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Blood Quill Consequences	By : EarthandWater Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 31160 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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WARNING: Sadness. Grief. Torture, and I mean that someone is tortured blood, violence and a crazy bitch ahead.
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Sirius gawked at Harry and Snape after they finished explaining why they needed to talk to Kreacher, or rather why they needed Narcissa, who was also in the room and looking rather irritated by the reaction of her cousin.
"So you think that crazy thing will know about one of these Horcruxes?"
"We don't know but it can't hurt, we need to follow any lead no matter how small." Harry looked at his gawking godfather. "Please Lady Malfoy, can you speak to him?"
Narcissa nodded. "Of course. Kreacher is a bit unstable I will give you that but I believe it's mostly because he's been alone for so long." She gave Sirius a narrow-eyed glare. "And some people's treatment of him doesn't help."
The dog animagus grimaced. Narcissa had nearly brained him with a fireplace shovel a few times when she saw him being so harsh to Kreacher. She was right, and he knew it. He’d been unfairly taking his displeasure over being stuck in Grimmauld Place out on the dotty old elf. Remus had actually growled at him once when he'd snapped at Kreacher so he knew he was showing his ass in regards to the house-elf. He ran a hand through his hair and nodded. "Alright. I don't think you'll get much out of him but we'll try. Kreacher!"
It took a while for the ancient house elf to come shuffling in to the room glaring at them while mumbling under his breath about blood traitors and half-bloods. "Master wanted to see Kreacher even though Kreacher was busy dusting Mistress’ portrait since Master is neglecting to keep his magnificent mother clean." Beady eyes glared at Sirius as Kreacher wiped spindly fingers on the ragged dish towel tied like a toga around his shrunken body.
Sirius had to bite his tongue to keep from insulting his own mother or saying something that would have Cissy hexing him into next week. He nodded. "Yes, Narcissa would like to ask you some things."
Kreacher turned towards Narcissa and his expression soften somewhat, although it was hard to tell. "What would the little miss Black want to ask of Kreacher?" In Kreacher's mind the name Black trumped Malfoy any day even though both families were purebloods. Nothing could compare to the noble house of Black.
The blond woman smiled at him and crouched down to his level. "It is about Regulus, Kreacher. I know you cared a great deal for him, that he was a great master to you, I need to know the truth about how he died."
"Master Regulus was a great Master, a great Black but Kreacher can't tell you how young Master died. Kreacher made a promise and Kreacher keeps his secrets."
Narcissa frowned, biting into her lip. "Can you tell someone else? Someone like Severus or Harry?"
"Kreacher could...If Kreacher wanted to." The house elf answered making it clear that he wasn't very interested in spilling his secrets to two half-bloods.
"Will you? Please? It would mean a lot to me." Never let it be said a Slytherin could not pull off puppy eyes because the ones Narcissa used just then were down right lethal.
Kreacher twisted his fingers into the dish towel, clearly at odds with himself. "Little Miss Black is a good Mistress, Kreacher will do it for her." He turned towards Snape and Harry. "Young Master Regulus received his Dark Mark when he was very young, before he realized what it meant to follow the Dark Lord. Great Mistress Black was very proud but it didn't take long before young Master to see that he had made a mistake. He learned about the Dark Lord's Horcruxes...The Dark Lord was even here once, preparing one...Almost killed Kreacher but young Master saved Kreacher." The house elf dabbed his eyes with a corner of the towel. "Young Master was very brave, he defected and started to plot the Dark Lord's downfall. He stole one Horcrux from the Dark Lord and hid it...He died before he could destroy it though. Kreacher misses the young Master."
Narcissa had to turn her head aside and dab at her eyes, especially at the stricken look on Sirius' face. The old Marauder had always thought that his brother's death had only been painted as a defector from Voldemort's ranks to paint him in a brilliant light and to give their mother yet another reason to call Sirius the scum of the earth. Knowing otherwise...hurt more than he could have suspected.
Snape closed his eyes, he'd suspected as much. "Kreacher do you know where any of the Horcruxes are? We are trying to find them so we can destroy them."
