talking with them, her voice calm but firm as she addressed the group. You couldn't make out the details of their conversation, but it seemed important.

Puddle, still oblivious to your anxiety, moved further into the room, tail flicking as he bounded toward the group. You were about to call out to him, to stop him before he did something foolish but he darted further into the room, tail flicking mischievously as he wove through the travelers’ legs.

One of the soul animals, a white fox with green marks, took notice of the raccoon and gave chase, only for Puddle to dart away with a triumphant squeak, climbing onto one of the travelers.

You held your breath as Puddle skittered up the traveler’s leg, his claws scraping lightly against the fabric of their tunic. The man, startled, glanced down to see the little troublemaker perched on his shoulder with a playful glint in his eyes. The fox, still darting after him, yipped in frustration, hopping around the group in a futile attempt to catch the elusive raccoon. Your sister’s gaze shifted toward the commotion. Her eyes landed on you immediately, and her face fell with a mixture of exasperation and concern. "You should not be here," she said quietly, but there was no anger in her voice. Just that same restrained disappointment you had grown so accustomed to.

You flinched slightly, but before you could say anything, the traveler on whom Bandit had decided to settle—a man that looked to be barely taller than you with blond hair in a ponytail, a lot of scar’s and blue eyes—raised a brow and smiled.

"Your Highness, is this your sibling?" he asked, his voice calm but curious. The fox continued to prance around at his feet, watching Bandit closely.

Zelda’s expression softened, though you could still see the flicker of concern in her eyes. She sighed, her gaze briefly drifting toward you before she turned back to the traveler. “Yes,” she said quietly, though there was a subtle hint of reluctance in her voice. “This is my sibling.” Her eyes met yours, and the disappointment was clear, but she didn’t say anything more.

“Puddle,” you muttered under your breath, trying to get him to come down, but he didn’t listen. Instead, he let out another triumphant squeak and nuzzled the traveler’s face like he was a long-lost friend. It was strange—he had never reacted to anyone this way.

He reached up to gently stroke Puddle’s back, his fingers brushing through the soft fur, a fond smile crossing his face. “Quite the little troublemaker,” he said with a grin.

Puddle gave an excited squeak, but before you could respond or even process the growing tension, the white fox suddenly dashed toward you. With a joyful yip, the fox nuzzled your legs, circling around your feet in a playful dance.

“Hey, hey, what are you—?” you stammered, your heart racing as the fox rubbed against your shoes, practically vibrating with excitement.

You took a cautious step back, looking down at the white fox that was still prancing around your feet.. You bent slightly, not sure if you should try to push it away, but its bright green eyes were full of curiosity, and it didn’t seem aggressive in the least.

You glanced at Zelda, who was standing by with a tight expression. She hadn’t said anything more, but you could see the conflict in her gaze. She had always been the composed one, always the perfect royal, and she hated having her family’s mistakes thrown into the open. And now, here you were—doing what you always did best: causing trouble without meaning to.

"I’m sorry," you muttered, reaching down and gently lifting the fox off your feet. It didn’t protest, but it squirmed a bit  as you held it in your arms. It licked your hand, its tail wagging furiously.

As if on cue, Your father stormed into the throne room, entering from a side door that many forgot was even there. His boots clattered loudly against the stone floor, echoing through the chamber like a warning bell, and for a moment, everything else fell silent.

He didn’t even look at the travelers as his gaze scanned the room, landing on you almost immediately. You could feel his eyes on you like a searing flame, and you instinctively took a step back, cradling the white fox in your arms, hoping it would somehow shield you from his fury.

"Zelda," your father’s voice was low, dangerous, the kind of tone he used when he was trying to control his temper. "What is this?" His eyes flicked from you to the group of travelers, and then, in a heartbeat, his gaze hardened into a glare. "You," he spat, his fury now focused solely on you.

"Why are you here?" he asked . "Do you have no sense of decorum? You’ve embarrassed us again." His eyes scanned the room, briefly landing on the travelers, who had awkwardly stepped back. "Do you have no shame, barging in uninvited, causing chaos?"

