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Fortune_Cookie · 08-01-2006, 07:27 AM

This last one-shot concludes the Sirius Trilogy dedicated to my lovely fellow SBFC members! I hope you like it, and a comment would be greatly appreciated!

“There you go, Buckbeak, you’ll be okay,” I assure my hippogriff friend as I bind his leg tightly with a bandage. It’s curious, really, how he received this injury; I can’t figure out how he hurt himself so badly. Shrugging to myself, I give Buckbeak a pat on the head and stare lustfully at the clear, blue skies beyond the window.

Sighing wistfully, I rise and ascend the stairs, where I see Tonks, Remus, Kingsley and Moody gathered at the bottom. At the sight of me, Remus sprints up the stairs to meet me. He grabs my arms. A look of worry blankets his slightly worn features.

“Sirius, we’ve just been alerted…Harry thinks that you’re being captured by…” his voice trails off. “We’re heading to the Ministry right now to look for him.”

“I’m coming with you,” I state stubbornly, drawing my wand out of my back pocket. There’s no way I’m leaving Harry at the mercy of death eaters.

Remus gives me a wary look. “Severus wishes you to stay here, you know, to tell Dumbledore what has happened—“

“No!” I interrupt him, furious. They will no longer coop me up in this prison forever. I’m going out, no matter what they say. Besides, I don’t dare give Severus the satisfaction of holding me in like a helpless house elf.

Kingsley opens his mouth to speak, but I cut him off by shouting, “Kreacher!”

He grudgingly appears beside me from the dark corner where he was previously skulking. “What is it?”

“You are to tell Dumbledore where we are and what we are doing,” I command, looking him in the eyes. “That’s an order, understand?” Idiot house elf. I desperately hope he will take my authority seriously.

He slowly nods, knowing that I mean business. I sigh with relief.

“That’s settled, then,” I say to the group at large. Moody and Kingsley exchange glances, but nod. Within a few seconds, we’re off.

*

“Wands ready? Alright, let’s go,” Moody growls, lifting his own wand and pushing open the door that he, Kingsley and I are facing. Remus and Tonks are at another door that opens to the same room we’re headed.

I can hear shouts, screams, and utter chaos as we sprint down the stairs. My heart is thumping loud in my chest. This is it. This is the time where I will be of use to the Order. Around me, hexes and curses are flying in a frantic manner.

Many of the death eaters whisk their cloaks around to see who has arrived. Fear grips their faces, to my grim satisfaction. My eyes whisk around the room, where I spot Harry and Neville not far off.

With not a moment to lose, I unleash a number of spells upon death eaters in the vicinity, feeling the adrenaline rush through my veins. Then I spot Dolohov, a certain malicious death eater, about to summon the prophecy clutched in Harry’s hand.

Running with all that is in me, I ram into him—hard. Our shoulders bang against each other and he falls to the floor first. For a moment, both of us are winded, but I remember myself and we begin to duel. Sparks are flying at me and I just narrowly dodge Dolohov’s curses. Harry’s voice yells: “Petrificus Totalus!” And Dolohov slams onto the floor, rigid.

Wow, how come I didn’t think of that? “Nice one!” I shout to Harry, who smiles. I’m reminded of James. Before he turns away to duel with someone else, I tell him, “Now I want you to get out of—“

A bright, green streak of light nearly hits me, but I dodge it (I have Andromeda to thank for trying to hit me with all those pillows so long ago). Harry has to get to safety. I yell for him to grab Neville and the prophecy and get away, not looking back to see if he will obey. Yet somewhere in me knows that he will do the right thing.

Bellatrix, my wicked cousin, has just impaired Tonks. I look down at Tonks’ unmoving form crumpled on the steps. Angrily, I challenge Bella and chase her to the dais right in front of the veil standing alone. There’s only a temporary flicker of fear in her eyes before she sends a hex flying my way.

We begin to duel and I find her a much easier opponent than Dolohov. It’s as if it’s only me and her right now, the two blood relatives, in the room. I can feel all the anger that’s been kept inside me and it’s just starting to bubble out. I don’t even notice when Lucius Malfoy slams into the dais on which we are standing on. Bella’s shooting curse after curse, but I just evade them.

I admit by now I’m getting quite cocky. It’s like a game, really: don’t get hit by the streams of light or game over. And since I was quite a decent Quidditch player back in the day…”Come on, you can do better than that!” I taunt Bella, grinning spitefully.

“Of course I can,” she says under her breath, teeth gritted. This distracts me, and she shoots yet another curse at my chest. This time, it hits me.

Great, now you’ve done it, I think to myself. Eyes widening in shock, I feel my body curving in an arc. No…this can’t be happening…

The last face I see is Bella’s, hard and triumphant. She’s leering at me and mouths, “I told you so.” Her heavy lidded eyes follow my body’s journey through the veil.

The most curious feeling awaits me; the veil feels cold and warm, fluid and solid. An unpleasant feeling in my stomach flutters when my head comes in contact with the veil, and then I’m falling…

Falling…

Falling…

fin