Kreacher eyed Snape suspiciously. "Does Master Prince promise to finish young Master Regulus’ task and bring the Dark Lord down?"
Sirius' eyes shot wide open and he damn near gawked at Snape. The greasy haired bat really was of the Prince line?
Severus nodded. "I swear to you Kreacher, the Dark Lord will fall. Already two of his Horcruxes that we've known the location of have been destroyed. The rest of his soul pieces will be as well."
Kreacher gave a nod and shuffled out of the room without another word leaving the ones still there to look at each other questioningly. After a few minutes he came shuffling back and placed an object in Snape's hand, a large oval locket made of pure gold, a snake in the shape of an S decorated the front in glittering green stones.
Severus looked at it, eyes wide. "Salazar Slytherin's locket." He bowed his head. "Thank you Kreacher."
Narcissa moved to envelope the old elf in a brief hug. "Yes, thank you."
Kreacher looked positively terrified before moving skinny arms to wrap around Narcissa's shoulder minutely before pulling away. "Masters and Mistress are welcome, just finish young Master's work."
Snape inclined his head and put the locket in a bag. "We'll need Angius to destroy this one when we get back to Hogwarts. Her venom is one of two readily available methods."
Sirius fixed his gaze on an empty spot on the wall. "Kreacher."
"Yes Master Black, what can Kreacher do for the Master?" Kreacher walked over to him even as Harry nodded to Snape and told him they would bring the locket to Snape's quarters where Anguis was waiting while they were away.
"Would you see to it my brother's portrait is cleaned and hung above the mantle in the main entry hall?"
Kreacher bowed so low that his pointy nose almost touched the ground. "Right away Master Black, thank you Master." Kreacher was out the door quicker than anyone could have believed the old house elf to move.
Narcissa moved over to her cousin, placing a delicate hand on his arm. "Sirius?"
He moved jerkily towards the fireplace. "Not now Cissy. I need Moony." That said he grabbed the floo powder and was through the grate before she could blink.
Harry moved closer to Snape, tangling his fingers with the other. "Poor Snuffles, this must be really hard for him. Remus will know what to do though." Harry's heart went out to his godfather.
Severus looped his arm around Harry's waist, nodding. "As...irritating as I find him, even I find myself sympathetic for him in this instance. We should give him a few moments to find his mate before we follow through the grate."
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Back at Hogwarts, a quick transformation, a few sniffs on the air and a furry black blurr later found Sirius hunting his mate down just outside of the Forbidden Forest. He caught sight of the scarred werewolf and rushed towards him.
Remus' eyes widened as he was practically tackled by his mate. The werewolf could smell Sirius' distress and was instantly worried and protective. "What is it Siri? What has happened?" He checked his mate over for signs of injuries or struggle. It was nowhere near the full moon but Remus still felt the urge to shift and protect his mate from any harm.
Sirius whined pitifully and nosed at Remus, knowing he couldn't transform here where someone could see him but he needed his mate to hold him. He needed to tell him what had happened too but again, transforming out here was a big no-no. He almost gave in to a brief irritated desire to bite at Remus for being somewhere other than their quarters.
Kneeling down so that he could wrap his arms around the large dog Remus gave him a short hug before rising up and moving deeper into the forest. No creature in the Forbidden Forest would lift an eyebrow at seeing Sirius Black and no one would bother a werewolf and his mate if they wanted to live to see another day.
As soon as they were deep enough to make Sirius feel secure that they'd remain undiscovered, he shifted back to human and wrapped his arms tight around his mate. "Moony, my brother he...Merlin I was so wrong about him."
Remus held him tight, trying to make sense of what Sirius was telling him. "Shh baby, slow down, tell me from the beginning. What about Regulus?"
Sirius moved closer, his face finding the hollow of Remus' shoulder and let what Kreacher had revealed and his own old opinion of his brother pour out. "For years I've been so bitter and hateful because our mother favored him over me. I didn't even go to his funeral Remus, I didn't think he deserved all the wailing and gnashing of teeth everyone displayed. I was so wrong, so wrong. The last time I saw him I even told him I hated him and that Death Eaters should die..." the shame of that one venomous exchange hit him hard and he made a soft whine in the back of his throat.
