SHE'S ALL THAT ➭ SIRIUS BLACK ❨2❩ ✔︎

ACT FIVE, SCENE TWENTY

HOGWARTS

Sage sat in the stands of what had once been the quidditch pitch but had since been transformed into some sort of haphazard, dangerous obstacle course.

Memories of her years at Hogwarts, screaming along with Charlotte, Rowan, Maia, and Bellatrix as they cheered Regulus on and shrieked excitedly when he caught the Snitch, came flooding back to her, and even as she sat with Rowan in the same spots they used to occupy years and years ago, she could still feel the thrill of winning a quidditch match in her bones.

The two friends watched Harry's competition—a burly boy from Durmstrang, a beautiful and willowy Veela from Beauxbatons, and a tall, familiar-looking boy with reddish-brown hair from Hogwarts—go before him, using trickery and magic to steal egg after egg from their angry dragon mothers.

Finally, when it was Harry's turn, Sage waited with baited breath; she hadn't been there to see his quarrels with Quirrel, the ghost of Tom Riddle, or the Dementors that tormented him in the past, and seeing first-hand how much danger he was in set her on edge.

She grabbed for Rowan's hand, anxious, and watched intently as he her godson got the shit kicked out of him by a dragon. He was chased around the arena, narrowly dodging the dragon until he had one too many close calls with near-death, and she finally had had enough.

"Use your fucking broom, Harry!" She shouted at the top of her lungs, earning a hard glare from Minerva McGonagall, her former transfiguration professor that somehow still made her shiver from years of detentions, lost house points, and reprimandings. "Sorry, Professor." She mumbled, far quieter than she had been a second ago.

Sage could barely hear him above the roar of both the dragon and the crowd, but his words somehow reached her ears: "Accio Firebolt!"

For several anxious moments, the hordes of people in the stands went dead silent, waiting for his trusty broomstick to find its way to him.

Every second that passed was another second that the dragon crept closer and closer, until the broom, at last, shot right into his waiting hands.

She breathed a sigh of relief, thanking the god she wasn't sure she believed in that he was out of danger. But then the distinctive clang of metal snapping echoed around the stands, and she realized that the dragon had broken out of its chains, soaring into the sky after him.

"Fuck." Rowan breathed, eyes as wide as the moon as she watched the aerial chase begin, Harry barely keeping out of the dragon's claws.

Sage couldn't bear to look, and she kept her hands over her eyes the entire time, whispering prayers and mantras over and over again to herself.

It wasn't until the crowd screamed in excitement that she finally took her head out of her hands, finding that the golden egg was gone, and Harry had won. Or, at least, completed his task.

If this was only the first of three tasks, she wasn't sure she'd survive the rest of them, if the stroke she'd nearly had was any indication.

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