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Chï¿½teau Sombre	By : Kimmimaru Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Sirius/Lucius Views: 6489 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Two: Lacrimosa

The darkness withdrew from the candle as it appeared once again behind the iron gate, Sirius winced as the glare hit his eyes and covered his eyes. Time had lost all meaning, it was as if he had been stuck in the cellar for years. His body ached badly from lying on the cold floor, he was stiff and tired and the sounds in the dark were driving him mad. He pushed himself into an upright position as he saw Lucius open the gate and step through, Sirius watched as the man smiled down at him. “You appear to be holding up well.”

“When will you let me out?” Sirius asked, his voice cracking with the strain of using it. He had been alone for so long it seemed as if he had almost forgotten how to talk. “How long have I been down here?”

“You’ve been here for two weeks now, Black. I will not be releasing you until you swear allegiance to our Dark lord and your rightful master.”

“That’ll never happen.” Sirius said firmly, his eyes glittering with stubborn defiance.

Lucius smiled. “Oh, I wouldn’t be so sure of that. I have many ways of changing your mind, Black, be careful or your stubborn pride will lead you into a world of pain and humiliation.”

Sirius glared at his cousin, fury radiating from every pore. “You’ll regret ever laying a hand on me, Lucius! I swear to you I will escape and when I do I’ll make sure you’re sent to Azkaban and never allowed out!”

Lucius laughed softly, he crouched and placed the candle upon the stone floor. “If the Ministry were to send me to Azkaban I would simply escape again.”

“The Dementors would never allow that! Have you lost your mind? No one has ever escaped Azkaban before.”

“That was while the Dementors were in charge of Azkaban, dear cousin. Unfortunately for you and your little Bloodtraitor friends they saw the folly of working for the Ministry and came to seek out better terms of service, they now work for our Dark Lord. Soon, very soon, you will realise the folly of your ways and you will be welcomed into the fold with open arms, I promise.”

Sirius’ eyes widened in his white face, he backed away so he was against the wall as he scanned Lucius’ face for any hint of a lie. He found none and a dark dread filled his soul, he took a shaking breath. “You mean to tell me t-that the Dark Lord is…has he…?”

Lucius smiled cruelly, he liked the fear in Sirius’ silvery grey eyes. “He is drawing ever closer to his goal and no one is putting up a fight. Your hero, that pathetic mudblood loving fool Dumbledore, is hiding within the walls of Hogwarts but not even they will be able hold back the tides of change for long. Soon, cousin, soon we will see all our ideals come to light and when the Dark Lord sits upon his throne we will become more powerful than any have ever been before.”

Sirius’ tongue darted out to wet his lips nervously, he swallowed and tore his gaze away from Lucius’ cold eyes. He stared into the corner of the room, hardly able to believe the words his Cousin uttered. Was it true? Was Dumbledore running scared? Was the world collapsing even as he sat in his dark prison? He shivered at the thought and wrapped his arms around himself, his head dropped so hair fell in front of his face. “I can’t…I won’t believe you.” He whispered finally. “It can’t be true. It just…it just can’t be!”

“If you will not believe me will you believe it when I bring you Dumbledore’s head?” Lucius said with a soft, dangerous chuckle. “Do not make me repeat myself, boy.” He reached out and pushed black hair from Sirius’ face; he saw the fear there and felt it warm his body. “Or I could bring you Potters head? Or perhaps that filthy Werewolf you hang around with?” Sirius’ head jerked up and Lucius watched his pupils dilate in terror, his mouth opened and Lucius laughed. “Oh yes, we know the kinds of filthy animals the old coot has allowed to walk the halls of that ancient school. Remus Lupin’s secret is no longer a secret, the children of the Death Eaters will now be spreading the truth around for all to hear and soon he will be chased from the school by angry parents. Do you not yet see how pointless this struggle is? You are fighting a losing battle, Sirius…come to us, don the mantle of your ancient and great family and I am sure the Dark Lord would show leniency towards your loved ones…” He reached out and caressed Sirius’ cold cheek, the boy watched him as if entranced by his soft, hypnotic voice.

