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Amore et Amicitia	By : Kimmimaru Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Sirius/James Views: 6685 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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AN: Yet another chapter! :O I'm on fire! Lol. Please enjoy and again, I love hearing what you think, it lets me know if I doing well and gives me a reason to continue writing other for my own self-satisfaction. :) In this one I have begun to seperate Sirius from his family, he is slowly coming to the realisation that perhaps his family is wrong to beleive what they beleive. As for this follow Canon, it will as far as their childhoods go, after that tho? I can't say, I'm still writing. :)

Chapter Ten: Leo et Serpens (Lion and Serpent)

Sirius sat on his bed and gazed at the wall where his banner had been placed with a permanent sticking charm, slowly he lifted his hand and touched the livid bruising that trailed his jaw. Two nights ago his uncle had left and Sirius had been at the mercy of his parents wrath, his father had cornered him in the Drawing room almost as soon as his uncle had closed the door. His memories of the following moments were hazy at best, at worst they were entirely absent. His body ached and shook violently, he had horrible marks covering his arms as he had tried to defend himself, his own screams of anger and pain echoed dimly in his ears.

... “No! Father! Please...”

“You deserve this and worse. Take that damned banner down or you will regret it! I want it burnt!”

“It’s stuck! I-I can’t take it down...”

Slowly, being careful not aggravate his wounds, he slid off the bed and bent to rummage beneath it. Slowly he withdrew a wooden box, he whispered a spell and the top popped open to reveal a stack of static muggle magazines, he had built his collection slowly, some he had asked for from his fellow students, others he had stolen from Muggle Newsagents. He rifled through them, tearing some pages out rapidly, in his chest his heart beat a nervous rhythm. As he worked he thought back to his words in answer to Lily’s question about what he believed in. Although he still wasn’t entirely sure, he was slowly gaining an insight into his own feelings on the matter. He had talked to and liked several of the Muggleborns he shared classes with, they were different to what he had expected and now he was becoming closer to James he was slowly learning what it meant to be a Bloodtraitor...the one question that circled his mind as he tore out images from the magazines was; Does Blood really matter?

Once he was finished it was early evening and he was sat in a pile of scattered paper, some torn beyond recognition, with shaking hands he picked up his wand and moved his desk away from the wall, slowly he set to work.

By the time he was finished he was feeling faint, he stepped backwards to admire his work. His walls were covered in posters, mostly concerning girls wearing scanty bikinis with vapid expressions on their faces as they draped themselves over shining machines: The Motorbike, Sirius’ one obsession from the Muggle world, they were large and shiny and he remembered hearing the roar of their engines through the streets of London. He shuddered and wrapped his arms around himself as he gazed at what he had done, he knew, deep in his soul that it was an expression of rebellion, a way of distinguishing himself from his despised family and their ideals of pure blood being the only thing of importance. Along with his posters and banner, Sirius had pinned up photographs of himself and his school friends, each one spanning the past year or more, in all he was smiling and looking happier than he had ever felt, it served as a reminder of why he was doing what he was doing and it shored his confidence, bringing with it a sort of stubborn pride and unbridled courage. He clenched his hands into fists at his side and lifted his head in an unconscious imitation of his most hated cousin, Bellatrix. “This is who I am.” He whispered into the empty, near darkness of his room. In its cage sat on his desk his Raven, Brennus, screeched and flapped his wings.

XXX

Sirius was asleep when he was woken by his stomach cramping horribly, he groaned and curled into a tight ball to help ease the pain. His mother had said that if he didn’t deem himself worthy of conforming to the family’s rules he was not worthy to eat at the same table, he was given food in his room, little more than stale bread and water, but he refused to show weakness. He would not cry or beg, not now, not ever. When the hunger cramp had passed he opened his eyes and gazed out across his bedroom, he was glad he only had a little while to go before returning to Hogwarts where he could eat to his hearts content. As he rolled over there was a knock at his door and he looked up as it opened, his heart clenched in terror as his mother stepped into the room, her eyes scanned the banner with disproval before she looked her eldest son over, then her eyes took in the latest addition to his walls and the air seemed to thicken and condense until Sirius could hardly take a breath. He forced his limbs to move, sitting up slowly so he could await her reaction. It was some minutes before Walburga turned on him, her silvery-grey eyes as hard as steel.

