"Sirius, we really shouldn't be here," I whispered to him as we pressed ourselves against the face of the vault.

"I know," Sirius chuckled.

"It's dangerous and unsafe and-"

"Those are just the same thing. Dumbledore wants us to do this."

I sighed and followed him through the corridor until we reached the dragon. I cursed and glanced around. But Sirius was way ahead of me. He held up a rattle and gave me one. "Shake it," he whispered.

I grimaced, but did so. The dragon looked horrible as it cowered away from us. Blood was dried on its white flesh. Even horns were broken and open wounds were in their place. It whimpered away from us.

"That's barbaric," I whispered.

Sirius looked at me, "Come on."

I took his hand, rushing quickly as we walked quickly to the vault.

"How do we get in?" I whispered.

He stepped behind me and opened the sack on my back until he pulled out whatever he packed. I winced at the sight of the wrinkly claw.

"Knockturn Alley's more useful than just black market furs," Sirius winked. He took the claw and waved it over the vault, where it opened.

I gasped, a Goblin hand! I kissed Sirius quickly, "You're a genius."

"You've said that once or twice," Sirius winked.

"It's true! Come on. Anything with a badger."

"Lumos Maxima!" he whispered. The vault lit up and I glanced around, grimacing.

"Spello Revealo."

My white sparks formed a single word. Gemino.

"Don't touch anything," I hissed at Sirius. "When we find it, we need to touch as little as possible to get it."

Sirius nodded, "And if it's buried?"

I snorted, "Let's hope it's not."

I walked a bit further into the vault, and it was Sirius that spoke, "You're sure it's a goblet?"

"Albus was positive."

"Well there are at least fifty right here."

I glanced at the pile next to him. "It'd be on top. It has to be."

"There are four destroyed," Sirius said. "The diary, the ring, the diadem, and the locket – Albus will be retrieving that next week – but this one is-"

"Is Huffepuff's piece of his soul," I told Sirius. "The Diadem was Ravenclaw's, the locket was Slytherin's."

"Then what's Gryffindor's?"

"Harry," I told him. "What's that up there?" I squinted up at the pile against the back wall. A badger.

"How do we get it?" Sirius asked.

"Levitate me," I told Sirius. "But don't let me touch anything."

Sirius hesitated before saying the incantation, "Wingardium Leviosa."

I laughed as I touched the cup about four minutes later. "Never thought you'd use the charm for this, did you?"

"I had a feeling it'd be something equally as insane," Sirius laughed as I was dropped to my feet.

I tossed him the cup and brushed myself off as I landed. "Let's get to Frank."

"Ah, Mr. Fiend-Fyre," Sirius nodded. He took my arm and we rushed out, shutting the vault behind me. "How do we get back?"

"Haven't thought that far yet," I whispered as we shook the rattles, getting past the dragon.

"We can't just waltz back to the lobby and be like 'Thanks, Gobbies'."

I glared at Sirius, "I've figured that out, thanks. What do you suggest?"

He grinned and reached into my backpack once more. "Ah, here we are."

I groaned when he enlarged the broom. "Please, no," I begged.

"Come on, straight through the top. You ready?"

I hesitated, before getting on the broom behind him. "Give me the cup, then," I ordered.

He passed it to me easily, "Let's go." I tightened my arms around his waist, "You better drive this thing well."

"I was chaser, of course I can," Sirius laughed and then he kicked off.

As soon as we broke through the surface of the glass, much to the public's displeasure, we apparated. Broom and all.

"Did you get it?" were the first words I heard.

"Nice to see you're safe as well," Sirius grumbled.

"Oh, sorry, nice to see you made it!" Lily laughed.

I rolled my eyes. "Yes, we've got it."

I got off the broom and pressed the horcrux into Frank's waiting hands. "Right, here we are."

Molly bit her lip as she watched us with the cup.

"Could you do that outside, please? I'd rather not have a repeat of last time."

Alice laughed as she remembered the locket. Apparently Frank got distracted and the sofa caught fire. Molly never forgave him for that.

"Right, that'd probably be best," Frank admitted, hurrying outside.

"So, we have three left," Dorcas said. "Harry, Nagini, and..."

"And that's it," I told them. "That's all that's left."

"So, he's almost gone?"

I nodded. "Yes."

"But the summer's almost started," Lily said.

"And I will be summoned soon," I nodded to her. "Albus will be dead soon."

"I don't understand why he must die," Remus said quietly.

"I don't either, but I trust Severus will make our survival guaranteed with what he does."

We all looked at Molly and nodded.

"We just have to wait-"

"How much longer?"

"Whenever Draco completes the cabinet, is what I understand," I sighed. "Any day now."

"You've grown fond of the boy, haven't you?" Sirius asked.

I shrugged, "He's my godson, of course I have. He only is doing this because he's being forced. Draco wouldn't hurt a fly otherwise."

Sirius raised an eyebrow.