Sirius’ breathing quickened, his chest rising and falling rapidly as panic seared his heart. “You can’t! You can’t hurt them…they’re my friends!”

Lucius’ smile widened, his hand slipping down Sirius’ neck as he ran his thumb across his exposed collar bone. “If you wish to protect them, you know what to do.”

Sirius bit down on his bottom lip before once again that determined rebellious glitter entered his eyes. “I won’t. I will never, ever join you, Lucius! You’re all demented! You think that you’re so good all because of some accident of birth! I’m proud to be a Bloodtraitor, I’m proud of the fact that I can think for myself. You can do what you wish to me, I’ll never bend to your will-” Lucius’ hand tightened on his neck, his thumb pressed into the indentation in his throat and cut off his air supply. His head was pushed backwards until his eyes landed upon the vaulted ceiling, his hand flew up and grabbed the man’s wrist as he attempted to prize those fingers from his flesh.

“You worthless little piece of filth! You dare to insult me in my own house?! I will make sure you pay for every foul word that leaves these perfect lips…” Lucius ran the index finger of his free hand over Sirius’ bottom lip, they parted in surprise but he could not draw breath. “You look like an angle, talk like a gutter rat and act like a prince. You were born to take up the burden of your family name, just as I was. Do you not understand the futileness of your resistance? Pull all you wish but the bonds that bind you will only draw tighter, I have you in my power and I will not release you. You will become everything you are destined to be; a prince among peasants…a beautiful, powerful prince…” Lucius’ eyes darkened, the candle flickered and sent shadows dancing over Sirius’ pale face as he struggled uselessly to free himself. Lucius drew their faces closer until Sirius felt hot breath on his lips. Sirius’ body convulsed, his lungs burning as they fought desperately for air, his eyes dimmed as his head was forced further backwards and Lucius gazed down at him in fascination. A sadistic gleam entered those cool grey eyes and made them burn silver fire, Sirius jerked as dark flowers bloomed across his vision as he suffocated. Malfoy’s blood seared his veins, Sirius looked so helpless and so young in his hands he felt his body awake with a passion he had never felt before. It burned him with flames hotter than hell as he hooked a free finger into the neck of Sirius’ robes, slowly he pulled them from his shoulder and revealed that delectable pale flesh. He wanted to mark it, he wanted to hear Sirius scream his name, to hear those lips beg him for mercy. He wanted to see those eyes darkened by lust and he wanted to shatter this small form beneath the weight of his lust, his hails dug deep into Sirius’ neck as the boy’s struggles weakened rapidly. He pushed him to the floor and watched Sirius’ face as his fingers slipped from his wrist and his hand fell limply to the floor, his lips turned a soft blue-ish colour and his eyes glazed. The fight left him with his strength and Lucius felt his erection straining against his clothes, he was harder than he had been in years. Not even the beautiful Narcissa had ever got his blood flowing in such a way, it was intoxicating and he couldn’t tear his eyes from Sirius’ face as he finally stopped struggling and fainted. Finally he relaxed his grip, he had no wish to actually kill the boy. Sirius’ body jerked beneath him, forcing a strangled moan from his lips as Sirius took a gasping breath of sweet, precious air and began retching and coughing violently. He rolled onto his side, his small frame wracked by shudders and one hand gripping his bruised throat. Malfoy shifted in an attempt to ease the ache in his groin, his body still ignited by fire, he wanted to touch the boy, he wanted to hear his screams of desperate pleasure, he wanted to mar that perfect skin…but he would wait. Sirius’ will was weakening; he could see it in those hauntingly silver eyes.

