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Chï¿½teau Sombre	By : Kimmimaru Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Sirius/Lucius Views: 6489 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter One: In the darkness

The darkness pressed in on him from all directions, it was as if he had been wrapped up in a blanket. It was suffocating and made his chest burn but he sat still and made no sound, even when something scurried over his hand. He had no idea just how much time had passed, for all he knew it could have been a hundred years. He sat in the cloying darkness and tried to concentrate on the faces of his friends, the only people in the world who truly cared about him. When the light appeared he flinched from it, covering his burning eyes with a hiss of air through his teeth. Footsteps sounded on the stone staircase, he heard the familiar regular gait of the man who had put him in fetters and he felt a surge of violent fury. How dare he be treated like a common slave! How dare anyone imprison him, Sirius Orion Black! The feet drew closer and he slowly moved his hand from his eyes, he blinked rapidly to adjust his vision as a shadow appeared at the gate, it was unlocked and the figure stepped inside. “Welcome, Sirius, to Malfoy Manor.” Lucius’ soft voice drifted from the shadows, he bent and placed the candle he was holding on the ground as he moved forward to inspect his prisoner. “And how are we faring this fine evening?”

Sirius looked around the dungeon. “I have stayed in better establishments, I admit. It’s full of spiders and rats; I intend to make a formal complaint with the owner.”

Malfoy chuckled and leaned forward, his face a mask of politeness. “You still have yet to learn when to hold that vile tongue of yours, Black.”

Sirius sneered arrogantly. “I will when you stop this insanity and release me! I may be a Blood-traitor but my blood is purer than yours by far. I am the heir to the Black name and you would be wise to release me before someone starts searching for me!”

“Oh Black, no one will be looking for you.” Malfoy reached out and grabbed Sirius’ face by the chin, he forced their eyes to meet and his smile was evil. “Who would bother looking for you?”

Sirius scoffed. “I have friends, Malfoy, friends who will miss me and the teachers at Hogwarts aren’t going to sit around on their arses. I’m actually very popular.”

“You must be under some form of delusion, Black…I suspect your ‘friends’ were merely with you out of pity. Now that you are no longer around to drag them down they will slowly forget about you, the teachers are more concerned by their other charges. Who will mourn a filthy blood-traitor brat? Who would bother expending valuable resources searching for a mad delinquent pureblood? If someone does come looking then we will simply show them that you were not as strong as you made out, we will show them all a reformed Sirius Black.”

Sirius went quiet, his words drying up in his mouth. Doubts began to creep into his mind as Malfoy’s voice played upon his insecurities. “R-Reformed?” He managed to force the words out through his lips, they appeared to have gone numb.

“Yes, your family are very concerned with you…your cousins especially. We have decided to ensure that you place your feet upon the right path.”

Sirius yanked his head away from Malfoy’s cold hand. “I’ll die before joining you!” He spat, fury flaring red hot in his chest.

“There will be resistance at first, we expected this but soon you will be singing a different song.” Lucius stood and picked up his candle, he paused as he reached the bottom of the stairs. “Do not forget, Black, no one knows you are here. We have plenty of time to make you see the error of your ways. No one will come for you; did you not know that no one loves you? They never will. Good night, cousin.”

Sirius watched Lucius take the light with him as he locked the gate and left him in utter darkness, he scrunched himself up, attempting to keep warm as he fell onto his side and lay still. His eyes were wide as he gazed into the pitch dark. Was it true? Were his friends only friends because they pitied him? He shivered at the thought and closed his eyes tightly. No. No surely Remus’ affection was genuine, surely James’ smile was real…surely Malfoy was lying…surely…?

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The wind tugged at Remus’ robes as he traipsed listlessly across the grounds, the green houses loomed from the grey mist that surrounded the castle. He reached them and was greeted by a large crowd of students all gazing at him curiously, their eyes bright in the winter gloom. One girl stepped forward. “Lupin, is it true?”

