Sirius&Dorcas @msmeadcwes
EVENT — DIAGON ALLEY PROTEST ATTACK
Of course Sirius would be at the protest, not only because Dumbledore wanted Order members there to protect the civilians, but because he supported the cause. Sirius thoroughly disliked and mistrusted the Ministry. Part of him had hoped that the event would turn into chaos, with the sort of wish of self-sabotage that damaged so much of his life. He wanted the rush to feel alive, to get an outlet of traumatic anger, and to show that the Ministry had no clue on how to handle the war.
He got his wish as the Dark Mark pushed people into a frantic panic, with people pushing the crowd forward to escape, with law enforcement flooding in to try to take control, with Death Eaters casting curses left and right, and with Order members trying to stop them and to keep people safe. Sirius got pushed around in the crowd, but he wasn’t intending on fleeing. No, he would fight, be that Death Eaters or the law man that tried to beat up the wrong guy.
And fought Sirius had. He found himself out of breath, bleeding from knuckles that had punched skulls and flesh, body drained from spending energy to make his spells as strong and long-lasting as possible. He hadn’t taken in yet just how in shambles everything had turned out to be. He was too busy to survive, to protect, to hit back.
Sirius found himself with the attention of the law. It wasn’t a situation new to him, the memory of him and James annoying the Muggle police briefly jumping through his mind. Sirius had often had run-ins with the police from both of the societies he lived in, and right now he couldn’t help a chuckle as he backed away from the Aurors, looking around for an easy way out. He wasn’t beneath to run away if he had to, and he knew he was too tired to apparate away.
“You should focus on the criminals, for fuck’s sake,” Sirius said. He wiped sweat - or blood - from his forehead, wand pointed at the ready to protect himself should the Aurors attack. “You’ve bloody Death Eaters swarming the place!” But for some reason, they seemed to want to focus on him. He kept backing away, looking for a way out. He didn’t quite fancy being taken to jail.
At the corner of his eye, he glimpsed hair, a face that he recognised. He cast a quick look there - Dorcas? Sirius subtly tried to shake his head. He didn’t want to be saved, if that was what she had in mind, and he didn’t want to draw anyone else into his mess. He re-gripped his wand, hoping Dorcas would take the hint.