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A/N: This one is a bit choppy, mainly because Seventh year is so full of revision for exams and really, that's just boring to write about! Lol. So, we must now sadly say fare well to Hogwarts but the Marauders are going out with a bang! :D

Chapter Thirteen: Calm Before the Storm

"You know what, Prongsy, ol' chap?" Sirius said, stretching out on his four poster bed with a grin. "This is gunna be a good year."

"I agree, Padfoot. However, we must now make it our solemn duty to cause more disruption and chaos than ever before...after all, if we want to make our mark in history, we'll need to go out with a bang!"

Remus groaned. "You'd have thought you would have grown up by now!" He muttered as he began unpacking. "Plus, as Head Boy, I don't think you should be..."

"Oh, Moony..." James gazed across the room at him in pity. "This badge is simply the Teachers way of acknowledging that I am brilliant." He pointed to the shiny badge on his chest, puffing it out as he did so.

"I really don't know how you got that, Prongs. I swear there must have been some kind of major fuck up..."

"Don't you understand what this means, Pads?" James said, eyes wide as he held a pair of pants in his hand. "I get to spend more time with the ever lovely Miss Evans...and nothing is going to get in the way of that! I mean...she's actually speaking to me!"

Sirius snorted. "Only because she's obviously suffered some serious head injury over the holidays."

Remus laughed, shoving some carefully balled up socks into a draw. "Aren't you going to unpack?" He asked Sirius.

"Nah, it can wait. I'm sleepy..." he had curled up in his bed, head buried in his pillow. James's face split into a grin and he dropped the pants back into his suitcase and moved towards Sirius's bed. Before he got close enough he found Sirius's wand pointed directly at his crotch. "One more step, Mr. Prongs, and I will blast your balls off. Then you would have to explain to your precious red head why you can't fuck her."

"Wasn't doing anything!" James replied.

Sirius opened an eye. "How can I trust you? You have that look..."

"What look?" James adopted a suspicious innocent expression.

"That look." Sirius insisted, waving his wand so sparks shot out the end. "I'm sleeping...knackered after all that travelling..."

"Padfoot, you were asleep the whole journey!" James whined. "Come on...let's go do something!"

"I slept because you were too busy going on and on about Lily Evans...It gets boring after a while, mate."

"Oh, come on!" James rolled his eyes, moving quickly and grabbing Sirius's wand hand, trying to drag him up. Sirius went heavy so he was dragged onto the floor. Remus laughed while he watched Sirius dragged across the carpet, swearing and moaning about carpet burn. "Get up, lazy!" James said, nudging Sirius with his toe.

"Ugh...Fine...'m up..." Sirius climbed to his feet, stretching so his black t-shirt rode up to reveal a sliver of toned, pale skin.

James grinned in victory. "Let's sneak out to Hogsmeade and see if Rosemerta is in a good enough mood to let us have a few drinks."

Remus looked doubtful. "That's dangerous...there's a reason there won't be Hogsmeade weekends anymore..."

"Look, if a Death Eater attacks us, we're strong enough to defend ourselves...please, Moony, just this once...?" His smile was imploring and Remus felt himself caving.

"Alright, fine...but if we are attacked, I'm running away and leaving you to die." He muttered with a smile.

Sirius and James changed their clothes quickly, Remus decided he wasn't going to make much of an effort, he wasn't trying to pull. Once they were ready they all stood there a moment, Sirius lounging against the post of the bed, leather jacket falling from his shoulders and a cigarette behind his ear. "Hey, you reckon Pete wants to come?" James asked. "I think we'd better ask him..." James ran off, leaving Remus and Sirius alone, Remus eyed Sirius carefully, he could have sworn he had had a growth spurt over the holidays, he looked taller. He smiled lazily at Remus who returned it, they had practically lived together over the summer, christening every room in the house.

James returned with Peter at his side. "Alright then, hurry Mr. Wormtail! We have a bar to visit and you have a pretty barmaid to flirt with and fail..."

