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Be Careful What You Wish For	By : cls2256 Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 5049 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
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AUTHOR'S NOTES: sorry, I fixed my typo in my last chapter! The struggle of Microsoft Word; it catches most, but not everything.
Now on to the chapter!
As the telephone booth slowly descended underground, Sirius noticed Allie’s nervous expression. He reached for her hand, intertwined his fingers with hers, and gave her a soft squeeze. The disembodied voice spoke after a soft chime, and the lift doors opened.
“Level 8, Atrium.”
“You alright?” he whispered
She swallowed hard and nodded.
“Let’s go, everyone,” Moody said gruffly “and remember— constant vigilance!”
A grand fountain sat in the center of the obsidian-tiled atrium; golden figures of a witch and wizard stood tall and proud, surrounded by a centaur, goblin and house elf looking up at them in an adoring fashion. An illuminated pool surrounded the statues, littered with an assortment of glinting galleons, sickles and knuts.
They made their way to a lift on the other side of the atrium, wands drawn and ready. They listened for any sort of commotion, but nothing could be heard on this level. Despite the intense quiet, the air was tense— thick with anticipation.
This lift looked ancient and rickety; Sirius feared they would break this fragile piece of equipment the moment they stepped inside.
“This is the only lift that leads down to the Department of Mysteries.” Kingsley explained.
Their descent was quick thankfully—the lift was indeed as rickety as it looked. The doors clanged opened, and the disembodied female voice spoke once more.
“Level 9, Department of Mysteries.”
The corridor was long and dark; the only light visible was at the end, seemingly miles away from where they stood.
“Lumos.” Kingsley whispered.
They followed Kingsley and his wand light, walking with soft footsteps until they reached the end of the corridor. Two oil lamps mounted on the wall burned bright, illuminating a black door with a large brass knob located in the center.
“Stay focused, stay alert.” Moody ordered.
Kingsley opened the door, and they filed one by one into a circular room, surrounded by doors that were identical to the one they just came through. The room had an ominous presence, like standing at the edge of a precipice.
Some of the doors had large white X’s scratched onto the front; had the kids done this? Or did the Unspeakables that worked here have to mark the doors themselves so they wouldn’t get lost?
“Well, isn’t this place charming…” Sirius muttered.
One of the doors banged open, and chaos erupted. A Death Eater ran past, his head stuck in an hourglass. The man’s head shrunk from middle aged down to a baby, then grew again, then shrunk again. It was a grotesque sight, something Sirius didn’t care to watch, but couldn’t take his eyes off either.
He was so intrigued by the baby headed man that a curse nearly hit him, flying right past his head and singeing his hair. He whipped his head around; masked Death Eaters were swarming them. He shot hexes as quickly as he could, but they were outnumbered, and there was no sign of the kids. Had they already been defeated? Or were they behind another one of these doors?
He ducked and crawled over to one of the doors with a white X and turned the knob. Upon entering the room, he felt his feet leave the ground.
“What the…”
He was floating, in space. All around him was a vast sea of blackness, planets and dim stars. He started to rotate upside down, his body floated aimlessly without any gravity to hold him upright.
“Harry? HARRY!”
No one answered. He strained to find the outline of the door he had just come through. He kicked hard as he swam through the air, willing himself back to the door. His arms and legs were on fire by the time he grabbed ahold of the brass knob.
His feet hit the ground, and this time, he was alone in the eerie circular room. He heard commotion, but couldn’t tell which door it was coming from. He ran to the next door to his right; he rattled and shook the knob, but it would not open.
“HARRY?!”
He rammed his shoulder against the door a few times as he attempted to break though. He cursed himself as he rubbed his aching shoulder; he was stupid to think he could break down such a solid door with only his bodyweight.
He let out a strangled growl, kicked the door in frustration, and then moved to the next door. The doorknob was cold to the touch on this door, much like an ice cube. He turned the knob slowly, opened the door, and stepped inside another dark room. This time, his feet remained on the floor, his silhouette outlined vaguely in the dim blacklights of aquarium tanks littered about the room. For a moment, he thought these tanks to be home to jellyfish. Upon closer inspection however, he discovered the jellyfish were actually disembodied brains— human brains.
“What the fuck ...” he muttered, under his breath. “Harry? Harry?!”
Further into the room, he found others, but not Harry. Allie stood face to face with a blonde young man in Death Eater robes. Their wands were pointed at each other, but they stood still as statues.
“Allie?” Sirius asked
She didn’t move. In the dim glow of the brain tanks, he could see her wand trembling. He raised his own wand, and pointed it at the Death Eater.
