GOOD DOG || Sirius Black

(Fifty Five: Fallen Warrior)

"Little Alex Fawley," Bellatrix Lestrange said again, a cruel smile cutting her face, "Now this was something I didn't see coming."

Alex raised her chin, "I couldn't stay away. Not since I blew you up with fireworks."

"Oh, really?"

She smiled sourly, "You had me at ka-boom." 

Bellatrix's amused expression wiped clean, "Do you know how long I had to spend doing my hair after you singed the ends?"

"There's a bad hair joke there that a lesser girl would make." Alex began to circle, very slowly to her left. She was looking for anything, any angle that would get her out of this. 

Bellatrix tapped her wand against her knee teasingly, and smiled in a way that suggested she knew exactly what Alex was doing, "I would appreciate a show of restraint. Especially when I've avoided talking about your outfit for a simply torturous thirty seconds of your presence."

Alex glanced down. Still in a Hulk onesie. She was fairly sure there was a batman cape hidden underneath, "Not my choice."

"I did hear about that." Bellatrix cooed, "Poor Alex Fawley. Alone again, even after all you've been through. It's always just you and the monster in the end. It's sad how realistic reality is sometimes, isn't it?"

"I wouldn't know. I try to avoid 'real' as much as possible." Alex responded, "Those file cabinets. They have everything you know about me in, don't they? I'd love a look."

"Would you? How tragic." Bellatrix twirled her wand between two fingers in a thinly veiled threat, "I always hate it when a last wish goes unanswered."

"You know what?" Alex asked with a small smile, "You were right. I am alone. Always have been, always will be. And you know what else I am? Still here. So come on, then. Stop bullshitting me and get on with the real crap."

Bellatrix drew her arm back, "My pleasure." 

Alex kicked the plug on the wall by her feet. She followed the wire attached to the plug with her eyes until it reached the chair Bellatrix was sat in. 

"Can you ask him where he got this massage swivel chair?"

Sirius said that. Thank Merlin for Sirius.

A flash of green sped past Alex's ear as Bellatrix Lestrange missed. This was, I will admit, largely to do with the fact that she was still sitting in the large leather chair behind the desk, the one that was now vibrating aggressively.

Alex let New take over, darting forwards and snatching Bellatrix's wand from her hand while she was still distracted. 

She twisted, and ran for the door.

This was never about getting Bellatrix. This was about getting home. And getting home safe. Not that she necessarily knew where home was anymore.

But of course, Bellatrix Lestrange had to say the one thing that would stop her in her tracks, "Sirius Black."

Alex froze. Why was it that the lifts could never be just a few yards closer? She could have been gone, she could have been on her way. She could never know, and then she could get to give up responsibility for any issues that arose from her ignorance.

Instead, she turned slowly on the spot, facing Sirius' cousin with an expression of grudging determination.

"Look at that." Bellatrix had made no effort to follow her, as if she had known without a trace of doubt that Alex would stop at the sound of that damn name, "My cousin has found himself a little traitor."