Zelda, standing to the side, finally stepped forward, her voice soft but firm. "Father," she said, her tone pleading. "Please, let’s not—"

"Stay out of this, Zelda," your father snapped, cutting her off with a glare that made her step back. He turned his attention back to you, his eyes burning with frustration. ""You’ve embarrassed us again," he sneered, his voice a low, venomous growl. "Why can’t you just stay out of the way? Can’t you follow simple instructions for once?"

Your breath hitched in your throat. You felt small, insignificant, like nothing more than a burden. You wanted to shrink away, to disappear from his view.

But before you could retreat further, a oice cut through the tension.

"That’s enough."

The traveler that had Puddle on his shoulder stepped up, his relaxed demeanor replaced with something unreadable, his  eyes locked onto your father. Bandit let out a small chitter, tail flicking as he adjusted his stance slightly, positioning himself just enough between you and the king to make his intent clear.

Your father’s gaze snapped to him, his lips pressing into a thin line. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me," the blond said, his voice calm but firm. "That’s enough."

Your father bristled, stepping forward as if to loom over him. "This is none of your concern, Hero," he said coldly. "You have no right to interfere in royal matters."

You blinked. Hero? Wasn’t Link the only hero of Hyrule? And as far as you knew, your father had sent him to another kingdom in a diplomatic exchange.

The traveler didn’t flinch. If anything, the weight of your father’s anger didn’t seem to phase him at all. He only tilted his head slightly, unreadable.

"You can call it whatever you want," he said evenly. "But that doesn’t make it right."

Your father’s jaw clenched. The tension in the room was suffocating, thick enough that even Zelda looked uneasy.

"You don’t get to talk to them like that," the blond continued, voice still steady, still maddeningly calm—but beneath it was something sharp.

Your father scoffed. "I will speak to my child however I see fit."

"Then you’ll have to go through me first."

Your father stared at him for a long, tense moment. Then, finally, he exhaled sharply. "I won’t waste my breath on this," he muttered, turning sharply on his heel and striding away. As the tension in the air finally began to settle, the hero?—who had stood up to your father—turned to you, his expression  looking softer than before. "You alright?"

You swallowed, still reeling from everything that had just happened, but managed a small nod.

Before anything else could be said, though, a loud groan filled the hallway.

"Are you insane?!" The one with a blue scarf hissed, stepping forward with an exasperated expression. "That was the King of this era, you dumbass!"

He barely reacted, just raising an unimpressed eyebrow. "And?"

"And—" The one with the wolf belt pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly fighting back the urge to throttle him. "You don’t just talk back to royalty like that!"

"You’re lucky he didn’t have you arrested on the spot" The armored one muttered, dragging a hand down his face, his tone caught somewhere between disbelief and sheer disappointment.

"Well, he didn’t exactly say that," the shortest of the group pointed out, though he didn’t sound any more pleased.

Wolf belt sighed heavily. "Look, I get why you stepped in, but damn it, Wild. There are ways to handle things without making an enemy of the crown."

Wild—so that was his name—crossed his arms, unimpressed. "I don’t regret it."

"You should!" snapped the one with the blue scarf.

"Okay, first of all—" Wild held up his hand. "If he wanted me arrested, he would’ve done it already. Second—" He turned to look at you, eyes softening just a fraction. "I wasn’t just going to stand there and let them treat my soulmate like that."

You blinked.

What?

"What?!"

You stared at Wild, still trying to process what he just said. "Soulmate?" you repeated slowly, unsure if you heard him right.

Wild met your gaze with a soft smile, his eyes gleaming like this was the most obvious thing in the world. "Yeah, soulmate." He gestured to the raccoon on his shoulder, still bouncing around with a happy yip. "Why do you think your raccoon came towards me and my Kasumi ran towards you? We’re connected." “That’s what Puddle’s for?” you asked, confusion lacing your voice. You had no idea, your father had always forbidden anyone from telling you about why Puddle was with you, and as the years passed, Zelda had followed suit, keeping you in the dark.

Zelda’s eyes shot open in shock, her face drained of all color as she glanced from you to Wild. The tension in the air thickened, and you could feel it—like something heavy hanging over you.

