SHE'S ALL THAT ➭ SIRIUS BLACK ❨2❩ ✔︎

ACT THREE, SCENE TWENTY EIGHT

GODRICS HOLLOW, 6 NOVEMBER, 1979

Sage laughed humorlessly at something Bellatrix said as they gathered just outside the small village of Godrics Hollow.

There were six of them in total, all hand-picked by Voldemort himself to wipe out most of the Order of the Phoenix; Sage, Bellatrix, Severus Snape, Rabastan Lestrange, and both Amycus and Alecto Carrow.

Five of Voldemort's most loyal, ferocious supporters. And Sage.

She had a feeling she was selected for this mission on purpose, to test her loyalty and see how far she'd go against her former friends.

She wondered for a fraction of a moment, if James, Remus, Maia, or even Lily could have done the same if the roles were switched. And then she laughed on the inside. What a preposterous idea. The only reason Sage could be on the other side, even while faking everything, was because she was an excellent liar.

"You ready?" Bellatrix asked, linking her arm with Sage's as the sun started to creep up on the horizon.

Sage faked a smile and adjusted her grip on her wand. "Absolutely."

How the Death Eaters knew which houses belonged to Order members was beyond her. Although, it must have been public record, easy enough to look up at the Ministry if you had people on your side—or in your pocket. Lucius Malfoy could have done it, and barely lifted a finger.

It seemed that Rabastan was in charge on that mission, for he turned to face the others with a wickedly sharp smile.

"We'll be splitting up. There's six of us, and there's six houses in this village that contain members of the Order." He said, too excited to be talking about assassinating six families. "Bella, you take the house that Silvers is staying in."

Sage stifled the smallest smile; if anyone could take Bellatrix, deranged and psychotic as she was, it was Rowan. Even if magic failed her, she had a mean right hook.

Rabastan gave his sister-in-law a wink before continuing. "Amycus, you take the Longbottoms. Alecto, you can handle Lupin and Dumont, I assume. I'll take the Prewetts—Merlin knows they're shit at any sort of defensive spellwork.

"Sev, you'll be taking the Potters."

Whatever laugh had been building died when Sage realized that the man who had tried to slip Amortentia into Lily Evans's drink fifth year would be sent to kill her.

But when Rabastan's eyes turned to Sage, she had to pretend that her worry for Lily didn't exist.

"Fontaine, you'll be going after Black. Kill him, alright? Don't let whatever childish romance you had in the past get in the way."

Holy fucking hell, she thought to herself. This should be fun.

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As far as performances went, Sage thought she deserved a Wizarding Acting Award.

If blowing Sirius's door off his hinges and entering his home while blasting curses wasn't worthy of a WAA, she didn't know what was.

"Oh. Hello, love." Sirius said with a grin when she held her wand up to him. "Didn't realize you'd be breaking into my house on this fine morning—thought I'd be seeing, I dunno, Voldemort himself."

She couldn't help but smile. "Shut up." She muttered, all but running right into his waiting arms.

He held her tight, but behind her back, he cast a shield over the open doorway, making sure that no one could see or hear that the two of them were not caught in some battle of wits and spells.

With a kiss to her temple, he pulled away. "How'd you get so lucky to be assigned to kill me, though? Out of however many of you there are today, it was you that they picked to come here?" He asked, quite curious.

"Don't ask questions. The French have our ways of making people more...agreeable." Sage replied, winking at him.

He laughed. "Of course you do, you sneaky little Slytherin. But come here, sit down, tell me all about Madeleine."

She was more than happy to speak about her goddaughter, for hours and hours if she could.

But, unfortunately, she heard her name being called—no, screamed—from outside of the house.

"Sage! Sage, we need to go! They were onto us!"

Bellatrix's voice was shrill and shrieky, and she sounded hysterical.

Sage turned to Sirius. "You need to hit me. Punch me in the face, make me bleed. Something to show that you put up a fight here." She said, rushed and whispering.

"What? No. I'm not going to hit you, Sage."

"Don't be annoying. Just do it!"

"I hate you."

Under his breath, Sirius whispered something that she couldn't hear, and pointed his wand right at her face.

"Son of a—fucking hell." She hissed, hands going to clutch her nose and forehead, as a stinging pain erupted from between her eyebrows.

Blood dripped from her nose, eyes, mouth, and ears, and when she smiled, her teeth were tinted red.

"You're brilliant. A bleeding jinx?" She asked him, genuinely impressed.

He didn't return her smile. "You said make you bleed, so I did. Did you really think I'd hit you? Godric."

He was pushing her suddenly towards the door. "Go. I'll come to yours tonight if everything works out." He said.

She gave him one last bloody smile. "I love you."

"And I love you more."

Bellatrix's right eye was bloodshot, and there was a shadow of a bruise all around the socket when Sage found her wandering the square.

Sage tried not to laugh. "What happened to you?"

"Rowan punched me in the fucking face!" Bellatrix screeched, stiffening as her expression moved. "Broke my bloody nose, I reckon. What happened to you?"

Sage had approximately one second to come up with a believable lie. "He crucio'ed me. Bastard crucio'ed me so hard every hole in my head bled." She said quickly and convincingly, wincing in all the right places to make the dishonesty more authentic.

With a raise of her eyebrows and an impressed look, Bellatrix said, "It's a miracle you're still walking."

"Guess I'm tougher than I look."

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