“What is the meaning of this, Sirius?” She asked in a low, controlled voice.

Sirius swallowed his terror and held his head up high, his eyes heavily lidded as he hid his fear. “It’s my room, I can decorate it as I wish. Regulus is allowed to display his house colours, why can’t I?”

“It is entirely different!” Walburga said firmly, she waved her hand at the half-naked girls and motorbikes. “You have defied us again Sirius, I am disappointed that you could not find it in yourself to squash these strange desires. Your obsession with Muggle pictures, and vehicles is disturbing and quite frankly I have had enough! You embarrass us in front of guests with your rebellious stubbornness, you cause arguments, you force your father to threaten to disown you! You are the heir to this family Sirius, if you do not shoulder your responsibilities you will find yourself in a difficult situation! Do not force my hand.”

Sirius looked at the decorated walls in silence for a moment. “I’ll keep them up I think. Not that I could take them down, even if I wanted to...” He lifted his wand. “Permanent sticking charm.”

Walburga’s face paled with fury, it radiated from her in potent waves and Sirius almost lost his will, his courage faltered and he had to force himself still as she towered above him. “How dare you stain this, the most ancient house, with your persistent rebellion! I raised you to know better, I raised you to be a good son, like your brother! Regulus has always been the good son, he, at least, cares what becomes of his family. How could you be so shallow and selfish? Regulus has never disappointed me, not like you! Sirius Orion Black, if you do not clean up your act we will think of a more suitable and binding punishment! When your father returns I shall have him deal with you.”

Sirius watched his mother leave him, the door was slammed shut behind her and he heard the lock click as she locked him inside. He gazed at the wall, her words ringing through his head. Regulus was the good son, he was better than Sirius, he was the one his parents loved and doted upon...it was always Regulus. A dark and bitter resentment flowed through him at the thoughts, he realised with a jolt, that he hated his brother for being better than him, he hated him for being kind to Kreacher so the old house elf treated him with respect, he hated him for following orders, for smiling and being loved by their parents. For two boys who shared so much in common, including physical looks, Sirius and Regulus were two completely different people.

He hung his head for a moment before standing up, he tested the door, shaking it slightly before pulling out his wand. He thought through all the spells he and James had learnt outside their school curriculum, he came up with a few possibilities and pointed his wand at the snake head handle. He whispered the word, there was a soft click and the door opened, Sirius grinned triumphantly before sticking on some warm clothes. He packed his stuff in a trunk hurriedly and released his raven. “Fly now, fly and find me again.” He whispered, stroking his head as he released him out the window. He watched the Raven disappear into the darkness, before closing the window and slipping out of his room.

He moved down the corridor and passed his brothers room where he paused for a second, he turned to face the door knowing that his brother was out visiting friends. He carefully pushed the door open and stepped inside. He hadn’t been in his brothers room for over a year and he was curious to see how much his brother had changed, slowly he walked inside and closed the door with barely a sound, then, keeping each foot fall as silent as possible began rummaging around. He found pictures of his brother and his fellow Slytherins, he found books, homework, notes and all the usual random things any Twelve year old would collect. Then he spotted a huge peice of cardboard, he dragged it out from behind his brothers desk and gazed at it for a full ten seconds before he realised what it was. Regulus was collecting news paper clippings, photographs and other paraphernalia to do with the order calling themselves the Death Eaters and their mysterious leader. Sirius had heard of them through Bella and Lucius, his mother wholeheartedly agreed with the Dark Lord’s agenda, she had even praised him for taking such measures where others would not. The fact that he was murdering countless muggles was inconsequential when his motives were, in Walburga Black’s mind, so pure. With a sickening swoop in his gut Sirius replaced the card where he had found it and rubbed his hands on his jeans, he got horrible chills down his spine as he considered what the discovery could possibly mean and the ramifications were so huge they almost eluded him entirely. With a violent shiver Sirius picked up his stuff and fled the room.

