Midnight Oil - for camillabloom - Kingsley/Sirius - R
Title : Midnight Oil
For : camillabloom
Pairing : Kingsley/Sirius
Prompt : midnight oil
Words : 144
Rating : R


You'll have to use the front door if you're a ghost,
though it's as flat and bare as the back yard,
a beaten hard square patch of sour soil.
Hush! Haunt me, and not the house! I've got to lard
My ghosts' loud boot soles with fresh midnight oil.
[Clearing II, Tony Harrison]

Kingsley returned to the empty house at 12 Grimmauld Place.

Everyone else was fussing round the injured children at school, or the wounded to St Mungo’s.

Or they'd taken the prisoners back to the Ministry with them.

Or they were dealing with the Minister and the press.

Kingsley had escaped back to headquarters.

To wander through empty rooms and remember how much Sirius had hated them.

Hated them as a boy, and escaped.

Hated them as a man, and rushed to his death.

How he'd had just a couple of weeks of happiness, at Christmas, being there for Harry.

And how they'd had those few stolen weeks, together.

How he'd arched beneath Kingsley, his eyes wild, his hair sweat soaked.

How Kingsley had told him he looked like his wanted poster as he came.

How Sirius had laughed.

And was happy.

For a moment.

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Yes, that poem is Tony Harrison being sunny and dark, filthy but not gratuitous and complex yet accessible.