Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

Amore et Amicitia	By : Kimmimaru Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Sirius/James Views: 6685 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any characters or settings by JK Rowling. I make no profit from this story.

Chapter List
- 19
- 20
- 21
AN: Chapter contains (Kind of) Rape, child abuse...the usual. :p My stories are pretty messed up. I will once again point out my reasons for Sirius using the Unforgivable Curses; I believe that he would use them because of how much hatred he harbors for his family. He is the most ruthless Marauder and I am certain that he would have followed the Ministry's line during the first war of fighting fire with fire, even if his friends wouldn't.

Chapter Twenty: Tenebris Vocet (Darkness Beckons)

The next night Sirius was led down to the basement of the house, it was a large room and utterly empty. Lestrange was lounging in the corner, his eyes devouring Sirius hungrily. Bella pushed him to the centre of the room and gazed at him as he stood there, he clutched his wand tightly. “Now then Sirius, we will start with the obvious...” She turned to her husband and nodded her head. Rudolphus grinned and disappeared back up the stairs. “We will begin by teaching you the Unforgivable Curses.”

Sirius swallowed the lump in his throat and took a calming breath. “What will I practice on?” He asked just as the doors at the top of the stairs opened, he turned to see Lestrange carrying a box which he put on the floor, Sirius moved over to it curiously. The box was full of little white mice, they squeaked and squealed as they tried to clamber out but were prevented by an invisible barrier.

“First we will show you and tell you the incantation, then you will do it.” Bella lifted her wand and her husband levitated one of the mice from the box. It writhed in mid-air desperately, its loud squeaking echoed off the walls. Lestrange muttered a spell and the mouse grew to the size of a small dog. Sirius felt his palms begin to sweat. “Now the first one we will use is the Imperious Curse...Do you know what it does?”

Sirius rolled his shoulders. “It gives the caster utter control over the victim.” He breathed, his voice hoarse.

“Very good...ten points to Slytherin.” She laughed sharply. “Imperio!” She cried, and Sirius watched as the mouse went limp as it hung suspended in the air. After a second it twitched and began doing some rather amusing acrobatics, Sirius watched it fly over his head and spin like a top before it came to a rest before his eyes. “The next one is much more fun!” The glee in her voice made the hairs on the back Sirius’ neck stand on end and he had an unconscious snarl on his lips. “Crucio!” Sirius watched the Mouse suddenly begin to writhe horrible, its body contorting and twisting in a way that made his stomach churn. Its agony filled squealing reached such a pitch that Sirius covered his ears.

“Stop! Stop it!” He cried without thinking.

Bella laughed as she ended the spell. “Now, as with all Dark Magic to properly execute these spells Sirius you must mean them. To be able to truly gain control over another mind you must enjoy control, to be able to cause another being unending agony you must enjoy their pain! Do you understand?”

Sirius looked at the mouse which was shaking like a leaf, he swallowed down the urge to vomit. “Yes...Yes I do.” He breathed.

“Excellent. Then the final act...Avada Kedavra!” She screamed and bright vivid green light hit the over-large mouse and Sirius watched it fall gracelessly to the floor with a gut wrenching thud. “Death. The ultimate price...” Bella smiled and turned on him. “Now let’s see how truly powerful you are...if you can kill using the Avada Kedavra then we will know for certain if you’re strong or not.”

Lestrange lifted another mouse out of its box and Sirius lifted his wand, he felt violently sick but he had no other choice. “Imperio.” He whispered and felt the strangest sensation creep through him, he felt a connection to the mouse, it was tentative at first but as he realised that he could make it do whatever he wanted it got stronger. With a little prompting he made it do a small tap dance in the air before releasing the spell. He sighed. “That...that wasn’t so bad.” He murmured.

“You see? Control is useful, the power to make another living being obey is very thrilling...Now, the Cruciatus curse...”

Sirius felt his stomach twist and he held his breath. “C-Crucio...” He breathed and the mouse screamed once but then returned to normal. He frowned.

