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— if narcissa had thought about it, she would have wondered why georgie had stayed in the bakery rather than running again, leaving. narcissa knew that rebel owned shops were still open throughout diagon alley, and even neutral owned shops would be more obviously safer than a shop owned by the wife of a death eater. but instead narcissa’s thoughts were full of worry for her cousin, even though georgie said that sirius was safe at least for the time being.

calling for lucius or rabastan hadn’t even been in her list of options when she really thought about it. whatever happened, narcissa hated having the dementors around, and she wasn’t going to leave anyone to have their soul sucked out by one when she had a chance to save them. and underneath that, her questioning her own beliefs helped in not wanting to do anything against the rebels when she herself was considering changing sides. “ i don’t like the dementors. i’m angry about them, about hogwarts’ closure, about a lot of things… ” narcissa frowned. i hate that i picked voldemort’s side instead of yours, she thought. narcissa shook her head, “ i’m not happy with the ministry. cause as much trouble for them as you want, ” she added.

⎯ ✴︎ There were clearly a lot of things Georgie expected out of this interaction, but none of them were what ended up happening. She supposed from the beginning she should’ve been smarter about this whole thing... left as soon as she arrived. Maybe she’d have made it to Sif’s before dementor saw her. But she’d stayed and wasn’t punished for the act of stupid recklessness. She was actually left with being face to face with Narcissa who was more or less admitting to no longer buying into the shit she’d been supporting. Or seeming to support.

“You’re not happy with them?” she questioned, just watching her with a confused expression on her face. She fiddled a little with the coffee mug a little between her hands. She felt like she was being told some big secret, but this was honestly the first time she’d met Narcissa. She could’ve easily told her that she didn’t know why she was helping, but here she was all the same, helping and spilling to her that she wasn’t happy with the Ministry. She shook her head to try to clear up her train of thoughts. “I fully intended on continuing to cause trouble for them, approval or not, but...” She shook her head again. “Is all of this ‘being angry’ about things the New Order does a new development?”

#☆ 〉〉narcissa malfoy ;#☆ 〉〉paras ;

alcattermole

▵ — Alastair watched her face change as he tried to figure out what he was getting at, and in all truth, he wasn’t even sure himself. He was only sure of a few things: she didn’t trust him, she could help him learn about Rege, and she would never do so intentionally. At least not with the way she knew him, and there was nothing he could do to change that. So he pressed on.

“ Damn what they say. They say a lot of things. ”

He never had gotten on well with authority, but that, for some reason, never stopped him from being an authority favorite. His name and blood status got him farther than his bloody money or skill. He hated that this was his privilege.

“ What are your interests, Weaver? What brought you to the Auror office in the first place? ”

⎯ ✴︎ Georgie couldn’t help but let out a light scoff in disbelief. She looked him right in the eyes, sizing up his expression a little, trying to figure what his angle was. If he wanted something from her, she wished he’d just ask. But maybe that was the point. They knew she wouldn’t just hand over answers. Maybe he was looking for something incriminating from her. Had they found something out? She swallowed and shook her head. She really just wished she could say what she wanted.

“They are the ones in control, Cattermole. Who am I to disobey them?”

She crossed her arms then. He wanted to know her interests. He probably already knew them. Or at least he should. There weren’t too many things people became aurors for. At least not before the New Order took over. “When I became an auror, the title was dark wizard catcher. Now I’m not sure what it means. I’m not too keen on having an undefined title. Besides, how can anyone be so sure about me. I’m sure if this same sentiment had been passed to your brother, there would be a lot of problems now.”

#☆ 〉〉alastair cattermole ;#☆ 〉〉paras ;

heraknox

▵ — Hera listened to every word carefully, running through them and all her options in her head. She would have to contact MACUSA, let them know that he was alive, and she was sure that Rage would send in the cavalry after that. The President had been explicit in her feelings on the Month of Terror, and it was no secret within MACUSA that she was on the edge of her seat to do what needed to be done against the Ministry of Magic. When word got to her, this would no longer be a contained war. It would no longer be Death Eaters and Rebels. If the President would have her way, it would be global. And all it would take was a few words from Hera: Grant’s alive. It’s time.

