Chapter 6

The time had come, the time that Sira had been waiting impatiently for. She had been ready for this very day ever since the Dark Lord had told her that she was going on this extremely important task, one that would make the Ministry of Magic belong to him. She was eager to fulfill the task, she didn't know why but her enthusiasm made her anxious. Something within her was tempting her with the possibility of battle, causing her to become even more excited. Her confidence lifted her spirits, actually making her long for combat. She felt that, this time, everything would go as planned.

The sound of her black stilettos hitting the stone floor echoed off the walls of the Atrium of the Ministry of Magic. Her dark-brown hair was pulled back in a tight bun except for a few strands that framed her lovely face. A black hat, wide-brimmed but elegant, sat crooked on her head, tilted to the side and shadowing her face. Her dress only went to her mid-thigh and was strapless. Its color was a gorgeous and rich purple and it had a black belt to accentuate her waist. It was way too revealing compared to what she normally wore but she felt beautiful in it, striking and confident.

All eyes were on her as she walked towards the fountain. She was stunning and she walked as if she knew she was. Soon, her eyes found who she was looking for and a small smile grew on her face. "Good day, Yaxley," she said politely as she approached him. The gazes hadn't fallen from her; actually, they were stronger than ever. His attention shifted to her as she tilted her head a little.

"Good day, miss," he said carefully, knowing not to say her name for she was still a wanted criminal, she had already seen at least one wanted poster of herself. "Follow me, please." She nodded to him and they set off towards the lifts. Everyone's gazes were suspicious of them but she didn't care, she was on a mission.

Yaxley led her through the Ministry until they reached a dark, empty corridor. Sira hadn't seen anyone in a while, it was like this section of the building wasn't used or was rarely used. He soon came to a halt and she did the same as she looked at him, her eyes serious and determined. "So what's the plan?" she asked in barely a whisper. He gave her a shocked look as if he didn't know what she was talking about. "You do have a plan, right?"

"No, I thought that you had a plan," he stated flatly. "He told me that you would be leading this mission."

"He never told me anything about me leading the mission," she growled softly as her eyes filled with her agitation, "but here's what we'll do. Let's try to find anyone that could help us from the Death Eaters. Do you know of any here?"

"Yes," he stated proudly, "Macnair is here today."

"Good, go get him as I form a plan," she said in a soft hiss. "It won't take long."

Her mind raced as she leaned up against the wall, lost in trying to form a plan. All she could think of was getting a meeting with the Minister… alone. She didn't know how to get the meeting or how to get him alone but she was sure that it was what she had to do. Soon, she heard footsteps and her head snapped to the source of the sound. Yaxley and Macnair were heading to her. "Yaxley," she said quickly, "do you think that we could set up a meeting with the Minister?" Confusion filled both men's eyes; they looked at her like she was insane.

"It would be extremely difficult," he stated, showing no emotion. She raised her chin in the air and started to walk away from them. They were baffled by her behavior; she was acting like there was no danger at all to this.

"Give me a half of an hour, if I don't come back here in that time or you do not hear news of my success," she called to them as she walked away, "expect the worst and complete the task without me." She vanished into the darkest part of the corridor while Yaxley and Macnair exchanged glances. Then, a cackle of dark laughter broke through the murkiness.

"How may I help you, miss?" a young man at a desk she stood before asked. She looked at him, studying him. He had black hair and hazel eye and, most importantly, didn't seem to recognize her. A sweet smile formed on her lips as her eyes softened.

"Yes, I would like to speak with the Minister of Magic," she said politely, trying to seem as thoughtful as possible.

"I'm sorry but the Minister isn't meeting with anyone today," he said monotonously. "You'll have to come back tomorrow." She nodded her head and walked to the side of his desk and then sat on the edge of it as she crossed her legs. He watched her, unable to hide the sudden desire for her that shone in his eyes. He was fairly handsome, which made this easy for her.

"Are you sure that there's nothing you can do for me?" she asked as she touched his face. He flinched with her touch, as if it burned, and then relaxed into it. Her smile grew wider; she had him right where she wanted him. "This is very, very important." His hand reached for her knee, pausing a bit before it touched her as if he was afraid that she would jerk away. She didn't move and allowed him to touch her.

"I'll see what I can do," he breathed as he stood. She continued to smile at him as she fluttered her eyelashes as he raced away from her, obviously not wanting to keep her waiting. She slid off the desk, impressed with herself for accomplishing such a feat in such a quick time. Before she knew it, the young man was back and had a smile on his face. She tilted her head down a little and looked up at him, all to see the desire flare brighter in his eyes.

"He'll see you now; miss, if you'll follow me." She nodded and walked with the man down the hall he had just came from, constantly gazing at him with a false longing in her eyes. He was always looking at her, as if baffled by her. She could see his wanting for her in his eyes and she could see his puzzlement with her. He didn't know what to think about her.

"Here we are," he said once they reached a large door, which he opened for her. She gave him a small bow as a thank you and walked into the office. She saw him instantly, the Minister of Magic, Rufus Scrimgeour. He looked up at her as she walked towards the desk he was sitting behind.

"Sit down please, miss," he said as he motioned to a chair to the right of her. No one else was in the office. How lucky can I get? She asked herself as she fought the oncoming urge to smile. "Now, what did you need to discuss with me?"

"I need to discuss the Death Eaters with you, Minister," she said quickly, making herself sound nervous for his well-being. "There is a plot out, a plot that would overthrow the Ministry and bring it to its knees and allow the Dark Lord to be in complete and total control of it." He studied her as she spoke. To him, her voice sounded familiar and the parts of her face, that he could see, seemed familiar as well.

