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I think I've seen this film before - ron weasley, family!sirius black

summary: when sirius found out that bellatrix lestrange was having a daughter, he did everything in his power to protect her. he never met her until one day she showed up at his doorstep the same way he had at the potters. wc: 1.3k+

Sirius had seen this film before. Or rather, he had lived through it. A hesitant figure in the doorway, standing in the freezing cold with dried blood coating their clothes.

Despite your injured and tired state, having run for miles without stopping — too afraid to stop, never stopping — you were hesitant that your promised safe haven wouldn’t welcome you.

Sirius recognised you by your hair. It had always been a staple in the family. He had it, so did his brother and his cousins. Your mother’s cousin had never met you, but from the moment you were born, he knew you were another victim of the Black family. He looked at your destructed state: dead eyes with tear stained cheeks, face painted with exhaustion, expensive gown torn and dirty in areas from the way you’d run through the woods, losing your unconventional heels in the process.

Sirius was glad he sent you those letters. One letter a month during all twelve years of his stay in azkaban sent to you with a single address “N°12 Grimmauld Place”, just in case you needed it, and finally, you took his silent advice. It was worth it, and seeing you now, Sirius knew that he hadn't wasted his only permitted letters out of the prison. Sirius moved out of the doorway, the air knocked out of his chest at the sight of you; he was literally looking back at himself. You stepped inside, tears silently running down your face, the lack of expression on your features worrying Sirius as he caught sight of your bloody feet, cut up by rocks and twigs, painted with mud.

You froze in the entryway at the sound of loud voices down the hall, shoulders tensing up. Sirius sighed.

Unfortunately for you, you had an audience.

“Sirius, who is it?” A familiar voice called out, footsteps following her words, and you immediately spun around, ready to walk back out of the house, but Sirius gently caught you by the arms, a reassuring look on his face. Sirius let go of you, nodding his head towards the inside of the house. When you turned around, you met Professor McGonagall’s worried gaze. The woman stood in front of you with an anxious expression, her arms uncrossing in front of her to put a comforting arm on your shoulder.

In the kitchen, the Order of the Phoenix meeting came to a stop, all the adults keeping an ear out for any commotion happening, revealing hints of the narrative outside. You winced as you stepped deeper into the house, the adrenaline that had allowed you to travel so far now wearing off, causing you to feel the consequences of your escape. Sirius didn’t ask you what happened, only sitting you down in the living room and letting you embrace the silence.

Sirius hesitated.

When he had run away to the Potters, he was held. Held as he cried, held as he shared his story. Held even as the Potters healed him. But Sirius didn’t know if he should hold you. After all, Sirius had never even met you.

But as the silence was interrupted, loud voices breaking the tension in the room, your eyes finally left the floor, a look of panic settling on your face as you recognised the familiar instrument of your boyfriend's voice. Sirius furrowed his eyebrows, quickly looking at the teenagers exchanging jokes as they rushed down the staircase. Sirius made an uncomfortable noise in his throat, but McGonagall was quickly taking care of it, approaching the teenagers and spreading her arms wide to stop them from entering the living room. All the jokes immediately subsided, and Sirius instantly assumed that the deputy headmistress held her signature glare.

Sirius looked back at you, watching as the tears sped down your cheeks, your face finally projecting all the different emotions you’d felt all night as you caught sight of the person whose comfort you so desperately sought. Finally, a loud sob wracked your chest, and Sirius felt his own lungs constricting him from taking a deep breath. “Mr. Weasley, give her some space!” professor McGonagall’s words died down as Ron Weasley pushed past her, speeding his pace up to run up to you, immediately falling to his knees in front of you when he reached you.

“Sweetheart?”

Sirius’s head snapped towards McGonagall as Ron uttered those words, eyes going wide in shock. He felt like he was going to throw up, watching Ron eagerly push himself up to sit on the couch next to you, wrapping his arms around you and tugging you closer to him.

You desperately clung onto Ron, gripping his jumper as you sobbed into his chest, hiding your face from him and the rest of your audience. Professor McGonagall ushered the watchful teenagers into the kitchen with the rest of the Order members, leaving you alone with your boyfriend and Sirius. Sirius stood up on shaky legs, walking to stand near the exit of the room. He didn’t want to leave the two of you alone in case something happened, but he wanted to give you the impression of privacy. “My love,” Ron muttered into your hair, voice shaking, caressing a hand over your back to soothe you. “Do you want to talk about it?” You didn’t reply, pulling away to wipe your cheeks aggressively before wincing at your own force, a familiar ache from the building bruise on your face.

“I, she-” You were interrupted by your own hiccup. “They tried making get the dark mark. I couldn't-” Ron swallowed thickly as you cut yourself off with a heartbreaking sob. You had given him little enough explanation to leave your punishment open to the imagination, but if it was rough enough to finally drive you away from your abusive home, he knew it had to be bad.

Ron had seen you come back to Hogwarts after holidays in the past, wearing heavier makeup than usual. He’d always think you looked gorgeous, ready to kiss the makeup off your skin, before remembering the occasions on which you’d wear such a mask. He’d come into your room, searching for kisses from his girlfriend to find you bear-faced, bruises littered across your skin. Over the next year, he’d learned not to say anything, instead pressing soft kisses on your skin, his arms wrapped around you as you laid in bed, serenading you into the first comfortable sleep you’d had in weeks.

Now, holding you in his arms as you sobbed, Ron wasn’t sure he’d be capable of lulling you into any kind of sleep. You never entertained the idea of running away, of breaking away from the dark side. But you had seen your opportunity for a better life, and took it. After all, your whole family would be distracted at tonight's gala with all the guests, and you had slipped away after all the introductions.

They wouldn't notice your absence for hours.

Ron loosened his arms from around your torso as you tried pulling away from him, looking straight at him with a melancholic look on your face, as though taking in every single one of his handsome features. You used your grip on Ron’s jumper to pull him closer to you, locking lips with him. You sighed in satisfaction, leaning into Ron’s touch as he cupped one of your cheeks, pulling away and mumbling “Lets get you changed, yeah?” You nodded wordlessly, letting Ron firmly wrap an arm around your waist to help you limp across the room, pausing in the doorway as your eyes lingered on Sirius, offering him a silent ‘thank you’ as your eyes watered gratefully.

“Welcome home.” Sirius muttered to you quietly, and you finally turned away from him for Ron to help you up the stairs. He shut the door behind you, running his hands down your back before reaching for the zipper of your dress and tugging down slightly. “Can I?” You nodded, holding your dress to your chest as Ron undid your zipper, disappearing into the bathroom to fetch you a towel. You wrapped the towel around your body, letting your dress fall to the floor as you followed Ron back into the bathroom. Your boyfriend averted his gaze as you unravelled the towel from your body, stepping into the bathtub and letting the tub fill up with water, the warm liquid engulfing your body. Ron sat on the floor on the other side of the tub, one hand caressing your frizzy hair, but he didn’t seem to mind, mumbling words like “You’re safe here” and “I love you so much.” It was only as you were finally dozing off that you heard Ron mutter. “Come on sweetheart, don’t want you to get sick.”

Half-asleep, you wore the clothes Ron gave you, climbing into the mysterious bed with him by your side and falling into a gentle sleep, the worried furrow between your brow never subsiding. When Sirius finally gathered the courage to come upstairs and knock on the door, he found you with Ron carefully holding your arm up, running his fingers over the scabs that would leave a scar on your arm with the word ‘traitor’ etched into your skin.

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