Summary
"Albus-" he froze. "You're not Albus." The man - Sirius Black, his mind supplied - was holding a wand out and looked to be moments away from using it. Behind Sirius was a whole group of people. Some he recognized, others he didn't. Most of them were dead. "What are you doing here, Malfoy?" Sirius demanded. "Did your father send you here to do his dirty work?"