The First Hello

The Warehouse

Pansy

"Ok, we have a plan."

"And what is this plan, Reg." Pansy asks.

"Cissa, Bella, Cas, Siri, and I will distract."

"How?"

"By being bait."

"Uncle Reggie," Harry says, "you can't. What if something backfires?"

"It won't." Molly says.

"And how are you so sure about that?" Blaise asks.

Aliana purses her lips. "He's right. Dad's too smart for that."

"Then, we die."

"What!?" Delphini yells. "You can't do that!"

"It's how it is." Sirius says. "If we die, we die."

"And Remus is ok with this?" Hermione asks.

"It's how it is." Remus says.

"You won't be able to live without him." Ginny says.

"It'll work out. Nothing will go wrong."

Cara sighs. "What's the rest of the plan?"

Andromeda smiles. "While they distract, we ambush. We get guns and apparate there. Cissa, Trix, Cas, Siri, and Reg will walk in right before us. We aim for Voldemort first, then his minions."

"I mean, that's a great plan, but..."

"Nothing will go wrong, Mandy." Narcissa says. "It'll all work out. No one will die."

Pansy isn't sure about this plan. Mandy' right. Something has to go wrong. Something always goes wrong.

"Well," Draco starts, "we better get ready."

***

"Just in case." Neville says. He kisses Blaise. "Just in case we don't come back."

Dorcas

"Ok," Bellatrix says, "everyone have their guns and ammo?"

Everyone nods.

"Great. Let's go."

***

"Are we sure this is going to work?"

"It'll be fine, Cas." Regulus says. "It'll work."

Sirius and Dorcas look at each other. They both have an uncertain look in their eye.

They walk into a warehouse stocked with crates full of guns. Dorcas sees a man with long blonde hair. He turns around and looks relieved. "Narcissa! You're ok."

"Well, of course I am."

He smiles and looks over to Dorcas and Sirius, and his face falls. "Dorcas, Sirius?" Dorcas' eyes flash with recognition.

"Lucius."

"The one and only. Regulus, still on our side?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"Where is that son of yours? And your children. And our children." Lucius' face turns into a snear. "Where are the children!?"

Bellatrix' face turns into an angry look - a fake one. But no one would know that. At least not Lucius. Only someone who knows her all too well would know her real angry look from her fake. Like Rita. And Dorcas. And Regulus. And Narcissa. And Sirius. And everyone else. "They turned to Dumbledore' side."

"Lila? Draco?" Bellatrix nods. "Not my children." He snears.

Narcissa' eyes flash into something. Fear? Fear for her children. She's scared that if Lucius figures out they've turned, too, he'll turn on them. He'll turn on his own children. He'll turn on his wife. "Yeah," Narcissa says, "not my children." There's a hint of sadness in her voice. Only someone who's paying attention to her can tell. She's hiding it. By the look on Lucius' face, he didn't catch it.