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Saving Remus Lupin	By : AngelUpSideDownCake Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Remus/Sirius Views: 1503 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2
The Dining Room

High-pitched, pained wails reverberated off the stone floor and walls in the basement. Remus had his hand clutched to his chest, his heart beating a million miles an hour and a cold sweat across his face, down his back, all despite the frigid temperature of the room. What in the hell was going on? He wasn’t up for this. He was still too green. How could he possibly put up with being in the mother-fucking Death Eater’s lair?!
No, Remus reasoned, I’m trained for this. I can handle this. Desperately, Remus clung to that mantra as the screams faded into nothing. He didn’t want to know what kind of torture was happening in the room upstairs, but his heart went out to the poor girl whose voice still rang in his ears. Those bastards! I’ll stop them... somehow. Just three days.
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Sirius stood in his private room, the one he always stayed in when visiting Malfoy Manor. He felt sick, dirty, just... wrong. This is wrong. He shook his head. Of course it was wrong, he was hanging out with bloody Death Eaters! The smell of burning flesh still clung to his nostrils, Alecto’s screams still deafened him, her sweaty, grateful face still haunted him. Bellatrix... how could she? Sirius snorted. Oh, he knew exactly how she could. She knew that Sirius was not inclined towards females, sexually or romantically. Of course his mother and Bellatrix would conspire to marry him off.
“Oh, Sirius.” The voice came from behind him. He hadn’t heard the door open in his reverie.
“Bellatrix.” Sirius turned to face his cousin. “Surely you have been taught that it is polite to knock when entering a room.”
“Sirius,” a warning tone, “surely you don’t mean to insinuate that I must knock when entering rooms in my own sister’s home.”
“Well if you see something you don’t want to, that’s on you not me.”
“Oh please, you’ve nothing impressive or anything I haven’t seen before.”
“Classy, Bellatrix.” Whaapp! Sirius turned his cheek, the familiar sting of the back of Bellatrix’s hand reminding him of his youth.
“Do NOT smart-mouth me.” Her coal black eyes bored into him. “You do not seem pleased with Alecto.” Sirius couldn’t help himself. He knew better, but...
“You don’t say, cousin?” Whap! Whap! A metallic tang filled his mouth. Bellatrix had split his lip.
“Sirius, your insolence will not be tolerated. You will marry Alecto. You will bear children with Alecto. After that you may go about whatever filthy ways you desire. Until then,” Sirius felt the tip of Bellatrix’s wand underneath his chin, felt his face pulled toward hers, felt her dark unforgiving eyes burning into his own. “Watch your step. I will not hesitate to curse you Sirius, our kind needs your seed, not you.” The tip of her wand scraped his chin, she turned and walked out the door, leaving it open behind her.
To say that Sirius was angry was a gross understatement. Sirius positively boiled with anger. Without a word, the wizard pointed his wand at a trunk at the foot of the bed -- it exploded in a rain of splinters.
“Dobby,” Sirius hissed between clenched teeth. A tiny, green-grey creature popped into the room and bowed low, his nose nearly touching the polished wooden floor.
“Master is calling Dobby?”
“I’ve made a mess.”
“Yes, sir, Dobby is cleaning it, sir.”
“Very good.” Sirius turned from the house elf, satisfied with the way his cloak billowed behind him, and left the room. Voldemort had enjoyed the festivities of the earlier ceremony so much, he’d decided to wait until the morning to meet with Remus. Sirius thought that was just as well, as he intended to pay Remus a visit right then and there.
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With a creak, a blinding light flashed across the expanse of the dark room in the basement. Remus had to turn his eyes away, he was so accustomed to the dark.
“Who’s there? What do you want,” he spat.
“Wouldn’t you agree that you’re not really in a position to ask questions?” Sirius. Sirius had come back to... what? Gloat in Voldemort’s victory? Torture him? Remus couldn’t be sure. “If you must know, I’ve come to have a little chat.” Remus’ eyes were beginning to adjust to the light. One look at the dark-haired man and Remus could tell he’d been roughed up. His cheeks were swollen and there was blood on his lip where it had been split, some of it had dripped into the shadow on his chin.
“You’re looking a bit worse for wear, aren’t you? What? Didn’t do a good enough job dragging me down here?” Sirius ignored him. “Are you here alone? You are really fucking stupid if you are.”