XXX

The city bustled around him, cars, trucks, bikes, people everywhere. Sirius had never been in the city alone before and he could feel the dread rise of panic, all he wanted was somewhere to sleep before he could return to Hogwarts again. He wasn’t running away, or at least, not for good, but he wanted to escape his father’s wrath, even if it meant fleeing. He knew that that summer would mean that he would be beaten to within an inch of his life, but he pushed the thought aside. Where could he go? He had no Muggle money and he didn’t know anyone else in London. He was alone, surrounded by strangers and it had begun to snow. He walked down streets and past houses, ignoring everything around him, his luggage began to weigh him down as he dragged it behind him, people glanced curiously at him before passing him by and he was grateful that they ignored him. He knew he would be unable to use any magic, he still had the trace on him and so long as he was away from a Magical home he would be easily picked up and forced to return to his house, he didn’t want that to happen.

It was so cold his fingers went numb and his feet felt like blocks of ice inside his heavy boots. He shivered as he finally found a park with benches in, he dragged his trunk over to it and sat down with a sigh that turned into steam as it left his lips, his body ached and his stomach cramped with hunger, he wore only fingerless gloves as he had no others. His coat was thick and warm and he had had the sense to put on a scarf and hat before leaving but he could still feel the sweat cooling beneath his clothes and it chilled him to the bone. He wrapped his coat tightly around himself and drew his knees to his chest, haltingly under his breath he began singing softly, a silly little lullaby but it comforted him somewhat as he let himself fall sideways and darkness dragged him down into her warm, comfortable embrace.

He was so cold when he woke that his shivers vibrated through his bench, his teeth chattered and the tips of his fingers were numb. He couldn’t uncurl himself from his position, in a desperate attempt to keep warm he tucked his hands beneath his arm pits and closed his eyes again, hoping that sleep would take him again so he could escape.

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The snow drifted down to cover the small body of the boy as he lay curled up on his bench, people paused as they passed him before shaking their heads and moving on, just another poor child kicked out of his house and left to fend for himself. Many people avoided him, perhaps he was a drug addict and would rob them at knife point if given the chance? Others appeared not to see him, when they looked around their eyes moved over the bench and child as if nothing was there, they all continued on their way without another thought or backwards glance.

Sirius finally awoke to realise that he could no longer feel his fingers, he sighed and pushed his legs off the bench, they screamed with agony but he forced them to move knowing that he had to find some way to get to Hogwarts.

It took him an inordinate amount of time but, finally, he managed to gather up his things and begin dragging his abnormally heavy trunk down the concrete path that spanned the park. As he walked, with his head bowed, he felt a horrible tickling sensation deep in his chest, he gave voice to a loud, rattling cough that ripped through his lungs, weakness suffused his limbs and he toppled forward, avoiding smashing his face by catching himself on his elbow. Agony tore through his arm and he whimpered softly, curling protectively around his arm as he waited for the pain to subside. He shuddered and went into another, violent coughing fit, he lay on his side in the middle of the path until the coughing subsided. Finally, with a massive wrench of will, he got his shaking legs beneath him and pushed himself onwards.

The streets teemed with life, but all of it seemed oddly grey and distant to Sirius as he made his way to Kings Cross station, he crossed roads without heeding the warning signs and gaining much animosity from drivers. He ignored it all, surrounded by an impenetrable fog of pain and cold, his legs moved seemingly of their own accord and his mind wandered down the strange paths of day dreams.

Before he knew it he was stood right before the barrier between platform nine and ten, he swayed where he stood, his brain reeling as he tried to remember why he was there. When he did he lifted a heavy arm and pressed his palm against the rough stone. It was impossibly solid. He had missed the Hogwarts Express. Shudders tore through him and he collapsed, falling to his knees and letting his body fall to the left so he was leaning against the barrier. He gazed with large, blank eyes at Platform nine as muggles wandered past him, trains came and went and everyone ignored the sad, pale boy sitting by the barrier.

Sirius had no idea how long he had sat there but something tugged at his mind and he looked up, he was so tired that his vision was blurred, but he finally managed to squint to focus on the face of a man in uniform.