Hera nodded as Georgie spoke, finally giving up on the resistance to pace, walking back and forth in front of her desk, distracted, fidgeting. “ Good. Good, ” she said mindlessly as she thought, and then paused, looking at Georgie and cocking her head. “ Doe? ” she asked, the name sparking a memory. “ You mean like Dorcas Meadowes, don’t you? ” she asked, and almost laughed. Leave it to Grant to end up side by side with one of Voldemort’s most wanted. Doe all but had a price on her head, now - one of the most notorious trouble-makers around.

“ I shouldn’t be so surprised, ” Hera said, almost smiling, putting her hands on her hips and shaking her head. She let out a slow breath then looked up at Georgie again, measuring her next words and the safety of speaking them, even in the privacy of her own office. It was fortunate for her that Death Eaters were so disgusted by muggle technology - that meant they couldn’t bug offices. “ Listen, I… Have you ever heard of the Month of Fear? ”

⎯ ✴︎ Georgie’s eyes followed her as she paced. It was almost like she could see her thinking with every step she made. She’d dropped a lot of information on her, it only made sense. Whenever she got information like this she took to playing with her wand. There had been one time where she’d almost broken it when she was twirling it and accidentally flung it across the common room. Had it not been for Sirius’s body walking by, it might have been history against the far wall. So she understood the need to do something to take away the stress or at least try to. But she was sure not much would do it. It was starting to become clearer and clearer that she cared for him and would this not be a serious situation, Georgie would probably be jumping up and down mentally with the thought of her and Doe’s assumptions being right.

But instead, they were both sitting there on information and having to figure out what next to do. Though she couldn’t help a half-smile from forming when she said Doe’s full name. “Yes, that’s her. Actually him and her took to each other quite quickly. He took to a lot of us quickly... some of us say Sirius and him are the same person and I have to admit when they’re in the same room you can really tell.” She paused when she realized she was rambling and saying a lot more than necessary. “So yes, um, he’s with my friend Doe and our other friend Emme.”

Then she asked her a question. She’d gotten quiet about it and she could guess why. She’d heard of the Month of Terror, but not much for details. Mostly it was what you needed to know. Muggleborns had been kidnapped and rounded up and tortured and killed. It was like what was happening here, but on a smaller scale. And she recalled hearing about it more recently as well because of that. “It was a terror attack against muggleborns in America, yeah? I think Grant mentioned it once, but he didn’t say much more than bringing it up.”

#☆ 〉〉hera knox ;#☆ 〉〉paras ;

gwcnog

— “ i don’t remember that storm - probably because i was eleven at the time - but storms tend to make that happen. ”

⎯ ✴︎ “ You’re lucky. McGonagall was so angry with worry. So many of us left that game with injuries. But it was really fun when Doe accidentally took out the Hufflepuff keeper. There were about five from his house that caught him in the stands. ”

#☆ 〉〉gwenog jones ;#☆ 〉〉chats ;

siriusrunning

▵ — Sirius tried in vain to look serious, unable to stop the dangerous smile that tugged at the corners of his lips. “ You don’t know? That makes me a martyr. I’m basically a saint. ”

⎯ ✴︎ “ A martyr? Saint Sirius. What would you be the patron of then? ”

#☆ 〉〉sirius black ;#☆ 〉〉chats ;

dorcas meadowes <<

▵ — Dorcas smiled at Georgie, despite the situation, despite everything, because even though things were far from normal, it was nice to sit here with one of her best friends and trick herself, even if it was just for a half a second at a time, that things were normal. These moments were fleeting at best, but when they happened, she clung to them, letting them fill her mind and erase every single negative thing she’d felt since she just barely escaped the Death Eaters at the Ministry. Of course, Georgie had been there to help with that, too. That’s why Doe was still alive. Friends.

