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Gillyflower, Heliotrope and Hemlock.	By : Kimmimaru Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Sirius Views: 9034 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter Nineteen

And though you want to last forever

You know you never will

You know you never will

And the goodbye makes the journey harder still – ‘Oh very young’ Cat Stevens
He lay in bed wrapped in the warmth of strong arms and surrounded by the scent of the man holding him close, he took a slow, deep breath and smiled into the crook of his neck. He lay still, enjoying the way those clever hands slid down his spine and made him shiver in pleasure as his lips absently teased the sweat stained skin of his lovers throat. Their quiet was disturbed by a knock on the door of their little cottage and Sirius sighed heavily, he heard Brandon groan in irritation as he slowly disentangled himself from Sirius’ embrace.
“Ignore it, Bran…please, let’s just enjoy this for once.”
Brandon turned and smiled at Sirius brightly, he stood above him as naked as the day he was born with his lightly tanned chest gleaming with the evidence of their morning activities. “Siri, it’s fine…I’m sure it’s just James or Remus or even Peter. We’ll let them in and have breakfast together. Do you want a cup of tea?”
Sirius smiled softly. “Yeah, thanks.”
“Two sugars, right?”
Sirius nodded and watched his lover put on a dressing gown, he envied his self confidence and jealously coveted his slim, evenly muscled body. Bran ran fingers through his light, sandy hair before giving Sirius one last bright smile and leaving the bedroom. Sirius let himself doze off for a while, still bathing in the post-coital bliss. He rolled over and buried his face in Bran’s pillow when suddenly there was a loud crash from down stairs, Sirius was up in a second, he grabbed his robe and slipped it on before running down the stairs. “Bran? Bran, are you alri-” He froze on the bottom step, his eyes widening as his eyes landed on Bran’s unconscious form. “B-Bran?”
“Oh look, it’s the Bloodtraitor.”
The soft, feminine voice made all of Sirius’ blood run cold, his face went white as he lifted his eyes and found himself staring at Bellatrix Lestrange and her husband. He realised, a little belatedly, that he was wandless and before he could reconsider what he was doing he spun around and made to flee back up to his bedroom where he had left his wand. Before he could take a step he was blasted off of his feet, his body crashed into the banister and there was a loud crack as it broke. Sirius rolled down to the foot of the stairs, his robe tangling about his body and his wrist twisting painfully as he tried to reach out to prevent his fall. He slowly rolled onto his back with a groan, blood trickled into his eyes from a gash on his forehead and he blinked it away as his eyes slowly focussed on the grinning face of Rudolphus Lestrange.
Harry heard soft mutters coming from Sirius’ huddled form, he sat slumped against a rock with his head resting on his shoulder. His hands twitched and his face was a mask of fear. Slowly Harry disentangled himself from his sleeping bag and slowly crept towards Sirius’ sleeping form, he paused, his hand hovering above Sirius’ tense shoulder as he watched his face contort in pain. The shadows danced over the scene, the fire sending an odd, flickering orange light across Sirius’ white face as he slipped slowly down his resting place.
Sirius came around to someone slapping his face violently, he gasped and opened his eyes, struggling against something that held him tightly in place. He felt fingers tangle in his hair, hot breathe caressed his exposed throat as he felt the icy point of a knife against his skin. He swallowed and finally stilled his struggling, his head was pulled backwards and he heard a soft, sadistic giggle in his ear. “Move and I’ll cut his throat you pathetic Mudblood!” Lestrange rasped, Sirius knew he was talking to Bran, his eyes widened as he his head was moved so that he found himself staring at his lover. Bran was sitting opposite him, his gorgeous hair in disarray and blood staining half his freckled face. His eyes were unfocussed and his lips parted slightly in shock. Sirius struggled again but the point of the knife dug deeper into the flesh of his throat.
“Siri! Don’t move! Please!”
Sirius stared at Bran with wide eyes. “It’s…it’s not me they’re here for.” He whispered softly and saw Bran nod and smile weakly.
“We will kill him in front of you and let you bathe in his blood if you don’t shut up, filthy Mudblood!” Bella hissed and turned her grinning face to Sirius. “I can’t believe you have sunk this low, cousin dearest.” She mused as she ran her wand slowly down Brandon’s naked chest. “To allow yourself to be defiled by such filth is something I mistakenly believed was beyond even you. I don’t know why I’m so surprised, after all you are Dumbledore’s pet and you have befriended a werewolf. Why should fucking a Mudblood be any different?”
“Bella, leave Bran out of this! He has nothing to do with family grudges!” Sirius said desperately, his fear manifesting itself by constricting his throat and lungs. “Please…I…I’ll do anything…Just…just don’t hurt him!”
Bellatrix laughed, Sirius felt Rudolphus chuckling along with her. His big, fear filled eyes met Bran’s who seemed oddly calm. Bran gave him a beautiful smile before the world was filled with crimson light and Sirius’ head filled with his lovers screams.
“Nnno…” Harry jumped, he stared at Sirius to find him still fast asleep and his hair falling into his handsome face. The white streak had been turned orange from the dying fire and he looked as if he was sick, his body shook violently and he groaned again loudly.