"It's okay Siri, there's no way you could have known. Your brother was certainly a very loud speaker for all that was right and good with Voldemort's rule." Remus kept holding him, wanting Sirius to know that he would never willingly let him go. "We all made mistakes back then, it was such a chaotic time. Regulus would have forgiven you if there had been time, you know that."
Sirius let the scent and hold of his mate ground him. "I don't even know why it's hitting me so hard. I never get all emotional like this. I punch things Moony, I don't sob out my sorrows into your shoulder, wide and comfy though it is."
"He was your baby brother, despite everything you both said and did you loved him and you never got a chance to grieve, not with everything that happened with James and Lily just after. It's no wonder it's affecting you." Remus placed a kiss on top of Sirius' head. His mate's scent had shifted somewhat and it worried Remus that this had made Sirius upset enough for that to happen.
"I still feel stupid." He nuzzled the skin of his mate's neck. "If I wasn't such a selfish bastard and way too happy here with you I'd be forced to agree with Mother. She always said it should have been me instead of Reg. Was probably her death bed statement."
"Don't you dare say that again." Remus growled and pulled Sirius face up so that he could look him in the eyes. "You think it better if I was left alone? That Harry would have lost his godfather too and have absolutely no one? The Order would have no safe house and I...I would be completely lost. Don't you bloody dare saying something as idiotic and untrue as that ever again."
The amber-gold of the wolf was in his mate's eyes and Sirius felt like kicking himself. "No." He cupped Remus' face. "No I don't think that, not really, I just heard it so much before... I'm sorry Remus, I shouldn't have said it." He bumped his nose against his mate's chin in affectionate apology
Remus closed his eyes and tried to reign his wolf back in. "I thought that I had lost you once...Please Siri, please don't ever make me go through that again." He tangled his fingers in Sirius' wild hair and slanted his mouth over the other's.
The dog animagus opened his mouth, letting his mate's tongue in to play with his and offering silent assurance that he didn't intend to go anywhere. He was here with his wolf to stay, no matter what. He pulled back to scatter kisses over the scars on Remus' face. "I won't. Remus, my Moony, my mate. I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry too, I love you, need you...Always." Remus clung to his mate just feeling the need to hold him close and feel that he was really there with him. Remus would fight to his last breath to keep him there.
"Forever Moony." Sirius closed his eyes and leaned his weight on Remus, knowing the other man was more than capable of supporting it and would, in fact, need to feel Sirius solidly with him. "I'm not going anywhere. You're stuck with me."
"Bloody right I am and I want it no other way." The werewolf supported Sirius easily. The wolf in him was still very close to the surface, leaving Remus with the need to take and to claim. "Come on Siri, let's go back to our room, the forest is no place for what I want to do with you."
The other man gave a happy, playful growl, nipped at Remus' chin, then moved back to transform, bounding a few paces away then looking back at his mate with an impatient bark.
Remus grinned and followed his dog back towards the castle with long, swift steps.
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Severus stepped into his quarters with Harry, shaking his head when he saw that Fawkes was, once again, inside on the perch he'd picked up from an old acquaintance. He moved to his potion lab and set the locket on the table there, pleased to get it out of his hands. He could feel the negative drain on his emotions just from carrying the blasted thing in his pocket.
"You alright?" Harry asked worriedly and hovered next to Severus. He looked at the locket on the table. "Will Anguis have to bite through it or will her milked venom be enough? I refuse to put her at any risk." Harry's hand was stroking over Snape's back absent mindedly.
"That thing is extremely foul." He leaned back into the gentle stroking. "I think her fangs will have to pierce the open locket as much as I would rather her not have to get that close."
"Will she be okay? I can't imagine Voldemort just infuse it with a part of his soul and then leave the locket unprotected." It was almost as if Harry could feel the murderous intent coming from the locket just by them talking about destroying it. He knew that it was his own imagination but it still made his blood run cold.
Snape tapped his finger on the table, peering at the locket. "No he wouldn't leave it unprotected. A second option would be one of the adult Basilisk fangs as they've still got some venom within them. Or there is also Gryffindor's sword. Either way one of us will face whatever is in that locket to destroy it. The only question is what measures he used for its protection. It's very negativity may be one of those measures."
"There's no question about it, if one of us have to face it then it's going to be me. I won't put you in harms way again when you have just started to recover." Harry's tone was low and calm, he didn't want any argument. "I've used Gryffindor's sword before and I'm sure I can do it again."
"I can't open the locket in any case. Salazar's locket can only be opened using parseltongue."
"See no question, just as I said." Harry flashed Snape a grin that was only a little tense around the edges. This he could do, this was what he had been doing for years already.
Severus pulled him close, kissing his temple lovingly. "That secluded cottage is looking better daily."
"It really does." Harry agreed with a sigh. He allowed himself to stay close to Snape for a while, just basking in the closeness before he pulled away and looked at locket again. "I can't help to wonder what the founders would have thought about having their property, something that defined them used for something like this." He pulled on the hair in bangs nervously. "Do you think I should open the locket now or should I wait until we have decided on a method to get rid of it?"
Snape raised a brow. "I think your brain just cramped pet. The latter of course."
Harry flushed and looked at Snape sheepishly. "I'm sorry, I know you're right. It's the Gryffindor in me, wants to rush headlong into it and get it over with. I don't like the idea of the locket lying there oozing its negativity, it's the last thing you need here."
"Well you're certainly right about that but-" A sudden pounding on the door interrupted them and Hermione's voice called through the thick oak panel.
"Harry! Professor Snape!"
"Hermione?" Harry called back and rushed over to open the door. "Has something happened?"
The bushy haired girl was distressed and flushed, as if she'd run the length of the castle to get here. "It's awful!" She held up the Daily Prophet, where the headline clearly displayed 'YOU-KNOW-WHO RETURNS TO FREE HIS SERVANTS FROM AZKABAN! MINISTRY ATTACKED! NO ANSWERS FORTHCOMING FROM MINISTER FUDGE!' There was a rather hideously clear picture of Voldemort on the front page tossing a curse at an Auror.
"Bloody wartfilled bollocks." Harry grabbed the newspaper from Hermione and read the article. Several of Voldemort's most feared and devoted Death Eaters had been broken out and was now on the loose along with their Lord. "Fucking fantastic, this was just what we needed." Harry crumpled the newspaper in the corners, holding on to it so tightly. Why couldn't they ever catch a break?
Severus carefully slipped the paper from Harry's grasp and scanned the article and, despite the direness of the situation, he felt a grimly satisfied smile tug at his mouth when he read 'This reporter wonders what Mr. Harry Potter feels about this turn of events as he did warn us last year that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named had returned only for the Ministry to refute his statement. This reporter also wonders what that says about the integrity of our Ministry.' He grimaced however, when he came to one particular name on the list. Of course Voldemort would have freed her. No other Death Eater was as fanatically loyal nor as insanely vicious. "Miss Granger, does Narcissa know about this?"
Hermione nodded. "Draco saw the article first and ran for her. They're both badly shaken."
"Know about what? What has them shaken?" Harry looked between Snape and Hermione. In a short time lady Malfoy had become important and he even cared about Malfoy too as much as he was loathe to admit it.
The potions professor turned the paper to a picture of Bellatrix. "Bellatrix Lestrange is Narcissa's sister. She's also Voldemort's most insane and loyal supporter as well as his master torture mistress and now she's free and her sister and nephew have 'betrayed' the Dark Lord's cause."
"The good news just keep coming don't they?" Harry eyed the picture of the dark haired witch laughing manically in the photo. She didn't look anything at all like lady Malfoy, if anything she resembled Sirius more.
"Mmmhmm. I, for one, would also not want to be the one to tell your dogfather about this, especially not if Lupin is in the vicinity." Snape sighed. "On a more...optimistic note, now those who doubted you know you've been speaking the truth."
"I wish I could feel more excited about that." Harry answered, thinking about the Aurors and prison wizards that had been caught in the assault, they must have had families and loved ones.
The older man slipped his arm around Harry's shoulder and drew him close, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. "Come on. Let's go see if there's anything Narcissa or Draco need us to do and then we'll check on the mutt."
Harry nodded, leaned his head on Snape's shoulder for a second and then followed his love and Hermione out of Snape's quarters and down the corridors to where Narcissa was situated. After the knock on the door a paler than usual Draco opened the door and let them in. Draco took a hold of Hermione's hand and pulled the girl close to him, as if seeking comfort.
Hermione slipped her arms around her boyfriend and pulled him with her to sit on the sofa, where his mother was already perched, sipping tea for all the world as if she had no cares.
Severus knew that to be a fairly large warning sign. "Narcissa, you're looking calm."
"Yes well, I am not Lucius. I've reason to be calm...at the moment."
"At the moment is right." Draco said. "As upset as auntie dear is with father she will not be happy with us and the choices we've made lately either...I rather put off this particular reunion as long as I'm able."
"As would I but I see no reason to bury my head in the sand. We will come in contact with her eventually and it would be best to use this...calm to prepare for that encounter. You have only seen her in Azkaban, subdued by the dementors. She will be much much worse now. I almost pity your father." Narcissa took another sip of tea, her jaw flexing. She had loved Lucius once and no matter that her love for him had died years ago or that she'd have cheerfully poisoned him herself, she would not wish Bella's tender mercies on anyone, not even Lucius.
Draco knew his mother was right, on the few forced visits to Azkaban to see his aunt she had been both restrained and subdued. "I wish I could pity father but I find it hard to." He said softly.
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Lucius snarled and pulled on the chains that left him chained to the cold stone wall, his arms were stretched wide to the sides and the chains were fastened so high that Lucius had to stand on his tippy toes. His entire body was aching but that was nothing compared to the burning humiliation he felt. "What is the meaning of this? I have always served our Lord without question."
"Ah ah ah little Lucy, but you've been serving him rather...badly these last few years." The whispery, singsong voice preceded the few soft footsteps that brought his sister in law into view. Bellatrix Lestrange nee Black stood, her hair wild, the single gray streak in ita mark of her time in Azkaban, with he head tilted, her eyes bright, and her hip cocked just a bit. "First you lose the object he put in your possession, for protection, to the blood-traitor's daughter, which resulted in its destruction."

She tsked. "Sloppy, and rather stupid Lucy. Then last year you ran from our Lord's mark in the sky." She walked forward and cupped his cheek, her hand cold as it stroked his skin. "You ran like a frightened little mudblood rather than stand proudly. And now, your most recent transgressions. Shall we start with the complete mess your house became, right under your nose? Your son, your heir, not only sides with Potter but is seen on a date with the little mudblood? And then there is my sister, my dear dear sister who until now was a most faithful follower to our cause. Whatever caused her to leave it behind?"

She stroked her finger down his cheek then dug the nail in to leave a thin, bloody line behind and leaned in to whisper, "I know what you did to Cissy and the little Dragon. You drove them away from us and you will pay for that." She inspected her bloody nail and licked it clean. "And of course the crowning glory of your incompetence, Severus' escape before our Lord had even finished the questioning. Really Lucius, you are slipping."
Bellatrix eyes shone with a strange sort of fire and Lucius would never admit it out loud but she scared him. She had always been intense but it was as if she's released all bonds with sanity now. "Maybe if the Dark Lord had pressed upon the importance of that particular object I would have taken more care with it," Lucius worked very hard to keep his sneer and his calm collected voice, "As for running...Better to run and be able to serve our Lord again instead of letting oneself get caught and be herded away to be locked up and useless."
He looked her over with disdain even as he felt his own warm blood run down his cheek. "The lord requested my manor to question the traitor, he was here himself along with his personal guard and I didn't see them stop the intruders either. I did my part...always."
"You dare try to pawn your failings off on our Lord?!" A sharp crack echoed through the dungeon as she slapped him, splitting his lip. She grabbed his hair and yanked his face forward. "I am going to relish making you scream Lucius. Your cries will shake the very stones of this house until your throat is so raw you can't even whisper for mercy. And," she snapped her fingers and had a masked Death Eater shuffling forward with a cart of metal implements, "I will not even allow you the honor of pain inflicted through magic. You will scream Lucius, and it will be because of muggle methods. Now, which of the four main groups of torture should we start with, blunt, sharp, hot, or cold?" Her hand lingered over a fine scalpel, noting his shudder. "Ah yes, excellent choice. Blunt works so much better after slicing and burning."
Slate gray eyes were wide as they followed the hand holding the scalpel Cold sweat ran down Lucius neck and back and he bit the inside of his cheek so hard that blood soon filled his mouth but he didn't want to give the crazy crone the satisfaction of letting out a sound.
She tapped his cheek playfully with the scalpel. "Now now, don't be shy Lucy, do tell us all how you're feeling." She gestured at the group watching from along the walls, smiling proudly back at the glowing red eyes of her Master. She always did love working in front of him, wringing the most delicious screams out of those at her mercy. She slid the flat of the blade down his cheek, over his throat, and to his chest before slipping the cutting edge into his skin, smiling at the blood that welled from the shallow cuts she slipped through bundles of nerves.
Lucius couldn't stop his body from jerking with every sharp cut and every burst of searing pain but he still hadn't let out a sound. He knew that they were all there, all the Death Eaters, just waiting for his downfall and he wouldn't make it easy for them. He was a Malfoy, he had his pride and he was better then all of them. Lucius would not let himself forget that. "It's sad really Bella, you didn't get anything did you? Looks, intelligence, and charm all went to your sister, it's no wonder you had to settle for Lestrange...Tell me when you married, had that nasty wart problem cleared itself up or did you get more than one wedding present?"
Her gaze slid up to his and her lips curved in quiet insanity. "Oh dear brother in law surely you remember, Rudy dear suffered a bit of an accident before our wedding night." She slipped the blade over his lower belly in a teasing, bloody pattern. "I am afraid he was unable to perform his husbandly duties. Such a pity really, but the Lestranges do continue through his brother so no worries about no Lestrange heir. That is, unfortunately, not something you will be able to say much longer Lucy dear."
"What do you mean by that?" Lucius found it more and more difficult to keep the tremble out of his voice. The cuts were still shallow but the blood flowed freely and he was starting to get lightheaded.
She set the scalpel aside and picked up a nifty little muggle gadget known as a woodburning tool. "Well you see dear Lucy, we can't exactly allow Draco to get away with betraying us now can we? I am afraid my sweet little nephew will have to die and as for you, dear brother in law, well after today you won't be creating any more Malfoys. It's for the best really, you do seem to have lost quality if you and Draco are the examples to go by. Now, do tell me if this burns." She pressed the tapered, heated tip of the woodburner to the cuts she'd made with the scalpel. She didn't want him passing out from bloodloss after all.
"My son may be weaker than I would have wished...He will still see you in the ground though. Despite his obvious faults Draco is Malfoy and you're just an old, worn delusional bitch." Lucius voice was hoarse and he spit the blood collecting in his mouth at his tormentor.
She simply swiped the splatter of saliva and blood from her cheek. "Oh now Lucy you forget something. I am our Lord's favored torturer." She held the woodburner over his genitals. "Nothing you say is anything I've not heard before darling. Now, scream for mommy." She pressed the tip of the hot metal into his testicles.
Lucius screamed.
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TW'S A/N: I completely listened the FUCK out of Buckcherry’s Crazy Bitch while I was playing Bella. I love playing Sirius for the light yet oddly wise smart mouth but GODS I love playing Bella just as much for the crazy. She is a glorious, mad, wildly awesome villain, perfect in her insanity and I like letting my own crazy out through her.
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