Title: Siriusly
Chapter: 8, Lucius
Spoilers: Same as everything else
Disclaimer: Same as everything else. If you want the ten dollars I have in my purse, you can have it.
Rating: PG-13, but some "Adult Situations"
Note: I've been incredibly busy lately. It's taken so long for this to get updated... but I'm sorry! Here's the next chapter. I'll try to update again soon.

Come to me..., the voice whispered in Dorothy's mind. "I need you..."

The already familiar voice of the Dark Lord rang in her mind like a ceaseless hunchback at the top of the Cathedral of Notre Dame. Really, that man (or was he a man? Maybe a Thing... a soulless being) had no consideration for convenient situation.

Dorothy reached into the back of her closet past all of her robes and to her own Firebolt (won at a poker game in the Leaky Cauldron) and took off through her window.

"Bloody hell..." Her shoe fell off somewhere over the forest and she dove to find it. The Thing coughed behind her and she straightened up. A low, cruel voice cackled and muttered beneath his voice,"Crucio."

"GOD DAMN IT! Lucius, cut this shit out!" Lucius lowered his mask and grinned.

"You can handle it." Still, he stopped the spell.

"Yeah. No kidding." She glared at him, and as he raised his wand a second time, she rolled her eyes. Taken off beat, he lowered his wand, glancing at her with interest.

"Lord Voldemort wants to know why that filthy Muggle-loving freak of nature lives... He sent me to come find you. Kiss?" He leaned in as she backed away. "Mean."

Dorothy sighed. She would love to know too. It had been months since she had been sent to Hogwarts to act as a teacher, to gain everyone's trust, and turn her back on them- to kill one of their more prominent (though still a secret) fighters. Her relationship with Sirius changed by the day and only recently she had become friends with him.

That was the plan, you see. Dorothy gains Sirius' trust, is never seen without him, and is so shocked at his death that she can't return to Hogwarts. The only miscalculation is that the world didn't actually revolve around her. So what- it was his fault that the guards had stolen the thoughts of her?

And was it her fault that she couldn't kill him even though she had to?

"The timing's been off Lucius. If Voldemort wants me to kill Sirius and still be able to double-cross these people in future missions, he's going to have to wait."

Lucius raised his eyebrows. "He has to wait because the 'timing is off' or because you still love him?" A visible, though underlying shock flashed through her face. "You didn't think I remembered, did you? I didn't tell Him. How could I have him kill you?" Lucius kissed her gently, then laughed as he shoved her into a tree, pinning her hands over her head. "No, couldn't have that. If he's not dead by the end of the year, I'll be here myself to kill him- and you." He released her. "Send my love."

In a blink of an eye, Lucius had gone. Her wrists were still sore as she rubbed them deeply.

There was more to it, though. There were some scars that only that flaming poof, Malfoy, managed to slash open again. A huge sob escaped her lungs and she fell to her knees. It wasn't until she heard the crunch of twigs behind her that she even bothered to look up.

"What am I supposed to say?" Sirius stood there, blinking back tears. He had been so strong for so long. He managed to get out of Azkaban, survive multiple betrayals, the knowledge that the entire wizarding world had hated him, and the pressure of being the Godfather to the Boy-Who-Lived- and this was what brought tears to his eyes. He opened his arms wide.

"So do it. Kill me. You've got a wand, I don't. Why don't you BLOODY KILL ME!"

Dorothy stayed on the ground, watching him. Crying.