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The Humanity In You, The Darkness In Me	By : screamguy Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 2744 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Revised July '08

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'Why? Why couldn't he see? ,' Sirius wondered somewhat sadly and somewhat curiously to himself as he ran a bone thin finger on the edge of the mantlepiece of the fireplace.
He sighed, wrinkling his nose in distaste at the overall appearance of the Black House.

His finger was covered in dust and black grime, only another bit of the many things
that irritated him beyond belief concerning the Black House and Kreacher.
Didn't even bother to pretend he gave a hoot that one, all he did was loaf about all day muttering to himself.

"Mistress wouldn't like that no, oh no, Mistress wouldn't...filthy boy comes back, ruins beds with his stench...." the empty halls echoing with the sounds of Kreacher's raspy demented murmurs, boards squeaking in protest as he shuffled away.

Sirius shuddered in contempt, quelling the urge to kick the ancient house elf squarely on the rear and send him flying down the laundry shoot.

A tumbling, screaming Kreacher in his thoughts Sirius whistled with a bit of a spring in his step.... until he came by the portrait, a sort of suffocating quiet descending down upon him.

His mother had never approved of the things he did, he thought of it as quite funny really, she had always shrieked at him,
"Why can't you be more like that Severus boy?!" spittle flying to land upon his face.

The ironic thing was, he'd really had a thing for Severus . . . he didn't want to be more like him.... he wanted him .
His mother's rantings had however begun to sink into Sirius like wicked fangs.... spreading their poison throughout his body until the poison had come to fester in his mind.

He'd begun to loathe Severus, and yet still desired him all the same.

Sirius blinked, running his hand along the banister as he climbed the steps up to his room.

The old bat would have really started squawking if she'd ever known gods forbid he was gay, that just would have been the rainbow topper on the cake really.

He kicked open the door to his room as he got there, partly frustrated that he was still stuck here in this boring, ghastly place with Kreacher; partly annoyed that at the last meeting of The Order he'd simply started another spat with Severus which ended badly.
He still hadn't the guts to tell him how he felt about him.

He ran his fingers through his ragged hair in defeat. And what would that solve exactly anyway?

He closed his eyes, imagining Severus's reaction . Laughing in amusement perhaps he'd crush Sirius's words as badly as he crushed his nads . Sirius furrowed his brow. Or perhaps Snape would simply stare coldly at him and say something snarky with narrowed eyes, gazing upon Sirius in disgust and walking away.

Maybe Snape would hex and jinx him something fierce, until Sirius resembled some sort of bubbling pustile humanoid with popping boils oozing rancid sweat all over. That certainly wasn't a very pleasant thought.
He paced towards the oval mirror,
peeking at himself beneath his ratty disheveled hair.

He looked at himself like an emaciated scarecrow condemned to death, biting his lip in disgust as one index finger pulled taunt a flap of loose skin beneath one hollow, purpled eyesocket.

The fact that he appeared a scarecrow and was closer to the truth than at all moved him, in only a bitter way one can be moved after losing years of his life, and his reputation, to series of lies brought on by one fat, wretched little man.
If he ever got his hands on Pettigrew...... he gritted his teeth. That squealing beastly pig would pay.
His daydreams
were, however, interrupted by a great shriek from downstairs below, followed in turn with a series of rapid thumping.

Sirius flew down the stairs,his robes flapping at his heels; partly thankful for some sort of reprieve from his thoughts.

"Traitor to your own kind, filthy muglump!" Kreacher yelped, dodging sideways as a candlestick went flying past his head, grazing hairs as he hid behind a very battered looking armchair.

"Dobby was sent heres for a private reason, a secret reason, and Dobby isn't about to let a dirty - FAT FLAP! know what that is!'"
Dobby squeaked back at Kreacher, his large watery eyes smoldering as he threw another object, this time a strange bit of large purple robes that until that moment had appeared harmlessly docile.
Kreacher screamed as the flying robes sprang to life, landing onto his tiny form and strangling him continuosly.