Peter sighed and changed rapidly, he was still small and still plump. He hadn't seen much of his friends over the summer but as he looked at them, he felt further away than ever from them. Sirius looked like he belonged in a Muggle rock band, his jeans looked like they should have been too tight and his hair was carefully messy so it looked as if he had just woken up from sleep, which, Peter thought, he probably had. James leaned back on his heels slightly, fiddling with his short denim jacket, he gazed at his reflection trying and failing to make his hair lay flat finally he gave up and Peter watched it spring back into place.

They went to the pub, taking the passage through the Shrieking shack to prevent any awkward breaking and entering law suits if they had taken the passage to Honeydukes. When they slipped into the bar they saw that it was more crowded than usual, Rosemerta was rushed off her feet, her father having to help out even though his eyesight was failing. Sirius pushed his way to the bar, leaving Remus and the others to find a seat, which they did after having to sidle around a rather forbidding looking Hag and what looked suspiciously like a Banshee. They sat, huddled in a corner as they saw Sirius approaching carrying several tankards of Mead in his hands. "'scuse me, ladies." He said to the Hag and the Banshee, tipping them a wink. He sat down, sliding a mug to Peter and James before handing one to Remus. He lifted his above his head. "To what promises to be a productive and detention filled year!" He said and they all lifted their mugs, clinking them together.

"The Marauders, may they never die!" James said, taking a sip of his drink.

Sirius gazed down into his for a moment. "You want to live forever?"

James shrugged. "Depends...I mean, if I could be young forever then I wouldn't mind." He smirked. "Why?"

Sirius smiled. "What's the point in living forever? I think I'd rather live fast and die pretty." He swept hair from his eyes. "This war...It's..." Sirius seemed to struggle with something before sighing and giving up.

"It's our future...We'll be fighting it for a long time, I mean, someone like Voldemort isn't gunna just roll over and die anytime soon, is he?" James said, picking up on what Sirius was trying to say.

"Well, maybe we could ask him?" Sirius chuckled. "Excuse me, Mr. Dark Lord, we were wondering if you could just kind of...ya'know...die? It's just that we can't be arsed to keep fighting you all our lives, we have better things to be doing...so if you wouldn't mind popping your clogs and doing the world a favour."

James burst into hysterics. "I'd like to see you try that, Pads!" he gasped through tears of mirth.

Remus wrapped his hands around the alcohol and gazed into his mug, he sighed. "I don't think you have any idea of what will be expected of us..." He said slowly, his voice grave.

Sirius looked at him, his gaze hard. "I understand perfectly...we're going to be putting our lives on the line, pitting ourselves against the dark...trust me, I know. But, honestly, what is the point in living a life of safety and comfort? Frankly, I reckon living on the edge is preferable to a lifetime of boredom."

"If we don't laugh about it, how will we ever get by?" James said. "Look, cheer up, anyone would think we'd all already died! Drink, Moony! Drink and be merry!"

And so he did, he kept telling himself that it was pointless thinking about such an uncertain future...he tried to prevent his eyes from moving to Sirius and stop himself from imagining what he would look like dead. He shivered. It was as if something dark was lurking on the horizon, something so terrible that he dared not look at it, because if he did he would simply curl up and never move again. The great weight of war loomed like a beast, rearing its head and opening huge jaws ready to swallow them all whole...it was difficult to see a future, for himself or his friends, at all...

The weeks leading up to Halloween were hectic, James was doing his duty as Head Boy, loving every minute he was able to spend in the company of Lily. They grew closer, Lily beginning to see him in a whole new light as he shouldered responsibility and wore it well. The Marauders were burdened with homework, in preparation for their NEWTs, Sirius was disappointed that he barely had time for pranks and he spent less and less time with Remus who spent more time in the library than he did anywhere else. They found themselves being forced apart by work and duties and Sirius began to fall into depression, he watched his friends seem to fall away from him and he hated it.