“Stupefy!”
Oddly enough, it was Allie who flicked her wand to block his spell.
“Allie, what the—“
“Sirius,” She said softly, gesturing to the man in front of her “This is my brother, Flynn.”
Flynn Murphy wasn’t particularly tall, but stood at the same height as Allie. His jawline was sharper, reminding Sirius of Shannon’s facial features. He didn’t look much like Allie at all, except for his eyes. Even in the dim glow of the brain tanks, Sirius noticed his eyes were identical to hers.
“Your brother is a Death Eater...”
He spoke this as a statement, not a question— slowly, as he was having a hard time processing this information. Sure, Allie had told him about Flynn’s differences, but it was still hard to believe that two people with the same upbringing could be so different.
Actually, it wasn’t hard to believe at all, when Regulus came to mind— two brothers, same upbringing, yet two very different paths in life.
He stepped behind Allie and wrapped an arm around her waist protectively. She leaned back into him, and Sirius could feel her trembling. He held her tighter, his wand now also pointing at Flynn.
“Sirius Black… I’ll tell you, Alliecat— never would I have expected this,” he gestured between them, an arrogant smirk spreading across his face. “Or would’ve expected you to join the Order of the Phoenix. You were always so… reserved.”
“You left home 5 years ago,” she said softly “I am a different now— you know nothing about me.”
“Oh, but I do know quite a bit about you. You went to Azkaban, for stealing because our pathetic mother couldn’t seem to get food onto the table. You nearly married the bartender you work with, until you mysteriously—“ he winked at Sirius. “—called off the engagement a week before the wedding. I also know the Ministry has been watching you— hoping you’d lead them to him.”
“For someone who was so determined to leave the family, you seem to have a spent a lot of time keeping up.”
“At first it was curiosity, I’ll admit,” Flynn sighed “Once you made your way onto the patrol team that posted outside the Prophecy Hall, I started following you. I couldn’t believe it— my sister. I got curious when you would disappear into thin air on your walks home from work, I couldn’t help myself. From trips to Florean Fortescue’s, to a late night walk with an unknown dog,”
Sirius gripped Allie’s waist tighter as Flynn continued to speak.
“I’ll tell you, I certainly wasn’t expecting the dog to turn into Sirius Black and punch your fiancé in the face.”
“Ex-fiancé.” Sirius growled
“Once I told Lucius Malfoy what I had seen, he made sure an anonymous tip that Black was in London made its way into the right hands— we figured you’d blame the bartender for ratting you out, rather than assume someone had been following you.”
“How could you,” Allie scolded, just above a whisper. “How could you turn me into the Ministry? How could you join him? How could you leave our family?”
“This is the new order— you’re a pureblood; we’re purebloods. We should be wizard royalty. We should’ve grown up like the Malfoys or the Lestranges; or the Blacks—” Flynn gestured to Sirius, who gritted his teen in annoyance. “—But instead, we grew up poor, and struggling.”
“So that’s what you want? Riches? Status? You were always vain, but I didn’t think you as so selfish.”
“And where has selflessness gotten you?!” Flynn snapped “You’re a 5^th year drop out of Hogwarts, a waitress at the Leaky Cauldron, and spent 6 months in Azkaban— for what? To put food on the table because Mum can’t do it herself? You gave up your life because Mum couldn’t get her shit together!”
“Their finances were bad even before Dad left,” Allie protested through clenched teeth “You remember how much they used to fight about bills.”
“And do you know why that is? Do you know why Dad was never able to get a promotion at work, and make the money he deserved?”
Allie furrowed her brow, shaking her head in confusion.
“Because rumor had it, he had a squib daughter. He was passed up time and time again, because he was cursed to have such a disgrace for a child.”
“Don’t you dare,” Allie’s voice cracked, her grip on her wand tightened “Squib or no, she is still your sister.”
“She is no sister of mine!” Flynn cried angrily “I would never claim a filthy squib as family. That’s why Dad left; he couldn’t stand what she was, either.”
“That’s not true!”
“It is true, Allie! You were too busy brushing her hair, changing the twin’s diapers or bandaging Rory’s scraped knees to see it. Dad was on track to become Head of Vital Statistics at the Ministry, until word got out that his daughter wasn’t showing signs of magical ability. Mum had let it slip to a ‘friend’, and before you know it, Dad was demoted to record keeper, and never offered up for a promotion again.”
“How do you know all this?” Sirius barked up “If this is news to Allie, how do you know it? You were a boy when he left.”
