The hesitation in Embry’s voice was a good sign. And then when she finally admitted that she didn’t like Voldemort, there was a slight weight lifted off his chest. He played with her hair, not wanting to interrupt until she finished speaking, and when she did, he just paused, an nodded. “Alright.” He said, planning on leaving the subject for the time being, but then he saw his shirt being played with, and something told him that the matter wasn’t over. While normally he’d be preparing himself to lie, to tell her that she was reading too much into things, and overthinking, if she asked outright if he was happy being a snatcher, he’d be honest. But then before she could get the last of the words out, Scabior’s voice burst into the room, and Sirius grew more rigid, wanting nothing more than to turn around and throttle him. That anger only intensified after the whistle, and the way he spoke to her. He was about to stop her from doing anything, she was already going to get the plate, and all Sirius could do was narrow his eyes at Scabior, showing his disapproval. “And what does Fenrir know about anything? Potter won’t be out and about at the weekends, certainly not in a public place. What, do you expect him to just take a casual stroll to us?”
He fell silent again as Embry placed his plate, and his blood boiled as he watched Scabior grab her. His wand was out of his pocket, but by then she’d apologised, and was leaving the room. He quickly pressed his wand to Scabior’s neck before he could take another mouthful of food, and snarled at him. “I’ve told you before, and I’ll tell you again. I will deal with Embry in my own way, you have no place speaking to her like that, only I do. And you do not speak to her like she is your pet, when she is my property, is that clear?” He removed the wand from the other man, and went to the sink to grip the edge as he listened to him speak. Then the colour drained from his face.
The Burrow. Ginny. The mention of both, and the plan that Scabior was happy to execute left the taste of sick in his mouth. It made him even sicker that Sirius was to be involved. He knew and loved Molly Weasley, not in a romantic sense, but because even when he was completely in the wrong, Molly was there with the things he wanted to hear. He wanted nothing more than to go back as many years as it took him to get back to Grimmauld Place when the Order stayed there, and how he and Molly used to spend a lot of time talking. He missed her, and she certainly didn’t deserve anything to happen to her. And he knew Harry too well – the second he knew Ginny was in trouble, he’d act, and that was exactly what they were hoping for. He couldn’t think of a single argument for why this was a bad idea, though. “Potter won’t act immediately. No point in us all manning posts.” It was difficult for him to keep his voice from shaking, and rubbed a hand over his face. Yes he should go, to give intel to the others… But if they went there and the Weasleys had mysteriously disappeared? His hesitation would suggest his involvement. “You and the beast can go, I plan on staying with Embry, making sure she stays out of trouble.”
He knew that wouldn’t go well, but shoving a chair to the floor and allowing it to make an echoing bang, he marched back to his and Embry’s room. She was already there, and he knew he couldn’t hide how flustered he looked. He sat on the edge of his bed, his head in his hands, and took deep breath, releasing it shakily. Once Embry sat next to him, he held her tightly, his mind completely focused on the situation.