“Is what true?” He replied suspiciously, he shifted his bag on his shoulder as he moved his feet.

“That Black’s disappeared?” She said, leaning forward eagerly. Remus could feel others listening closely.

“It is true.” A fellow Gryffindor said abruptly, he watched Remus carefully. “He hasn’t been near the common room for three days now; we haven’t seen hide nor hair of him.”

“What happened?” the girl, who was a Hufflepuff, asked.

“Some people say he was kidnapped by Death Eaters but I think that’s utter rubbish, I reckon he ran off.” The Gryffindor said with a shrug. “He runs off quite a bit from what I’ve heard from his brother.”

“Where would he go and why?”

“He’s a spoilt brat isn’t he? He’s a Black, they’re all insane. Doubt he’d need a reason, to be perfectly honest it’s not a big deal. He’ll be back soon enough with his tail between his legs.”

Remus glared at the boy who had spoken. “I would shut my mouth if I were you, Cooper.” He said angrily.

Cooper shrugged, arms folded across his chest. “You might be his friend, Lupin, but not all of us are as taken in by him. He acts like the world owes him, he’s from a prominent, rich family and all he ever does is moan. How many people would kill to be in his position? He can have whatever he wants, whenever he wants and I bet he’s got some posh mansion somewhere in the country. He’s arrogant and his pranks are just plain twisted.”

“You don’t even know him!” Remus snapped furiously, his fingers tightened into fists. “He’s a good, loyal friend and he has more reason to complain than most. Stop allowing this jealousy to cloud your judgement.”

“It’s alright for you to say these things; you’ve never been on the receiving end of his pranks before!” Someone else said, another Hufflepuff.

Remus rounded on him. “I have, many times and they are done in good humour. Stop penalising someone you don’t even know.”

“What’s going on here then?”

Remus turned and was relieved to see James stood at his shoulder, Peter stood nervously in his shadow. Everyone spotted James and began to look discomfited, everyone liked James Potter, Remus doubted anyone would have the guts to argue with him for fear of ostracising themselves and making them the target for some extremely nasty pranks.

“We were just wandering what happened to Black?” The Hufflepuff girl said, she gazed at James with unabashed awe. She lifted a hand and tucked hair behind her ear as James’ eyes landed on her.

“He’s gone home, family emergency.” James said, lying with a casual ease that astounded Remus. “You know, you shouldn’t talk behind people’s backs, it’s not nice.” That made silence fall, everyone began shuffling their feet and avoiding James’ sharp gaze guiltily. James leaned against the wall of the Green House and yawned, Remus knew he wasn’t sleeping properly…he himself was kept awake wondering and hoping.

Where was Sirius? Was he safe? Had they hurt him? He shivered as those questions passed through his mind, he felt so helpless and had no idea how he could help in the search. Sirius, hurry and come home to us. He thought sadly as the students began trailing into the Green House at the arrival of their professor.

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Sirius had found a sharp shard of metal on the cold stone floor, he had been given blankets which he had turned into a nest for himself, not that it did much good to keep out the cold but it was better than nothing. He lay in his nest and scratched absently at the rock of the floor, he engraved his name and the names of his friends, each time bringing up their faces in his mind’s eye. It was difficult to write in total darkness but he gave it his best shot, it took his mind from the seriousness of his predicament. He felt as if he was stuck in some kind of no-place, where time was meaningless and the darkness was all there was. It was as if his life at Hogwarts had been a happy, blissful dream and he had now woken to find that reality had closed in about him. He woke most nights with his heart hammering in his chest as he wondered where he was, how he had got there and he was plagued by the constant feeling of suffocation as the tiniest noises became unbearable. A rat skittered somewhere close by, Sirius jumped, and turned his head to where he thought the sound had come from. Their squeaks were like nails in his ears and he covered them, somewhere water dripped continuously in a steady monotonous sound that threatened to make him go insane. He was soon curled up with hands pressed to his ears as he shivered with cold.