“You didn’t mean it, Sirius! Try imagining it’s someone you hate...”

Sirius sifted through the list of people he disliked but he found he didn’t really want to cause them so much pain...and then a face appeared in his mind’s eye. The face of a woman. His mother. Without another thought red light flashed from the tip of his wand and the mouse began squealing and writhing, Sirius’ face twisted as he saw his mother writhing on the floor before him. He giggled, the sound echoed off the walls and reached his ear through a fog that had descended, he stopped as he felt a shot of fear up his spine. He sounded insane. He cut the spell off with a gasp of fear and tumbled back a step, his eyes wide and staring as he gazed at the shivering white lump of the over-large mouse.

“Excellent Sirius!” Bella crooned happily, her husband was gazing at Sirius with a disturbing gleam in his blank eyes. “You’ve done so well, but now you have to finish what you started...kill it.”

Sirius swallowed, the mouse was lying on the floor and shivering violently. His hand shook where he still gripped his wand desperately.

“Go ahead Siri, kill it. It’s not hard...just two little words...” Sirius felt Bella kneeling behind him, she took his wand arm and lifted it so his wand was pointed at the helpless creature. “Avada- ”

“Avada Kedavra...” he muttered, but nothing happened, he felt Bella’s fingers tighten on his arm, he nails digging into his flesh until it was almost painful.

“Not good enough...concentrate!” She breathed in his ear.

“Bella...Please...don’t make me...”

“Do it! You have to.”

It’s only a mouse... He thought, but he still couldn’t rid himself of the image of his mother. The hate welled in his chest, he remembered...

“Mother, why aren’t I allowed to play outside?”

“Because there is filth out there Sirius, you know what those disgusting muggle’s would do to you if you left without an adult at your side.”

“But Mum, I want to play with the boys out there. I can hear them laughing and It’s boring here!”

“No Sirius!”

Walburga looked at her five year old son, his hair was neatly trimmed and he wore a little Victorian sailors outfit that was black with white and green collar. She hated the outfit but Alphard had given it to him and he wanted to wear it every day. “But...” Sirius was cut off as she grabbed him by his arm, he felt agony flash through him, it hurt so much he was almost sick as she pulled as hard as she could. He screamed.

“What have I told you about pestering me?!” She screamed and shook him until his head began to spin. “What have I told you?! Why do you insist on pushing me? You ungrateful little runt! I wish you had died at birth! It would make things easier! Your brother is such a good boy...”

“I wish you had died at brith!”

“...I wish...”

“...Died at birth...”

“WHY WON’T YOU DIE?!”

Fury rocketed through him, his hand shook violently as tears of fear and remembered pain spilled out down his cheeks. A desperate sob escaped him. “I HATE YOU!” He screamed. “Avada Kedavra!” Green light flashed from the tip of his wand, the force of the spell was so strong he felt the heat sear his face as it hit the mouse who went still. Sirius gasped in a breath before letting it out in a sob, tears continued to fall from his eyes, catching in his eyelashes and glittering like tiny gems. “I hate you...I hate you...I hate you all!” He muttered, still lost in long suppressed memories. Although his mother hadn’t told him she wished he was dead for a long time he could always hear her hissing it to him in the black of night, her voice, so full of hate and rage, haunted his dreams.

It took a good half hour before he became aware of his surroundings, he was lying curled on the dirty floor of the cellar and he could hear Bella’s soft voice.

“You did very well, Siri. Bella is so proud of you. That was indeed a powerful spell.”

Slowly he pushed himself onto all fours, wiping his eyes on his sleeve and sniffing slightly as he gazed around the dark room. Bella stood by her husband who was licking his lips hungrily as he watched Sirius climb to his feet shakily. “I-I...I apologise...I don’t know what happened...” He muttered, avoiding his cousins gaze, he stared at the two dead mice for a while feeling numb and empty.

“Not to worry, it becomes easier the more you use it. Now come, dinner is ready.”