It wasn’t long before Sirius was screaming with him, he barely even heard his own voice as Bellatrix leaned over Bran’s twitching body. She laughed as she whispered some kind of spell that refused to penetrate Sirius’ numb brain. Her eyes lifted and met his, he tried to pull himself away from the hard muscles of Rudolphus’ chest and arms but they tightened around him and he felt one strong hand grip his chin so he was forced to watch as Bellatrix pointed her wand at Bran. Sirius felt warm liquid splash his face and exposed chest, he stared with wild eyed terror as Bella severed Bran’s arm. His brain tried to process the situation but failed, it felt to him as though he had short circuited. His limbs refused to move and his eyes glazed over as Bellatrix began to studiously dismember his lover with the slow precision of a surgeon.
Soon the carpet, which Sirius and Bran had lovingly chosen, was awash in dark blood. Red liquid dribbled down Sirius’ face, it covered his arms and hands and his body shuddered violently as Bella finally stood up and turned to look at him. She said something but her voice was vague and fuzzy, Sirius could hardly even hear his own broken mutterings over the constant screams in his head. His eyes never left Bran’s body, now little more than a bloody heap of flesh and bone. Fingers took hold of his chin and his face was forced upwards so he found himself looking into Bellatrix’s cruel eyes, she smiled. “Now you truly understand the Dark Lord’s wrath, he doesn’t take kindly to traitors. You betrayed your family, Sirius, and now you’ve allowed your precious lover to suffer for your sins. How do you feel, little cousin? How does it feel to know you were the cause of his suffering?”
Sirius moaned, unable to form any sensible words as he was released and allowed to fall to the bloody floor. He didn’t hear them leave as he slipped into a darkness so complete it obliterated everything.
Harry reached out again to touch Sirius’ shoulder, but he froze as a broken, desperate sob escaped Sirius’ lips. His face twisted in a grief that seemed physical and Harry bit his bottom lip in sympathy.
He came around slowly. His head felt as if he had been hit with a muggle truck, his body reacting sluggishly to the messages from his brain and each time he blinked his eyes swam with tears. Slowly, with each movement feeling like he was slowly coming back to life after he had been turned to stone, he rolled onto all fours and looked around. The room looked like a slaughter house, Sirius’ mind was blissfully blank as his eyes landed upon the mangled corpse of his lover. He moved slowly and steadily towards Brandon and sat down, with difficulty he gathered what remained of him into his arms and held it close. He ignored the frozen, waxy feeling of his skin against his own. He held Brandon’s head and torso close and bowed his head, his hair trailed in the rapidly cooling blood but all Sirius could see was Brandon’s expression. His bright blue eyes were open and he seemed to be glaring at Sirius with hatred. Guilt began to rapidly fill the hole Brandon had left, Sirius began to shake and a soft stream of muttered nonsense escaped his lips. He tried to tell Bran that he hadn’t meant for him to get hurt, he tried to tell him that he’d get some help, that they would go to St. Mungo’s and get him back to full health. Sirius stroked a bloody hank of hair from Brandon’s frozen cheek and pressed a soft, loving kiss to his lips. “We’ll…b-be ok, Bran…” He rasped, his mind refusing to see the obvious. Bran wasn’t dead, merely wounded. They weren’t alone and in a cottage miles away from any kind of help, Sirius’ friends would be round soon to get them to the Hospital. It was fine. Everything was ok. It would all just turn out to be a horrible dream that they would laugh about in the morning. Bran would make him tea and breakfast in bed, afterwards they would make love slowly and Siirus would finally speak those three little words to him. He would finally be able to tell him the truth; that he was scared of falling in love. That he was afraid that if he said it something terrible would happen and he would never forgive himself. He would let himself be weak for once, he would give Bran everything he had been too afraid to allow himself to give…
Tears fell slowly into Bran’s hair and Sirius’ eyes slipped out of focus as he held tightly onto his lovers corpse, he rocked slowly back and forth and stared blankly into space. His lips parted slightly and his face took on a terrifying vacant expression.
After Sirius let out another sob Harry sighed and took hold of his shoulder, gently he shook him. “Sirius, Sirius, wake up. It’s a nightmare…Siri-” Harry felt his wrist grabbed in a vice-like grip and found himself gazing down into huge silver eyes, eyes that conveyed nothing but utter terror and a heart-wrenching grief that made Harry’s heart stop in his chest.
“H-Harry…?” Sirius gasped, his voice cracked and broke. Tears sat in his eyes like tiny crystals as he yanked Harry into his arms and pushed him roughly to the floor. Sirius pinned him there and buried his face in Harry’s hair. “I’m cursed.” He rasped, his fingers leaving little red marks on Harry’s skin, marks that would later turn to bruises. “I should never have fallen in love with him. I’m dangerous…Everyone I love…al-always dies…Everyone.”
Harry lay still, he stared up at the star-spattered sky and tried to ignore the hot tears that tickled his neck. He could feel Sirius shaking and sobbing silently but he didn’t dare move, even though the ground was cold and hard against his back. He had no idea how long they lay there together, Sirius hiding his pain in Harry’s hair and neck and Harry gazing up at the sky and feeling as if he should be doing something to attempt to ease Sirius’ agony, finally the sun began to rise and as it sent its first golden fingers into their little camp Sirius lifted his head and stared down at Harry, his eyes sparkling dangerously in the dim dawn light. Their eyes met and held, green and silver. Harry took a small breath before Sirius’ lips claimed his own, a hand tangled roughly in his hair and he moaned helplessly as Sirius’ teeth nipped at his bottom lip. Harry had time to wonder if what he was doing was a mistake, was this the right thing to do when someone was so obviously trying to erase emotional turmoil? He didn’t know and when Sirius’ talented fingers delved beneath the waist band of his dusty jeans he found he didn’t actually care.
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