The year drew on, so quickly Sirius felt as if he was in some kind of nightmare. Halloween came and went, throwing him brutally into Christmas and he watched as James, after being in the snowy grounds with Lily, came back in and kissed her. People cheered, wolf whistled and clapped, but Sirius stepped back, moving away from the happy couple and leaving them to it.

Remus felt as if everything was changing around him and he couldn't stop it. The end of the school year seemed so close, yet so far away...he was stuck in the same place as his friends moved on with their lives, leaving him behind. James had Lily, they spent so much time together and he was genuinely happy for them, especially when he saw how James's face would light up like Lumos every time they were in the same room. Sirius seemed to be drawing into himself, spending more time up on the Astronomy tower than in the common room. Sometimes he would disappear entirely for a few nights and come back smelling of perfume, lipstick smeared across his neck and collar. But he rarely smiled anymore, Remus almost felt as if he would never see Sirius's face smile again...and the thought made his heart clench.

Sirius stood perfectly still, his eyes gazing at the familiar landscape, devouring the sight hungrily. Someone stepped up to his side, he felt a hand on his shoulder and the firm squeeze. "It's like the whole world is holding its breath." Sirius said softly, the quiet, early dawn pressing on his ears.

"It's...expecting." James replied just as quietly.

With eyes on the horizon Sirius took a deep breath and let it out slowly before turning and gazing up at the castle, the building that had been his home, his happiness, his own playground for seven whole, wonderful years. "Will we survive to come back here one day?" He asked, eyes moving to his solemn friends. James stood, fingers entwined with Lily's as she rested her head on his shoulder and smiled. Remus stood straight, his smile warm and it eased the fear in Sirius's heart for a while.

"Of course we will." James said softly. "This isn't the end...more like, another step in the journey...if you know what I mean."

"Hmm...? Seems as if you really have been hiding a brain in that blown up head of yours, James." Lily said quietly, a laugh in her voice.

"I have many talents that you don't know about yet, Lily." James replied with a cheeky grin. She kicked him lightly in the shin and he laughed.

The last night they spent together in the common room, huddled up, playing exploding snap and chess while Lily and James kissed frantically in a corner. Sirius sat by the fire, a sliver sickle running over his knuckles as the flames lit his face making shadows dance. Remus watched him, admiring the way his hair fell against his shoulders, the way his eyes devoured the flames and turned them into cold silver blades. He sighed softly, he really was going to miss Hogwarts. Abruptly Sirius stood, pocketing the silver coin and rounding on his friends. "So, we're all just going to sit here and mope? Come on, we're the fucking Marauders...plus one, and we have to go out with a bang!"

James managed to pull himself away from Lily's lips long enough to grunt an agreement. "What do you have in mind, Padfoot, old friend?"

Sirius grinned, and he looked like the charming, impossibly irritating eleven year old Remus had been forced to share a dormitory with. "We go wild." He said dramatically, he leapt up onto a chair so he looked tall and impressive. "We give the teachers, the students and everyone in fucking Hogsmeade something to talk about for generations! We carve our names into the very foundations of Hogwarts, we will not be forgotten! If we die in this war, we will make sure history remembers us as we were!" he stood straight, his eyes fierce and commanding. Lily slid off of James's lap, for once not denying them this last, history making prank.

"Mate...I think you're right." James said and held out his hand, Sirius grabbed it and they grinned at each other. "The Marauders will make this school rue the day it was built! Let's make the very founder's quake in their pointed boots!" His smile was half crazed and Sirius mirrored it before they turned on Peter and Remus.

Remus stood slowly, brushing down his robes, a rare glint of Mischief in his eyes. "Well then, I think firstly we will need to get help...gather fifth years and above, group them up into..." he paused thoughtfully a moment. "...groups of two, one pair to each bathroom..."

James's grin widened. "...Wormtail, do you have enough Fireworks?"

Peter frowned thoughtfully. "We'll have to replicate them..."