The robes writhed apon him and caused his eyes to pulse - bloodshot, as spittle went flying about from between the toothless gaps in his mouth.
Still screaming Kreacher waddled quickly sideways right, then left, teetering on his toes backwards as he slammed sidesways into a large trunk, falling upside down inside it.

His tiny, fat little nub like legs starting kicking really fast as he shrieked himself hoarse, Sirius sighing and muttering
"Well I s'pose I have to do something now, don't I...." walking reluctantly over to the trunk and muttering
"Incarcerous!". Small, snake-like ropes came winding out of his wand and wrapped themselves around the cursed robes, pulling them off of Kreacher and binding around them tightly.
"I could have sworn we got rid of those," Sirius said thoughtfully as his lips twitched, he looked like he was trying

hard not to smile.

Grumbling to himself Kreacher practically snarled at Sirius, pulling himself with much effort out of the trunk as he

glared relentlessly at Dobby, as if daring the other elf to laugh.

"Dobby?" Sirius questioned, still trying not to laugh as Kreacher glowered first at Dobby, then at him, finally deciding this was a lost battle as his ancient arse waddled off, snatching the silver candlestick when no one was looking.

Dobby wrung his tea cozy hat in his hands as he stared up at Sirius .

"Dobby's needs to be telling you something important sir, very important. Dumbledore made Dobby promise not to tell anyone except Sirius Black what it tis."
"I see, " Sirius murmured, a sort of mad, hungry gleam rising in his eye at the prospect of a possible mystery or adventure, anything to entertain him.

He leaned forward. "Go on."

Dobby gulped, gazing long and hard at the still shuffling figure of the other hunched elf who seemed to dissapate into the shadows as if he was never there.

His hairs prickled on the back of his neck.

"Not - here!" Dobby murmured through strained teeth, leaping forward quite suddenly, Sirius had no idea someone with such short legs could move so fast ; and grabbing onto Sirius's large hand.

"Hey wha-" Sirius exclaimed as his grey eyes widened with dismay, the two of them disappearing with a loud

'Crack!' before he had a chance to even finish .

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"Agh!" Sirius yelled, lurching forward as his head thudded rather painfully onto the stones of the fireplace, the room reeling around as the urge to vomit came over him.

"You could have warned me Dobby!" Sirius growled as he rubbed his forehead, it was throbbing.
"Sorry Sirius sir, Dobby really is -is just if Dobby warned you, then that, " Dobby furrowed his brow as he gazed faroff like, "that Hog Bump! mightened of tried to follows us and see, Dobby couldn't have had that sir, oh no indeed ..."

Dobby trailed off in his small squeaky voice, his large tennis ball sized eyes staring shamefully up at the ceiling.
Sirius said nothing, feeling slightly ashamed for some reason as he came to look at the elf. 'It was as though Dobby's large

green eyes had a sort of hidden magic about them' he brooded mentally, ' the power to induce guilt with a single glance'.

"Well it doesn't astonish me that the elf has more intelligent thoughts than you do in a lifetime," A sneering, bitter voice spat behind Sirius.
Sirius whirled around with a start, the sudden movement causing his already queasy stomach to vomit up what had been his breakfast, chunks of sausage and spuds spewing in a graceful motion all over the other man's shoes.
Shaking, Sirius gazed up feeling somewhat better, until he got a good look on whose feet he'd soiled.

It was none other than the infamous Severus Snape. Brilliant.
Sirius groaned mentally. He'd doubt he'd ever live this down .
Staring upon him with a look of the utmost revulsion Snape appeared as though he had just about been to really dig

into Sirius with some more of his barbed words however the whole 'puking on him thing' had immediately erased all previous thoughts from his mind.

"Scourgify.." Snape said with a hint of a snarl in his voice, a thin wisp of smoke wafting up from his feet and was all that was left of Mr. Black's . . . mess.
Sirius reached into his pocket, grabbing out a hankie and wiping his mouth as he picked himself up with all the dignity he could muster to sit in a wicker chair that faced Snape.

