The Guardian

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A/N- Sorry this has taken soooo long! I finally got a computer to replace my last one and it too died a horrible death. Alas I’m back to using my nana’s. Oh well.
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Chapter 20
Honeymoon Hell

Rhiannon and Sirius returned to Grimmuald Place alone late in the evening.
The large townhouse seemed so quiet without the echoes of Snape’s
footsteps
or the quiet flipping of pages as Remus read.
“How did you stand being here alone for so long?” Rhiannon asked as they
wandered into the library. “It’s so quiet.”
Sirius knelt to reach something on the bottom shelf of a bookcase. “I
don’t know. I had a house elf named Kreacher, horrible little creature. He
constantly mumbled to himself and to my mother’s picture so it wasn’t all
that quiet. Harry sent him to work at Hogwarts when they thought I’d
died.”
“Oh. Well we can get him back if you want.” She reached out and ran her
hand through Sirius’s hair, ruffling it as she had done when he’d turned into a dog. She giggled at the glare she received for offering to get the house elf back. He growled softly making her giggle all the more when she scratched behind his ear. Their eyes caught and locked for a moment, Rhiannon felt a wave of warmth and tenderness from him. She moved her hand from his ear to his cheek, enjoying the feel of stubble on her palm.
“We’re married.” She sighed.
Sirius nodded, nuzzling her hand “I’ll protect you Rhiannon. You know that right?”
“I know you will.” She leaned down and pressed a kiss on his forehead.
Sirius went back to searching the bookcase after another moment.
Still hyped up on the sugary icing and champagne that Dumbledore had conjured from the Hogwarts kitchens, Rhiannon danced around the room swaying to music only she could hear.
“Well aren’t you the graceful one.” Sirius turned to watch her and
grinned at the way she moved with effortless grace spinning up on her bare
toes, he wondered where her sandals had gotten to.
“Hmm, eight years of ballet, my mother insisted on it. But it’s so much
more fun with some one else to dance with.” She swayed provocatively
holding out her arms to him. Sirius moved the book he’d pulled out to a higher
shelf and sauntered into her open arms. With a flick of his wand the lithograph in
the coroner started playing an old song about life being dreamy.
“Sorry, Remus defiantly has an acquired taste in music.” He winked
before spinning her around and moving them easily into the steps of a waltz. Remus
and she had never really clicked when they danced both unsure of the others
movements. Sirius was not just good, he was an excellent dancer. He didn’t
miss a step even when the sofa got in their way, he merely changed directions and
continued.
“Do you practice that wink in the mirror or is it natural?” She asked.
He gazed down at her slightly flushed face and sparkling eyes. He couldn’t
believe his luck, not only had he gotten married, but he’d married the woman of his dreams. “It’s natural I suppose. Works well on the ladies I must say.” He spun her again.
“Yes well, my darling husband, you better learn to control that ‘natural’ habit of yours.”
“Oh is that jealousy I hear in your voice?” He hoped it was, not wanting
to be the only jealous one in the relationship.
“Not in the least.” She looked away, lips pursed.
“I’ll let you believe that lie.” He could see the truth on her face and
was pleased.
Rhiannon glared at him a moment but felt the beginnings of a tug on her
heart and the nice buzz she’d had slip away. She ignored it, not wanting the
world to intrude on this moment but the tug became more insistent.
“We have to answer.” Sirius mumbled next to her ear.
She stopped suddenly “You can feel that?” She asked.
He nodded, “It feels like something yanking on my heart.”
She stared at him in amazement as her white robes flew through the room into
her outstretched hand. Her father had felt when her mother was being called
but not until later. It had been years before he had felt the first calls;
they were so soft and barely noticeable.
“Yanking or tugging?” She slid the robe on.
“Yanking.” He watched her with curiosity; he could see the troubled look
in her eyes.
She tried not to look at him, and dug in her pocket for the dog collar. She kept herself occupied for a moment playing with the little silver tag attached to the plain white leather. RB was etched in a fancy curling script. He was her guardian she realized; ‘they’ had decided that. She jumped when he barked, having already changed into the huge dog with out her noticing. She buckled the collar around his neck, tugged her own hood up and disappeared.