“Boy, are you waiting for someone? If you are you can’t sit here.”

It took a moment for Sirius’ ears to hear what was being said to him but when they did he shook his head, unable to force his tongue to work.

“What are you doing here alone then?”

Sirius shook his head again and shuddered, his limbs hurt, his head pounded and he was numb to everything. He sank further down the wall, his vision going grey and finally darkness obliterated everything and he fell...

XXX

He came around again lying on along line of benches, it took him a moment to realise that he was burning. His body flushed with heat and he sat up, mumbling to himself as he began trying to remove his clothes, he stripped down to his t-shirt and underpants before standing and wandering off. Thinking was terribly difficult, his mind was numb and the tips of his fingers burned, he coughed violently and stumbled to his knees, he sat there for a while, gazing into space and ignoring the people who drifted past him. His eyes landed on a small alcove, rather like a built in dip in the wall. He crawled over to it and curled up into a ball, tucking in his arms close to his body and let his eyes fall closed.

XXX

He drifted in and out of consciousness, sometimes hovering in white fog with no form, others hearing distant voices and feeling pressure on his skin. None of it made any sense, it was little more than a blur.

“Patient is a John Doe, apparently between the ages of thirteen and sixteen. Suffering from Hypothermia stage three...”

“Begin Active Re-warming Immediately.”

...

“Mild frost bite on fingers, ears and feet...”

...

“Beginning Intravenous Fluids...”

...

“Nurse, look at these wounds...see that pattern?”

“...Looks like a belt was used on this poor boy.”

“Do we have a positive ID yet?”

“No, the only things that they found with him were an odd assortment of books, robes, what looked like old fashioned medical ingredients and this stick of wood...”

...

“How is he Doctor?”

“He will more than likely recover now, it was a close call. Mary, can you alert child services, there are some things they will want to see.”

...

“...You see this bruise here?”

“Yes.”

“It indicates severe trauma to the ribs, the impact is quite compact which makes me think he was hit with some kind of blunt object...A fist seems the likeliest scenario due to the imprint of what could be a ring on the fifth rib down.”

“I see, when will the patient be well enough to speak to us?”

“We don’t know. What also has us concerned is that we found evidence of sexual activity and in one so young it could indicate...”

“I see, we will make sure to speak with him.”

“We alerted the police and they are searching the records for any missing persons, for now all we can do is wait...”

Sirius’ eyes opened slowly, the world around him was awash in bright colour, it took him a while for his eyesight to correct but finally everything clarified. He felt something covering his face and when he lifted a hand and touched it he felt plastic beneath his fingers, he yanked the plastic thing off and forced himself upright. He was lying in a small, white room surrounded by other beds, when he looked down at himself he saw that he had lots of plastic tubing sticking from his arms and little circles attached to his chest, panic seared his insides. He tore the tubes away, leaving bloody spots across the pristine sheets, as his panic rose a strange machine beside him increased its beeping and somewhere an alarm went off. He pushed his legs over the side of the bed seeing bandages covering his feet and hands, ignoring it he slid to the floor, his legs barely holding him as he stumbled forward, nearly crashing into another bed. He had only a single thought; he had to get out of that hell hole.

Sirius reached the door but as he reached for the handle it was pushed open by several people wearing similar white uniforms, they looked at him and blinked before a woman gasped. “Go get Doctor Humfries!” She ordered another woman who scurried off. Sirius began backing away, his hand automatically reaching for his pocket where his wand normally was, with a jolt like lightning he realised they had taken it. He swallowed and looked around for an escape route, he found none. The nurse advanced on him slowly. “What are you doing out of bed, dear? You should be resting, you have been through a lot...come on now, go back.”

Sirius shook his head violently and suddenly lunged to the side, his feet slipping on the hard floor, he regained his balance and ran beneath the Nurses outstretched arms. He fled out the door, turning down a random corridor and running as fast as he could away from the horrible room. He didn’t get far before his chest began to burn painfully and he was forced to a halt, he bent double breathing heavily as his chest rattled in a disturbing way. He shook violently before collapsing against the wall as shouts and hurried footsteps caught up with him.
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