Olivia honestly didn't know how she ended up at his place. That's just where her feet lead her first, listening to her subconscious instead of the part of her brain that held common sense.
She was taking a midnight stroll in her pajamas, unable to sleep. She was barefoot, and the floor felt frozen on her feet and she managed to restrain herself from taking long leaping strides to avoid it. The funeral had been a week earlier, but it still plagued her memory. She was just clearing her head, trying to get all of the nerves out of her system.
And that was because later that day something unimaginable would happen: they were going to basically, actually, literally kidnap Narcissa Black and demand for her to spill what she knows. Olivia's stomach lurched when James was telling them about the plan.
"You mates know how this will work right?" He had said calmly, but Olivia could see the little beads of sweat on his eyebrow to show that he was more nervous than he completely let on. Her heart warmed at the thought of him not being fully collected, as it made her screwed up self feel slightly better. It made her sad to think that she hadn't approached him earlier because of how the student body viewed him. She should've just figured it all out for herself.
James had knitted his hand through hers and she started tracing circles into the back of his in an attempt to calm him down. It appeared to work, as she noticed his breath steadying slightly. She realized just how much he had on his plate, being the leader of the Order.
"Everything except how we're going to get her without her fellow snakes noticing," Sakura said. Olivia was wondering that too.
"Sirius." James said simply. Olivia raised an eyebrow, not quite understanding how this was relevant to the plan, until she noticed Sirius's smug face.
"What is he going to do exactly?" Emma asked with a sharp edge to her tone that mad everyone wince slightly. Emma was very protective of Sirius due to his playboy history and hated when she saw girls looking at him, and if James was implying what Olivia thought he was implying, then there was no way that Emma would agree to it.
"No, no, no! Nothing like that," James quickly clarified, and everyone gave a visible sigh of relief, "Sirius is going to lure her in with his family history."
"Except he was blown off of the bloody tree," Bellamy said, rolling his eyes, "And I doubt she'd fall for anything you try to come up with. Sirius has made it pretty clear what side he's on."
"Don't tell me that your plan — the one that was to convince Narcissa to go with you to talk — was to tell her you're a secret Black spy exploiting Gryffindor's weaknesses?" said Lily, shaking her head as if she was greatly disappointed. Bellamy nodded in agreement with her statement, causing her to blush.
"No, of course not," said James, shaking his head in exasperation, "Sirius is going to merely knock her out with powder from Zanko's."
"Oh."
Olivia cracked a smile at the thought of her boyfriend, but it was again replaced by nerves. Her hands were sweaty and she didn't know where her feet were headed. Until she arrived at the Defense Against the Dark Arts room.
"Professor?" She called, hoping that Garrison was somehow still up on a school night so she could talk with him, and Merlin seemed to be on her side, as she saw her handsome young professor come out from behind his desk.
"Olivia?" Olivia didn't bother to correct him and tell him that it would be more appropriate to call her Miss Declan, she didn't care.
"Hello." She smiled kindly, her smile not quite reaching her eyes.
"What is it you need?" Garrison asked her, eyebrows knitted in concern. Olivia felt a little unnerved by his caring tone. It didn't quite sooth her, just make a shiver run down her spine.
"Um, I don't know really," She replied, feeling foolish, "I was just clearing my head and my feet lead me here."
"Oh," She could see a faint blush appear on her professor's cheeks and her nerves settled slightly. After all, Olivia barely trusted anyone anymore, she was likely just paranoid, "Well it is against the rules to be out this late at night, but since it is Saturday, I'll let it slide." He reached for something under his desk, accidently knocking a picture frame made of fine mahogany over first, and Olivia smiled when she realized that it was a bowl of sweets.
"Why do you have those? Sweet tooth?"
"No," He replied, "to get my first years to raise their hands."
"Yes," Olivia said sarcastically, "because they're dogs."
Garrison smiled sheepishly, "They're something like that." Olivia rolled her eyes, feeling a little better now that she had something more lighthearted to focus on.
They talked for a little while, pleased to be forgetting about the stress that was taking over both of their thoughts. But Olivia decided enough was enough and she didn't want to get carried away talking all night. She did have a mission the following morning after all.