"Very good. Go get them and start on that." James said, immediately taking charge. "Lily...er..." He paused and watched her smile slowly, while Peter ran up to the Dormitories.

"This once, James Potter. But never again."

"Brilliant, knew there was a reason I wanted to marry you." He turned away so he missed Lily's flush and her bright eyes. "Now, Lily, I want you to wake up the girls, see who wants in. Then, separate them out into pairs to do the Girls bathrooms. You'll be in charge." He issued the orders smoothly. "Pads?"

Sirius grinned, saluting lazily with two fingers. "Aye, captain Prongs?"

"Wake up the students in the boys dorms, make pairs and the rest of it."

"On it, Jamie-boy." Sirius practically bounced up the stairs, taking a deep breath, he shouted so loudly they could hear him floors below. "Alright you useless sacks of shite, out of your beds, this is a call to arms! Up up! It's time you played witness to the most epic prank in the history of pranks!"

James laughed and Peter returned with an armful of fireworks. He dumped them on the table and began replicating them with a frown of concentration. Remus began planning in his head, if they timed this right it could be perfect...the whole castle would be awake and remember them for years. He smirked in an all too Sirius-like fashion before his eyes met James's.

Once they had what resembled a well formed army before them, James began pacing back and forth, gazing at the mixture of tired and excited students with a frown. "Ok, so...here's the plan. Groups A, B and D will take the fifth floor upwards, Groups C, E and F will take the lower floors. Remember people, timing is everything, if this doesn't happen with pin point accuracy it will all fall apart! Understood?"

"Sir, yes sir!" the students chorused.

James grinned. "Excellent. Now, watches synchronised?" they all chorused affirmative. "Then, Move out!" He watched them all file out of the portrait hole, looking for all the world like a commander of an army, Lily stood at his left, while Sirius, his lieutenant, stood at his right. When the students had gone James turned around. "Right, now, we will take the biggest bathroom..." He looked at each of his friends in turn and they all gazed back as if this was the most important time of their lives. "You all know the spell, now, let's go." He turned, robes flaring and strode confidently towards the door, followed by Sirius, Peter, Lily and Remus.

That night the whole castle shook, students awoke in their beds shouting and screaming, fearing attack. But when they opened their dormitories they gazed around in awe.

The castle was full of water, as if the lake had flooded the place. Gasps and mutters filled hallways as students sloshed through the water. The Marble staircase had been turned into a waterfall, but instead of a rainbow, multicoloured sparks drifted lazily in the foam at the bottom. Fish leaped out of the gentle lapping waves, but these were not solid fish, the fish were made from glittering fire, warm to the touch. Frogs leaped from insubstantial water lily pads, reeds swayed in a non-existent breeze as a low fog hung lazily over the water.

James stood as the water cascaded over his shoes, Remus giggled slightly dementedly as he wandered if you could get expelled on your last day of school, Sirius was gazing around in wonderment at their own skills while Lily tried and failed to look guilty. Suddenly Remus lifted his wand, pointing it at the ceiling. With a muttered breath rain began to pour onto their heads from clouds that drifted across the ceiling. They heard screams, exclamations of surprise and giggles from all over the castle.

James threw his head back, closing his eyes and smiling. "This...is...Perfect!" He shouted over the tumultuous noise from the water falls.

The teachers asked them, with badly hidden smiles, to clean up. So, the Marauders spent their last night at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry scrubbing walls and vanishing copious amounts of water. Sirius was laughing, his sleeves rolled back and his hair plastered to his face with water. Lily muttered about how stupid it all was as she rang out a sponge into a bucket. Remus smiled happily as he walked around, waving his wand. Peter, eyes glowing in hero worship watched James standing on an empty plinth, declaring to all his 'Minions' that he was a god, and they should all worship him and follow in his footsteps, until Lily put a stop to it by throwing a wet sponge in his face and shouting at him.