Lucius left him in silence, he left the candle burning knowing that when the stick had burned away it would leave Sirius in a darkness so complete he would not be able to see his own hand before his face. Sirius lay still, his body trembling as terror rolled through him like a wave of darkness. He let out a choked sob as he buried his face in his arms, he wanted to get away and escape but he was trapped. Trapped in darkness. Trapped in a castle of stone where the prince who presided over it could turn and kill him in a second. He shuddered and curled into a tight ball in an attempt to escape the cold, he closed his eyes and thought of his friends. He hoped they were ok, he hoped that they had not forgotten him…

-XXX-

“He’s the one…”

“Is it true?”

“He doesn’t look dangerous…”

“What’s wrong with the Headmaster? Has he finally cracked?”

“I can’t believe it, he’s always been so nice!”

Remus walked the corridors with his head bowed, his face hidden behind a curtain of brown hair as he hid from the whispers that followed him. It had been five days since his worst fear had been confirmed…

The hall way was packed as James and Remus were making their way to Potions, James frowned and tried to stand on tippy toe to look over the heads of the crowd. “What’s happening?” Peter asked curiously.

“No idea…it looks like a bunch of people are just standing around blocking the corridor.” James paused before huffing irritably. “Lily’s going to be outside the class room and I want to see her before class starts…Oi! Out the way! Some people have classes to get to!” James snapped, his voice bouncing from the walls of the entrance to the dungeons, people turned at the sound of his voice and suddenly Remus felt all eyes finding him. He shifted uncomfortably, why was he suddenly so interesting? The crowds parted, people began whispering and pointing, eyes followed him as he walked at James’ side towards the potions class room. Heat entered his cheeks as James gave him a quizzical look, one eyebrow disappearing into his hair. “What’s happened? You seem rather popular at the moment.”

Remus merely shrugged, he didn’t like the looks in people’s eyes or the tone of the whispers and more than once he could have sworn the word ‘werewolf’ was mentioned, although he continued to put that down to his imagination. They reached the doors and found Lily and a group of her friends standing outside, he smiled in greeting but it fell rapidly from his lips as he noted the look on the girls faces. A cold dread filled him, his heart felt as if someone had grabbed it tightly in a fist and it stopped beating. “No…” He whispered and James glanced at him, a frown creasing his brow as he looked back at Lily.

“Remus…i-is it…is it true what everyone’s saying?” Lily asked quietly, her green eyes scanning his pale face with something akin to pity.

“Is what true, Evans?” James asked, his voice remained casual but there was a wariness in his stance that indicated he would be ready to jump to his friends aid if needed.

Lily’s eyes flicked to James and then returned to Remus’. “Is it true that you’re a werewolf?”

Silence. A silence so complete it was as if a blanket had been draped over Remus’ ears, his face drained of what little colour it had and he took a few stumbling paces backwards. He began shaking his head rapidly, no sound escaping his lips as he tried to form words…any words…a denial…an excuse…but all he could think was; They know. They all know. I’m ruined…

“Oh Remus…I’m so sorry. I never knew…” Lily whispered as students began muttering, their words like a wave of hatred as it washed over the werewolf. Eyes which were normally kind and friendly turned as cold as ice, people he had once counted as friends backed away from him as if he had some kind of contagious disease. He shuddered and fell into the wall where he pushed hands into his hair.

James moved to stand beside his friend, his body language turning defensive. If anyone moved he would defend Remus at any cost, even if it meant expulsion from school. His hazel eyes narrowed behind his glasses as he eyed the crowd warily. Remus slipped down the wall until he crouched there, his hands gripping his hair tightly as he squeezed his eyes shut. “Who started this?” James asked sternly.

“We heard it from Black, Rosier and Snape.” One of Lily’s friends said, she seemed too afraid to even look at Remus but she held James’ gaze. “They told us that he’s always ill at the full moon, they even showed us some copies of the Werewolf registry.”

“So you’re going to take the words of a few Slytherins who hate us as gospel?” James shook his head in disappointment. “That’s ridiculous.”

“But they had proof.” Lily said softly, she appeared to be the only one who was unafraid. “And it makes sense, it explains a lot of the strange things about his behaviour.”