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“He’s asleep.” Lucius whispered to the two men at his back. “Knock him out and bring him upstairs, we must get him cleaned up and sanitary for our distinguished visitors.”

Narcissa was sat in the drawing room before the great roaring fire, she sipped tea from her delicate bone-china cup as a house elf re-filled that of her sisters. “Cissy, how are you this evening?” Bella asked with a wicked smile.

“As well as I can be when my husband spends more time with a prisoner than me.” She sighed and gazed into her cup as she turned it on its saucer. “Bella…I have concerns about keeping Sirius here, what does the Dark Lord want with him? Why can he not be returned to the school where he belongs? It is dangerous to take him from the very claws of that Dumbledore.”

“I understand, Cissy, but I have never questioned the Dark Lord’s wishes. I believe that removing our dear Sirius from that Mudblood-lover will do him the world of good, without the influence of his so called friends and all those pathetic teachers we can hopefully put him back upon the right path and this ridiculous rebellion will be over.” She paused and sipped her tea, her dark beautiful eyes lingering upon the flames in the hearth.

“This is perfectly true, Bella.” Narcissa had to agree, if they could make their cousin see the error of his ways they would be able to ease their Aunts mind and restore family honour. She could see the logic in this but why was the Dark Lord so interested in meeting the boy? Why had he ordered Lucius to make him ready so he may see him? She shook her head absently and held out her empty cup, she didn’t even look at the house elf as it silently poured her tea. “I suppose that Aunty Walburga could have him home schooled again, it would solve many issues.”

“I’ve always hoped that Regulus would have at least some small influence on him, but it seems I overestimated the child’s abilities to sway his brother.” Bellatrix sighed softly. “He is a weakness, that one…oh don’t get me wrong, Sirius is a fool and far too stubborn for his own good, but Regulus is too easily led. Too easily manipulated…”

“Yes…I remember your wedding, Sirius managed to somehow get Regulus to blow up the cake.” She shook her head disapprovingly. “Walburga had said many times that although Regulus did things it was Sirius who manipulated him into it, that boy has a way with words that could be used to great potential…he is also rather fond of violence. If the Dark Lord wishes to recruit him he should be warned how unpredictable and rebellious he can be.”

Bella nodded absently, raking long nails through her dark hair. “Yes, but Sirius, for all his numerous faults, has much talent…we will see what the Dark Lord wishes of him.”

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Lucius bowed low to the tall, dark cloaked figure stood before his hearth. “My Lord, welcome to our home.” He said smoothly as he came out of his bow.

“It is a pleasure.” Voldemort’s high, cold voice issued from beneath his hood like the soft hissing of a serpent. “Where is the boy?”

“I will retrieve him, he is just now being made ready.”

“Excellent.”

A little while later Malfoy reappeared bearing the unconscious Black in his arms, gently he lay him at Voldemort’s feet and stood back. Sirius lay on the green rug before the fire, his pale face relaxed and turned to the side slightly. A wave of pitch black hair fell across his cheek and his clean, silver robes spread about him like a pool of shimmering water. “This is Sirius Black, My Lord.” Lucius said.

“He has all the proper traits, his blood shows through…such a prime example of a pureblood. It is a shame that he has sullied his pure hands with Mudblood’s and filth.” The Dark Lord gazed down at the boy, he was handsome with beautifully defined cheek bones and perfect skin. His lips were slightly parted as he breathed slowly, sunk deep in his enchanted dreams. “What is it you wish to do with him, Lucius?”

Lucius gazed down at his cousin, several possibilities passed through his mind but none of them should be spoken aloud. “It would be good to ensure he remembers who and what he is, we should begin training him for future recruitment.”

“Is he strong?”

“Yes, my Lord.”

“Then I shall leave his training to you; make his family aware of what you are doing. I am sure they are missing him greatly.” Voldemort smirked knowingly before sweeping out of the drawing room, two Death Eaters joined him as he strode to the door and he left the mansion.
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