The train ride was done in loud laughter, Sirius lounging lazily in his seat and smiling at Remus as they chatted. Lily and James were once again stuck to each other's faces and Peter was reading a magazine contentedly.

They were all happily exhausted as they dragged their trunks onto the platform and out into London. Their farewells were small, with smiles and promises to see each other again, which of course, they would.

Sirius stood outside Kings Cross station and took a deep breath, swinging his arm around Remus's shoulders. "Well, this is it, Moony." He declared.

"What is?" Remus looked sideways at him.

"The first day of the rest of our lives." Sirius's eyes were glowing with that dangerous, erratic, insane glow and Remus couldn't stop his own smile from spreading across his lips.

Remus officially moved in with Sirius, amazed, as always, by how much room they had. The flat had enough book shelves to house all his treasured books, he had his own bathroom, his own bedroom and the kitchen had enough room to hold a party. At night, he gazed up at the ceiling, unable to sleep as thoughts of Sirius in the next room filled his mind. Eventually he slipped out of bed and padded to the next bedroom, the door opened silently and he peered into the dark, Sirius lay, spread eagle on the satin coverlets, wearing little more than a pair of pants. Remus closed the door behind him and slipped into the bed, Sirius opened and eye, smiling before rolling over and enveloping Remus in warmth.

Their first Order meeting was two weeks later in an old house that smelt of cats. Sirius stepped in through the door and gazed around, the walls were decorated in an awful patterned wall paper and as Dumbledore led them into the dining room they notice several people sat around the long table. Some of them Sirius recognised like Frank and Alice Longbottom, several years older than he and his friends but they had been in the same house. He smiled and sat down, leaning casually back in his chair, his new biker leathers creaking in a satisfying way. Another man sat across from them and he watched Sirius carefully, eyes narrowed and suspicious. He had a tangled mane of greying hair and scarred knuckles that he tapped on the table. Remus sat at Sirius's side, adjusting his robes carefully while his eyes darted around almost nervously. James threw himself into a chair and began smiling brightly around at everyone while Lily struck up a conversation with Alice.

After a few moments they heard laughter and turned to see two red headed men walking into the room, they were identical in every way. Sirius frowned thoughtfully as they seated themselves beside the grumpy older man with the scars, Sirius's eyes met the twins and their smiles fell slightly recognition flashed through them. "Hi." Sirius said grinning. "Nice to finally meet you...Prewett, I'm assuming?"

"Black." One of the twins said, looking slightly pensive.

"What is a Black doing here?" the other exclaimed, glancing at Dumbledore.

"He is here at my invitation, Fabien." Dumbledore said calmly.

Sirius ran fingers through his hair, "Can't help my name..." He muttered. He didn't like that people were still associating his name with the Dark. "Look, I'm on your side, can't we just put family rivalries aside for more than two seconds..." He held out his hand. "I'm not associated with my family anymore."

After a brief pause one of the twins shrugged and they leaned over, shaking Sirius's hand. "I'm Fabien, this is my brother, Gideon."

"Sirius." Sirius replied, his smile revealing his sharp teeth.

"Very good then." Dumbledore said glancing at an old carriage clock on the mantel piece. They waited a while more, Sirius talking quietly to James, their heads close together as they had a habit of doing. Lily sat still, her green eyes bright and slightly nervous while Remus simply watched from the sidelines. Peter arrived a few minutes late, apologising and getting caught up in his robes much to Sirius's delight as he fell flat on his face. Then several more people crowded in through the open door, they recognised Marlene McKinnon, a particularly talented blond Hufflepuff girl from their year. Dumbledore introduced Dedalus Diggle, an excitable little man who greeted them all with a bright smile and a firm handshake, Dorcas Meadowes, Emmeline Vance and many others. After a while Sirius lost track of names and began to get bored, James recognised the signs and had to kick him in the leg to stop him from whining.

