Sirius grimaced. "She's not surfacing much these days. She's an instant target for any Auror." Not that it meant she wasn't about. Probably had Narcissa looking out for her, with would never stop annoying Sirius. Narcissa was a pureblood snobbish twit, but she wasn't outright evil like Bellatrix. How she could stand her own sister, Sirius had no idea.
"I'm not going to help hand you over to him, you know. Or try to get you tossed in Azkaban. You did some fucked up shite, Reggie, but you're not the only one and loads of the prats who did worse are still waltzing about. You don't have to be a hero, but you can help. And if that's what you want to do, I'll let you. Just don't expect me to hand over the savior of the wizarding world and my best mate's son on a platter without watching his back, either. Your way will get a listen, but you're going to have to compromise a bit too." Sirius smiled thinly. He was aware that compromise was not something anyone in the Black family excelled at. They joined causes or ran off with muggleborns or became the picture of pureblood society. None of them really did anything by halves. Not even Regulus, given he'd faked his own death and run off.