Sirius waved Remus off affectionately, pushing himself to his feet so that he could grab the pitcher of water and a cup. Taking them to the bedside, he poured cool water nearly to the brim before handing it over.

"Drink up buttercup."

Movements slow, Sirius reached into his pocket to pull out a nice cool chocolate bar, a banana and some neatly wrapped biscuits, still a little toasty.

"Figured you'd be hungry— need some water too?"

Sirius couldn't hold back his bark of laughter at that.

"You think *ANYONE* in their right minds gonna give either of us responsibility? They'd be daft to, and you know it."

Truly.
Give this mutt responsibility and he'd run rampant with it. Or set something on fire again.
Probably both.

"Oh darling, I'm not mocking the *badge*, I would *never*."

Oh he would ever.
He would ever and has ever.
Usually not in front of his dearest Moony, however.

"Oooh~ Mr Goody Prefect is actually a secret bad boy," Sirius waggled his brows tauntingly, a cheeky little grin on his lips.

"Your secrets (mostly) safe with us— after all, the *badge* has gotten us out of a couple binds."

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"He influenced himself, obviously," Sirius shook his head, feigning some sort of pity. "Poor thing."

"I'm happy to take the blame for that," Sirius snickered, gently elbowing James.

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Dark Lord chuckled and lowered his wand, gesturing for the girl to lead the way from the dining room.

glassy as he thought of his friends, broken and bloody, his fault. He couldn't let anything happen to them, and would do anything to protect them.

"There's a good girl. Now then— shall we discuss further what it is you'll be required to do for me?" The

dear?"

All the fight instantly deflated from Sirius' veins as everything ran cold. Panic flooded through his body again and he knew that he'd been beat. He could see it in that smug look in those dark eyes.

"Yes, my Lord," Sirius breathed, his grey eyes

they wouldn't, knew she would need a far better motivation than simply her own life. ". . .but not before I find your friends that you hold so very dear to your heart and destroy each and every one of them. You will 𝙗𝙚𝙜 me to kill you then, won't you my

question. Because if you 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩— if you 𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙡 me, 𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙨𝙚 me, you will die," he breathed, tipping the girl's head with the tip of his wand, still smiling. He could see the fight in her, could see that his words did not deter her, but he knew

the table to the stubborn and foolish young witch. He drew his wand from his sleeve and directed it at her, his cruel gaze locked on hers as he smiled still.
"You 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 fulfill the tasks asked of you and you 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 accept my mark, child. There is no