She watched as Georgie leaned forward and dropped a wad of muggle money into the bag she’d brought for her, and she reached out, putting her hand on her arm, knowing that the attempt would be in vain. “ Georgie, seriously, you don’t have to… you don’t have to do all this. It’s dangerous, you know? ” she said, but of course Georgie knew, and of course she was going to do it anyway. She sighed and smiled, knowing that there was nothing she could say to change Georgie’s mind. So instead she said, “ Thank you, ” and squeezed Georgie’s arm. She leaned back in her seat, listening to Georgie speak.

Doe leaned forward again when she finished, leaning on the table with her arms cross, looking as though she were actually on the edge of her seat. “ So she’s a her, huh? ” Doe asked, raising her eyebrows. This was one of her moments of normality, and she was going to drag it out as long as she could. “ Interesting. Is she a pretty her? A clever her? The type of her he might write bad poetry about her? ”

⎯ ✴︎ When it came to situations like these, helping friends, you sort of dropped all the thoughts of how dangerous it really was for you and only thought about what it was all going to means for them. Georgie knew she would do the same for her and she also would be reminding her of how dangerous it was. “I know it’s dangerous, but that’s what makes it fun,” she said, lightheartedly. And in truth maybe it was a little fun proving that she could get away with doing something like this. “Don’t mention it, really. It’ll help me to worry a little less. That at least you’ll have some meals out of it.”

Then there was the interest in the MACUSA auror and suddenly his felt like a conversation they were having over lunch in the middle of the week. She found herself leaning forward too with a grin crossing her face. “Yes to all of those questions. They look like they belong together as a couple too. And not just because of looks. Just mannerisms and oddly enough the way they talk. Though there’s definitely a balance of extreme traits too, but I can’t be too sure.” She paused for a second before bit her lips a little. She felt like she knew the answer to this, but Doe had spent so much more tie with him lately. “Did he ever mention a her before?”

#☆ 〉〉dorcas meadowes ;#☆ 〉〉paras ;

sirius black <<

▵ — It was a terrible idea. Everything about it was stupid, and could easily end in death or worse ( he’d heard enough about Dementors to know that Azkaban would be worse ). Any reasonable person - or at least anyone who didn’t bleed red and gold - would have put an end to it immediately. Luckily for him, Georgie was about as reasonable as he was, and he felt the rush of excitement run through his body that he always felt when he was about to do something very stupid with someone very clever.

The truth was that Sirius did not have a plan, nor did he ever. He’d learned that lesson by the time third year rolled around and he realized that his plans never worked out and it just made him angry. For the most part he just pretended to have a plan and everyone went along with it, usually knowing better, and that worked out well enough. Georgie was one of the ones who would know better, so he didn’t think twice before grabbing her hand and saying, “ Don’t splinch. ”

To say that Sirius hated the feeling of apparition was an understatement - especially after the Great Splinching of 1978 - but they both made it in one piece in a small London alley. He sighed in relief when they arrived, letting go of Georgie’s hand and glancing around to make sure that they were, indeed, alone. Finally, he faced her. “ Which would she hate more but get us farther: an unspeakable bringing in one of her Most Wanted, or an unspeakable bringing her mangy mutt ‘round? ”

⎯ ✴︎ There was barely enough time to register what was happening before they were apparating out of Godric’s Hollow and to an alley in London. Or there was enough time to register all of it, but Georgie had barely been able to focus on much else aside from how hard her heart was pumping with the idea of what they were about to do. It was almost more than dangerous. She could already hear an array of people scolding the both of them for going about this whole thing in this way. But she would trade this plan for any other. Sirius was at her side.

She took in deep breaths and let them out as she focused on quieting her heart and weighing out a plan. They needed to get as far as an elevator and then beyond that get to the office where Hera was. They had to work quickly and inconspicuously. Inconspicuously was going to be the hardest part. It was either show up with Sirius or show up with a dog. And oddly dog seemed to be the most appropriate. “Unfortunately, if I showed up with you as human you, there’s a chance someone will request for me to hand you over to them. They would want the credit and there would be a frenzy. I’ve always wanted a mangy mutt.”

She was quiet then before she took a couple steps toward him to close the gap between them. “I’ve... I just need to do one thing first.” She stared at him for a moment before she leaned up and kissed him. She had no idea what would happen from this moment on. Whatever it would be, it wouldn’t be easy. She’d waited far too long to see him again and she’d needed to make sure they’d get a kiss out of it. She pulled back slowly after and nodded. “We’ll continue this after we cause mass hysteria.”

#☆ 〉〉sirius black ;#☆ 〉〉paras ;

alastair cattermole

▵ — Alastair hated this. He wanted to end the conversation quickly, do as little damage as possible to both her and the reputation he was working so hard to uphold - all while wanting nothing more than to know what happened to his brother, whether or not he was still alive, if he was safe. She had to know - surely she was in contact with at least some of the rebels, surely, if he were alive, she would have heard some word of it by now, if not seen him herself.

So he kept the conversation going, even though she didn’t seem to want him there any more than he wanted to be there. Her image of him was damaged beyond repair, he was sure - but if he could get even the slightest hint of his brother’s life, it would have been worth it.

“ Writing up notes? They’re putting your talents to waste. You were an excellent auror, Weaver. The Department misses you, ” he said, shaking his head. “ I don’t suppose there’s anything I could say to talk you into applying for return, is there? Things are getting busier, especially with Goyle around. We could use you. ”

⎯ ✴︎ His statement surprised her and it automatically had her crossing her arms. She didn’t even try to hide the confusion in her expression this time. He had to know the reason why she was no long an auror in the first place. She was too much of a risk. They knew she was friends with a number of rebels. That hadn’t been a secret in school. She’d just been lucky it looked like she was turning in one of the friends at the right place at the right time. So they moved her to some place where she’d be quiet. What they didn’t know was they should have taken her out of there altogether.

“If the department was so certain they’d miss me, they wouldn’t have moved me in the first place.” Her voice lacked the bitterness she wanted it to have. She shook her head. “I won’t apply again, they wouldn’t accept it. My abilities aren’t to their standards and our interests differ. That’s what they said.”

#☆ 〉〉alastair cattermole ;#☆ 〉〉paras ;

gwcnog

— “ i mean, flying can be hard. especially when it’s real windy or just… bad weather in general. ”

⎯ ✴︎ “ It’s true. I remember the horrible storm that was happening during my fifth year. I ran into James at least twice. ”

#☆ 〉〉gwenog jones ;#☆ 〉〉chats ;

shesrottentothecore

— narcissa watched as georgie ate the chocolate. she really did wish they could meet under different circumstances. the war hadn’t been what she’d wanted, but she’d never really known what she wanted. narcissa knew that had the rebels won initially, had narcissa taken their side, she probably would’ve been friends with at least a few of sirius’ friends, or at least they wouldn’t have anything to worry about when they were in narcissa’s company. but regardless of the outcome of the war initially, she didn’t think that would change the way walburga, orion, druella, and cygnus saw the world.

narcissa nodded, “ good, i’m glad. ” she gave a small smile. safe while on the run, at least for now, was better than caught, although she supposed she would’ve heard if he’d been caught. rabastan tended to keep her updated on anything lucius kept from her, at least, if she and rabastan saw each other. “ about him being safe. i’m not, uh, glad that he has to keep running from… well, everyone i know, basically, ” she mumbled the last part, staring into her coffee cup.

⎯ ✴︎ Maybe Georgie was dreaming. She was starting to wonder that. Hit her head on her way into the place she’d chosen for refuge from the dementors outside. That was almost feasible... but the chocolate tasted so real. She took a sip of the coffee without milk. In truth, she didn’t care much about the taste. She just needed the energy it would provide. Without the high from getting away with the potion ingredients anymore, she was starting to realize how tired she really was. But that wasn’t going to stop her from staying alert.

The hard thing about all of this was, Georgie wanted to desperately to question her about all of this, but she wasn’t sure what would cause her to call for Death Eaters. “Yeah, I understand your meaning,” she said, taking another sip of the coffee and glanced over at the broom sweeping on it’s own. She let her thoughts wander for a moment and they started to pick at her as they pushed to know more about why Narcissa was glad. Yes, she was his family, but... “Why haven’t you turned me in? And, on top of that, given me chocolate and coffee? I really haven’t kept it a secret that I’m a rebel... one that caused a rather big issue for the ministry less than a week ago... with Sirius.”

#☆ 〉〉narcissa malfoy ;#☆ 〉〉paras ;

gwcnog

— “ the only thing i’m coordinated at is quidditch. ”

⎯ ✴︎ “ If it makes you feel any better, there were times I wasn’t even coordinated in quidditch. ”

#☆ 〉〉gwenog jones ;#☆ 〉〉chats ;

shesrottentothecore

— narcissa poured the coffee into two mugs, setting one in front of georgie and grabbing milk and sugar from the cooler below the counter. “ you’re welcome, ” narcissa smiled. she knew that the dark lord would have her head if she was caught, but she didn’t want to turn anyone in. anyways, she wasn’t good at stalling, so likely by the time anyone arrived, georgie would’ve been gone.

narcissa poured some milk into her own coffee before sipping it and leaning against the counter. “ nice to meet you. i’m sorry it’s not under better circumstances, ” narcissa gave a small smile. she’d heard about the incident with the ministry, as it had kept lucius fairly busy, not that he wasn’t already busy with work a lot of the time. narcissa nodded, “ is he… is he safe ? i mean; safe, considering, well, everything. ”

⎯ ✴︎ Georgie broke off a piece from the candy bar before eating it. She could already feel it working to help her feel better from the dementors outside. She swallowed before nodding to the sentiment Narcissa expressed about it being nice to meet each other. “It’s nice to meet you too... despite the circumstances,” she agreed. In all honestly, it was nice that she wasn’t in deep shit at the moment, so it was perfectly nice to meet her. But the circumstances could be drastically different were the world a better place. She might have met her in a friendlier place, maybe Sirius introducing her officially to his family. But it wasn’t how the Black family had turned out in the situation. Sirius had long since been burned from the tree.

Then the topic was actually turned to him and she wasn’t surprised with how she brought him up. Narcissa was his cousin despite everything and Georgie wasn’t about to think the question couldn’t be to get information. She reached for the coffee for her and added a couple spoonfuls of sugar as she thought about her answer. “He’s alright. Safe. Honestly his usual just... on the run. I suppose that’s how most of us are... But, yes, he’s safe.” She didn’t add that she knew as of this morning, but she figured what she said was enough.

#☆ 〉〉narcissa malfoy ;#☆ 〉〉paras ;

gwcnog

— “ oh, yeah, if it doesn’t think i’m really bad it’ll probably want us to stop. still think it’d run from how bad i’d be though. ”

⎯ ✴︎ “ You might not know if you’re bad until you try though... not to sound like a bad self-help book that muggles find enjoyable. ”

#☆ 〉〉gwenog jones ;#☆ 〉〉chats ;

siriusrunning

▵ — “ You’re the worst. ”

⎯ ✴︎ Georgie closed her eyes as she kissed him back. After a moment or two, she pulled back and looked up at him with a glint in her eyes. “ I may be the worst, but you just kissed the worst. What does make you? ”

#☆ 〉〉sirius black ;#☆ 〉〉chats ;

siriusrunning

▵ — “ Future generations? You have no idea how much it means to me that you think this game will be good enough to last fore multiple generations. As far as the kiss, well, that rule simply doesn’t have any specifics set in stone. I was thinking you’d help me finish coming up with that one. ”

⎯ ✴︎ “ I sincerely try to flatter you often, Sirius. Even though I do find the game pretty stupid to have rules. I do agree with some of them though. I think we should leave the kiss up to the winner to decide who starts it or not. ”

#☆ 〉〉sirius black ;#☆ 〉〉chats ;

alcattermole

▵ — Alastair wished he knew what Georgie was thinking - wished that he could even guess what the confusion on her face meant - but there was no way of knowing. With others it wasn’t so difficult, but with her, because of everything, it was impossible, and that killed him.

He wondered if she was in contact with Rege.

He wondered if she would tell him about this.

He wondered if she would use the word murderer.

Al cleared his throat, looking elsewhere for the moment, wishing that he never wondered any of it at all. “ I wasn’t there. Mother sent me three owls about it. ”

( If I were there it all would have gone very differently. If I were there, the stories about who died would be drastically different. If I were there, Rege would know he wasn’t alone. ) He sighed and looked down for half a moment, gathering his thoughts quickly, and then allowed himself to look back at Georgie, forcing himself to smile. “ How’s the Department of Mysteries? ” he asked, opting not to use any name at all, wanting to avoid calling her Weaver again.

⎯ ✴︎ Georgie felt herself try to sink into herself when he’d said he wasn’t there when they attacked Rege. She wanted to ask him what he meant, if he was happy to know his brother got away or sad to know that he wasn’t there and that’s why he got away. She reminded herself that it was probably the latter. But she couldn’t figure out if that was the case why she felt so awful assuming that. “I see,” she said simply, not sure what else to say.

She wasn’t sure when he asked how her job was going if he was just trying to make small talk or if this was an attempt at being friendly. They worked together once, but that was a very different time. She wouldn’t care if he just ended the conversation and said goodbye instead of the nicety. Or just walked away. Before this moment she’d hated him... maybe still did... she wasn’t sure. She was still confused.

Shrugging she answered, “Well enough. I’m not let at much, but I’m very useful at writing up notes should they be required.”

#☆ 〉〉alastair cattermole ;#☆ 〉〉paras ;

siriusrunning

▵ — Sirius knew quickly that she understood. Everything that had until then been left unspoken was laid on the table, and it was just the two of them and those three words hanging in the air: come with me. No matter what her answer, everything would change for Sirius. If she refused he should have been able to go back to how he was living, but he knew things would be different - quieter, more self destructive. But if she came those three words would lead to the next three: stay with me.

Sirius hated that she was alone. He hated that she was still in that disgusting place, surrounded by the world’s worst, demoted, dehumanized, and in danger. He hated that he never got to see her anymore, and hated even more that when he did, it was because his life was in danger.

And Georgina Weaver meant more to him than that.

The silence between them felt like eternity, and when she finally started, his stomach began to knot, and he was somewhere between nodding solemnly and repeating himself again, and all he’d managed to say was her name - “ Georgie- ” - before she completed her thought. ( He never was sure what he was going to say. )

“ Alright, ” Sirius agreed, the hint of a smirk on his lips. “ Let’s go ruin Leona Victoria’s day. ”

⎯ ✴︎ This was one of the times Georgie wish she had more tact about giving an answer. Because the truth was, she’d already be long gone with Sirius right now if she didn’t have responsibility. One she was happy to have, but it stopped her from being reckless nonetheless. And it caused that look on Sirius’ face. The one she hated. One where you could see a little piece of his heart just fall off. It was subtle, but she could see it because she knew him so well.

Then the smile crossed his face and suddenly that piece was right back. She could even see the devious glint in his eye that she lived for. It had been far too long since she’d seen him. It had been far too long since she’d seen that glint. The glint that made her want to go along with any plan that would come out of his mouth. And this time it was perfect. She ignored the thoughts that told her this was a bad ida because she really wanted to ruin Leona Victoria’s day.

“Perfect. This will be the worst day of her life.” She glanced around quick before she looked back at him. “Let’s get out of here before they’re here. We’ll come up with a plan on the way.”

#☆ 〉〉sirius black ;#☆ 〉〉paras ;

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