"And now, we shall begin." Dumbledore said finally and Sirius sat up straight, eyes glittering. "Now, I have been tracking Voldemort's-..." he paused and allowed the general shudder as he said the forbidden name, before continuing. "...Movements and have deduced that he has every intention of attempting to take over the ministry."

"What makes you say this?" One of the Prewett's asked.

"I am simply guessing, Gideon, but my guesses are, if I may be so forward, generally correct." He smiled and everyone around the table returned it. "And so, we must first discover how he intends to do this..."

"You mean you need a spy?" Lily asked slowly.

"Of course a spy within his ranks would have been extremely useful..."

Sirius felt all eyes on him and he felt his heart skip a beat. "Wait! I'm not bloody joining the Death Eaters! You all sod off on that! I got away from all that years ago and I'm not going back!"

They looked away slightly guiltily. "Do not fear, Sirius, I am not asking anyone to join up simply to act spy. That would be a huge risk that I am unwilling to press anyone into doing. What I had in mind was simply to station people to tail known Death Eaters...this way we would keep a good eye on their movements and hopefully gain valuable information. Also, once we have that information we will be able to plan battle strategies to suite the situation. Once we have substantial information we will be able to move forward, now I would like to introduce, for those who do not know him, Alastor Moody, Head of the Auror office." Dumbledore sat down and the grumpy looking old man stood with a grunt.

"Thank you Albus. Now then, the Ministry is making a bloody cock up of this and so it falls to us to help bolster them. We are currently putting together crack teams of my Auror's to tackle any sudden movements from the Death Eaters, we will be taking the initiative on those who we know to be involved with the Dark Lord's plans and taking them out. If we start fiddling around with Ministry plans we'll just draw unwanted attention to ourselves so, for now, let's keep our movements on the hush! Right, as for battle plans, we will need small teams to go in and take out a selected target. Big groups draw more attention, so those of you good at concealment and disguise will be put forward on that one..."

Sirius and James looked at each other, speaking silently. James shook his head imperceptibly and Sirius felt Remus squeeze his hand once. No, they wouldn't be revealing their Animagus forms to the Order.

"...We must move fast and leave faster. Do you understand?" Moody finished and Alice and Frank nodded agreement.

"One last thing before you all are given your tasks." Albus said slowly, his eyes moving to Remus who paled but sat up straighter. "Have you given any more thought to my previous offer, Remus?"

Sirius put his hand on his shoulder while Remus spoke. "I have, Albus...and I...I will do it. If...if it will help."

"I am eternally in your debt my dear boy, thank you."

Remus nodded, lowering his head and people muttered around the table. Sirius leaned forward, immediately commanding all attention. "Albus, can we go with him?" he asked his eyes imploring.

"But that would be suicide!" Dumbledore exclaimed. "Why would you...?"

"Potentially, yes...But...I-we...need to know he's safe." Sirius said, careful to avoid telling him that they were the only ones who could keep Remus sane when he changed.

"I think that would be the highest degree of stupidity, Sirius. I admire your courage but I must say no, your lives are important."

Sirius looked as if he would argue but Remus shook his head. "It's alright. I'll be fine." He said and smiled, Sirius slumped back in his seat, drawing out a packet of cigarettes from his jeans pocket and tucking one behind his ear.

"If you say so." He said.

The black dog moved silently down the street, tongue lolling and its eyes glued firmly to the two people in front of it. They didn't seem aware that the dog was following them, and they spoke in hushed whispers...

"...They said that the Ministry would be there..."

"Honestly, you're too paranoid! Calm down."

"Regulus, you're new to this so I think you should know...He doesn't take kindly to failure."

The shorter of the two men paused. "You think that I am stupid?"

"No..." the taller man backed off, hands out with palms facing the younger. "I didn't mean that..."

"Then stop telling me what I already know." Regulus hissed and began walking again, his cloak rustling across the concrete. The street was silent except for the dogs soft feet padding across the ground and the Death Eaters boots, a slight breeze lifted Regulus's hair and tugged at it so he tucked it firmly behind his ears. They turned a corner, cloak tails swishing out of sight and the dog followed, keeping a steady distance. "Right...this is the spot." Regulus said softly.