XXX

That night Sirius couldn’t sleep, he lay in bed and gazed blindly up at the canopy while he was haunted by distant screams of his mother. He heard the door open with a creak but didn’t move as fear held him rooted to the spot. He had expected this much sooner, everyone knew Rudolphus Lestrange was...well...strange. He seemed to enjoy torture far too much and many muggle children had disappeared around him, there were also the rumours that he had abused a fair few of his school mates while at Hogwarts. Unfortunately those who first made the accusations soon became too terrified to speak out and so the charges had been dropped, but now Sirius knew he was going to become one of them. He sighed and sat up, he let the duvet pool about his waist as he gazed at the figure at the end of his bed. “I could kill you, you know.” He said in a soft voice that sounded so childlike even to his own ears.

“But you won’t...and you won’t scream either.”

Sirius shook his head and looked at the mirror on his bedside table. “No, I suppose not.” He tore his eyes away from it and looked back up at his cousin’s husband. “Why me though?”

Rudolphus shrugged. “Because you’re here and Bella doesn’t let me touch her, she hasn’t since we were married...” Sirius nodded, he had expected such a thing. “You’re no little virgin, are you?” He muttered as he climbed onto the bed, making the springs creak.

“No.” Sirius whispered. “But you can’t tell anyone that, else you’ll have to admit that you’re gay too.”

“I’m not a fucking pouf, brat.” Rudolphus snarled.

Sirius simply looked at him, he made no move to stop him as he pushed him down onto the bed. Some part of him recoiled from those huge calloused hands ripping open his night shirt and running over his bared chest, but he ignored it. It was a perfectly normal thing for an adult to do. Even his uncle Alphard had touched him, it was simply a way for people to express their attraction to one another. It was Normal. Surely...it was normal? It had to be.

“In this light you look like her.” Rudolphus breathed, his breath stank of whiskey and something else that made Sirius’ stomach clench. “You could be her if I squinted...” He did so, making him look like a baboon. Sirius let out a snort of laughter but Rudolphus snarled and slapped him hard across the face, Sirius winced and touched his cheek. “Don’t laugh at me, you filthy brat!” He growled and grabbed Sirius by his hair, he lifted him up and rolled him roughly onto his front. “I’m going to fuck you bloody for that!” He said, roughly grabbing his hips.

Sirius lowered his head, he knew the routine, but he didn’t expect to not be prepared first. When he felt Lestrange’s cock press against him he shuddered, burying his face into the pillow and grasping the sheets desperately.

“A nice tight little hole...” Rudolphus breathed as he forced his erection into Sirius’ trembling body. When Sirius gasped and lifted his head he felt one of those calloused hand cover his mouth. “Shut the fuck up, say a word and I’ll really make you scream! Understand me?!”

Sirius whimpered and nodded before his face was pushed hard into the cushions, he couldn’t breathe to scream but he wanted to. The pain was horrible, it burnt so hot it was like bright flames racing through his abdomen. He had never experienced anything like it. He let out a dry sob into his pillow but it was soon cut off as Lestrange increased the pressure on the back of his head. Sirius listened to Rudolphus’ groans as he brutalised his body, he felt something tear within him and his fingers grasped the sheets so tightly his knuckles were white. His chest burned as it begged for air, just one gasp so he could fill his lungs...but he was denied even that. He whimpered helplessly into the pillow, agony ripping at his nerves and leaving him feeling disgusted with himself. Disgusted for not preventing this. Disgusted for allowing himself to be put into such a situation. He should have just kept his mouth shut, he should have just followed his parents belief’s like a good little pureblood...he should never have met James. James. Everything revolved around James.

