#Running Through the Forest

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Prompt 19 - Fairytale

@wolfstarmicrofic July 19, word count 995

CW - Murder, blood

Once upon a time, there was a young man named Sirius. Sirius lived with his parents and brother. They drove him mad. One morning, his mother ordered him to take a basket of cakes and buns to his grandmother. 

“Why can’t Kreacher do it?” He asked sullenly. He did not enjoy visiting his grand-mère. 

“Because I told you to,” Was all that Walburga said to him before pushing him out of the house and shoving the heavily ladened basket into his hands. 

He grumbled and stuck his fingers up at the house as he walked away. He decided to go the long way around to his grandmother’s house through the woods. 

Sirius loved the woods. He could have skipped down the lane, but he restrained himself. If he messed up the treats in the basket, he’d never hear the end of it. 

He was about halfway to his grandmother’s house when he spotted a figure in the distance. The hairs on his arms and the back of his neck stuck up and his entire body tensed. Something wasn’t right. 

“Hello,” The man smiled when Sirius was almost to him. “Beautiful day isn’t it?”

“I suppose,” Sirius answered. He’d slowed his pace but didn’t fully stop, just kept walking past the strange man. 

“Where are you going?” The man asked, moving to walk beside him. 

“To my grandmother’s house,” Sirius answered, hoping the man would leave him alone if he answered his questions. 

“And where does grandmother live?” The man questioned further. Sirius stopped in his tracks. 

“That really isn’t any of your business, now please leave me alone,” He glared at the man, hoping he’d just leave him alone. The man dipped his head to him. 

“Apologies,” He smiled unnervingly and backed into the trees. Sirius shivered, glad he was gone. Sirius put him out of his mind. He needed his wits about him to deal with his grandmother. 

The house loomed before him as he cleared the trees. As he approached, he noticed the gate was open. His grandmother would never allow that. He walked through it, closing the iron gate behind him. 

The front door was ajar. Alarm bells started ringing in his head. Something wasn’t right. He crept into the house. 

“Grand-mère?” Normally, by this time, she’d be sitting in her wing-backed chair, squinting at her book because she refused to accept that she needed glasses. 

A bang came from upstairs. “Grand-mère, I’m coming upstairs,” He called. He felt a chill creep down his spine as he climbed. He stood on the landing and called out again. 

“Grand-mère?” 

“In here, my dear,” A sweet voice called out. That alone was enough for Sirius to know things were not as they should be. Irma Black had never used the word dear in her life. 

He pushed open her bedroom door and spotted a figure in her bed. 

“Good afternoon Grand-mère, are you alright?” He asked pleasantly. Whoever was in her bed was at least twice the size of his grandmother. 

“Yes, my dear, just a slight sniffle. Come closer to your old Granny,” Admitting weakness and calling herself Granny two more red flags to add to the already large collection. Against his better judgement, he neared the bed. 

“My what big eyes you’ve got Granny,” He had to stop himself from sounding sarcastic. 

“All the better to see you with, my dear,” Sirius realised pretty quickly that his ‘Granny’ was the stranger he’d met in the woods. 

“And my, what big ears you’ve got,” He’d play the game for a bit longer before calling him out. 

“All the better to hear you with, my dear,” The sweet voice was becoming gruffer. 

“And my, what big teeth you’ve got,” He couldn’t help the smile that crept into his voice. His ‘Granny’ narrowed her eyes. 

“All the better to eat you with!” The man growled and leapt out of bed faster than Sirius had expected. Sirius fell to the floor and rolled out of the man’s way. He jumped to his feet and ran for it. 

“Help!” He screamed as he ran through the house. “Help!” The man was chasing him and was closing in. Sirius got to the bottom of the staircase and grabbed for the front door. The man flew past him and blocked the exit. He had a nasty, blood-soaked blade in his hand. Sirius didn’t stop to ask whose blood it was. He already knew. 

He knew this house well and headed to what had been his grandfather’s office. It had double doors leading into the garden. “Help!” He shouted once he was in the garden, he knew the man wouldn’t let him live. He was getting tired, but the man just kept coming. “Help!” He shouted as loud as his protesting lungs could manage as the man closed in. 

He ran for the tree line at the edge of the garden and blew through them. “Help!” He called again. The man was right on his heels as he ran past a leaning fir tree. He caught the flash of steel out of the corner of his eye and heard a dull thunk. He looked over his shoulder and a tall, strong woodcutter stood over the body of his pursuer. 

“Are you alright?” The man asked as he pulled his axe from the body. 

“Yeah,” Sirius said hoarsely. "I don't know who he is, but he wanted to kill me," 

“His name’s Fenrir Greyback. He's wanted for murder.” The woodcutter told him. “I’m Remus by the way,” He held out his hand and Sirius took it, shaking it thankfully.

“Sirius,” He told him. “Want some cake?” Sirius asked. Somehow he’d managed to hold onto the basket as he fled. Remus laughed at him. 

“Yeah, sure,” He answered. “We can deal with him later,” He pointed at Greyback. 

They shared the cakes and buns between them and chatted merrily for the rest of the afternoon, totally forgetting what had brought them together.

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