"We really shouldn't be..."

"I said quiet! I didn't ask you to come along! This is my task..."

"A task not given to you by the Dark Lord! Are you a fool?"

"No. I have my orders from someone closer to him than you will ever be, now...stand back..."

The taller man sighed and did as he was asked, he watched as Regulus muttered under his breath and the air became very, very cold. Sirius watched from the shadows, his eyes glowing as light formed around the two men. And then it faded. "There." Regulus said, seemingly pleased with his work. "Now, when they come, they'll end up surrounded."

"Wow...nice." The taller said. Sirius turned tail and made to slink away but something stopped him. "Hey...is that movement?"

Regulus lifted his wand again. "Come out! We know you're there."

Wand light hit the dog and he whined, sinking further into shadows. "It's just a bloody dog." The taller man said.

Regulus gazed at the animal, it looked scruffy...it was huge and black...his eyes flew open and he stepped backwards, grabbing his companion by the arm. "Kill it!" He hissed.

"What? Why?"

"That is not a dog! That's a Grim!" he had backed right into the wall. "Kill it! Or we'll both die!"

Sirius began growling on instinct, his head lowering and he tried to slowly back away while keeping the two men in sight. A wand was pointed in his direction and he saw it shaking slightly, fear filled the alley and the part of Sirius that was the dog stiffened, sniffing at the air, fight or flight...?

"Kill it, you fool!" Regulus Squeaked, but his wand was in his hand and he was firing a spell at it.

The dog yelped, the jet of red light skimming its haunches and drawing blood. It backed off again. More light shot at it and it turned tail, fleeing down the street, leaving a trail of blood behind it. It ran out into the street, it paused, panting heavily as it looked back. The figures had stopped and it huffed before moving...

A great blinding white light...

Loud, terrible screeches...

Pain shot through his body as he flew several feet into the air and crashed back to the concrete.

Sirius lay still, panting, he could see the stars above him and realised breathing was difficult. His arm was agony and he was surrounded by lights, oddly muffled voices filled his head like angrily buzzing insects but he couldn't move. He heard something...a name...

"Sirius...?"

He moved his eyes and stared into the face of his brother who was stood above him looking terrified. Then, he took a shuddery breath into his aching lungs, dragging himself to his feet. Pain shot through his ankle as he tried to put weight on it but it threw him back to the floor. He held out his wand, even though he could barely stand, pointing it at the two Death Eaters. He could feel something hot and sticky running down his face but he was too intent upon the men.

"'Scuse me? Mister? Are you alright?"

Another voice, sounding odd. He turned and saw a man, a muggle, staring at him as if he was insane. The Muggle gazed at the scene before him, he had been so sure he'd hit a dog that had been sitting in the road, but then, when he'd got out his car he'd seen a man, covered in blood. Well, man was an overstatement; he couldn't have been more than eighteen. The kid's long dark hair was matted to his face, his arm was twisted slightly and his ankle looked definitely broken. But what was strangest about the scene, was the fact that he was pointing a drum stick at two oddly dressed men who were pointing similar pieces of wood back.

"Sirius..." Regulus muttered again, unable to look for long into those overly bright silver eyes. He watched the blood drip steadily to the floor instead, feeling nauseated.

"You mean...this guys your brother? The fucking Bloodtraitor? Wow...small world. What was he doing lying in the street and where the hell is the dog?"

"Sirius...you..." Regulus was fitting it all together in his head; the soft footsteps that had followed him on and off, the hints of whines and heavy breathing haunting him where ever he went. "You've been following me?"

Sirius swayed again, biting on his tongue to stay conscious as pain ripped through him. "Reg...I..." his wand fell to his side. "I can't..." He fell sideways and into a heap on the floor, his wand falling from his fingers.
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