Chapter Ninety-Three
Would He Save You?
Just because everything's changing
Doesn't mean it's never been this way before
All you can do is try to know who your friends are
As you head off to the war
(The Call - Regina Spektor)May 7th, 1979 - Earlier that DaySirius did not trust the information, but Moody had insisted that they find a proper
spy for the Order, someone who could be trusted by Voldemort and the Death Eaters. It
left few options, considering that recruiting for the Dark Lord had come to a halt, at least
in Britain. So when Wilkes—a known Death Eater—came to Dumbledore seeking
sanctuary and safety from his fellows, the Order welcomed him. Despite the Legilimency
and Veritaserum-fuelled interrogations, Sirius did not trust Wilkes in the slightest. Once a
Death Eater, always a Death Eater he told them all. Moody almost seemed a bit hesitant,
but he claimed that an idiot like Wilkes could not fight off both an invasion of his mind as
well as a truth serum.
Sirius wondered why they were willing to put their lives into Wilkes's hands if he
was such a bloody idiot.
"Calm down there, Black. You look a little too eager to get in there."
Sirius ignored Kingsley, his attention set on the small, unassuming building. The
lack of an obvious threat only made him more anxious. "I don't trust Wilkes. I know the
intel says that he's defected, but I think we're putting a lot at risk right now just on the
word of a supposed former Death Eater."
"At least the associates he's supposed to be meeting tonight aren't marked,"
Kingsley offered, always the one to attempt to paint a silver lining around the many clouds
of this war. Each one so eager to piss rain on the whole lot of them.
Already, within the year, they had lost five Aurors in the fight. Caradoc Dearborn
had gone missing two months earlier when he was attacked alongside Dedalus Diggle and
Sturgis Podmore—both of whom were still recovering at St Mungo's. There had been no