It didn’t take long before Sirius felt lightheaded, his body began to fight for air. He jerked against Rudolphus’ intrusion, his hips trying to simultaneously escape the pain in his arse as well as move against it so he could lift his head and breathe. Rudolphus began moaning louder and Sirius suddenly realised the only way he was going to speed things up. He stilled and began moving his hips, as he would have for Bran or James. He opened his legs wider and allowed Rudolphus to enter him fully, he forced away the searing pain and concentrated on pleasuring Lestrange. He listened to the noises he was making, Animalistic grunts, heavy gasps and muttered obscenities. His hips began to move faster and Sirius felt that hand grasp his hip, he pushed back again and again, his body adjusting itself to the pain so it became insignificant. Finally Rudolphus eased his grip on his hair and Sirius turned his head, he took a giant gulp of air and felt oxygen fill his lungs. He sighed and closed his eyes, thinking of James. Remembering the feel of him inside him, the wonderful taste of his sweat slicked skin against his tongue, the wonderful feel of his fingers as they touched that deliciously magical place deep inside him. He groaned as he lost himself in those wonderful thoughts.

It didn’t take long for Lestrange to utter a choked groan and Sirius felt him reach his orgasm, it filled him with more pain and he gritted his teeth. Finally the ordeal was over and Rudolphus released him, pulling out of his exhausted body and climbing off the bed. “That was good, you’ve had practice. I’ll come back tomorrow night...”

Sirius lay still as he heard the door close softly and he felt sticky liquid coating his thighs, reaching down he touched it and looked down at his hand. In the dim light emanating from a low burning gas-lamp he saw the dark colouring of the liquid. Blood. Sirius let out a muffled laugh that sounded more like a sob as he curled up around his pillow and waited for his body to recover enough for him to wash.

XXX

When Sirius was finally returned home two days before he had to return to Hogwarts he found himself greeted by a wonderfully familiar face. His Uncle smiled as Sirius stepped in through the door, Sirius felt tears of relief sting his eyes and he leapt into his uncle’s embrace and held him tightly. “Sirius! What is this all about?” Alphard whispered as he held his nephews shaking body close.

Sirius buried his face in his uncle’s neck. “I-I’m so happy to see you Oncle...” he whispered.

“That’s good to hear but you’re shaking like a leaf...what’s wrong, Mon moineau?”

Shaking his head Sirius held him tighter. “Nothing...nothing now you’re here.” He sighed and let himself be put back down.

Alphard looked at Sirius with a small frown of concern, he gently brushed stray strands of hair from those glittering eyes. “You look ill...did Bella treat you well?”

Sirius’ eyes widened but he nodded the affirmative, he didn’t want to have to re-live the experience. He was perfectly happy to just forget about it all, he would push it to the back of his mind and never think of it again.

“Sirius, take your things upstairs.” Walburga snapped.

Sirius picked up his suitcase, lowering his head and eyes. “Yes mother.” He said softly and began dragging his stuff up the stairs.

Walburga shook her head. “You encourage him, Alphard.”

“I encourage what, exactly Walburga?”

“The boy’s head is always in the clouds thanks to you and the way you tell him all about your silly adventures! He’s become so disrespectful, I despair...he’s not like his brother at all. Regulus is a good boy, he is always doing what he’s told and he does very well at school.”

Alphard reached into the pocket of his green smoking jacket and removed a silver pipe, he clamped it between his lips and teeth and lit it with his wand. After a few puffs he blew a smoke ring. “Sirius is just different, Walburga. Any blind person can see that his path lies on a different route than Regulus’...give him a chance to find himself and you will be certain to see a change.”

“Oh don’t be silly, Al!” Walburga snapped, her face darkening. “Sirius is an ungrateful, worthless little brat! I’m sure that it would have been better for all if he was never even born! The way he is going he will end up becoming a Bloodtraitor and shame us all!”

Alphard sighed and shook his head. “You don’t give him enough credit. I’ve seen his school reports, not only is he intelligent he’s quick witted, funny and very talented. You cannot keep him locked away here forever, one day, Burgy, he will want to escape...and when that day comes if you do not reconcile things with him you will lose him forever.”

Walburga sneered. “If we do, it will be no big loss. We still have Regulus. If he leaves here, if he abandons his family, he will be showing his true traitorous blood and he will die.”
- 19
- 20
- 21
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Amore et Amicitia