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“She should be here soon.” Lucius glared at the bleeding witch lying on
his floor, disgusting Mudblood. He kicked her hard with his booted foot,
delighting in the cry she let out.
His master hissed from a chair next to the fire. “She’s taking a long
time. Insolent bitch, I’ll have to teach her some manners.” Voldemort drank
from a cup of the dying witch’s blood.
Bellatrix danced about the room, her eyes faraway and dreamy as she licked
blood from her fingers. She paused in a turn and stared at the body lying on
the floor, tipping her head to the side like an animal listening for a
noise.
She let out a cackle, “Not going to sing this time Guardian? Too scared to
offer comfort? You should be; my lord will have your apology for making us
wait.” The crazed woman crossed the room leaning over the younger witch
and grasping her neck. She dug her nails into the woman’s neck, grinning like a child in a candy shop when drops of blood slid from the cresents made from her nails.
“It’s so good to see Bella smiling again.” Voldemort made a hissing sound that was almost laughter. “She pouted so when we let the little bitch go last time.”
Bellatrix tightened her grip, lifting the other woman off her feet. There
was a horrid crack when Bellatrix snapped the witch’s neck and a thud when she
dropped the body like it was a piece of trash.
“And why did you cut your fun short sister?” Lucius ran a hand down her
back caressing her hip a moment.
“Because dear brother.” She traced the pale wizards jaw, leaving a trail
of blood behind. “I want the other one, the itsy bitsy guardian. I want to
feel her blood on my hands and see our dearest lord drink from her.” She
leaned forward, lapping up the blood she’d smeared on him.
“Always thinking of others,” Lucius purred proudly, “you are so
unselfish.”
“I want her to pay for what she did to Draco.” She hissed.
Rhiannon dropped her hood. “You’ve got to be stupid as well as crazy if you think I’m going to let you close enough to me for you to get any kind of revenge.”
“Aren’t you going to bow to your master?” Bellatrix screamed, angered
by Rhiannon’s supposed lack of manners.
“I have no master. Human,” She sneered at Voldemort, “Or other
wise.”
She saw Bellatrix’s intentions before she flew across the room, her hand
raised to slap her. The snarling dog came out of nowhere, eyes flashing and teeth barred
stopping Bellatrix in her tracks.
“What the fuck is that?” Lucius yelled watching as the huge dog gathered
on its haunches; waiting for someone to move.
“A dog, I thought you were smarter than that Lucius.” She made a tsking
sound.
“Remove it now!” Voldemort hissed; his patience with the woman was
coming to an end.
“No.”
Anger made the snake’s eyes glow red. “Remove it or I will remove it for
you. And trust me; you will not like what is left if I have to do it.” He
raised his wand.
Rhiannon glared back at him, then flung out her hand without looking away.
Light burst from her palm and engulfed the large snake that was slithering
around the rafters above them. “Touch my familiar and I’ll kill yours.”
The snake was twisting and writhing trying to get away from the light cast upon it.
“Let her go!” Lucius bellowed moving quickly towards Rhiannon only to be
pushed away when Sirius started to pace menacingly, growling his
disapproval at the movement.
“Back off Lucius, he’s not well trained.” She stepped forward moving
with Sirius and keeping her eyes on the trio.
“You will listen to me!” Voldemort screamed.
“You have no hold over me.”
“I do.” Lucius held up the charm made from her braid. “And in turn my
lord has control over you.”
Rhiannon gritted her teeth, they would go back to killing to get her
attention if she gave away that the charm didn’t work. This tonight had
been for their entertainment, her presence was just an added bonus. She narrowed
her eyes and released the snake before patting her thigh to call Sirius back
to her side.
“Remove him.” Voldemort hissed.
“I can’t. He is tied to me; The Elders didn’t like how I was being
treated.” She lied easily, knowing her thoughts couldn’t be seen by
even the most experienced of Legilimens unless she wanted them
to.
