Frigus . Sirius Black (Mortem BOOK 2)

chapter three

October 11th - Westminster 

The Order, as well as the majority of the Auror force, were scattered around the entirety of the Westminster area, waiting for the Death Eaters to strike. It was almost funny, how the many muggles sitting in cafes and pubs around the place had no idea what was about to go down, but then again, it's not like they had any sort of way to get rid of them. 

Nephera knew exactly what to expect, pandemonium. The second the first spells erupted, muggles would start running around trying to escape, and getting in the way of the Order as well, "Blood will be spilled today," she sighed, exhaling the smoke 

She was seated on the back of a park bench, her legs resting on the bench next to the Prewett twins and Remus, "Ours or theirs?" asked Fabian

His twin shook his head, "Muggle blood," he muttered, "It won't be easy, we'll have to protect them, and ourselves, as well as capturing the bastards," 

The Slytherin threw her cigarette on the ground, Remus stepping on it to put it out, "We don't fight to capture them today, it's no use. We need to protect as many muggles as possible," 

Remus was only half-listening to the conversation, his eyes focused on the sight in front of him. A mother, pushing a stroller with a baby inside, while also trying to keep her toddler in check, the young booy chasing some pigeons around the park. He wanted nothing more than to tell her to leave, to save herself and her children, but he couldn't. 

After all, what was he supposed to say? That the wizarding world is real, and not only is it real, but it's in the middle of a civil war? And that a bunch of Dark Wizards could be arriving any moment to torture and kill them? 

He'd scare her away, that was for sure, but she'd also probably call the police on him as any other sane person would. 

So, he simply sat there, watching her. The full being in four days did not help either, he was feeling tired and drained of all energy. He knew he couldn't die, they couldn't kill him nor any of the other marauders until June third when the time limit of the vow run out. 

He could still be hurt though or hit with an Avada Kedavra on accident. Well, at least if he did die that day, Voldemort would fall dead as well, and then the entire thing would be over. 

It was a weirdly comforting thought. 

"What do you mean we don't fight to capture? We just let them disapparate away?" asked Gideon, affronted at Nephera's words 

But the girl's temper did not rise, "It doesn't matter how many of those sons of bitches we kill or put in Azkaban. As long as Voldemort's still alive, he'll keep recruiting. We need to cut the head of the snake, and until we can do that, we need to keep as many people safe as possible," 

It was a tense situation all around, and everyone knew that which is why no other words were exchanged, the four teens simply sitting there, waiting for something, anything. 

The calm before the storm, Nephera had never understood that expression more than that moment. It truly was a beautiful day, a rare one for England, to be so sunny in October, which is why so many people had taken to the outdoors, wanting to relish in every bit of sunlight before the harsh winter truly set on them. 

"We'll lose people today," spoke Remus after a while, "We all know it," 

Gideon nodded, "The question is who, and how many," 

Out of all of them, the one who run held the biggest risk was definitely Nephera. The second Death Eaters saw her, they'd all be gunning for her, after all, killing her would be a one-way ticket to the very top of Voldemort's ranks, and everyone was grasping at that opportunity.