“What?” Zelda hissed, her voice low but filled with that unmistakable edge of fury. Her eyes flashed with an intensity you hadn’t seen in years, not since your mother’s death, and it made your chest tighten.

“Why the hell would you tell them that?” she seethed, moving to stand between you and Wild. “You’ve ruined everything!”

You flinched, taking a step back and instinctively trying to hide behind a nearby pillar. Zelda’s eyes were fixed on Wild, her usually composed demeanor shattered in an instant. What replaced it was something far more dangerous—a cold, biting fury. It felt as though her disappointment had shifted, no longer solely aimed at you, but now focused on him as well.

“Zelda—” you began, but she cut you off, her voice sharp.

“No, you don’t get to speak. Not right now.” She turned towards you, her eyes filled with a storm of emotions, none of which she bothered to hide.

“You—” She gestured toward Wild, then back at you. “This was supposed to happen! And you—” She looked back at you, her voice thick with frustration. “Father told you to stay out of here. Now look at what you’ve done. You ruined everything.”

“Zelda, please—” you tried again, feeling the weight of her anger crash down on you. It wasn’t like her to lose her cool in public. It always happened in private, when it was just the two of you. Never here. Not like this.

But she was past the point of listening. “I tried. I tried to stop you from shaming this family more, and this is how you repay me? By—by finding your soulmate? By making our family look like fool’s?” Her words were laced with a harsh fury now, the kind of tone that made your stomach churn with guilt.

While Zelda was still too focused on ranting at you, Wild took advantage of the distraction, moving with stealth. He shifted quickly, side stepping and placing himself right between you and your sister, the motion fluid and quick.

Before Zelda could react and scream at him, he grabbed your arm, pulling you toward him, making sure you were safely shielded behind his back

Puddle hopped from Wild’s shoulder with ease. The small raccoon curled up instinctively next to Kasumi in your arms, who had remained perched there throughout the whole ordeal.

Zelda’s gaze remained fixed on him, her anger only deepening as she processed the situation. "You think you can just step in and fix everything? This isn’t your problem, Hero," she spat, her voice low and dangerous. "This isn’t your family to protect."

But Wild didn’t flinch. His eyes, steady, held her gaze, unwavering. "I’m not trying to fix your family. I’m trying to protect the one that will be mine," he said softly, almost too calmly for the situation. He gently pulled you further behind him, his eyes flicking back to you for just a moment, a promise of safety.

The traveler with the blue scarf, who’d been watching the exchange with growing exasperation, stepped forward first. “Wild, seriously?” he snapped, his tone half-amused, half-annoyed. “You can’t just insult most of the royal family? Especially not when we are guest’s on their house.”

A scowl rippled across Wild’s face, but he kept you behind him. “I’m not insulting any royal family,” he said coolly. “I’m merely ensuring that no one hurts what’s mine.”

Zelda’s face was a mask of fury. “This isn’t your place!” she hissed, her voice trembling with barely contained rage. “You don’t understand anything about this!”

“Then explain it to me,” Wild said, his voice calm. “Explain why you’re so upset about this, why you’re treating your sibling like they’ve committed some terrible crime.”

Zelda’s breath hitched, and she looked away, her eyes flashing with a mix of anger and something that looked suspiciously like fear. “It’s…it’s complicated,” she stammered, her voice barely a whisper.

"Complicated?" Wild repeated, raising an eyebrow. "Or convenient?"

The armored one, who had been silent until now, finally spoke up, his voice low and measured. “Wild, perhaps we should discuss this elsewhere.” He looked at Zelda, his expression unreadable. “Princess, we apologize for the…misunderstanding. We will take our leave.”

Zelda nodded, her expression still tight. “Yes, please do. And…please ensure your companion understands the gravity of his actions.”

Wild didn’t respond, his eyes fixed on Zelda, a silent challenge in his gaze. One of his hands moved, gripping your arm and pulling you closer behind him. "We're not going anywhere until I know they're safe," he said, his voice firm.

The shortest traveler, who had been observing the situation with wide eyes, finally piped up. “Uh, Wild, maybe we should just…go?” He gestured towards the door, his voice laced with a nervous tremor.

