@wolfstarmicrofic September 18, word count 571
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“What if I go ask father? He might be able to set something up,” Sirius chimed in the argument Remus and Regulus were having about how to lure Voldemort out into the open so they could plan their attack.
“It can’t hurt,” Remus allowed. “He’s been an asset so far.”
“No,” Regulus glowered. “He can’t be trusted, especially not with something as important as this.”
“You’re just sore because he never made you the heir,” Sirius scoffed. “Right, who votes I go see Orion?” He looked around their gathered group, all of them put their hands in the air apart from Regulus.
“Traitor,” Regulus glowered at James.
“Rorbey!” Sirius called, and a little pop alerted them to the elf’s arrival.
“Yes, Master Sirius,” The elf said, bowing.
“Is my father alone in the house?” He asked. Rorbey shook his head, his ears flapping slightly.
“No, Sir. Mistress is there,” Rorbey replied.
“Could you come back and get me when he’s alone?” Sirius asked. Rorbey nodded yes. “Great, thank you, Rorbey,” And the little elf vanished. “Well, that’s that then,” He grinned, clapping his hands together.
“Well, let’s hope, Father is more concerned about you than the Dark Lord,” Regulus scowled at Sirius and left the meeting, dragging his traitorous boyfriend behind him.
It wasn’t long before Rorbey was back and apparating Sirius into the main drawing room, where Orion sat reading the Prophet.
“Sirius!” He gasped, jumping to his feet and hugging his son tightly. “When you didn’t come after Rorbey had told you it was safe, I thought you wouldn’t come back,” Sirius could see the sadness in his father's eyes, and he tried to ignore it.
“I’m sorry, I would have if I could, but there wasn’t the opportunity to get away,” His explanation softened the blow some but withheld the vital information that he couldn’t share.
“Barty Crouch has changed his tune,” Orion changed the subject. “He seems less inclined to go out on the muggle hunts the others like to organise. He seems almost as though he doesn’t want to be a death eater any more,” Orion looked pointedly at his son.
“Wow, who’d have thought it,” He said, taking a leaf out of Regulus’s book and forcing his face into an unpenetrable mask. Orion sighed.
“Don’t shutter your face like that. You used to do that when you were trying to hide things from your Mother. I won’t ask anything, don’t worry, just don’t look at me with that blank face,” Orion's face fell as he pleaded with Sirius. Sirius let it crack a bit, and Orion’s smile returned. “There’s my handsome son. Now, why are you here?”
“We need to know how to get Voldemort away from his followers and out in the open,” He told his father. Orion blinked at him in shock.
“I’m not sure about that, son. Let me look into it, and I’ll send Rorbey to you with anything I come up with.”
“Rorbey, come here. Orion, where are you?” Walburga’s shrill voice broke the silence. Orion and Sirius jumped in their seats, Orion reacting first.
“Quick, use the floo,” Orion urged him, pushing him towards the fireplace and summoning the pouch of green floo powder. It took him a precious second to figure out where to go, but once he decided, he stepped into the fire, tossing the powder as he went and calling out the address of Peter’s flat.