“Then keep it away from us.” Voldemort picked up his glass and drank
deeply, relishing in the disgusted look the Guardian shot at him. “I have
plans for you my dear Guardian.”
“And what are they?” She watched Bellatrix out of the corner of her eye;
the woman was shifting from foot to foot.
“You will get me Harry Potter’s soul.” He hissed.
“And if I don’t?”
Bellatrix shifted again.
“I will tie you to a table and let every one of my followers have a go at
you. When they are done I will allow Bellatrix to do what she
pleases to what is left of you. Mind, some of my followers do enjoy blood more than
others.”
Rhiannon felt him pushing at her mind and allowed him some access. An image
of Snape gutting a woman, eyes gleaming when blood sprayed over him flashed
behind her eyes. She knew the image was untrue but still, it made her stomach roll. Sirius growled low in his throat letting her know that he was seeing it also.
“I would rather that than see you come to power.” She hissed.
“Oh, such courage. Like I said; I will bend you to my will, one way or another.”
“Good luck with that” She snapped.
“Insolent witch!” Voldemort hissed and raised his wand. At the same
moment Bellatrix dove for her. Sirius jumped, butting her with his head and
landing on the witch, his plate sized paws holding her to the ground.
“Crucio.” Both Voldemort and Lucius hit Rhiannon at the same time.
Sirius was on her in an instant, clamping his jaws on her robes and
apparating them out. He’d never apparaited as a dog before and found it
somewhat disconcerting.
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They landed hard the floor in Rhiannon’s room, a whimper the only sign
that she felt it.
“That went well.” She groaned.
“You got Crucioed by both Voldemort and Lucius,” Sirius unbuckled his collar and dropped in in her outstretched hand. “I think that makes me a shitty Guard dog. Are you okay?”
“Yeah, they sort of canceled each other out. The spells hit in front of me, I just got a bit of the backlash. I would have gotten worse had you not been there.” She put her robes and his collar back in the closet, pulling out the small bottle she held the witch’s soul in. “Then again, if I could learn to keep my mouth shut, I probably wouldn’t get half the curses I do.”
“Well, I was going to say.” He grinned at her knowing he would
act the same way if he was being taunted.
“Ha-ha. I know I need to shut up, but really where does that disgusting,
snake faced- bastard get off saying Severus does that kind of thing?” She
raged, “He’s never done anything like that. He’s merciful. Just
don’t tell him I told you.”
Sirius watched her pace, the little vial with the bouncing light clutched
tightly in her fist. “Love, let’s do what we need to do with that before you
shatter it.” He gently pried the bottle from her hand.
“Yeah, right, okay.” She crossed to the mirror and ran her hands down the
ornately carved sides. He watched her close her eyes and whisper something.
Finally she pushed something across the top of the glass. The mirror rippled
like the surface of the black lake their images distorting.
“Come on.” She held out her hand to him, feeling herself relax with his large warm hand wrapped around hers.
“I don’t know, I think I may have had enough of veils to last me a lifetime.”
She giggled and tugged him through behind her. Sirius had been expecting the same blinding white space he spent so much time in, or the cliffs and valleys that appeared when she came for him. What he stepped into looked remarkably like his backyard. It was a tidy garden, over flowing with flowers and shade trees growing untended. A neat row of low stone gates stood directly in front of them making up the far wall.
“See it’s not so bad, if you’re supposed to be here.” She took the
bottle from him and uncorked it. The light rose slowly and floated towards
the gates, taking the shape of a woman.
“She’s supposed to be here. When you die, your soul knows where it is
supposed to go. At least usually; pure souls know where to go.” She waved to
the woman as she turned to glace back at them before disappearing through a
low gate.
“And impure souls?” Sirius asked looking around them.
“They get pulled through there.” She nodded at a large dark gate. No
grass or flowers grew around it making the area a desolate gap in the
beautiful garden. There was a chill emanating from the gate that
seeped into Sirius’s bones making him shiver.
“Don’t stare too long at it.” She grabbed his hand and tugged him
away. “It will corrupt your soul.”
They reentered her bedroom, the mirror returning to normal behind them.