"So, I take it you're involved in this bit as well?" Sirius pronounced casually as he fingered a piece of the chair that had come to unravel, keeping his eyes averted from Severus's.

"Well Mr. Black sir, he volunteered to help he did, " Dobby squeaked as he bouced over closer to the two, Severus whipping his head to glare at the elf first, then riveting his gaze onto Sirius.
"If it wasn't for Dumbledore I wouldn't even be here!" Snape snarled viciously as he leaned in close to Sirius, probably
for intimidation factor of some sort; Sirius noted out of the corner of his eye that Snape had a funny kind of twitch ...
"But then again, if it wasn't for other people helping the 'poor ' Sirius along, I doubt you'd even be here - alive," Snape added dryly with a cruel smile on his face.

"It's actually rather pathetic, your mangy dog form suits you fine Sirius because it seems your so called 'friends' are always taking in the strays....." pausing for a moment to let it sink in Severus walked over to the cottage window to gaze out at the misty sea.

" I know you still blame him," Sirius murmured through grey eyes, the gloom outside matching his mood.
The sitting room was quietly exited by Dobby, who knew it was better if he just let them have at it for awhile and then get the ball rolling because they didn't even notice he was there really. And he was right about that.

"What?" Snape said, as he stared off into the rolling waves.

"You still blame him. James. For what happened."
Snape scowled, hatred etched in every line; a dark cloud settling over his features. "And how could YOU possibly know what I feel?" he snapped as he tensed, his fingers digging into the soft wood of the windowframe, leaving a slight mark behind.
"I..." Sirius muttered,at a loss for words ; looking down at the floor as he fidgeted relentlessly.
Snape said nothing for awhile, simply quiet, staring out at the sea, perhaps imagining the continents beyond the rolling waves, his black eyes and mind lost in thought.

Snape cleared his throat.

"Against my better judgement Dumbledore had you brought here for reasons only the ...elf knows completely, I, however in comparison to everyone else in The Order excluding Dumbledore have the best idea of what that entails, so Black, I suggest you listen, and listen closely, because I'm only going to say this once",
Snape said stiffly, pacing over to stand in front of the fireplace.

"Against your.... better judgement?", Sirius mocked - somehow managing to make it still sound like a question, a wry smile on his face with one eyebrow raised.

His lips tightening into a line thin Snape said through gritted teeth,
"Look, you're a right idiot when it comes to matters concerning you and those who are close to you so we'll not elaborate but simply leave it at that!"

"Close to me?" a lightbulb went off in Sirius's head. "Is Harry alright? What's happened to him? Can I see hi-"
Snape cut him off.
"Potter," he growled, "is fine. This has nothing to do with him, do I make myself clear? "
"Nothing."
Sirius was quiet for a spell, figuring if he just shut his mouth the crabby potions master would sod off and tell him already. Acted testy like he was on his rag, that one.

"To cut straight to the point this is concerning Potter," Snape said stroppily with his back turned to Sirius.

"But you just said-" Sirius began, but was cut off by Snape.

" I know. I lied." A delighted smile had made it's way across Severus's face at this revelation, but it was unnoticed by Sirius as Snape was still facing the window.
Harry's godfather bristled, Snape whipping around in a flourish, his robes swishing at his ankles.
"Who knew you could be so dunderheaded Sirius. Potter is the only one close to you," Snape sneered gleefully, relishing the moment.
"It would seem Potter decided to run off from school and tried to get to you, but all he did in the process was lead the Death Eaters straight to our headquarters, Grimmauld number twelve," disdain dripping from every syllable he spoke.
"Such a lovely boy, that Potter," Snape growled sarcasticly as his face twisted into a snarl.
"Dobby got you out of there just in time I'm afraid, otherwise..." his cool eyes shined meaningfully. "Appears everyone's saving your back these days Sirius, even House elves.. tell me, how useless did you feel sitting around day in and day out in your mother's house, knowing that there wasn't a damn thing you could do? " Snape implored gleefully, his tone soft, but underneath that false exterior was an intense spite so great it worried him at times.

