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Stone Thrones and Silver Linings	By : bedmitchell Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1478 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Stone Thrones & Silver Lining

Author: Abeille deVerte

Pair: Bill/Sirius, Harry/Lucius

Plot: Sirius Black tells the tale of how he defeated Voldemort. With help.

Rating: FRAO

Disclaimer: My name is NOT JK Rowling; if it was, I would be rich, brilliant, and selling my soul to Warner Bros. Since I’m not the first or last, I guess I’m not JK Rowling. Sorry folks!

Author’s Note: FLUFF WARNING!! This is a poorly written piece of tripe. However, if that doesn’t bother you, feel free to read on! Oh, yes! There is a surprise character in the middle of it all. Please don’t kill me for involving a child in this!!

***

Bill stood looking at the building, full of doubt, and not quite sure if he should have taken Ron’s advice on how to meet guys. After all, the git was dating Severus Snape. Harry’s advice was even less likely to sound appropriate: he was dating Lucius Malfoy! Besides, the Troll Tavern didn’t sound very pleasant. He shrugged, and entered anyway.

I was sitting in a corner behind the door when he walked in. Tall, muscular, lean, and downright hot. His red hair caught the wan light and reflected it like a hickory fire; his eyes roamed the room as if he were a wolf hunting his prey. I was instantly smitten. I attempted to meet his gaze, but failed; this only made my forming erection harder.

***

Bill perused the room, finding only one there that didn’t match the name in looks. As a lure, he specifically did *not* meet his eyes. Instead, he headed for the bar. “Bourbon, straight up.” He waited while the one in the corner climbed out of his seat and headed for him. The stranger looked like he was ready to pounce and shag him into the floor; that or eat him like a fresh-killed rabbit.

***

I sat down next to him. “Mind if I buy you a drink?” It was a long-shot, but worth a try. He accepted, letting me pay for his drink. We headed over to my table, and sat in silence. I decided to try small-talk. “Do you frequent this tavern, or is this your first time?” The man was silent, still.

Finally, he answered. “I came here on my brother’s recommendation. He found his lover here, and they’ve been together for almost a year. Perhaps you’ve met either of them: Ron Weasley and Sev Snape.” At this, the man from the tavern gawked. As the light hit his face, Bill realized who he had told. He hastily tried to cover his mistake, by adding “I promise I won’t tell you who your godson is currently seeing. You’d probably kill me, Black.”

So the stranger knew who I was. He was obviously a Weasley, he had said as much. The question was which one? “Mind if I ask your name, stranger?”

Bill smiled blithely. “Bill. I take it you know the rest.”

***

If I had known that Weasleys could shag like that, I would have pursued Arthur more. As it was, I had just spent the night exhausting myself like I hadn’t since first becoming an animagus. I turned and looked at the worn but fabulous face of Bill Weasley. After all these years, I was still a hopeless romantic, and prayed that this was not just another one-night-stand.

Bill feigned sleep for a bit more, quite aware that I was observing him in his “sleep.” Not wanting to spoil the moment, he moved into body. As he felt the arms curve around him, he snuggled in and opened his eyes. “Morning?”

“Morning,” I confirmed. “Do you want anything to eat? I could get us some breakfast.” At the dirty look Bill gave me, I guessed it was a “no.” I just pulled him tighter, and began to stroke his back gently. We stayed like that for a long time.

“Bill?” I asked him. “What are your feelings on relationships?”

“Why do you ask? You aren’t trying to tell me that this was just a one-night-stand, are you?” Bill was beginning to sound desperate.

“No,” I told him, “I’m not trying to get you out of my bed. I --"

Bill interrupted me. “Uh, Siri? This is *my* bed.” He looked rather sheepish, I thought.

“Right. As I was saying, I was asking in the case you were trying to do just that to *me*. I always hated it when I thought I’d met someone wonderful while drunk, only to find out --"

“Uh, Siri? You were DRUNK?? And you let me take advantage of you just like that? Thank you.” The last was said with an endearing grin fit for a weasel. Just like his name. I grinned at the thought. That earned me a punch on the chest.

***

Over the next couple of days, we mostly stayed in bed. Once a day, we would get up to bathe, play in the bath, and eat. I had heard rumours of bad things coming, but I forgot everything when I was with Bill. In hindsight, I wish that I hadn’t been so airheaded. It got both of us into a lot of trouble, and quickly.

When we received word that Voldemort was coming to get us, or rather me, we finally paid notice.

“What do your think we should do?” Bill was worried, very worried.

“I think that we should deal with this when it comes time. No use living in fear all the time.” I was never one to worry, even when I should have been.

There was a loud pounding on the door, just as we were finishing our meal. Sighing, I grabbed a house robe and covered up before answering.

Voldemort stood outside, while I answered the door. He had his wand ready to charm me into compliance. As I opened the door, he muttered: “Petrificus totalus!” I stiffened as the charm took action. The last thing I heard for a long time was Bill shouting “NO!! Siri!” After that, I blacked out.