Wild's jaw tightened, his eyes flashing with a sudden, decisive glint. "No," he said, his voice low and firm. "We're not leaving. Not without them."

The traveler with the wolf belt groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "Wild, are you serious?"

"They're not safe here," Wild countered, his voice unwavering. "And I'm not leaving them behind."

Zelda’s eyes widened in horror. "Wild, you can’t—"

Before she could finish, Wild moved with a speed that made you gasp. He scooped you up into his arms, holding you securely against his chest, Puddle and Kasumi still nestled in your arms. The white fox gave a happy yip, as if understanding the sudden shift in plans.

A heavy silence fell over the room. The other travelers exchanged glances, expressions ranging from exasperation to outright disbelief.

"Welp," the one with the scarf muttered, throwing his hands up. "Guess we're kidnapping a princess now."

The armored one pinched the bridge of his nose. "Wild, put them down," he said, his voice dangerously close to a growl.

"No," Wild shot back, his grip on you tightening as he took a step toward the door.

The shortest traveler let out a strangled noise. "This is a really, really bad idea," he whispered, though it was clear Wild had stopped listening.

Zelda, who had been frozen in shock, snapped out of it. “Wild, put them down right now!” she thundered, her voice echoing through the grand hall.

Wild didn’t flinch. Instead, he adjusted his hold on you, eyes darting toward the nearest exit. “They’re safer with me,” he said simply, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“You cannot just steal the princess!” Zelda shouted, stepping forward, her hands clenched into fists.

“I’m not stealing them,” Wild corrected, his voice calm but unyielding. “I’m saving them.”

The tension snapped. Zelda lunged, and in an instant, everything erupted into chaos.

The one with the wolf belt cursed under his breath before stepping in front of Zelda to block her. "Princess Zelda, think for a second! This isn’t helping!"

"Helping? He’s kidnapping my sibling!" she seethed, glaring daggers at Wild.

The blue-scarfed traveler groaned. "Okay, okay! Let’s just—figure this out without royal arrest warrants, please!"

Meanwhile, Wild had already made his decision. With a swift movement, he shifted his grip, holding you closer before making a break for it.

"Wild—!" someone shouted, but he was already moving, dashing toward the nearest hallway with you in his arms.

"Are we seriously doing this?!" the shortest traveler yelped before sighing and running after him. The rest of the group followed, some out of obligation, others out of sheer disbelief that this was happening at all.

“Guards! Stop them!” Zelda shouted.

And just like that, the entire castle exploded into a flurry of movement—guards scrambling, travelers arguing, and Wild running like his life depended on it, all while carrying you in his arms like some dramatic fairytale escape.

Puddle chittered excitedly, nuzzling into you, clearly enjoying the ride. Kasumi, on the other hand, flicked their tail, watching the chaos unfold with lazy amusement.

“Wild, I swear if we get thrown into a dungeon because of you—”

“We won’t,” Wild assured, ducking down a hallway.

“You sound way too confident for someone currently abducting royalty!”

Wild only grinned, adjusting his hold on you as he pushed forward. "It’s only kidnapping if they don’t want to come."

And despite the absolute madness of the situation, you felt the smallest hint of a smile tug at your lips.

This was a bit self indulgent ngl, hope u all liked it requests and ask's open as awlays LOVE U PUDDLE, BEST OLDER BROTHER EVER Also Kas if u see this, hi, a fox is named after u

There was a vibrant hum in the palace as you walked down the stairs, hearing aggravated groans filled with words that you simply knew they’d have swallowed had you already been in the room. You expected no less in your parents’ absence, everyone wanting to have their say in managing the situation at the gate, nearly hundreds of men and women gathering in angry hoards as they tugged at fencing, threw at windows, and cursed into the air. There were many opinions, always were, however, a queen and her husband missing and leaving her children to command her country while she was indisposed, prompted all the more than usual.

The door to your mother’s office opened from inside, strange faces meeting you as you stepped into the doorway, a silence shivering over the small space as James sighed, almost relived as men backed away from the corner, they’d talked him into, merely bowing their heads in acknowledgment of your presence.