Sirius snorted, well aware that Snape was baiting him. "I wouldn't have minded really, nothing I couldn't handle."

"Black, I know you're exceedingly slow but do try and not be daft, you wouldn't have lasted two seconds." Snape growled, gazing upon Sirius as if he were a rather foul severed finger twitching on the floor.

Severus turned his back to him, stating,"So our position has been compromised, and now thanks to Potter The Order's going to have to find another, discreet place to meet at now that we can't possibly go somewhere thats being surveillanced twenty-four seven now can we?"
"Not to mention Potters gone and done the unthinkable ."
He let this information slide out of with a self satisfied smirk on his face, although Sirius couldn't see that.

"What?!" Black stressed earnestly, Harry was all he had left, and if something had happened....
"Oh, nothing...." Snape said lazily, managing to sound innocent somehow; a most elated expression on his face. It was like dangling a piece of tantalizing meat in front of the man, he delighted in this type of game; it was too good to pass up.

"What you said Snivellus! Liar! About Harry! I have a right to know!"
"Don't get your knickers in a twist Black."

"Tell me!"
"I'd rather not. I've told you too much already. That's all you need to know."

Sirius took two strides, it was all that was needed to cross the space that separated them. He grabbed Snape angrily by the folds of his robes and shook him vigorously, much in the same manner a pitbull would shake a child's corpse.

"Tell me NOW Severus!" he hissed venomously, a strand of hair coming to hang loosely over one grey, torpid eye.
Snape laughed coldy. It was a hollow, cruel laugh. One could tell by the it he enjoyed Sirius's distress and seemed to relish the power he held over him by the information he knew that Black did not.

"Do you actually think you can threaten me?! You can frighten me?!"
Snape looked at Sirius with a mocking sneer. "You must be more moronic than I thought."

Snape pulled himself away from the deathlike grip of Black most coolly, brushing himself off as if nothing had happened.

"You......" Black growled, his arm twitching as he began to reach for his wand; a most painful yet fitting hex coming

to mind that he had been saving for just an event.

It would appear however that the slightest twitch was a dead giveaway to the dueling expert Severus Snape for as Sirius was drawing his wand Severus had already drawn his and the two men faced each other ...
For an instant nothing else existed except for those two, together in the only way they perhaps would ever be together.

In mutual hatred.

'He looks very........ attractive for some reason when he's mad....' Sirius noted as he kept the other man's gaze. In that one instance Sirius was reminded of the crazed Slytherin boy he'd lusted for in the firstplace.
It had been Severus's emotional coolness on his exterior, his complete control over himself that had had been the cause for Sirius's desires , but

then those burning flames beneath the cool exterior that seared his soul, that spit, that fire, it was his passion that really moved him. His first impression of Snape had been of a dead, soulless man but oh how wrong he had been, how very deliciously wrong... When Snape was like that... Sirius shuddered; and the knowledge that it was he, Sirius, who brought out the intensity in the usually solemn potions master made him feel.... positively aroused.
Although he was a git, oh - the things Sirius yearned to do to him, the attrocities he would perform. If only to have him for one moment in time, and sacrifice it all for that instance Sirius would. How could he not? He both hated and loved Severus, but he would never have admitted it to anyone. He would rather have consumed a whole bucket of flesh eating slugs than give the slightest indication that he felt so strongly for the potions master.
His delusions were of such a degree that he had convinced himself he could never care for a greasy hawk-nosed prat like Snape, and not the devil himself could convince Sirius Black otherwise.

"STUPIFY!" Snape yelled, Sirius slamming to the floor in shock, he'd been completely distracted by his thoughts.
CRACK!
There was at that instant a great plume of smoke, and a noble prescence that towered at the edge of the room, not so much appearing in the doorway as expanding from it; in the sort of flash that only he could procure.

