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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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AN: Hullo, back again with Chapter three. :) Hope your still enjoying, there is going to be a slow build up to the smut but I assure you it will come. Lol. Please be so kind as to leave a little feedback, I do enjoy hearing what you have to say on my stories. Enjoy this chapter…

Chapter Three: Bonds of Friendship

“Remus is gone, Sirius is gone…and no one’s upset by it.” James muttered, he sat in the library in a dark corner with Peter at his side. They had books open on the desk before them but neither of them were working, James watched the students talk and laugh and act as if the world wasn’t ending. “It’s like their lives mean nothing to them.” Peter said nothing, he watched James chew on his quill absently. Slowly James returned his eyes to his friend, he sighed heavily and threw his quill down onto the parchment. “Peter…if I said I was going to leave school, would you come with me?” He asked in a quiet voice.

Peter’s eyes widened. “You can’t be serious?!”

“I’m deadly serious.” James replied simply, he gazed around the library and watched the students browsing books, talking about exams, boyfriends, girlfriends and all other inane things. James found that it all seemed so pointless, everything was stupid. All his teenage angst seemed so laughable with the recent events that he felt a certain amount of self loathing, he had been so silly to worry about whether Evans liked him, or that he had a spot appear on his forehead. He had been stupid to be more concerned about Quidditch than the fact that Voldemort was rampaging the country murdering innocents and kidnapping people, all his problems seemed petty and mean in comparison to those who had lost loved ones to a mad mans power lust. “Doesn’t it all seem ridiculous to you?” James asked.

“I don’t understand what you mean.”

“Sirius has been kidnapped by madmen, Remus has been driven out of school…all because some psycho wants to rule over Muggles and muggle born’s…it’s all so, so stupid!” Suddenly James stood up, tipping his school bag to the floor so a golden snitch rolled out across the floor. It flew into the air and hovered around him as he clenched his hands into fists. “I’m going to free him, Peter. I’m going to get Sirius back.”

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Sirius’ eyes flickered open slowly, a groan escaped his lips as the world came into focus. The cellar was dark except for a couple of candles burning in sconces on the walls, his arms ached dully and each time he moved they clinked. Someone had bound his arms so they were tied to the ceiling. His shoulder screamed in agony as he tried to move and he grunted, his head fell forward helplessly and sweat dripped down his forehead. It was bloody hot and he could hear a fire crackling somewhere close by.

“Ah, I see you are awake little Puppy.” Sirius could only groan in response. He stared at the ground before him, he could see the blurry outline of Malfoy’s shadow upon the stone. “I hope you had a nice rest because I suspect it will be the first one you get in a long time…” Sirius could hear the smirk in his voice and he hissed air through his teeth, he tipped his head back and gazed up at his chained wrists. He tried to yank on them but they held firm. “You will not be escaping me, Black. I will hear you scream and beg whether you like it or not…but you could make it pleasurable for yourself if you simply repented.”

Sirius bared his teeth at the shadow, his muscles tensing. “Never!” He said clearly, his voice cracked as it echoed off the walls.

“As you wish, it simply makes it more entertaining for me.” Malfoy turned to the fire at his back, he took hold of a metal poker and took it from the fire, it glowed white hot and he grinned.

Sirius felt the heat against his skin, his eyes widened before the brand even touched his skin. When the metal was pressed against him, he tried to hold back his scream but it was impossible. His back arched dramatically, the chains pulling taut as he strained and gave voice to an earth shattering screech. Agony lanced through his lower back, searing hot and icy cold all at the same time, his nerves burned, his body broke out into a heavy sweat as he trembled and whimpered. He could feel his skin blistering, his flesh melting as Malfoy pressed the poker into the skin above his jeans. When it was drawn away Sirius gasped and slumped forward, the bit Malfoy had wounded throbbed and burned as if there was a great big worm of fire delving into his muscles.

“Ah, your screams are like music to my ears, Black.” Malfoy whispered, coming up behind the chained teenager and whispering in his ear. “Are you ready to repent?”

Sirius shuddered but his hands clenched into fists above his head and he gritted his teeth. “Never.” He breathed, hissing the word through his teeth.