“I found Dad after I left home, and he and I joined together. Under the Dark Lord, we purebloods will finally get what we deserve.”
“He’s here?” Allie’s voice was just barely over a whisper. “Dad is here?”
“No, he’s attending to… other business, at the time being.”
Allie opened her mouth to speak, but Sirius interjected, unable to control his temper.
“And what do you think Voldemort would say if he knew your sister was a squib, eh? Think he’d still be willing to have you in his ranks?”
“You dare speak his name,” Flynn said, raising a brow “Think that makes you brave, Black? To say the Dark Lord’s name?”
Sirius shrugged “It’s just a name.”
“It’s more than a name.” Flynn’s green eyes twinkled as he smirked. “Well, he does know about my family situation, and yet—“he gestured to himself “–here I stand,” He looked Allie directly in the eye. “You can join us Allie, the Dark Lord is merciful. Beg for his forgiveness, and he will take you under his wing.”
“Never,” she whispered “I would never join him.”
Flynn sighed. “Suit yourself— flipendo!”
Allie and Sirius flew backwards as Flynn darted for the exit. Sirius broke Allie’s fall, skidding backwards and knocking into one of the brain tanks and shattering it. A brain fell onto his shoulder and latched on like a leech. Tentacles sprouted from the brain stem, ribboning up his arm and up around his neck. They wrapped around and around, growing tighter, crushing his windpipe— the brain was going to suffocate him.
“Sirius!” Allie cried “Hold on— Relashio!”
The brain released him and flew off, smacking the wall with a soft thud. Allie stumbled to her feet and extended a hand. Sirius stood, rubbing his neck and taking in sharp, deep breaths.
“You alright?” she asked softly
“yeah—are you?” he panted “Your brother…”
“There’s no time to not be,” she whispered “come on.”
They darted towards the door, throwing it open and finding themselves alone inside the circular room. They joined hands and went to the next door. Behind this door was an amphitheater, encircled with large stone benches that descended two stories down. A strange archway stood erect in the middle atop the dais. A singular black curtain swayed gently in the middle of the archway; something about it gave Sirius the chills.
There wasn’t much time to dwell on the mysterious archway however, as they had walked straight into unequivocal chaos. Spells flew in every which direction as the Order of the Phoenix dueled Death Eaters. Sirius joined in instinctively; he released Allie’s hand and leapt down the benches to the dais where Harry stood. Neville Longbottom lay on his back, his legs flailing every which way like a beetle overturned. He saw Antonin Dolohov raise his wand and making a slashing-type movement at Harry. He blocked the spell, but was knocked backwards and overtop of Neville’s thrashing legs. The glowing orb, the prophecy, was still in his hand, unbroken.
Dolohov raised his wand again. “Accio proph—“
Sirius lunged at him, ramming his shoulder and knocking him off balance. Dolohov stumbled to regain his balance; once he found his footing, he sent jets of red, green and orange towards Sirius.
“Petrificus Totalus!” Harry shouted.
Dolohov’s arms and legs snapped together, and he tumbled face first onto the cement floor. Sirius turned and grinned at Harry, now standing.
“Nice one!” Sirius cried as he grabbed Harry’s head and forced him to duck; avoiding two jets of green light that now zoomed over their heads. “Get out of here, take Neville and go!”
They looked up; Tonks was tumbling down the benches, her limp body smacking every step. Bellatrix laughed and jeered, a look of triumph plastered over her gaunt face. She made her way over to Allie, who was elbow deep in a duel with Rookwood.
“Allie!”
Sirius sprinted towards her, dodging Remus and Flynn’s duel that stepped into his path. He jumped in front of Allie, blocking a stunning charm Bellatrix had sent at her back.
“Nice try, Bella!” he hollered, shooting a stun back. “But you’ve got to be quicker than that!”
Sirius wasn’t sure if he’d ever dueled at this fervor and speed before. Bellatrix closed in on him, pushing their duel back and up onto the dais. “Dumbledore! Dumbledore is here!” he heard someone shout, but now was not the time to look around and investigate. He had to keep his focus; he was a skilled dueler, but so was Bellatrix.
They fought like an intricate dance, a ballet of combat. Their duel was on display atop the dais like an opera, Death Eaters and the Order of the Phoenix as the audience. Bellatrix sent a jet of red straight for him; he ducked, dodging it just by an inch.
“Oh, come on!” Sirius jeered, rousing his cousin in hopes to break her focus “You’ve got to do better than that!”