"STOP THIS FOOLISHNESS!" A powerful, booming voice erupted throughout the sitting room with the greatest of conviction.
Both men froze in their tracks, one due to a painful jinx, the other due to surprise.

Dumbledore stood in the doorway, his eyes glowing with the spit of the flame which made him appear rather frightening; bringing himself up to his full height as he stared down at them behind his glasses in the manner of an incensed general overseeing a pointless squabble between two insubordinates.

"There is a most dire situation that needs addressing at this very instant." He strode closer, silver grey robes with flashing crescent moons and comets shining upon the velvet that glimmered beneath a long flowing beard.
"For the sake of the Order, you must put aside your childish grudges and work together! Fighting amongst ourselves is the last thing we need, for it is exactly what the enemy wants us to do." Albus decreed with slight urgency.

Dumbledore regarded them sadly although he was irritated by their actions. They were grown men, and yet they still could not displace things of the past that had long since transpired.
"Sub divided, we are but singular hurdles that can be easily toppled by Voldemort and his kind. But, when we stand together, we posess strength beyond measure to face the Dark Lord and disrupt his designs." The Headmaster proclaimed, his words as usual wise and convincing.
There was then a change in Snape's expression, a light unveiled within his eyes , his internal darkness descending with Albus's balooning proclamation.
He silently put his wand away, it was obvious that the potions master felt awkward that Dumbledore had caught him in his act like a burgler squeezing the tit of the mistress he intended in robbing whilst she slept unawares.

Albus smacked his lips dryly for effect.

"Now then, " he began, as he pointed his wand at Sirius and said the counter -jinx.
"There."
Sirius wobbled got to to his feet. "Whats... going on?"he stuttered uncertainly.
But before Dumbledore could say a word, Dobby had run into the room, tears streaming down his face as he sobbed
pitieously like a baby, gulping for air between sobs.

"I have to tell you Sirius.. I cannot bear it any longer.....They have Harry Potter. They got him." he sobbed over and over in disbelief, running towards Dumbledore's

robes and wrapping his tiny arms about them as tightly as he could, as if somehow by doing this he could be lost in

their folds forever.

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The night air froze out the victim's blood, a helpless black wine- sticky pool crawling outward from the body like a fleeing infection.

Her corpse was still slightly warm to the touch, her features caught in that moment of unspeakable surprise, fingers twitching vainly in the last instances of death towards her wand.
Narcissa Malfoy's corpse was sprawled awkwardly on the floor like a sad little doll, her shining locks strewn loosely around her head like a silver blond halo of light, her crimson lips parted in shock.
A part of her was still there, fading, but gently.
A thousand regrets welled up inside her as her eyes began to lose their shine.

This wasn't supposed to have happened.

She wasn't supposed to die.
Earlier, before this, she'd confunded the innkeeper, slipped a bit of Vertriserum (thanks to Snape) to the fat hogg and he'd spilled his guts easily enough.
A Shadow charm later and she was practically invisible waiting patiently in the auror's room upstairs.
Narcissa had actually expected it to be alot more difficult getting into her room than it had been, the auror had an outstanding reputation after all of being overly paranoid to the point that where ever she went she always casted a
barrage of protection and offensive spells meant to keep her perimeters secure at all times.
However this time, there was nothing of the sort. Most would gladly take the lucky break and leave it at that but something about it had bothered her.

It just wasn't in the auror's character to leave a room like that, but then again, she was also getting very close- too close to The Dark Lord, and Narcissa was sure that would cause her to start acting more irrationally than usual.
She'd noted while she was hiding up in there that the auror was something of a slob, a kind of messy feel to the spot;

wrinkling her nose in disgust at the dirty clothes scattered all over.

It appeared as though the contents of the entire

room had been spat up in rejection.
Narcissa was suprised they weren't crawling across the floor it was that bad....

She'd had the drop on her, so why wasn't that child like woman on the floor right now dying instead of her? It wasn't fair.

