Time Astral | Sirius Black

59||The Seven Potters

Screams, a blaze of green light on every side: Mundungus behind him gave a screech and Sirius for a moment knew not where he was. Streetlights above him, yells around him.

At that moment, it was hard to let go of the fact the green lights were killing curses and that any of them might hit his godson. James' son. James, James - his brother -

With a sharp breath, Sirius' brows furrowed into pure concentration. He was a natural flier, he could outrun this shit and all he had to do was trust that Hagrid would keep his boy safe.

He swerved left and right and kept his wand in hand, curses blue and red and purple all flying around him. The body he was in was all gangly limbs of a teenager and he wished desperately he changed back into his own.

Five Death Eaters remained at an unhealthy distance while the rest of them changed direction to the other brooms. Sirius thought they might've assumed he was the real one because of the stupid broom which is something Harry would own.

All the more good, he thought. Harry would remain safe.

"IMPEDIMENTA!"

Three more death eaters joined the chase. "Dungus!" Sirius called. He should've called him Harry but he doubted there was time now. "Shield me."

"You got it!" He screamed.

Sirius took a left, feeling more confident with his right safe and just when a killing curse was shot from that direction - Mundungus Fletcher, instead of casting a protection charm: disapparted.

Something hit Sirius' back and he felt oily liquid fall down in heavy amounts. A gasp was all he could muster as the green light passed so near his eyes, he would see it when he closed them.

And then the subject of his nightmares, a chilly whisper along his skin - Sirius turned and there he was. Voldemort, flying without assistance. Before he could even process it, Tom was gone.

With a lightheaded curse, Sirius took the long way to the Burrow. "PROTEGO!"

Lucius Malfoy's mask flew as he took a sharp right. And when their eyes met, there was a scowl on his face. "Black,"

Sirius said nothing, didn't know how he could get out of this. But his eyes no matter what colour or shape, remained his stupid spark. Nothing could've convinced Malfoy.

"Hello?"

"You," Malfoy breathed spitefully. "I wasted my five minutes on you."

"Six, actually." Sirius smiled sarcastically. "See, sweetheart, you're still talking to me."

"You- "

"I -"

"Traitor-"

"Ouch," He was laughing then.

"I will go tell the Dark Lord at once - AH -"

Sirius muttered a low stupefy and watched as Lucius fell off the broom, "Whoops."

The Order's barrier was there then and Sirius felt a freeing feeling as he left the old raggedy bastards behind him and entered the hundred yards that separated him from the Burrow.

He was one of the late ones taking into consideration all the long cuts he'd had to take but regardless of it when his feet finally touched the ground, the only one he could think of was Alasia.

Sirius didn't bother with his beloved broom and he ran and ran and ran and before he could even reach the door of the Burrow, it had opened and a pregnant brunette with a shaky smile stood there with open arms.