deceit - sirius black

five

"Of course, Sir." Sabrina agreed, though she'd much rather do anything else.

"Let us go to my office," Dumbledore announced, "I find that sometimes, when we feel alone, we are anything but." He kept looking directly at two respective areas, but Sabrina couldn't see anything, or anyone, apart from the Professor, in the hallway.

The Professor attempted to make small talk with the Slytherin, with little success, as she wasn't exactly subtle with her dislike and distrust. They soon reached the entrance to his office, and he said the password and let her walk in front. Dumbledore sat down at his desk, and gestured for Sabrina to sit opposite, which she did.

"I would like to talk with you about your life outside of Hogwarts."

"Anything in particular in mind?" Sabrina tried to keep her composure as she quietly hoped he meant extra-curricular activities.

"Yes. What do you when you are not in the castle? Weekends, holidays?"

"I tend to spend them with my family and friends, Sir." She said calmly, "Why do you ask?"

"I'd like to propose an idea. I wanted to make sure I wouldn't be interrupting something... important to you." He said, as if he knew something and was expecting her to come clean, "After you turn seventeen, I would like to invite you to join the Order of the Phoenix. An organisation that aims to help combat Lord Voldemort and his army of Death Eaters. Would you be interested?"

Would it be better to say no? Would that look suspicious? Could this be an opportunity? Was it a test?

After a mere few seconds of thoughts whirring around her head, Sabrina answered, "I'd be honoured."

***

"How was it?" James Potter was standing right in front of the dormitory door, awaiting Sirius' return, and scaring him half to death when he finally did.

"Mother of Merlin, Prongs!" Sirius held a hand to his chest as if to steady himself, "At least give a man a second to breathe before attacking."

"How was it?" James repeated, urgently.

"Alright." Sirius shrugged, "Felt like an interview, but it wasn't as bad as I'd expected."

"What do you mean 'felt like an interview'?" Remus Lupin queried, as they all crowded on the same bed.

"I dunno, it just did. All we really did was ask questions back and forth. Wasn't bad, though, considering she's never been on a date before."

"She's never been on a date before?" James repeated in disbelief, "Surely not."

"S'pose she was waiting for someone as special as me." Sirius joked, but smirked proudly.

***

The same evening, a meeting was taking place elswhere. The Dark Lord sat at the head of the table as usual, with his devoted Death Eaters seated on either side, in front of him. Directly in front of where he sat, a house elf by the name of Dobby stood on the table, nervously playing with his fingers as the whole room watched him.

"You have an update for us?" The Dark Lord almost demanded.

"Yes, Sir," Dobby said hastily, "Dobby saw Miss Wraith and Mr Black on the Quidditch Field, Sir."

"What on earth were they doing on a Quidditch field?" Walburga Black spat.

"Playing Quidditch, Miss." Dobby received a cane to the back from Mr Malfoy.

"I know what is done on a Quidditch Pitch, stupid elf, I want to know why."

"Walburga," Voldemort said, "Write to Sabrina and let her know that she has not been given this honourable job to merely have fun."

Walburga nodded, and the meeting continued. Dobby hopped off the table and gave a sigh of relief: he had not wanted to be asked about what Sabrina had done after her and Sirius' evening, for fear of getting her in bigger trouble. If nobody asked, there was no way he could be forced to tell the truth.

***

"Listen, Sirius, mate." James, after a while of thinking, came to sit by his friend's close-to-sleeping figure on his bed, "I need to tell you something."

"Go on.." Sirius granted, suspicious due to James' nervous demeanour, and the shift in his two other friends at James's words.

"Tonight, we took the invisibility cloak, and we waited outside the Quidditch Pitch for you. We didn't go in - we thought we'd better respect your privacy a little - but we didn't trust Wraith."

He looked at Sirius for a response, but received nothing except an expectant look, as if waiting for him to continue, so he did, "And I still don't." He breathed, playing nervously with the hem of his shirt, "We followed you up to the castle, but after you went up the stairs, we decided to follow Wraith, see if she did anything: we ran up to the dorms afterwards, to meet you here - you're surprisingly slow. Anyway, Dumbledore was waiting for her. I think he might have known we were there, but I don't think he trusts her either. He asked her up to his office, and he seemed.. suspicious of her."

"So, what, you think she's plotting to kill me, or something?" Sirius scoffed.

"Maybe!" James exclaimed.

"Pads, we just think that it seems a bit odd that even Dumbledore seems to think there's something up." Remus added.

"Teachers have conversations with students about all sorts of things."

"Not at night, and somewhere where no one is listening in." James' voice rose, "Pads, I think there's something fishy going on, and I don't think you should trust her."

"If Sabrina wanted to kill me, I'm sure she'd've done it tonight, when there was no one around to stop her." Sirius said, "And I think you're judging a book by its cover. Maybe getting to know her wouldn't be the worst idea."

"Go ahead," James scoffed, "I hope you're right."

***

Sabrina,
Might I remind you that the Dark Lord did not grace you with this commendable job for you to dismiss all of your dignity for a game of Quidditch with my son.
Your job is to get my son on our side, not to have fun. This is not a game, at least not to some of us. Do better, or be replaced. It is as simple as that.
Regards,
Walburga Black

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FUCK these past few chapters are so short lmfao
this one was a bit all over the place but i hope you enjoyed regardless lol and thank you for reading :)