Where do you see yourself in five minutes?
Where do you see yourself in five seconds, Alasia?
Where do you see yourself in fifteen years?
In the darkest part of Surrey a woman marked by struggle and battle and suffering and survival makes her way to...
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Sirius was fucking scared.
He knew she was here, he somehow knew. He hadn't seen her or heard her or smelled her or felt her but he fucking knew she'd broken that damned promise.
Though he didn't mind, not when he knew the stairs - where he'd left her were now home to a duel between death eaters and order members.
Which they won, it seemed for in no time four of the worst people he knew were standing where Malfoy once was.
A lumpy-looking man with an odd lopsided leer gave a wheezy giggle."Dumbledore cornered!" he said, and he turned to a stocky little womanwho looked as though she could be his sister and who was grinning eagerly."Dumbledore wandless, Dumbledore alone! Well done, Draco, well done!"
Fucking Carrows. Those sleazy bastards could not leave him the fuck alone. The worst part was that he didn't know where his wife and godson were. Though he knew they were both here they were dead silent and he had to trust her. He had to know she wouldn't put the child in danger - and hopefully not herself. If something happened to their baby he'd be utterly wrecked and depressed and hopeless but if something happened to her? He'd die.
"Do it," said Fenrir Greyback standing near the stairs. A big, rangy man withmatted grey hair and whiskers, whose black Death Eater's robes lookeduncomfortably tight. He had arasping bark of a voice. Sirius could smell a powerful mixture of dirt,sweat, and, unmistakably, blood coming from him. His filthy hands hadlong yellowish nails.
"Am I to take it that you are attacking even without the full moon now? This is most unusual. . . . You have developed a taste for human flesh that cannot be satisfied once a month?" said Dumbledore and Sirius tuned in the conversation only to realise Fenrir was talking about eating kids.
His stomach churned. Hogwarts was no longer safe and he needed to get Alasia and Harry the fuck out of there. Then suddenly, a gentle motion attracted his eyes - just beneath the stairs was a hit of light.
Flames.
"And I see you've got the infamous traitor holding your back."
"Oh, please don't be mistaken . . . he is most certainly not here to protect me."
"Is that so, Black?" Amycus turned towards him. "Am I to believe you've changed sides?"
"There are more important people than Dumbledore in this castle, Carrow." Sirius snarked. "And I'd rather you not leave this place at all."
"I am a little shocked that Draco here invited you, of all people, into the school where his friends live. . . ." Dumbledore turned to Greyback.
Sirius knew what Alasia might think of this situation, a failure. She'd told him what had happened with Draco back during the Slugclub party and that he'd cried. She'd offered him help and for the briefest of moments, he knew Alasia had thought he'd accept it. That she'd have saved a boy broken like she'd been.