"I'm glad that you have informed me of this, miss," he said as he tried to hide the suspicion in his voice, "but where did you get your information?"

"I would rather not say," she mumbled as she dropped her eyes, shielding even more of her face. She sensed that he was trying to figure out who she was. Her hand slowly reached for and drew her wand.

"If you won't tell me where you got your information, then can you please remove your hat?" he asked but it sounded, to her, more like an order. She did as she was told and removed it slowly and then looked him directly in the eye. "Sira Volkov," he growled as he recognized her instantly. Do it now! Something within her screamed.

"Avada Kedavra!" she barked as she aimed her want at his heart. There was a burst of green light and then the Minister fell to the floor behind his desk. Time to go! The voice within her cried. She turned as she put her hat back on and raced out of the office. She burst through the doors, running through the crowd of people just outside of it and sprinted back the way she had come. A cry welled up in the air. They knew what had happened.

"STOP HER! STOP THE ASSASIN!" a deep, male voice bellowed but it didn't slow her down. Everybody was closing in on her, trying to capture her, but she was too quick for them.

A shot of pain went up her arm as she skidded to stop. The hall was a dead end. "Stay where you are!" someone barked at her. Fear filled her as her mind raced to find a solution. She was trapped and she was about to be captured. If she didn't act fast, she would be sent back to Azkaban. She turned to her would-be capturers and smiled at them, knowing what she had to do. With a crack, she vanished from the spot.

Sira appeared in the chaos of the Death Eater attack on the Order of the Phoenix in attempt to capture Harry Potter at a wedding. Flashes of light filled the air as she rushed into the fray, throwing her hat off her head as she ran. Tables were scattered everywhere and chairs were thrown aside as the fighting soon became more vicious. Harry wasn't there anymore; at least, she didn't think he was.

Nymphadora Tonks defeated the Death Eater she was dueling and raced to Sira, not knowing who she was charging at. "Hello, Tonks," Sira said politely as if she was talking to an old friend… well, she was talking to an old friend. "It's nice to see you again." Tonks glared at her and sent a stunning spell in her direction, aimed perfectly at her heart. Sira dodged it easily. "I heard that you and Remus are married now, is this true?" Tonks' eyes filled with her rage.

"Don't you mock him, Volkov!" she barked. "We used to care about you!" Sira let out a little laugh, a little, cruel laugh, as she shot a spell at Tonks, her wand flashing like a sword.

"I'm not mocking anyone," she hissed back. "I'm just congratulating you." This comment made Tonks furious and every move she made showed her anger. Her battle became fiercer and Sira could barely keep up. They fought harder than any other person there. Tonks wanted Sira dead, she had done so much wrong and she never changed her way even though she could. She hated her for that; she hated her for making everyone suffer.

"Fall back!" someone shouted but Tonks didn't stop fighting, nor did anyone else, Order member or Death Eater. The Death Eaters were gaining the upper hand, it wasn't much of an advantage but it was one. Then, Sira saw the chance to defeat Tonks. She was distracted.

"Stupefy!" Sira barked as Tonks' eyes grew wide and she was sent flying back a few feet. She hit a fallen table and Sira turned to see all the other Order members looking at her as they continued their duels.

Suddenly, she felt the tip of a wand underneath her chin, digging into her flesh as someone held her still. Her hands wrapped around her attacker's wrist as she threw her head back, breathing hard. Only one thought went through her mind, if she died right here, right now, what would Scabior do without her? "Sira Volkov," her attacker whispered into her ear, his voice low and dangerous, "the murderer of so many and the destroyer of all lives, how nice it is to finally meet you. I've heard much about you, they say you shouldn't be trusted. They say you would kill anyone you laid eyes upon. Only, all I see is a helpless girl with a wand at her throat, not a dangerous killer."

"All you Order members are the same," she hissed coldly as she struggled against his grip, "all you believe is that you can change me."

"Not anymore, Miss Volkov," he laughed, a bloodlust flaring in his voice. "Not after you killed your friend. We no longer see you as a harmless girl who has made many mistakes. We see you for who you are. A vicious, cold-blooded killer."

"Good," she spat, "I might as well be what everyone thinks I am!" Her blue eyes filled with her rage. "So are you going to take me from this world? Are you going to my life?" He let out a merciless laugh.

"No, but I might as well," he growled into her ear as she fought his grip again, testing him. "It would be so easy." Then, a jet of light, a stunning spell, which was aimed and intended for her, hit her attacker. She was released from his grip when he fell to the ground and she sprinted towards the chaos. As she reached them, the Order members started to disappear with soft pops. She locked eyes with Remus Lupin just before he disappeared with his still-stunned wife. The look in his eyes said that he was angry with her for what she did but it seemed to her that everybody hated her. She didn't care.

Soon, all of the Order members were gone and only Death Eaters remained. She let out a sigh as she pulled a chair out of a pile of wreckage and sat down on it, crossing her legs as she looked at her fellow Death Eaters. "Well," she exhaled, "what to do now? There's no one to fight and the Ministry has fallen." They gave her puzzled looks, as if they thought that she was truly insane. "So, are we going to just stay here or are were going home? We had a successful night, I'm pretty sure our job is done and there's not much more that could be done, except for finding the Potter boy."

"We already sent two of our own after him," the familiar voice of Mulciber said flatly.

"Good," she stated as she stood from her seat. She walked away from all of them as if she was the leader of them and she picked up her hat when she reached it. The Death Eaters were baffled by her; she didn't care what anyone thought of her for she only cared about what she thought of herself. Now, she thought that she had finally healed from the wounds that Sirius had left her. Of course, sometimes they would reopen but Scabior would always be there to tend to them, to heal her and it was all she needed.