"Well, I should be going." She said, standing up. Garrison nodded and Olivia thought she saw sadness in his eyes. She didn't like it. It made her uncomfortable. She tried to make it seem like she was fine though, and walked out of the classroom.
Walking back to her dorms, she felt really cold and she looked down at herself. Her pajamas consisted of a tank top and shorts, and she felt her face heating up. She was really revealed in front of her professor.
But she found herself thinking she was a lot warmer with him than without. And she couldn't figure out if this was good or bad.
. . .
Olivia maybe slept two hours more after that. But when she woke up, she didn't feel tired. Adrenaline was pumping through her veins. They couldn't afford to go back now, not after all of their planning.
So she sat with everyone, excluding Sirius, in the Room of Requirement, thanks to the Marauders' "impeccable" skills, and waited for Sirius to return with the blonde bombshell. She was mostly nervous of how Narcissa would react at first, it's not like we were being subtle about everything.
He came in around twenty minutes later, with a limp blonde figure over his shoulder. He put her in the chair, and James and Remus tied her up with rope.
"Kinky." Bellamy remarked.
Narcissa woke up after some time had passed and started sprawling frantically, trying to break free. She was spazzing so bad, that she actually managed to tip the chair over, and hit her head against the floor, knocking herself unconscious yet again.
"Bloody hell," James said, hoisting the chair back up again, "Next time she wakes up, hold the chair steady." Remus and Sirius grabbed the other sides of the chair, while Olivia stood in front of the girl.
"She looks normal, almost angelic," She voiced aloud, "Maybe that's a good sign."
When she awoke, Narcissa saw Olivia first, and tried to break free again second. But the chair didn't budge. Emma had fixed her head, after all they weren't monsters and weren't going to leave her head all damaged.
"What do you people want?" She asked, terrified. Olivia had never seen her anything but confident. It weakened her tough facade.
"We want to know what you Slytherins think you're doing to the students of this school," Olivia said, crossing her arms. She felt very badass that day, even dressing the part with all black on. She hoped her leather jacket showed that she wasn't playing. Leanna's life meant more to her than failing to get Narcissa to talk.
"Don't be stupid," Narcissa snapped, "it's not just the students. It's not even the students at all. We're just in training," Olivia was surprised. They hadn't even given her the potion, and yet she was already spilling her guts, "Do you really think that this was a personal vendetta? It was just the first taste." Olivia's stomach lurched in fear. And she could tell everyone around her felt the same.
"How are we supposed to believe you?" She asked, trying to appear unnerved.
"I wouldn't lie to you," Narcissa said, rolling her eyes, "because then you'd have a vendetta against me. And there's no love story greater than my love for myself."
"That I can believe." Sirius said. Narcissa smirked.
"I always choose the path that I think is right for me. No one else."
"Do you know anymore?" Olivia asked.
"No. As I said, the students aren't apart of the attacks." Her fists were clinched and her face showed that she was getting fed up of the questions.
"We should still give her the potion, just in case." Emma said.
"No," Lily said, pocketing it, "we should save it for later. If this thing gets bigger, I have a feeling we'll need it again."
"We'll just have to trust her." Olivia said, scowling at the thought.
"Not enough to let her leave without this," Sakura tossed the Forgetfulness Potion, "I definitely don't trust that she'll keep her mouth shut about the Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs that think they can overthrow Pureblood families."
Olivia caught it, just barely, and glared at Sakura for them almost losing it. She shrugged sheepishly.
"Ok bitch, open up."
They sent her away with no memory of the interrogation, and left the Order of the Phoenix with a sinking feeling that there was hell coming.
"You know that masquerade ball that Slughorn is throwing right before Spring Break?" James asked in Olivia's ear. She looked at him incredulously. How could he be thinking of a dance when there was war coming? He noticed her look, so he quickly continued, "Think about it. No one will know who we are. We could figure out more by pretending to be one of them. Maybe figure out who they're working for."
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Soooo sorry about the wait! I've been really preoccupied lately. This story has been far from my mind, but when I stumbled upon my notes for this story, I got the inspiration I needed to get this chapter out ;)
I know it's not long, but I wanted to get this Narcissa thing out of the way so I can move on with the plot. Leanna's death has been really dragged out, and the next 1975, or shall I say 1976 chapter will have about a two month time jump.
Please review my lovely readers,
~Molly xoxoxoxoxo