He wasn’t expecting another spell so quickly. He felt his entire body go numb the moment the hex hit him square in the chest. He was stunned, unable to move or control his balance. He started to sway, his back arching as he fell towards the mysterious archway with the ominous fluttering curtain. As he grew closer, he felt an odd tranquility surge through his body as the volume of the scene around him was muted. He swore he could her James whispering to him, beckoning him. Sirius… Sirius…
“Sirius!”
Allie’s blood curdling scream snapped his attention back. He felt her grab the back hem of his shirt and yank him away from the arch with tremendous force. Sirius tried to steady himself, but thanks to Bellatrix’s stunning spell, he landed face first onto the concrete floor. He felt his nose crunch at impact; blood gushed down his face, pooling underneath him as he struggled to fight off the stun.
It took him a moment to be able to push himself up; he was dizzy from the loss of blood, but he didn’t feel pain in his face like he expected he would. Adrenaline, he figured.
Allie and Bellatrix were dueling on the dais now; Sirius wasn’t sure if he had ever seen her look so angry. Her expression was fire; her jaw was clenched so tight a small vein in her temple popped out.
“Aw, what’s wrong, Murphy?” Bellatrix laughed “Mad I almost killed your precious boyfriend? Still whine about him in your sleep, do you?”
Allie’s face turned bright red, but she did not slow her dueling speed. A jet of green burst from Bellatrix’s wand; Allie ducked just in time, but was caught off guard by Bellatrix’s next spell.
“Crucio!”
Allie screamed as she dropped to her knees, writhing and convulsing. Bellatrix held her under the mercy of her wand, cackling with pleasure as she watched her suffer. Anger surged through Sirius as he forced himself to stand. He wiped the blood from his face with his sleeve, and then charged at her.
“You psychotic bitch!”
He seized Bellatrix by the waist and knocked her onto her back. He pinned her to the ground and shoved his wand into her neck, bearing and gritting his teeth as he contemplated what to do with her. He knew what spell he wanted to use— it would be so easy.
One incantation. That’s all it’ll take.
“Sirius, no!” Harry called.
Bellatrix looked at him with curiosity and amusement, laughing in his face at his rage. This made him angrier. He pushed his wand into her neck deeper; any harder, and he would puncture her windpipe.
“You have to mean it, Sirius,” Bellatrix taunted “You have to want to kill me,” She smiled a sick, maniacal smile, showcasing her yellow teeth. “Go on, do it; prove you are a real man.”
“Sirius!” Harry called again, more urgently.
He knew the spell, so why couldn’t he do it? Why was he hesitating? The world surely would be a better place without Bellatrix Lestrange.
His hesitation was a mistake. Bellatrix wiggled her wand into the perfect position and pressed it into his ribs. She spoke an incantation he’d never heard before, and was blown back off of her. He smacked the ground hard and skidded back a few feet into Allie. He tried to stand, but couldn’t. Dizziness set in, and he felt his clothes sticking to him as warm liquid poured from his side. He touched the wound, and then held his hand up to his face— he was bleeding profusely.
“SIRIUS!” Allie squeaked
“No!” Harry cried
Out of his blurred vision, he saw Harry run after Bellatrix, with Dumbledore close on his heels. Death Eaters were scattered about the chamber, squirming and writhing in binds of black rope. Moody was trying to revive Tonks, as Remus stood over her with a pallid expression.
“Allie, hold pressure on his side— he’s losing a lot of blood.”
Kingsley appeared at his left side as Allie’s shaking hands pressed on his wound at his right. Her face was pale, expression terrified. She had a cut above her right eyebrow, trickling blood down her temple and cheek.
“Sirius?”
He was dizzy, weak; the lights overhead grew dimmer as Allie voice grew fainter. She sounded as if he were underwater— distant, and muffled.
Sirius…
That voice was clear. It was James’s voice once again calling to him, beckoning him. He turned his head to look past Kingsley, towards the archway with the ominous fluttering curtain.
Sirius…
The arch called to him— his friend called to him. It was an odd sensation, Allie’s voice next to him muffled and distant, when James’s beckoning from the archway was clear in his ear. His eyelids felt heavy, maybe he would close them— just for a moment. They were so heavy, he was so tired. He just needed to rest.
“Sirius? Sirius?! No, no, no— stay with me, alright? Stay with me!—“
The visions around him faded to black, the sounds grew quiet— the last thing he heard was Allie’s soft, pleading whisper in his ear, right before everything faded away.
“Sirius, stay with me— I love you.”

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Sirius may have survived the Veil, but I've left him in a bad spot. Will he live? Will he die? We shall see in the next chapter mwahahahahahaha
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