“Now, now,” Sirius pointed the wand at Remus, “Let’s not get hasty. I’ve got a deal for you, friend.”
“I told you not to call me that.”
“I think I can change your mind.” Remus snorted.
“Unlikely. I hate all of you Death Eater scum. I heard the screams earlier! What were you doing to that poor girl?”
“Trust me when I say that girl was asking for it. Literally asking for it.”
“You’re a sick fuck, you know that?” Sirius sighed. Remus supposed he was going to get tired and start beating the shit out of him for kicks.
“I know.” It was a barely audible whisper.
“Pardon, some of us in here can’t hear you.”
“I said, I know.” Sirius let his eyes meet Remus’. “But, Remus, that girl really was asking for it. She was receiving the Dark Mark, that is what you heard.” There was a haunted look in his eyes. “I had to hold her down, Remus. She wanted it, but it still hurts, you still shake. He could do it without it hurting, oh, but he doesn’t. He doesn’t want to. He likes the screams.”
“So, what? You’re upset with yourself so you’ve come down here to complain to me? Well, guess what? I don’t really care to hear it.” Remus broke eye contact with the man.
“Remus, you don’t understand. I never wanted this. When you are raised by these people, it’s not about what you want. It’s never about what you want. It is about what is expected of you, but, Remus, I can’t do it anymore.”
“Yeah, so now playing Death Eater isn’t so fun and you want out of the game. What do you want me to do about that?”
“Remus, look at me.” Remus let his eyes slide over, despite himself. “I never wanted to be in this game, and, yes, I want out.”
“So go then.”
“I’m going to take you with me.” Remus really let out a laugh now.
“Oh you are, are you? And how are you going to pull that one off?” Sirius hesitated, and Remus knew that he had absolutely no idea.
“Haven’t the foggiest. Come on, though. You’ve got to want to get out of here. Haven’t you got any ideas?”
“Hmf. None I’d like to reveal to a wanker like you.”
“Remus, you wound me! We’re friends!”
“No,” Remus pointed a harsh glare at Sirius. “We are not friends. We will never be friends.” Remus thought his eyes were playing tricks on him, but they weren’t. That really was hurt in Sirius’ eyes. Honest-to-goodness hurt.
“What would it take for you to believe me?”
“A Time-Turner to go back and stop you from becoming a Death Eater, preferably.”
“Anything else, you smart arse?” Remus sighed. He didn’t know why, but he really felt like Sirius was being honest. He had to be sure, though.
“Why don’t you just disapparate us out of here?”
“Disappa- aha, ahaha!” For whatever reason, Sirius found this incredibly amusing. So amusing, in fact, that he was doubled over, both hands on his knees. “Oh Remus, blimey, that’s a good one. You don’t think that after the Dark Lord comes into headquarters that they might maybe, just maybe have some kind of anti-disapparation hexes up, or that maybe, just maybe the Dark Lord might -- oh, I don’t know -- keep track of who is disapparating or apparating in and out of his headquarters?” Remus felt daft. Of course something like that would be in place. He’d wanted the confirmation, though.
“Tell me why you want to get out of here so bad.” Sirius rolled his eyes. It was eery to see with his bruised and bloodied face and the shadows cast by the strange light of the lumos charm.
“Well, incase you haven’t noticed, they don’t exactly treat me well.” Sirius gestured towards his face.
“Yes, I got that much.”
“Also, they, uh, they want me to get married.” Remus snorted.
“Sounds like my girlfriend.”
“Yeah, well, it’s pretty fucked up, mate. I’m not, well, I’m not into her.”
“They want you to marry a girl you don’t love?”
“Love? They don’t care if I love her, they don’t even care if I like her. All they care about is blood purity and allegiance to the Dark Lord, and she’s got that in spades.”
“So find another pure-blood witch. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want you to be a Death Eater, but it just doesn’t add up.” Sirius gave a pained look.
“I don’t like any of the girls. Pure-blood, half-blood, it doesn’t matter. I’m only into blokes, alright. They want me to marry her, and, and, produce offspring with her like I’m some kind of breeding stock. I can’t go through with it.” Remus rolled his eyes.
“So torture and murder are fine, but the moment they want you to shag a girl you get cold feet?” Another flash of hurt in Sirius’ eyes. Either he was a good actor or he really meant what he said.
“I can’t tell you this enough, but I never wanted to be a Death Eater. I didn’t have a choice. They would have crucio’d me or imperius’d me -- whatever they had to do. It was just easier to give in.”