“Now everyone knows what kind of filthy beasts the headmaster has allowed into our school.”

James looked and saw Snape standing with several other Slytherin’s, he gazed at them through furious eyes. “You bastards!” He growled, lifting his wand. “Why can’t you learn to keep your large noses out of other people’s business?!”

“Oh, surprise, surprise…the bloodtraitor’s sticking up for his boyfriend.” Snape replied with a sneer. “We know, Potter, your secret is out and as soon as the parents get wind of this the Werewolf will be kicked out of school and sent home in disgrace. He shouldn’t even be allowed on the streets, vermin.”

James opened his mouth to speak but felt a firm hand on his wrist, Remus pushed his arm down by his side forcefully. “Don’t bother.” He said quietly, refusing to lift his head and meet everyone’s eyes. “It’s all true…it’s pointless denying it. They’re right, as soon as people’s parents discover this I’ll have to leave…” He took a shuddery breath and abruptly turned on his heel. “I’m skipping class.” He walked off, shrugging out of James’ grip when he grabbed the sleeve of his robes. “Please let me go, James.” He said in a quiet voice, it was devoid of emotion and James released him.

Remus wasn’t sure what was worse, the stares, the hatred, the whispers or the howlers…they all hurt in different ways. The whole school was in uproar about his condition, he had been ostracised and couldn’t spend five minutes in the common room without having ink thrown at him, or bits of parchment with not so witty insults like ‘Go home wolf!’ written on them. He now had holes in his robes from badly aimed spells, people were now physically attacking him if he accidentally got too close and it was as if someone had driven a lance right into his heart. His home, his sanctuary had been breached and now he was being forced to walk in the shadows. He supposed that really he should have expected this but James and Sirius’ reaction to his condition had heartened him and given him a much needed strength, they had become his lifeline, his hope and his courage and now the rug had been pulled from under him and he was forced to realise that it had all been a dream. He reached the headmasters office without consciously realising it, slowly he lifted his head and gazed at the statue before speaking the password, it leapt aside and he ascended the spiralling staircase.

Dumbledore was sat behind his desk looking grave, at his side was a man with Remus’ brown hair and soft chocolate coloured eyes. “Dad…” Remus’ voice broke and he flew into his father’s arms, he hadn’t planned on doing something so childish but he welcomed the touch of another human being. He held his father tightly and buried his face in his worn old coat. “Merlin…I-I…I’m glad to see you…It’s….it’s been so hard…”

“Hush, Remus…I know. I know it must have been…I’m so sorry, my son.”

“John, if you would please sit, we have a lot to discuss.” Dumbledore said quietly, he had allowed the pair time to greet each other before breaking the heart warming scene up. When everyone was seated Albus gazed at Remus through his spectacles gravely. “As I am sure you are aware the news of your condition has spread to the family’s of the students, I have been rather busy answering letters from angry and concerned parents and have attempted to allay their fears but to no avail…now the Ministry have become aware of the problems and the board of governors have asked that you be expelled without appeal.”

Remus’ hands clenched into fists on his knees, he swallowed a lump that had swollen in his throat several times before being able to speak. “I-I understand…” he whispered, his face as white as snow and eyes as dark as chocolate, he radiated sadness and heartache but he knew it was futile to resist. “I’ll pack my things…” He took a sharp breath, hissing air through his teeth and lowered his head as he fought emotions so vast and complicated he could hardly decipher them all. “I’m sorry for causing you so much trouble, sir, I-I wish I could pay you back for the few years of happiness you gave me…”

Dumbledore gazed at the boy, his eyes full of pity. “I can only apologise, I feel that perhaps I am partly to blame for this. Perhaps I should have done more to prevent such an end.”

“No…No you did all you could, Albus and we thank you for it. For giving our Remus a chance at a normal life is…well, it’s more than words can express. We’re forever in your debt.”

Remus nodded slowly before gasping. “Sir, what about Sirius? Have you found anything?”