“Such a shame, ah well, at least I get to hear you scream again.”

Again and again Lucius marred that perfect skin, he watched in fascination as Sirius’ body arched, the loved the way his muscles tensed and relaxed. He fell in love with his screams, he liked the way his body trembled and his voice grew weak with fatigue and agony. Oh yes, he was beautiful, there was no denying it and Lucius could hardly wait to rip those tight trousers from his body and force him to submit to him. He could only imagine those lips forming his name in pleasure, he wanted it. He wanted it more than he could say. He paused to admire his handy work, he gazed at the random pattern of burn marks in the boys back, it was as if someone had been trying to do a dot to dot on him. Blood seeped sluggishly from the wounds, blisters covered the once smooth skin and he could tell by the way Sirius was slumped that he had long ago passed out. Smoothly Lucius dropped the poker and wiped sweat from his brow, he walked over to a bucket of water and lifted it.

Sirius woke with a jolt, a gasp and a scream as his jerk sent agony racing over his skin. He shuddered and let his head fall forward, he wanted to fall unconscious again but it didn’t look as if Lucius was going to allow that small mercy. The blond stood before him, gently he put his hand beneath Sirius’ chin and lifted his head up so their eyes met. Lucius smiled, Sirius was as white as a sheet with water dripping from his sopping hair and clinging to his eyelashes like tears. He trembled like a helpless lamb and that made Lucius’ smile widen, he had Sirius now and nothing short of the world ending would make him give him up. “You belong to me, Black, do you understand?”

Sirius tried to pull free of that hand but failed. “Go fuck yourself…” He rasped, his voice roughened from his screams.

Lucius sneered and lifted his free hand, with a sound like a lightening clap he brought the back of his hand across Sirius’ cheek. Sirius winced and flinched away automatically, his hair covering his forehead and sticking to his cheeks where a bright red mark burned. “Do not ever speak to me like that again!”

Sirius hissed and spat at Lucius’ feet. “Bastard!” He said, knowing he was just getting himself into deeper trouble but he couldn’t help it. Something inside him seemed to have taken over his mouth and was determined to feel more pain, he knew he would regret it later.

Lucius withdrew a pocket knife from his sleeve, he lifted it so the blade caught the light from the fire and he watched Sirius’ face intently. Sirius eyed the weapon warily, dreading what was to come but helpless to stop it. When Lucius brought the knife to his cheek he flinched violently, his face was grabbed in a firm hand and the cold blade pressed into the flesh of his cheek. There was a flash of white pain and then hot blood began to pour down his face from a wound in his cheek. “This knife is made from pure silver, what do you think your little Werewolf pup would think of it? Would it burn him? I wonder how long it would take to break him?” He smirked when Sirius’ face scrunched up. “Crimson suites you, Black. It accentuates this perfect skin…” Slowly he ran a finger through the blood smearing it across his cheek, he lifted his finger to his own lips and lapped at the fluid. “Mmm, I can taste your fear…does pain scare you that much?” He chuckled and crouched before his prisoner, heat throbbed through his groin and his erection pressed against the fabric of his pants as he gazed into Sirius’ hate filled eyes. “Of course, your parents used to hit you, didn’t they? Bella told me. Was dear Mummy cruel to you, Siri? Did she shout mean things? Did Daddy leave bruises over your delicate young body?” Malfoy laughed softly, trailing fingers over Sirius’ heaving chest. “I can understand hatred, Sirius. What would you do if you were given the chance to kill them all? What would you do to watch the light in Walburga’s eyes die?”

Sirius gazed at him, his mouth pressed into a firm line and a frown on his brows. Yet Malfoy spotted the light in his pretty eyes, a fire of hatred so strong it could destroy a person if released. Yes, that was what he wanted. The hate and fury could be used to break him as much as threats to his beloved friends. “Fuck off you arrogant prick.” Sirius hissed, his face twisting in fury, his eyes sparkled dangerously and he released an involuntary wave of potent magic. Malfoy stumbled backwards, catching himself on his hands as his eyes widened briefly. Sirius hung in his fetters breathing hard with his head lowered, tangled hair fell over his face as he shuddered.