“That’s a piss-poor excuse if I ever heard one.”
“Well it’s the truth alright!” Sirius’ voice was rising in agitation. “I don’t want to do this and I’m trying to just get out of here and I thought you would have been happy about it, but maybe I should just leave you here!” Sirius’ breath was coming in ragged. He was well and truly angry about this. Remus’ eyes raked over the man before him. He was tall and well-built from what he could tell. Handsome... for a bloke, anyway, Remus thought to himself.
“Fine. I have a plan. I’m going to break out of here in three days. You need to keep me alive during that time, and, also you need to be the one that chases after me. Just you.” Sirius nodded.
“Yeah, deal.” Remus returned the nod.
“If it’s not too much, I’m starving.” The grin started on the right side of Sirius’ face before spreading to the left, a little lop sided, his white teeth showing clearly. Remus thought it was the most brilliant smile he’d ever seen.
“Yeah, alright, then. I’ll be back.” Sirius turned and left, leaving Remus with his thoughts again.
Well, I guess what happened at Hogwarts wasn’t just an experiment afterall, Remus thought to himself. He remembered the seventh-year student he’d fooled around with when he was in fifth fondly. It had only lasted a couple of weeks, until graduation that year. They’d gone their separate ways and Remus had met Dora after. Here and now, though, Remus was pretty sure he was starting to fancy Sirius Black.
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A whisper of a breath escaped Sirius’ lips as he gently shut and locked the door behind him. Convincing Remus had been a little more work than he’d anticipated. What plan could Remus possibly have that would require three days’ time? Sirius shook his head. Better not to think about it. The less he knew the better. He was good at keeping a straight face, but Bellatrix was even better at smelling out deceit.
Sirius crept along the walls to the kitchen. It was better if Dobby didn’t see where this food was going. As he walked, Sirius’ mind drifted to the man locked in the basement. Honey-brown eyes had bored into him, sought out the truth from him. There was such a wildness to them. Sirius couldn’t place it. He wanted to stare into those eyes all day until he found what made them so angry, so wild. However, Sirius’ gaze had strayed. He noticed the scar across Remus’ cheek, the way his hair had fallen over his brow, the way his lips formed a distinct downward sloping line, as if nothing Sirius could say or do would change that. Sirius wanted to know what that face would look like smiling, what it might look like when the man was in the throws of passion. Yes, Sirius thought that Remus might be an especially good-looking wizard. How had he never noticed at Hogwarts?
Sirius was at the kitchen before he’d realised it. The manor was deathly quiet, most of the guests having left and the remainder holed away in their private rooms. Sirius pushed open the swinging door.
“Dobby.”
“Master is calling Dobby, sir?” The elf appeared again, nose low to the ground. “Dobby is having completed cleaning the masters room, sir.” Sirius held back the knee-jerk reaction to thank the elf. He’d made the mistake before and sent the poor creature wailing in gratitude. No, Narcissa and Lucius would be very displeased if they thought their elf was being treated with respect, by family no less.
“I’m hungry Dobby. I would like some food.”
“Yes, sir, Dobby is getting you food, sir.” The elf disappeared with a pop and reappeared on the other side of the kitchen where Sirius watched him prepare a meal. It was a small salisbury steak, some potatoes and carrots. Another pop brought the elf back with the food. “Is master wanting some dessert as well, sir?”
“Just some water.” Another pop and Sirius was laden with food for Remus. With a flick of his wand, Sirius had the meal float infront of him as he walked back toward the basement.
Remus was more than hungry, he must have been ravenous. The moment Sirius set the plate infront of him, Remus tore into it, devouring it faster than Sirius had thought possible. It would have been rather amusing in any other circumstance.
“Thanks mate,” Remus said between bites. “Around this time I start to get positively starved.” Sirius raised a brow.
“What do you mean, ‘around this time’?” Remus didn’t skip a beat.
“Late.” Sirius nodded curtly. He knew dishonesty when he heard it.
“Well, you have a busy couple of days infront of you. I’ll try to make sure you live through them. Just... try not to think about three days from now.” Remus gave him a questioning glance has he chewed the last bite of food. “The Dark Lord has his ways, Remus. Do not think about your plan.” Remus nodded grimly. Seeing that he was finished, Sirius flicked his wand of the dishes and they again floated infront of him. “I’m relying on you, Remus.”