“Ah,” he began and brushed his shirt into place as he nodded towards you. “Little sister, I assume you’ve come to enlighten us on the only right way to handle our little predicament?” he mused, and you knew his tone to have a familiar mix of sincerity yet belittlement to it.

Your brother was an odd creature, unlike either of your parents, unlike you for that matter. Never one for the politics of your home, the weight of your family, much rather cooped up in his room with his paintings, he’d have himself starved yet inspired instead of sitting about the throne dealing with issues of state. He was wise in his personal endeavors, but foolish in his belief that the Potter name held no purpose in his life, despite your shared responsibilities he’d always managed to twist your lives to benefit his own, though admirable for some, it left you plastered in his misfitting shoes.

“Consider the problem already solved,” You began and as if on cue, Lily came stumbling into the room behind you, momentarily stealing the men’s attention before demanding eyes fell back onto you. “Though I’m sure my parents appreciate council being offered so graciously to their children, I can assure you that we are capable of managing our own affairs,” You explained and cleared your throat as you stepped aside, hands folded in front of you as you waited for them to understand your request.

“I think what my sister is far too kindly trying to say, is that our mother fairs well without a bunch of old men telling her what to do and so will we,” James agreed and with a tired shrug he plumped down onto the leather office chair, gesturing the gaping men out of the room with an outstretched hand as he smiled at you. “So, what’re you going to do?” he asked once the room had cleared, assuming you’d miss the way his gaze lingered but a second too long on the woman who hovered at your side, hand resting on her gun halter as she looked at her feet.

“What I always do,” you informed him, allowing an arrogant smile to tilt into your lips, knowing it had no place there yet having no control over it all the same. “Clean up your mess.”

It was not long before you were pulling your coat around your body, ignoring the warnings that Lily was mumbling, a well-known mantra much like the one she’d heard from Regulus when he was training her to be your guard and much like you did to him, you paid the words no mind. You pulled the hood over your head as you reread the map on your phone to guide you in your escape, feet leading you past the staff rooms, through the fire escape that led you right into the hidden gardens where James thought he could smoke in secret.

“Princess, your parents wouldn’t approve of this,” Lily whispered, peering around the lawn as you opened the hidden latch that was made by the very person you were running to see. “Now is not the time to take this risk, not when they’re not here to get you out of trouble.”

“I have no choice, you know that, and they’d know that as well,” you bargained, knowing she had no intentions of making you stay when she followed you out of the gate and to the outside, the shouting and stomping growing louder as the two of you looked around for the car that he’d sent for you.

Not a word more was exchanged on the way from the palace, familiar apprehensive looks shared as the driver kept his eyes on the road, only looking down when his phone chimed with a text from the man in question, you presumed. You were unnervingly accustomed to the entire ordeal, knowing that despite the risk you were taking, the reward would be far greater, worth much more as you considered your choices. Lily was right when she spoke about your parents. You were making your own bed, as they’d taught you to, but they’d never approve of who you were inviting into it. You thought you’d have more time, time to butter them up to what was shaping up to be a yearlong conversation in hope for peace, but you’d never accounted for riots at your front door or death threats with blood stains thrown through your window.

The car eased to a still in front of the cold brick building, a hand on your back guiding you out of the street, away from wondering eyes as you looked back to see if Lily was close behind, the route was no different than before, the unhappy glares and whispered musings of disapproval being of no bother as you waited to be taken to his door.

“Princess,” a voice snarled, and you had no restraint as a frustrated breath left your lips, your mission was brought to a stop as a man stumbled into your way. “It’s been quite a while since we entertained royalty on this side of town,” he noted and you mustered a look of faux surprise, shaking yourself from the grip on your back as you looked him up and down.

“That might be true, but I am not here as royalty.”

“Aye? Who are you here as then?” he persisted and you scoffed, knowing that by the sudden silence that sauntered into the air the man in question was not far from the little scene that’d been formed, disrupting his time.

“My friend,” the thick accent fled through your senses as though it filtered through your veins, his frame begging your gaze to drift to him and it obliged, always did, a teasing smirk on his lips as he looked down at you from atop the stairs. “Does anyone have a problem with that?” he prompted, and it was as though the simple words held piles of threats as the men separated to make room for you to walk.