When Malfoy had recovered from the surprise he dusted himself down and stood straight. “You are going to be a challenge, aren’t you Puppy? But I suppose I would not be so infatuated with you if it were otherwise…the strong have always held a certain fascination with me. I appreciate strength, boy…” He moved behind Sirius and flicked his wand, Sirius’ clothing disappeared so his body was completely exposed. The boy squirmed uncomfortably, the stone floor dug into his knees and every movement sent agony racing through his battered nerves. “I want to hear you scream again, Sirius…can you do that for me? Once more, for luck…” Lucius grinned and aimed his wand directly between his captives shoulder blades. When the red light struck Sirius’ whole body jerked forward, his voice broke as a scream shattered the air like a siren. His nerves burned, his muscles tensed as he writhed helplessly in his chains. The agony blinded him, it twisted his stomach until he feared he would be sick, he was unable to take another breath and his chest burned. White hot fire lanced into every inch of his body and he continued to scream as his voice broke like he had eaten glass. Finally, after a timeless moment, Lucius released Sirius from his spell. He watched the boy fall forward, but he was prevented from total collapse by the chains on his wrists. Sirius’ chest heaved desperately and when Lucius walked around him to look into his face he saw glazed eyes, his face white as a sheet and sweat trickled down his throat. Lucius leaned in and ran his tongue up the side of his neck, tasting his skin. He shuddered violently and moaned as he drew away, Sirius made no movement and his face remained blank. “I will leave you now to your darkness, we will continue tomorrow…” Lucius stood with difficulty; he had an erection and intended to take his wife to bed to relieve it. He smirked as he extinguished the fire, plunging the room into near total darkness. He turned away from Sirius and left him hanging there, perhaps some more time alone with his agony and thoughts would help ease his task.

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“I am afraid that the Fourth Year Gryffindor Dorm is empty, Headmaster.” McGonagall said quietly, she watched Dumbledore intently as he sighed.

“James and Peter are both gone too? How on earth did they leave the castle undetected?”

“There are many hidden passageways throughout that we have yet to discover, perhaps they found something that led them out of the castle?”

“This is grave news indeed, Voldemort has control of the Ministry, even if they have not accepted it yet, he will soon come into the light and when he does people will panic. I dread to think what two fourteen year olds will do…”

“Where do you think they have gone, Albus?”

Dumbledore turned and gazed up at his deputy headmistress. “There is only one thing they would leave school to do, they have gone to find Sirius Black.”

McGonagall paled visibly. “We must get them back! This cannot go on, Albus, we have to find them.”

“I am afraid that if I leave the castle Voldemort will take his chance and attempt to infiltrate, I cannot put the lives of these children at such risk. However, I will send a select few to search for them, they cannot have gotten too far.”

“I hope they haven’t done anything stupid.” McGonagall said with a soft, sad sigh. In the four years she had known the boys she had come to like them, they were intelligent and bright but their mischievous streak had her tearing her hair out more often than not, however, even that was endearing.

“I will do everything I can with what little room I have, but I fear nothing short of force will bring them back to us…not until Sirius is found and safe.”

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Remus woke to the sound of someone knocking on his door, he groaned and rubbed his eyes. Slowly he sat up and yawned widely. He slipped out of bed and wrapped himself in a dressing gown before sliding his feet into slippers, his mind was so full of sleep that he didn’t even bother questioning who would be calling at such a ridiculous hour. He opened his bedroom door and made his way downstairs, past his parents empty bedroom, they were away busy with work. The stairs creaked beneath his feet as he walked to the front door, he opened it with another huge yawn. “Remus! You’re in! Excellent.” James Potter barged into the house, he flung a backpack onto the ground and stretched his arms above his head. “Ah, finally…It took us long enough to get here. Christ, I hate the Night Bus!” He grinned and Remus blinked slowly at him, it was dawning on him that James Potter was in his house at three am.

“What on earth are you doing here?” Remus said suddenly as the realisation struck him, his eyes widened. “Shouldn’t you be at school?”