“Don’t get your knickers in a wad. I’ve got this.” Sirius smirked at the colorful comment.
“Happy to hear it.”
How on earth was Remus going to last three days? For that matter, how was Sirius?
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Remus felt more than heard the presence of the witches and wizards in the room. It must have been morning, or perhaps midday. Remus couldn’t be sure, with the basement room having no windows. Only moments ago, Remus had been sleeping, but he felt... something dark, some kind of dark power or energy or magic, just before the door opened. While the figures filling the room moved silently, Remus knew where the each were. Finally, the last figure entered the room.
“Hello, Remus.” The voice was high, but authoritative, and very cold. There was no doubt in Remus’ mind: this person was Lord Voldemort. “Lumos maxima.” Remus felt the words were for show. Somehow, he believed Voldemort could cast nearly any damn spell he wanted with hardly a flick of his wand. Light blossomed from the dark wizard’s wand and rose to the ceiling of the room, illuminating every corner. Several faces stood out around him, some were masked, but then there were others. Sirius was among them, a pale blond girl by her side. Remus figured this must be the girl they’d picked for him. She looked rather bullish if you asked Remus.
“I know what you’re here for, Voldemort,” the words rasped out of his throat. He was thirsty. Perhaps it was later than he’d thought. “You won’t get it from me. I’m not the person you are looking for.”
“Oh. is that so? Well, Remus, I’d like to believe you, really. However, I find that, I just can’t. Crucio!” Every fiber of every muscle in Remus’s body constricted at once, his back arched painfully, his fingers angled sharply, the pain was unbearable and the scream that raked across his throat was blood-curdling. It seemed to last forever, until it stopped. Then, it was as if it never happened. “Remus, you’re a smart man. You were nearly top in your class, beat out only by that mudblood Lily Evans, or, I suppose, she is Lily Potter now.” Remus’ chest heaved, whatever contents were left in his stomach were threatening to come up. The bile was already rising in his throat. “I know when someone is lying to me, Remus. You can tell me the truth and this will hurt much less. Crucio!”
Again, Remus felt his body curl in on itself, and, again, he could not help the screams. Another few moments and the pain was over, but Remus felt it would stay with him a lifetime. When the curse ended, Remus did vomit this time. All over the floor before him. Lord Voldemort seemed tied between disgust and delight. Remus cast his eyes over the crowd and noted that Sirius was unusually pale, but his features stayed in place.
“Tell me, Remus.”
“Sod off!”
“Crucio! Crucio! Crucio!” Remus writhed in pain as every nerve burst info flames, his screams louder than they’d been yet. Out of the corner of his eye, Remus saw the figure of Bellatrix, her normally pasty white face reddened and contorted. “You nasty, filthy little man! How dare you speak like that to the Dark Lord! Crucio!” The edges of Remus’ vision began to grow dark. He was very nearly on the verge of losing consciousness. Remus decided that at the moment that would not be a bad thing.
“Bellatrix, that is enough!” The pain left, as quickly as it went, a moment later his vision began to clear. Remus’ head was swimming. He could not concentrate on what was up or down. “Remus,” Voldemort’s voice again, “Are you ready to talk?” Remus rolled onto his side and dry heaved. The nausea racked his body.
“I’ve no idea,” Remus heaved again, “what you’re talking about, you knob.”
“Very well then.” Voldemort glanced around the room. “Somebody clean this mess up, then bring Remus upstairs. This game has bored me. We shall play another.”
“I’ll take care of it, My Lord.”
“Very well, Sirius.” Voldemort left first, then Bellatrix, then one-by-one the Death Eaters filed out behind until it was just Sirius and Remus alone as the light dimmed.
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“Remus,” Sirius very nearly whispered the name. Somehow, even though the Death Eaters had left the room, Sirius was afraid they’d hear him. Remus looked up at him in the dwindling light, looking far worse for wear. “Lumos. Remus, I’ve got to tell you, you’re bloody brilliant.”
“Well I feel like duff, and probably look much the same.” Remus laid his head down on the floor, not caring if he was in his own filth. Sirius whispered a cleansing spell, then bent down next to Remus.
“Here,” Sirius pulled out a cup from his robe. “Aguamenti.” Sirius held out the cup. Remus made no move to grab it. “Really, Remus, you’re going to make me do all the work here?”