“It’s peaceful there. Except for that one corner, it made me cold.”
“Yeah it’s always like that, you get used to the chill; it just takes a
while.” She dug in her closet until she found what had to be the rattiest
sweater he’d ever seen. She turned to her dresser, pulling out what looked
like a pair of men’s pajama bottoms. He dropped down onto her bed watching
her move with fascination. She untied her hair, the knot at the back coming
down in a fall of honey colored ringlets. The dress was next her fingers
working the row of buttons down her back easily, revealing a set of scarlet
undergarments. He started drooling; her skin was silky in the light of the
fire that had sprung to life with a wave of her hand. She moved quickly
across the room to a small mirror and picked up a brush. He’d never seen anything
as erotic as his wife changing clothes. She dropped the brush back on the
dresser and pulled off her bra, giving him a great view of her large creamy
breasts just before she tugged the sweater over her head.
“What are you staring at?” She asked her opaque eyes flashing in the
light.
“Your eyes,” He patted the bed next to him. “They flicker in the
light, like a cat.”
“Yeah I know, it’s strange.” She looked suddenly uncomfortable.
“Not strange, different yes. But then, I’m an escaped Azkaban inmate
that can turn into a dog, whose best friend is a werewolf…” He shrugged.
“Plus I spend most of my time shut in my family home, that’s full of
dead or half dead creatures that would just as soon tear a person to shreds as
meet them. I may not be the best judge of strange.”
Rhiannon stared at her husband blankly for a second before she burst out
laughing. “I’m strange and you’re nuts… we make a great pair.”
He loved the sound of her laugh, the giddy tone that wove through it. He felt his body stirring at it “Do you have any idea what that sound does to me, witch?” He
growled reaching out to touch her hip.
“Wha… what sound?” She breathed deeply her heart hitching.
“Your laugh and that breathy little moan when you realize I want to kiss
you.” He shifted to his knees, looming over her so she had to lean back.
“I don’t… You want to kiss me?” She scooted back only to have him
follow.
“Yes I do, very much. You taste like Irish cream and sweets.” He leaned down and captured her lips with a bruising kiss. “Yep, just like sweets.”
She giggled again as she slid her hands up his arms and around his neck.
“And your scent,” He nuzzled her neck, “Irish cream and linens. Makes
my mouth water. You know I spent all my time in my room just trying to
escape this scent. But I couldn’t, you’d come out of the shower and there it
was, filling my head with images of you, and that bar of soap you always left on
the tub.” He was nipping at her throat as he spoke, savoring the little moans and sighs she was making. “Now you’re my wife, I can watch you bathe if I want to.”
“Or you could join me.” She said breathlessly as her husband continued
to kiss his way down her body, shoving the sweater out of his way as he went.
“I could do that.” He bit the soft underside of her breast. Her hips jerked uncontrolably. She grabbed the bottom hem of his shirt and tugged, throwing it across the room and gazing at her husbands tattooed chest.
“Gods these are sexy.” She muttered tracing the thin lines down to his belly. With a flick of her wrist that rivaled even Sirius' talent she had his pants un buttoned and the material shoved halfway down his hips. They paused only long enough to finish undressing, before continuing their exploration of each others bodies. Rhiannon's hands were everywhere, sliding over his shoulders, down his back to his tightly muscled butt then back up. Sirius smoothed his palm over her stomach, then down to the soft curls at the apex of her thighs. He brushed his thumb through her curls, grinning when she gasped and raked her nails up his back.
She was already wet, her body ready for him when he moved to enter her.
She felt his cock push into her, and savored the small sting that accompanied his invasion, she whimpered when he bumped her cervix and moaned with loss when he pulled out.
Sirius was enjoying the flutter of ecpressions that were crossing his wife's face, a small grimance when he first entered then satisfaction and a scowl of loss as he pulled out. He tourtured her for a few moments longer until he could nolonger bare the buring heat of her pussy as it gripped him. He grasped her ankles, moving them to his shoulders and started slamming into her.
Sirius’s last coherent thought as Rhiannon screamed her first release was that he could get used to this.