***

I awoke on a stone floor, vaguely like the one I spent my time in Azkaban on. I slowly began to notice my surroundings. A piss pot, bars facing other cells, and a tray for food, I supposed. The remaining three walls were made of concrete, and probably enhanced by magic. As I looked out through the bars, I saw a lone figure across from me, with dull red hair, torn clothes, and the most desperate look I’d seen since I got out of Azkaban. Bill, I realized. He had his back to me as if he were tired of seeing me lie flat on my face.

I decided to let him know I was up. “Bill? Is something wrong?” I tried my best gentle voice.

He looked up from whatever he had been doing. “Siri? You’re up? Thank Merlin, you’re alive! I thought for sure he’d killed you. He --“

Then Volde came to see us. “He what, Mr. Weasley? Threw the two of you, still alive, down here to sit and think about your current predicament? Of course, what else would a generous and handsome man, such as myself, do? Surely you haven’t been poisoned by that drabble Dumbledore spouts about me being the Dark Lord. I am just an innocent former student spurned by an ingeniously evil Headmaster.” As we listened to this, he sounded almost convincing. That made me shudder. “Cold, Mr. Black? Why don’t the two of you come with me to the library? We could have a bite to eat, maybe some tea.”

Bill was obviously about to shout something rather unpleasant about Volde’s qualifications as a wizard, but I caught his eye before he said anything. I shook my head and responded to Voldemort myself. “We’d love to accompany you. Wouldn’t we, Bill?” I gave him my best “agree or you die look.” He nodded.

***

We went to his library. He gave us some tea, not poisoned. He then went on to try to convince us to join him and give him Harry. If we didn’t, he’d throw us back in the dungeon, and try once more. If we refused him a second time, he told us, he’d have us killed in front of Harry. How? Apparition after using a locator spell.

“So, will you join me and have all the greatness available in this life?” Voldemort had sounded more and more delusional with each sentence, but this definitely took the cake. However, I had the perfect plan.

“May we talk it over for a few minutes? Don’t worry; you’ll get your answer in short order.” He granted my request, and I motioned for Bill to follow me to a corner where we could talk in private.

“What do you think?” Bill’s eyes were shifting a lot. He looked really scared. “Should we take him up on his offer, or not?”

“I think that we should make him believe we accept his offer. However, we’ll need to warn Harry somehow.” I was already forming a plan; all I needed to do was find a way to execute it. “Come on, we better get started.”

We headed back to where Volde was waiting. “We accept. When do we start?” I looked around, and tried to act nonchalant. Apparently, I succeeded.

“Very well. You can start in two days, after you get settled in. How many rooms will you need?” At my response, he nodded. “One room will be made ready. In the meantime, why don’t you stay in the guest room?” He signaled for a Death Eater to escort us to our room for the night.

***

Once there, we took turns taking a shower. Or tried to. In the middle of mine, Bill walked in. Without a word, he stepped in; one moment, I was soaping up, and the next, I was flat on my back with a very aroused Bill shoving his tongue down my throat. He ran his hands down my body, touching everything exterior. When he had touched everything that he could in our current position, he came up for air.

Gasping, he opened his mouth to say something. I took the opportunity to reverse our places, and began what he had just finished doing to me. I was a little more methodical. After groping everything the sun had ever seen, I got up and finished soaping. Once thoroughly covered in bubbles, I turned to his back. He was soaping when he gasped. I entered his arse and began to thrust. He cried my name, multiple times. He begged me to go harder, to which I complied. While doing this, I reached around and grabbed his prick, and began to masturbate him. As I got closer to ejaculation, I jerked my hand harder and faster. Just as I climaxed, he came as well. I released him, and licked my hand. I pulled out of him and rinsed off. He looked at me like he’d never seen me before.

“That was bloody brilliant! I’ve never felt anything so amazing!” He stepped up to me and began to nuzzle my neck. I finished cleansing the both of us.

We dried off, and headed into our room. I asked him what he’d been about to say before I topped him. “I was going to say that I think we should finish our shower quickly and move to the bed.”

I gave him an appraising look. “Good idea, but let’s skip the bed, and get right to the shagging? I missed you while we were in the cells, you know. How long had I been out while down there?”

“Four days. I missed you, too. You were right: let’s skip the bed and get right to the shagging.”

I nodded. “One moment. I want to put these away.” I turned my back to him, an incident that I only briefly regretted. He tackled me and pulled away my towel. I felt his erection hard against my back, and sighed in pleasure. Bill laid a trail of kisses down me, and worked his fingers into me, loosening me up to accept him. I gasped loudly as he worked his way in. I don’t know where he got the lube from, but I was thankful he’d thought of it.

