Untreated Wounds | Sirius Black

Chapter 10

SIRIUS BLACK'S POV:

It was stupid of us to think that no one would figure out that I killed someone.

Dumbledore stormed into the room with four house deans on his tail. "Sirius Black and Lillian Cox!" His bellow silenced the Great Hall, forcing every head to turn to us, "Both of you! My office, this instant!"

Lillian was the first to stand, shamelessly. She yanked me up and strode out of the hall with her head held high and her shoulders back. "This way," Dumbledore snarled, reaching to grab Lillian's bicep to escort her but the look she gave him seemed to be enough for him to halt his movements. 

 I didn't have time to take in the lavish office. Dumbler saw upon his large gold throne with a desk between us as we stood opposite.

"Do you two have any idea what you have done?" Dumbledore snarled, slamming the Daily prophet onto his trophy-filled desk, "You are lucky Skita is in debt to me! If not the entire Wizarding World would know that you, Sirius Black, are a killer!" He roared, "After all you have gone against to prove you unlike your family---"

"I killed him!" Lillian snarled viciously and suddenly, "Whoever said that he did, lied to you!" She had stood up and leaned over the desk, looking Dumbledore dead in the eye with both palms on the desk. 

"You did?" Dumbledore challenged, "Why, girl?"

"Because I fucking felt like it," 

"Well, you will be going to Azkaban, Lillian," Dumbledore announced, "For the murder of Corvus Lestrange," 

"I won't be going to Azkaban," Lillian leaned back and clasped her hands back, 

Suddenly, I understood why Lillian so easily took the blame.

"Why not, girl?" 

There was a loud crack behind us.

And as the room grew cold, I knew who it was.

The eyes of the house deans grew wide and all of their skin paled. Slowly, Dumbledore leaned away from where he had been threatening Lillian. "Uncle," Lillian said with a look of conniving satisfaction in her eyes.

Voldemort clicked his tongue, approaching the desk, "My niece,"

I tightened my jaw, instinctively reaching for Lillian's hand but she'd folded her arms over her chest.

Please, don't betray me, please.

"Tom," Dumbledore gritted, "What do we owe the pleasure?"

"It's Voldemort to you," He snarled, flipping down his hood to reveal his inhumane face, "And I believe that this matter concerns me,"

"It does not,"

"It is my heir that has caused this," He snapped, turning to Lillian before dragging his crimson eyes to me.

"Get going, Riddle," Dumbledore snarled, "You have no place being here!"

"I have every right to be here," Voldemort placed his sickly hand on Lillian's shoulder. I watched his nails curl around it until they were pressing tightly into her skin. 

"Mr Black's and Miss Cox's punishments do not involve you, Tom," McGonagall spoke up,

"No, Black's doesn't. But my niece's punishment does," Voldemort turned to Lillian, "Is it true that you murdered Corvus Lestrange, dear?" 

Please. 

I closed my eyes and sucked in a desperate breath as I felt her forest-like eyes burning into the side of my head.