Dumbledore closed his eyes, he looked ancient and tired, his face more haggard than it had ever been before. “I am sorry, Remus, my efforts to find Sirius Black have been thwarted by the Ministry. They refuse to waste precious Auror’s to search for him, they say he is probably safe seeing as he is a pureblood from a prominent family…perhaps they are correct, I hope so.”

Remus’ face became a mask of misery and he lowered his head again. “Is there really nothing you can do?” He asked in a tiny voice.

“At the moment I am bound here at school, I must protect the students while they are under my care. Already I have begun to obtain people who doubt me, I do not wish to rock the unstable boat anymore than I have to…Unfortunately one child cannot compare to the lives of hundreds. I regret it…I regret it more than I can say.”

Later Remus found James sitting on Sirius’ bed, Peter sat by the window and the pair looked so lost and alone Remus’ heart broke. He leaned heavily against the wall and lowered his head, his hands covered his face and his shoulders shook as he fought off his tears. James stood and moved to him, his arms surrounded his best friend tightly and they stood like that in silence for a while. “I-I have to…I have to leave…” Remus whispered, breaking the silence. James merely nodded stiffly, Remus could see the tenseness in his jaw that gave away his own battle with tears. “…Dumbledore said that…he said that they won’t l-let him look for Sirius…”

James twitched but showed no other sign he had heard, he simply gazed at Remus with large, dark eyes. Finally he took a shuddery breath. “I’ll miss you.” He whispered and Remus broke.

-XXX-

Sirius lay on his back and gazed blindly up into the darkness. He wasn’t thinking, he ensured that his mind remained carefully blank. It was a difficult thing to do but he had become very successful at it since the last time his mother had broken his wrist. His chest rose and fell steadily, he didn’t think because his mind would drift into the well of memories he kept securely hidden from himself. He didn’t like to remember the bright flashes of light as his mother cursed him, he hated remembering the sneer of disdain she gave him, he hated to remember the way she would smile at his little brother. Once again he had no idea how much time had passed but he didn’t think about that either, it would make him think about his friends, it would make him remember a time when all hadn’t been total darkness.

It was a long time before his brain fully acknowledged the sound of footsteps upon the stone steps, and even then he wasn’t entirely sure if he had imagined it. He was so desperate for some form of company, some way of ensuring that he wasn’t totally alone in the world that he would welcome even Malfoy’s cold voice. But it wasn’t Malfoy who shook him, when he turned his head he saw an Elf crouching by his side with a plate of food and a goblet full of dark liquid. “Master says that the prisoner will eat and drink the wine.” She said in a high squeaky voice, her large eyes avoiding all contact with Sirius’ own.

“Why?” Sirius rasped, his voice breaking as he forced it out of his bruised throat.

“Because that is what Master orders…Binky could force Mister Black to drink it, sir, but Binky would not want to do that.”

Sirius sighed and cleared his throat as he picked up the bread and tore a chunk out of it, he was very hungry. He didn’t know when his last meal had been, only that they were sporadic at best. He ate quickly, and before he knew it he had cleared the plate. Then he picked up the wine, it was as red as blood and there was a film of something on the top, it looked like the petrol stains that sometimes appeared beneath Muggle cars, all rainbow colours. He frowned for a moment before shrugging, he assumed it was simply a bad bottle, it would explain why he had been given it to drink. He couldn’t see Malfoy giving him something expensive. The liquid hit his tongue, it was rich and dry and delicious. He had never tasted anything so fine, not even at his parents table. He drank it all quickly; as if afraid it would be taken from him. When he was done the elf took up his plate and goblet and moved back towards the stairs, Sirius sat back and leaned against the wall to brood. It was a little while before it hit him. His body flushed with heat, his breathing became slow and his eyelids felt oddly heavy as he slid down the wall. He blinked sluggishly as he saw several dark robed figures step through the gate of his prison and move towards him like big, black shadows.
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