"Okay, so he wouldn't hurt anyone by killing them," I amended. "He is rather nasty in comments."

"That's what I thought," Lily sniffed.

"Oh, and, Lily, Severus sends his regards."

James stiffened, "You told the dungeon bat?"

"I had to," I said simply, shrugging. "He suggested that I keep Hermione Granger at Hogwarts instead of sending her away."

"Do you know what would happen if he told?"

"Do you think he's going to tell?" I challenged my best friends of nineteen years.

"Of course not," Lily said immediately. "He wouldn't do that. Not after last time."

"You're right," I nodded. "He wouldn't."

I gasped and jerked awake as I lay in bed. Sirius rolled over and opened his eyes, looking at me. I was already out of bed, pulling on my black cloak over a pair of leather boots and a black dress.

"Already?" he asked.

I nodded and kissed him once before apparating.

I trusted he'd tell the others.

Borgin and Burkes was abandoned when I arrived, but the others were hidden in the shadows.

"Sister," Amycus greeted.

I placed a cruel smile on my face, "Brother," I returned, kissing his cheek. "Come, we mustn't waste time."

Bellatrix gazed at the Vanishing Cabinet, running her hand over it, "Shall we?"

I grabbed Amycus's arm, tugging him into the passage. Fenrir stepped in next, his eyes lingering on me longer than necessary. Yaxley sashayed in next, then Rowle. Gibbon entered with Bellatrix and the doors shut behind us.

"Keep your hands to yourself," Bellatrix hissed at Yaxley. "Or you won't have any hands when I finish with you."

Yaxley just sneered at her.

And then we were gone in a puff of smoke.

Bellatrix was laughing when our transport ended and stepped out, brushing her hair out of her face with her wand. I glanced around us nonchalantly. The room of requirement.

"Let's play," I giggled sadistically stepping forward and began walking towards where Draco was disappearing to.

I kept the sadistic smile on my face even though I was thoroughly disgusted. To drop out of character now would mean that I would be betraying myself to them. It couldn't happen. Not now.

There was a time and a place for everything.

The Astronomy Tower contained a very weakened Albus Dumbledore. I masked my features as I stood beside my brother. Draco's wand was aimed at the Professor, who was wandless. Good, Draco had done what was required.

"Care to introduce your friends, Bellatrix?" Albus asked.

"I'd love to, Albus, but I'm afraid we're on a bit of a tight schedule," Bellatrix bit back. "Do it, Draco! Do it now!"

"Alecto, after all these years, you were really loyal to them, weren't you?"

"I'm only as loyal to them as you thought I was to you," I returned, smirking. "It feels wonderful to decieve you, Albus, it really does."

"Draco, I once knew a boy who made all the wrong choices," Albus pleaded quietly. "I would hate to see you do the same." Draco's jaw clenched, and I recognized this as his way of keeping back tears. He was too young to be faced with a decision such as this.

"Do it now, Draco! Now!" Bellatrix cried.

"No," A voice said shortly.

Draco spun around to see Severus. I kept my face blank, but met Severus's eyes. "Severus," Albus said quietly. "Please."

"Avada Kedavra."

The green spell hit Albus's chest and he flew backwards, over the railing.

I turned quickly, so I wouldn't see, and was the last one behind them all. I spotted Harry staring at me with hate.

"I'm sorry," I mouthed, turning and quickly following them.

Bellatrix was having a little too much fun kicking over plates and breaking windows.

"He trusted you!" Harry's voice shouted as Bellatrix lit Hagrid's hut on fire.

I quickly glanced behind me and saw Harry running down the hill, his wand pointed at Snape, or myself. I wasn't sure. It hurt either way. He needed to get out of here.

When he started to throw insults at Snape, I quickly apparated and landed at Malfoy Manor. My brother spun me around as I came into view and kissed the top of my head. "We will win," he declared.

For the first time in a long time, I wasn't sure if what he said was false.

I was released from the Death Eater meeting three hours later, the Dark Lord telling me to go to the Order and resume my role as spy. Severus couldn't be trusted with them anymore. His magical signature was all over Dumbledore's body.

I happily apparated to the Burrow. But grew solemn as I accepted the cup of tea from Molly and sat down in the living room. "So he's dead," Arthur said quietly.

I nodded, "He is. The Astronomy Tower."

"Tallest tower," Sirius concluded beside me, his hand running over my shoulders in comfort. I shook them off.

"Yes. I gather he landed in the courtyard."

"He fell off?" Molly gasped, horrified.

"I couldn't look after he fell over the rail," I choked, my hands trembling as I took a sip. "I couldn't- I just... It was too much to watch."

"They're coming for the Summer, aren't they?" James asked quietly.

"Harry will be coming here, yes. As will the others."

I nodded. "Good. It's not safe anymore."

"We know," Arthur nodded. "No where's safe anymore."

He was telling the truth. No where was. No where would be again. Not until the war was won.

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