“Princess,” Lily gave a frustrated scoff as she was stopped at the foot of the stairs. “Be careful,” she insisted before you followed the man of the house to the office that you’d spent many nights hiding from the world, debating a settlement for families only known as foes.

“Sirius,” you sighed, closing the door behind you and smiling when he pushed himself onto the empty desk that sat askew in the corner of the bare room, his eyes trailed slowly over your face, trying his best to decipher why you were there without you saying anything, he had a frustrating habit of doing so quite successfully. “I need a favour,” you breathed after a second that seemed to last forever, squirming slightly under his gaze despite it being far from strange.

“I assumed as much,” he teased, nodding for you to go on as you walked towards him, tugging the hood from your head, fingers moving to ease everything back into place.

“There are people rioting in front of my home, threatening us, promising to kill us,” you began and stilled right at his side, looking down at the city as it lay in the streets, cars pulling up and then pulling away after mere minutes, a notion that you would’ve questioned in the past had you not learned to keep your nose from his business.

“I saw,” he leaned back against the wall to see you again, no doubt missing the smile that dipped into your mouth as he proved without much prompt that he cared at least slightly if you had managed to escape unharmed. “How did you get out?”

“Same way you get in.”

“Clever girl,” he tutted, and you’d have laughed at him if you weren’t to be in his debt in the future. “What exactly do you want me to do, hmm? Riots at the palace seem more like a job for the police, no?”

“They’re wearing your name, Sirius.”

You didn’t know how long you were supposed to pause after that. You were somewhat expecting him to jump to his own defense, half expecting him to accuse you of mistrusting him, yet you knew neither was to happen. Trust was a rather strong word to use for whatever the relationship was that you had. You knew he was true to his word, knew he would not allow you to come to any harm and though your power was much less than his own, you’d try to do the very same for him. Though beyond all of that, you knew that as many troubles lay with your name, there were many that laid with his own. He was a criminal, after all, some of the worst of his kind and you were in his home, begging him to help you when you knew it would earn you heaps of problems in turn. Your mother would have your head, she’d have his too. She didn’t take out his family, his entire line of kin just for you to allow their kind right back into your lives.

“They’re not mine,” he offered, and his hand settled on the table next to yours, tilting his head to see what you were looking at, humming as if to acknowledge your train of thought. “That’s part of our little agreement, is it not? Our little settlement of peace? I may not harm your family as revenge for what your mother did to mine, and you let me make a quick buck off taking out the bad guys the police miss,” he sighed at that, noticing the way you rolled your eyes at his almost mocking tone as he mimicked words that you’d spoken out of serious intents to do good. “Those men are trying to hurt you, Y/n, if they were mine then I’d have them tied and beaten already, you understand that don’t you?”

“Of course, I do,” you sighed, and though you should be very much appalled by his words, you found an odd sense of comfort in his reassurance, smiling with him as he nodded at you.

“Good. Now, do you want me to take care of it for you?” he asked and needed no answer to know that that was exactly what you’d come here for. “I sent men down as soon as you texted me. The gate will be cleared by the time you get home,” he explained and chuckled softly at the shock that sifted onto your face. “You think I’m not the first one to know when you’re in trouble, little bird?  Though, I’ll admit, you were very brave coming all the way here, would not have known you were nervous had it not been for those,” he informed you as he pointed to your shaking hands, you’d hoped your grip on the table would’ve hidden it, but it seems you were very wrong, warmth spreading across your cheeks.  “You’re shaping up to be quite the leader, you know, your mother would be proud.”

“So would your father.”

“Oh, I would not say that, bowing to a Potter is what he regrets most.”

“I’m sure,” you smiled, looking up to the door when Lily stumbled through it, just like before, the same look on her face as she looked between you and Sirius.

“Your parents were just brought home by Regulus and the rest of the CIA,” she explained, holding the phone out to show you the picture of them arriving at the palace and you had to shake your head at the timing, Sirius’ words being anything but empty as there was not a single soul out on front of the place, barely any evidence left behind of the reason for your visit except for abandoned signs and makeshift weapons.