He worked in and out of me, sometimes hard and sometimes softly. He varied in speed and tension, until he came. When he did, he sighed with latent pleasure. He pulled out, and I rolled on to my side. He didn’t waste any time getting me on my sore backside, and made quick work of rolling the tip of me in his mouth. Bill gradually, as in centimetre by centimetre, took me in his mouth. Slowly sucking, he brought me to an end, and I came in his mouth. Swallowing, he grinned and got me a glass of water. I thanked him, and kissed him.

We spent the night in each other’s arms, thankful that Voldemort hadn’t taken the thing we loved above all else: each other.

***

“So, you two believe that you can trick me into telling you all my secrets on how I will get rid of that Potter brat, hm? Well you’re sadly mistaken. I have heard of too many former Dark Lords to fall for that one. However, if you two are truly intent on becoming one of my followers, I do have tasks for you to complete. The most important of these is to clean up after him.” Volde pointed to the small man attached by a silver chain to his throne. I’ve often wondered exactly who he was, but we were never to find out.

“That is to be all of your chores at this time. Perhaps in a few months you’ll get more. Oh, and do be careful. He likes to leave his presents hidden, and I for one do *not* like poo all over my nice shampooed carpet.”

We looked at each other, and began to work.

***

“So then what happened?! You can’t stop there!!”

“Oh, can’t I?” I swear, this kid is way too impatient for his own good. “James, you’re four. I’m closer to 54. I gotta take breaks sometimes, just like when your daddies make you take naps.”

“Yeah, but they only do that so they can nap too, to give me lil sisses and brothers!”

I smack my head. “Hold on, kid. I gotta at least get some water before I finish telling you about how we escaped to save your dad.” I get up and do just that, all the while trying not to choke on my drink at the thought of telling this poor kid that Harry and Lucius were actually sleeping to get another kid. Of course, he may be a little confused about that nap thing… I’m sure gonna get it if Harry ever finds out what I tell his kid while he’s out.

“So, where was I?”

“You were just saying that you…”

***

…looked at each other, and began to work.

***

Three months had passed since we began working to bring Voldemort down. We’d moved past cleaning up after his pet, and now worked as servers at the Death Eater meetings. Of course, we listened in all the time, never being ones to pass up an opportunity for information. We figured that we’d pass it on to Dumbledore – mind you, this was before it turned out that he really *was* evil. But anyway, we collected information to use against the Dark Lord later, all the while he thought we were just serving bread, cheese and wine!

In another two months, we were actively participating in the meetings, having won over all but Snape’s trust. Of course, we didn’t know that he was doing the same we were, and you father. Man, if we’d known that then, life would’ve been so much smoother! Instead, after three weekly meetings we were a part of, your father cornered us!

***

“Just what do you think you’re doing, Black? What are you playing at?” Malfoy – sorry, your father – had me up against a wall by the neck of my robe.

“What am *I* playing at? What are *you* playing at Malfoy? Does your precious Dark Lord know you’re shagging and sheltering the boy he’s looking for? Or are you just so spineless that you play both sides, hoping you won’t get caught in the crossfire?”

He smacked my head against the wall for that comment, not that I didn’t deserve it. “You fool! I’ve been working this strategy ever since that bastard killed James! I’m doing this for Harry as much as anyone else! You, on the other hand; you have no reason to be here, except to prove all those rumours correct – that you *are* an agent of evil! Severus and I have been planning this for years, now we have to take you and the Weasley into account!”

Bill tapped his shoulder. “Lucius, if you and Severus would please take the time to meet with us later? Perhaps we could get this all cleared up. And, if you would be so kind, would you let my lover off the wall?”

Your father nodded and did. We all met later that night at another tavern, Ron and your dad, as well.

***

“We kinda got kidnapped, really. He just showed up one day, petrified Siri here, threw us in a dungeon for four days, then tried to persuade us to help him all the while babbling about how Dumbledore was evil and someone called James Bond.” Bill managed to summarize our situation fairly well, I think.

“Well, he’s right on one account, Dumbledore is evil. He’s been molesting children for ages. He’s another one we’ve been observing. But you expect us to believe that you managed to convince Voldemort that you would work for him that easily?” Lucius was nothing if not condescending.

Severus, on the other hand… “Oh, come now, Lucius. You and I both know that Tom Riddle was a fool, and changing his name didn’t change that. Very well, here’s what we’ve been working on…”

We six spent the rest of the night discussing how to bring down Voldemort.

***

“Within a week, there was a raid on the lair. If it weren’t for our talk, Bill and I would have been charged with being Death Eaters along with everyone else. Instead, we were able to provide evidence against Voldemort and his followers.

“With the help of you dad and Uncle Ron, the Ministry was also able to bring down Dumbledore. That’s why when you get to Hogwarts, Headmistress McGonagall will be there to greet you.”

Lucius and Harry have just gotten back. “Well, kiddo, it looks like our time is up today.” I wink at the boy. “Just remember what we promised earlier, these stories are only for you. Your parents lived them; they don’t need to hear about it.”

“Goodbye, Grampa Siri!”

“Bye, James. See you tomorrow.”
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