James shrugged as Peter stepped inside just before Remus closed the door on him. “We were, yeah…but then I realised how utterly pointless it all is when there’s a mad bloke running around who’s got Sirius.” He grinned. “Well, Moony, fancy an adventure?”

Remus stared in disbelief at his friends. “You’re bloody insane.” He said under his breath. James laughed and ruffled up the back of his hair in a familiar gesture, Remus couldn’t help the sigh escaping his lips. He slumped into the wall and rubbed his eyes. “I know I won’t really have a choice in the matter so I’m not even going to bother arguing with you but know this, James Potter; If I die, on this mad ‘adventure’ as you call it, I’m coming back and haunting the shit out of you.”

“That’s our favourite Werewolf.” James clapped Remus on the shoulder and earned a rather vicious glare from his best friend, it seemed to simply bounce off of him as if he was made of rubber. Finally Remus gave it up as a bad job and rolled his eyes.

“You’re going to be the death of me, Potter, you and your crazy ideas…Oh for crying out loud, have some tea and sit down. We need to plan this properly or we’ll all die.”

James chuckled and skipped down the hall, he was acting as if he was simply going for a long walk, not on some extremely dangerous mission to wrest their friend from the jaws of Death Eaters. Remus shrugged and turned to smile at Peter who returned it reluctantly.

-XXX-

“You stupid, worthless filth! Clean this mess up immediately!”

“Get out! GET OUT RIGHT NOW! How dare you look at me like that! You are nothing but a pathetic squib, It is not my fault you cannot even do a simple spell!”

“Boy! Get down here, this instant!”

“Why are you always making mother cry, Sirius? She only wants what’s best for you…what’s best for the family. Can’t you understand that?”

“Please stop this, Sirius! If you keep pushing her she’ll get even more angry and I’m so sick of you two arguing.”

“I’m not cleaning you up…not this time, Sirius. It’s your own fault! You didn’t need to say that to her, what did you expect father to do, just sit there and take it? Merlin, I wonder how we can even be related sometimes…”

Slowly Sirius opened his eyes, the world swam and he swayed as if he was on the sea. He blinked to try and clear his vision but it didn’t help. He tried to swallow but his tongue was heavy in his mouth and his throat so dry it was painful, instead he let his head fall forward again and attempted to will himself back into his dark dreams. Even nightmares were beginning to be preferable to the hell he woke up to every day, he was trapped in darkness and it seemed as if Malfoy had grown bored of his new toy. Sirius hadn’t been allowed so much as a sip of water since the last time Lucius had tortured him, his body throbbed, his mind was in tatters and he could only kneel in the same position as his shoulders felt as if they were slowly being wrenched from their sockets. Somehow he knew he was going to die there, he would die alone and naked and vulnerable. He would perish in the pitch darkness that had become the only thing he knew, he would die and no one, not a single person in the whole world would shed a single tear for him. He shuddered and his chains clinked with the involuntary movement, a single tear slid down his cheek, burning as it crept over the wound there. He tried to recall the memories of his friends, of their laughter and pranks but all he could come up with was darkness. It seemed as if it had seeped into his very soul and was now tearing him apart from the inside out, he was trapped. Trapped and alone surrounded by the voices of his parents as they screamed at him, surrounded by the memory of pain and brutal humiliation…softly he whispered a plea into the shadows…his voice broken and cracked;

“Help me…”

END NOTE: I will remind everyone here that Sirius is fourteen years old, he is still very much a child so if you’re wondering why he’s being ‘weak’ (Which in my opinion he’s not…) then that is why. A child would NOT be able to cope with torture, this is fantasy, yes, but I refuse to set up my version of other people’s characters as impossibly unrealistic. Not even in Canon does anyone avoid all suffering after torture, Harry Potter himself becomes a little fucked up after it. So, this is my thinking behind writing this, if it bothers you and you want an unrealistic approach this is not the story for you. :) Thank you to those who do read and enjoy it, I put the warning/explanation to pre-empt trolls who tend to stalk my fics. Lol.
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