Then she'd heard the locks jiggling on the door an hour later, waking with a start as she relized she'd been drooling.

'How uncoth', she'd thought, raising her wand gracefully from the depths of her Death Eater's robes.

" Too easy," she scoffed as the door swung open.

"Avada Kedavara!!"

But the doorway was empty, and Narcissa's killing curse met only the still air.

"Rasputin's whores!" she'd yelped in surprise as a crunch alerted her, (such vulgarity!) whirling about to find that bitch was right behind her,

Azriel had been trying to be stealthy through the window, and it would have

worked too . . .

But why hadn't the auror finished her already? She could have casted a few jinxes and a killing curse in all the time Narcissa had been distracted. That was what she would have done, but Narcissa saw that the auror appeared to be hesitant, as if she did not wish to harm her at all.

Narcissa noted as she saw Azriel crouched in the window's archway that the auror was holding something.

A sheen of moonlight lit the blade with a sparkle of death.

Ah.

Azriel found herself frozen, staring at Narcissa as though she had never beheld anything so beautiful or firey in nature. She did not appear as though she projected ill intent towards the Malfoy with her dagger, but had merely been fiddling with it to clean her nails while she gazed at the stars on the rooftop, and had been caught off guard completely.
"Avada Kedav-" Narcissa begun again, the auror's eyes had widened as she tried to move quickly out of the way, only Azriel had

tripped on her skirts to fall forward rather clumsily onto the Death Eater, the wind knocked out of both of their lungs.

That was when Narcissa gasped in suprise, a kind of burbly croak escaping as she clawed at the auror - wondering
in the back of her mind why her throat had felt so numb.
At first she had reasoned that she'd simply got an elbow in the throat, but when she touched her trachea with two fingers and they came back a sort of dark . . ugly red......
It was worse than an elbow in the throat.
Vastly worse.

The room had already begun to spin, randomly on it's own.

'And it was really strange actually,' the beautiful Malfoy had thought as she watched the bare wood walls circling around her. Until now vertigo had been a foreign thing to her but as of this moment they'd just been aqquainted.
Narcissa, this is Vertigo. Vertigo, Narcissa.
Well then, lets get on with this dying bit, shall we?

She had quelled the urge to vomit as she fell to the floor.
And that brought her to the present.

This wasn't supposed to have happened.

This wasn't the plan.
Narcissa was going back to Malfoy Manor. She was going to gaze at herself in a mirror for lengthly hours on end in that same sort of detached manner she always had.
She was going to pick at her plate like a wraithe, stare down across the long table at the boy on the other end who was now becoming a man and promise to herself that tomorrow she'd start being a better mother.
Tomorrow she'd get to know her son. She blinked back tears.
Tomorrow.

But now for Narcissa there was no tomorrow.

For Narcissa, time was begining to run out.

Vaguely in the back of her mind Narcissa remembered something, a memory from years ago.
It had been before she'd joined Lucius to support HIM.

"Don't you see?!" She'd screamed at Bellatrix, "Where you'll end up?! In a bloody grave's where! It's where his lot always ends up!!"
The memory floated away, shattering to pieces.
Ironic really, that she would die before Bella.

An oddly comforting blanket of tingling numbness crept up her body. 'I can't feel my arms' she reflected sleepily.

Her eyes were heavy..... so heavy... they fluttered in a panic motion.
"So tired..." Narcissa murmured, aware of the movement out of the corner of her eye. The objects, the things in the room, had begun to turn dark, the shadows growing in her mind.

Any moment someone ought to come, someone would come wouldn't they?

Someone would come . . . . . . .
She thought.......

Until Narcissa Malfoy thought no more, slumping with one last sigh.
Narcissa Malfoy, was dead.

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The Humanity In You, The Darkness In Me

~:~:~: Chapter Three :~:~:~

~:~:~: Chapter Three :~:~:~

:~:~:~: An Accidental Death :~:~: