A Rosier Legacy (HP AU M-SI)

I woke up with a brutal pressure in my temples. I felt as if my head was going to explode any second. An unpleasant, sweetish aftertaste of alcohol lingered in my completely dry mouth. For a brief moment, I was entirely disoriented. The scent in the room was rather neutral, but one could catch a hint of freshly washed laundry, the smell of wood varnish, my own sweat, and... a strong, fruity scent of perfume coming from the person lying in bed right next to me.

Slowly and carefully, I opened my eyes to look around. I was in some kind of hotel room. Large, heavy grey curtains covered the windows, keeping the room in a pleasant gloom, though the first rays of morning light were already peeking out from underneath them. The old, massive box of a TV set on the table immediately told me I was in a Muggle hotel.

"Ouch," I hissed quietly as a sharp pain stabbed my temple at a sudden movement of my head. I ignored the pain, just so I could finally inspect my companion from last night.

Sprawled out on the other side of the double mattress was a young, attractive woman. She was sleeping topless, wearing only black panties. She had thick black hair, a slender, athletic build, and a pretty, heart-shaped face.

She's definitely not bad-looking, I nodded to myself with satisfaction.

I drew another breath and analyzed the situation. I couldn't smell that typical scent of sex in the air, and besides... in a heavy alcoholic stupor, she probably wouldn't have bothered pulling her panties back on after the act. I was certain we hadn't slept together.

I closed my eyes and began to focus intensely on last night's memories, trying to find answers through the fog.

Piecing together the fragments of memory in my head took immense effort, fighting through the pulsing pain in my temples and my burning eyes. However, I remembered vividly returning from the restroom to the table. Then came the wild hugging, flirting, and more drinking.

Fuck, did I seriously ask her if she was pretty? I chuckled quietly under my breath.

Then we kept drinking. First went my mug of beer, followed by another disgustingly strong whiskey, and immediately another beer. Me and Sarah, Sirius and Emma. The women drank noticeably less, sticking to their gin and tonics. Once the first passionate kisses were exchanged and Sirius and I were visibly stumbling, I threw out the suggestion that we move to a hotel. The whole group agreed. We hailed a black London cab waiting just outside the bar and had it take us to the nearest accommodation.

At reception, I still had plenty of pounds on me. The receptionist himself had to help me count them, since I was pulling the crumpled notes straight from the folds of a Roman toga. I went ahead and booked a larger suite—two separate bedrooms with double beds connected by a shared living room in the middle. So Sirius and Emma must have ended up in the room right next door.

A quick division of territory followed, and as soon as the door closed behind us, it began. Passionate kisses, wild touching, gentle nipple pinching... Sarah was absolutely burning up. But just as she was about to get down on her knees right in front of the bed, I pulled out my wand and, with a lightning-fast, silent Stupefy, sent her to the floor.

"What the fuck?!" I slapped my palm against my forehead, which made my head throb again. "What a fucking idiot I am..."

In her sleep, Sarah rolled onto her stomach. The black panties perfectly hugged her gorgeous ass, which poked out provocatively from beneath the duvet. Despite my exploding head and dry mouth, I instantly felt arousal surging inside me again.

Why the hell did I stun someone like this right when things were getting good? I cursed to myself again, racking my brain. I was determined to get to the bottom of it. I must have had a reason, and after straining my blurry memories for a moment, it finally clicked.

You see, my fucked-up, alcohol-befuddled mind had actually started worrying about "performance issues" last night. Since I was under the influence of a potion that artificially aged me, my subconscious had commanded: Careful, protect the children!

I slapped my forehead nervously again, cast one last admiring glance at that sexy ass on the bed, and quietly began gathering my clothes scattered across the floor. The Verto spell on the clothes had worn off long ago. Once I was finally dressed, a cold sweat broke over me.

"Auntie is going to kill me," I whispered in horror.

I hadn't let her know where I was or when I'd be back. With her fixation on me, she was going to make me pay for this. Plus, Sally was still waiting back at our place—the very person I was originally supposed to arrange accommodation for.

I took one last fleeting look at the sleeping Sarah, adjusted myself to the side to make the morning wood less noticeable, and quietly slipped out of the bedroom.

Right opposite, the sunlit living room opened up, featuring a sofa and a large TV. Harsh light streamed in from under the curtains. On the other side of the hallway lay the door to the neighboring bedroom. Slowly and silently, like a ghost, I crept to the door and cracked it open without knocking.

The same dimness reigned inside, but a single breath was enough to make it clear that Sirius, unlike me, had had a successful night. The pungent smell of sex, alcohol, and sweat hit my nose. While in my own bedroom I perceived those smells neutrally, here, since they belonged to foreign bodies, I found it quite disgusting.

Both were lying in bed completely naked. I was seeing significantly more of Sirius than I ever wished to. Yet, as he slept, his face looked surprisingly peaceful and at ease. He didn't look like the tormented man who had suffered for half his life. His catch, Emma, was equally attractive, though unlike Sarah, she was a brunette. It was obvious that both friends took good care of their figures; her body was just as firm and athletic. However, I found Sarah's face prettier, so I smirked triumphantly.

Even though Emma was fully exposed as well, I preferred to quickly look away. She wasn't my company for the night.

"Silencio," I whispered, pointing my wand at the sleeping Sirius.

The silver beam dissolved into him soundlessly. Instantly, I grabbed him firmly by the chest—taking absolute, bloody care not to touch any intimate areas—lifted him with a straight back, and began dragging him uncompromisingly out of the room.

Thank God those girls didn't wake up, I thought with relief as the door clicked shut behind us. Tired medical students...

With a wave of my wand and a quiet Finite, I lifted the silencing charm and began to gently slap the face of Sirius, who was lying on the living room floor exactly as God made him.

On the third slap, he finally lazily raised his hand and tried to shield his face.

"Stop, James... Go to sleep..." he rasped, completely out of it, and rolled onto his other side.

"If we can't do this the easy way, we'll do it the hard way," I shrugged. "Vespera is probably going to skin me alive as it is."

I pointed my wand at his naked body again. "Silencio!" I whispered, so his shouting wouldn't wake up half the hotel, and immediately added with a smirk: "Aguamenti!"

A stream of icy water from my wand hit him with a muffled splash. Sirius instantly bolted upright from the floor with a silent scream and began swearing furiously without a sound. Though I didn't get a single tone out of him, I clearly read something about "fucking bastards" off his lips, and under the influence of my amused smirk, he doubled down. He screamed hysterically and completely silently for a moment—exactly like Walburga on that cursed portrait in the movie—but after a while, he finally calmed down enough to register me.

"Good morning. No time, we have to get out of here. If I stay here another minute, Auntie is going to skin me alive," I told him matter-of-factly. "We're in a Muggle hotel. Your companion and your clothes are behind that door, so get your act together quickly and let's go!" I ordered with a smirk.

He scowled at me but obeyed without arguing. Standing up from the wet floor with water dripping from his soaked hair, he carefully slipped into the room to avoid waking Emma.

A second later, he was back. Fortunately, he held his clothes strategically in front of his crotch and scrambled into them in a flash. I gave him some space, quickly using my wand to siphon the spilled water back out of the carpet. The last thing I needed was some Muggles chasing us down over a flooded living room.

"Ready," he smirked at me mischievously, his eyes bright. He was handling the hangover like an absolute champion—he’d clearly had tough training after Azkaban, and his magic was still sharp enough, given how quickly he’d broken my Silencio.

I nodded, and we headed out into the hallway. Nearby was the lift, which I summoned immediately.

"Congrats on a successful night, Sirius," I nudged him with a smirk as we stepped inside. "Were you careful, or is there a chance we'll have some half-Black running around?"

The pleased, mischievous grin froze on his face instantly. I could see his brain desperately working, and he nervously ran a hand through his damp hair. At that moment, the lift chimed and stopped, and I had to drag Sirius inside because he just stood there, dazed like a dummy.

I pressed the button marked 'G' for reception, and the cabin moved downward.

"I don't know," he admitted rather uncertainly after a moment of silence. "But Emma, before... well, before that, she slipped some colorful, strawberry-scented thing onto me."

For a second, I debated whether to give him a lecture on Muggle protection or just tease him, but the lift doors were already opening on the ground floor.

"That was Muggle birth control," I informed him quickly as we stepped onto the polished tiles. "You're safe, Sirius."

You could probably hear the weight lifting off his chest all the way at the Ministry. Instantly, that confident, beaming smile returned to his face.

Who would have thought that a man after ten years in Azkaban would be brought back to life by a simple fuck? Under the guidance of the Emperor of Mankind, of course, I thought with amusement.

The hotel lobby was relatively large, with a polished floor and a reception desk, though a different person was sitting behind it this time. Off to the side was a lounge where a few people were chatting, but I paid them no mind and dragged Sirius at a brisk pace toward the main exit. Meanwhile, he was reliving our entire night's escapade in his head with a grin on his face.

In my peripheral vision, I noticed a figure approaching us from the side, but I ignored them. I just wanted to be gone.

"Ahem, ahem!" came an aggressive, loud throat-clearing from nearby.

With furrowed brows, I turned toward the sound, but the moment I saw the person in question, my facial muscles softened instantly, and I whipped up my best attempt at a charming smile.

Standing before us was a thoroughly pissed-off Vespera, with dark circles under her eyes.

"You have no idea how worried sick I was about you!" she began to hiss dangerously, the windows of the Muggle hotel seemingly vibrating slightly. "I expected you back by evening, and you were nowhere to be found! The smell of alcohol on the two of you is as if you've drunk an entire distillery! Jobo and I searched all over London for you!" Immediately after, she whipped around to face Sirius. "Did you have no one else to drink with, that you had to corrupt a twelve-year-old boy?!" she exploded, furiously poking his chest with her index finger.

While I, in my alcoholic haze, frantically tried to think of what to say, Sirius, to my surprise, wasn't intimidated in the least.

"Oh, come on, Vespi," he smirked at her like an absolute champion. "You look incredibly stunning when you get all motherly and angry."

Vespera turned red as a lobster in that very second. Her wand slipped from the folds of her robes straight into her palm, and it looked like she was about to tear Sirius to pieces on the spot. It seemed to me that steam was literally rising from her ears in anger.

Yet Sirius seemed completely oblivious to the mortal peril he had just landed himself in. With a casual smirk, he continued, "And for your information, Patrik was drinking on his own and dragged me to that Muggle bar of his own accord. Looks like the Rosiers finally have a proper heir," he shrugged with a broad, toothy grin and patted my shoulder appreciatively. "Anyway, it's really good to see you. It's been a long time."

Seeing Vespera's hand trembling dangerously and her wand twitching nervously in her fingers, I decided to step forward and gently took her by the hand, just to be safe.

"I'm sorry, Auntie... I sort of lost track of time. After everything that happened yesterday, I just needed to unplug for a moment and get away from my thoughts," I said apologetically, looking her straight in the eye despite the murderous glint in hers. "Sally will have a place to go, everything is settled, Mrs. Benson is taking her in. It completely slipped my mind to let you know because of all the rush."

My strategic move of mentioning yesterday's events worked instantly. Her icy, murderous gaze vanished in a second. It was replaced by that exact worried, warm expression I was so used to seeing on her.

"I see he's got you wrapped around his little finger," Sirius muttered with a provocative smirk.

The murderous expression returned to Vespera's face instantly, though, fortunately for me, she directed it entirely at Black.

Idiot. He's poking the bear, I thought. But since I really didn't want my aunt ending up in Azkaban for murder and him six feet under, I said with a slight smirk, "Shut up, Sirius!" making absolutely sure my aunt couldn't see my expression.

"Pff," Vespera scoffed disdainfully. "You are still the same immature, foolish man I remember."

I quickly tried to put on a serious face, but judging by her sharp look, it was clear I hadn't succeeded very well.

"We're going home, grab onto me!" she ordered sharply.

"And what about me?" Sirius blurted out, throwing his hands up. "Thanks to your nephew, I don't even have my wand on me!"

"Then walk like a Muggle," she smirked at him in amusement, pure schadenfreude flashing in her eyes.

As I grabbed Vespera's arm, I discreetly pulled some of the money out of my pocket and dropped it onto the floor behind me. I did it in a way that Sirius would notice, while Vespera remained completely oblivious. I was sure my aunt would feel much better believing Black had to hoof it.

Just before the magic of Side-Along Apparition consumed us, I silently mouthed a single word in his direction: "Taxi."

Although the Apparition was instantaneous, it did a number on my hungover stomach. My insides turned inside out, but fortunately, I had enough self-control to keep from throwing up right in front of our castle gates. Vespera would have surely held that over my head for the rest of my life.

"Sally is in the guest room," she spoke relatively calmly, though undertones of anger still resonated in her voice.

"Could you please get her to Mrs. Benson's?" I asked quietly as we walked through the massive castle gates.

Vespera nodded curtly. "Yes, I will Apparate her there. You go get cleaned up immediately, because you reek of booze from a mile away. Later, once you're more alert, we need to have a serious talk."

"Thank you," I gave her a grateful smile.

Even though Vespera was still pissed off, I was sure the talk would just be a classic chewing-out... which, to be honest, I deserved.

I'll apologize a few times, give her a warm hug, and everything will be fine, I thought confidently as we walked in silence through the corridors of our manor.

Our poor MC, and one very satisfied Sirius. What do you think their dynamic is going to be like now? And to top it all off, we have an angry Vespera... but honestly, who can blame her?

Writing this chapter had me grinning the whole time, and it almost made me want to go back to bar-hopping and dating. But since I have an amazing girlfriend, those thoughts are staying firmly inside my head!

The shadows are shifting, and the story goes much deeper... If you can't wait for the next update, Advanced Chapters are already waiting for you.

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82. The Frequency of Intent

83. Of Blood and Thorns

84. Thorns, Wards, and Sly Foxes

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