“Sod off.” Sirius couldn’t help his grin.
“Come here, you pansy.” Sirius pulled the other wizard into a seated position against the wall and held the cup to his lips. Remus drank eagerly. “I’d help more, but if you’re in too good condition, he’ll suspect something.” The other man nodded his understanding.
“Sirius.”
“Yes, Remus?”
“When we are done here, I’m going to give you a good going over just to show you how much of a pansy I am.” However, Remus was smirking and Sirius knew that he didn’t mean it.
“Sure, Remus.”
“Really, I am. And, also, Sirius, thank you.”
“Don’t mention it.” Sirius sat down next to him and Remus leaned against him. The moment lasted only seconds, but it was longer than they had. Sirius knew that he had only moments more before they grew suspicious. “How are you holding up?”
“Just three days.”
“Only two after today.”
“Just two days.” Exhaustion was already clinging to Remus’ voice. How was he going to make it? Sirius looked down and saw Remus’ eyes very nearly closed, his eyelashes so close to his cheeks.
“I’m sorry, Remus. We have to go up.”
“I know.” Sirius stood first, then Remus tried to, but his legs wouldn’t hold his weight. The Cruciatus Curse had done one over on him. Sirius whispered a charm and there seemed to be some strength back in Remus’ legs. “How did you know that one? They didn’t teach that at Hogwarts.” Remus’ eyes were looking into his own, searching.
“First hand experience, I guess.” Remus looked away and Sirius wanted to know what he saw. “If you’ve got to know, I’ve been in your shoes a number of times. Though, more as a punishment then torture for information, really. Come on, we’ve got to get up there.”
It was slow going, but Sirius helped Remus to the top. It hurt him every step of the way, too. Remus’ plan needed to get kicked into gear fast.
“Black,” a nasally voice greeted just on the other side of the door.
“Snape.” Sirius stared down at the hook-nosed man before him. Though they’d been in the same House and Snape was only a year ahead of him, they never seemed to get along. There was just something about the other man’s personality that drove him crazy. Just for kicks, Sirius used to prank him all the time when they were in school. He still smiled at the memories.
“The Dark Lord grows weary. Surely it doesn’t take this long to clean up a prisoner and drag him up the stairs and down the hall.” Snape crossed his arms over his chest and stared down his nose, as if to accuse. Sirius thought the he’d make a scary as hell teacher if he ever became one.
“He kept going in and out of consciousness. I wanted to make sure he was nice and aware for what the Dark Lord has in store. Is that alright with you, Snape?” Sirius didn’t receive a response other than the billowing of Snape’s cloak as he turned around and went down the hall.
Once in the formal dining room, Sirius saw they’d moved the table from the far side of the room to the very middle. Lord Voldemort sat at the head.
“Ah, there is our guest of honor.” The dark wizard jerked his wand up and Remus flew forward on the very tips of his shoes, hovering above the ground, to come face to face with Voldemort. Sirius watched helplessly, careful to keep his face as neutral as possible. Another jerk of the wand and Remus hung upside down over the center of the table, his robes dangling above his head, the shirt he wore beneath them sliding down to his arm pits, exposing smooth skin, and a lean, toned abs. There was just the barest dusting of chest hair on the parts that Sirius could see. Damn, Sirius thought. Didn’t know he had all that going for him.
A presence to his left tore Sirius’ eyes away and toward Alecto. She had a smile on her face and was having trouble deciding whether to look at Sirius or the scene before her.
“Isn’t this exciting?” Her voice was just above a whisper, but still carried the same gushing tone she’d used the night before. Sirius merely nodded his head, feeling helpless as the blond grabbed his arm and held it against her. Infront of them, Remus had begun to breath heavily, spittle flying from his lips as he tried desperately not to scream as Voldemort used his wand to sear something into his skin. It was a battle he was doomed to lose. Sirius was all too familiar with the pain. Alecto made an excited gasp next to him as Remus finally gave way to his anguish.
“REMUS ANSWER ME!” Voldemort was shouting above Remus’ screams. “ADMIT YOU ARE THE SECRET KEEPER!” His wand moved away from Remus’ribs where he’d been carving the phrase ‘half-blood’, just under ‘blood-traitor’.
“Eat... slugs...” Remus ground this out between between huge gasps of air. Again, his screams were in the air. Sirius realised not for the first time that this would be the longest days of his life.
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