A MUGGLE VILLAGE

Time was slipping through Sage Fontaine's fingers, faster than sand through an hourglass.

Her days were spent either at the Lestranges' house or at the Malfoys' house, discussing their 'shared' hatred of muggleborns and muggles alike and planning various attacks against Order members and witches and wizards they saw as less than human.

Sage was lucky she could remember it all, in order to pass it on to Albus Dumbledore and Alastor Moody.

Before she knew it, December came, and James and Lily's wedding day was upon them; in a small, intimate ceremony that only their closest friends were invited to, the two lovers were wed.

It was the first time all of them were together outside of Sage's home. Of course, they were in a muggle village far from any prying wizarding eyes, and they had put up more wards than were necessary, but they were together.

And when Sage watched her best friend walk down the aisle, led by Remus, towards James, she couldn't help be thankful that, for the most part, they were all still alive.

The speeches given by their small group of friends made Sage, tipsy and feeling so loved, cackle at some parts and cry at others.

She watched James and Lily share their first dance, swaying along to Songbird by Fleetwood Mac, and she smiled softly as she felt Sirius wrap his arms around her waist.

She leaned back into his chest and rested her head on his shoulder. "Oi, Sirius?" She said in a whisper, so just the two of them could hear it.

He responded by pressing his lips to her temple.

"Maybe marriage isn't so bad." She told him, drunk but honest.

He sighed, breath fanning against her skin. "Maybe one day, love. But not now. We have plenty of time to get married and have a life together."

But time was running out. And neither of them knew it.

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