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Amore et Amicitia	By : Kimmimaru Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Sirius/James Views: 6685 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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AN: Hi, hope all my old and new readers are enjoying this tale. Any comments are, as always, much appreciated. I hope everyone had a good Christmas and that you will all have a very wonderful New Year. Thank you for reading and thank you for reviewing if you have.

Chapter Sixty-Two: Uitat (Forgotten)

Deep forests of Albania, 1994. Sirius had been travelling for years, he had spent much time in towns, cities and small villages but nowhere felt like home. It was early summer but chilly in the shadowy forest, he walked and looked around at the massive pine trees, his feet crunched lightly over the needles that lay upon the floor. He wrapped his cloak tightly around himself and sighed often, he had been in hiding since a Muggle farmer had spotted him doing magic outside a rather remote village. They had been rather superstitious and had chased him from the village as if he were Frankenstein’s monster, he had told them where they could put their torches and pitch forks which had only served to infuriate them further. He sighed to himself and suddenly paused, there was something very odd about this forest. Something was defiantly wrong. He had been walking for a good three hours and yet he had not seen a sign of a single animal, magical or otherwise. He hadn’t even heard a single bird. A frown creased his brow and he closed his eyes, with a lot of concentration he managed a state of half-transformation that allowed him to heighten his senses to that of a dog without actually taking its form. The forest immediately came into sharp focus, his ears heard the tiniest rustle, his nose picked the smallest scents and yet he found no sign of even a mouse. A frown darkened his face as he turned slowly in a circle, something prickled at the very edge of his awareness and all the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. Like a brief flash of colour he scented something brutally familiar, his lips parted as his head snapped to the left. His body tensed, the smell was strong and it was coming nearer. A low growl escaped him, it rumbled through the silent forest as he heard something stumbling towards him. What he was smelling was impossible. It was wrong. It was the scent of someone who had died. Someone who he had murdered with his bare hands… “Wormtail…” Sirius growled to himself and watched the shadows beneath the trees, he ensured his hood was pulled down low over his eyes and waited.

Peter tripped again, he supposed he would have found it easier to traverse the forest in rat form but he had spent far too much time trapped in that body and he wanted to be a human, at least for a while. He continued on his stumbling, clumsy way determined to get himself a drink when he stumbled out into a tiny clearing and spotted a figure standing in the shadows, his eyes widened and darted around in terror. The figure didn’t move a muscle, even as Peter dived for his wand. He lifted it and pointed it at the cloaked person, his hand shook slightly as he narrowed his watery eyes. “W-Who are you? What d-do you want?”

The figure took several steps backwards, his breathing the only sound to be heard. Suddenly the man spun on his heel, he ran off into the forest but as he went his hood fell from his head to reveal a handsome face, long black hair and bright grey eyes. Peter’s stomach twisted as he realised who it was, he broke into a run, hoping against hope that Sirius wouldn’t be able to dissapperate somewhere he wouldn’t be able to follow.

Sirius ran. He wasn’t entirely sure why he was running when he probably should have been capturing Peter, but he couldn’t think of anything else. Peter was dead. He was supposed to be dead. Sirius himself had not only cursed him but rammed a knife through his heart! What was he doing in Albania?! His feet pounded over the pine needles, their scent surrounding him in an invisible cloud. He ran on for what seemed like miles, his ribs ached and he began to slow down. He reached an odd, shadow filled clearing and suddenly stumbled on something, he fell face-first into a pile of pine needles and groaned. He heard Peter’s gasping breath and stumbling feet coming to a halt behind him, he rolled over and lifted his wand in a shaking hand. “W-What…who…?” He gasped, unable to form a whole sentence.

“Wormtail, who have you brought here?”

Peter started, his eyes widening and filling with more terror. The voice was strange, high pitched and cold. Sirius’ mouth dropped open and he scrambled to his feet, his eyes scanned the odd clearing and he spotted a low-built house with small windows. He had missed it at first as it was well hidden in the shadows, it’s roof was covered in pine needles, twigs and other forest debris. Sirius could feel the magic in the air, the place was supposed to be heavily enchanted…so why had Sirius stumbled through all those wards? He began backing away, all his senses tingling and telling him to run for it.

“M-My Lord…I-I had no idea…I-I only wanted to…”

“Silence!” The voice hissed, Sirius could hear it coming from the small house and he began backing away. “You dare to bring an outsider here? You endanger everything! You nearly destroyed it all with your last mistake, Wormtail.”

“B-But, Master, the woman p-proved useful i-in the end…”

“Indeed, however, I did not expect you to bring another stranger here.”

Sirius’ eyes flicked from Peter to the house, he moved slowly away as he tried not to gain their attention. Suddenly he heard something behind him, he spun on his heel and his mouth dropped open. The snake was huge, its triangular head moved slowly from side to side as it’s crimson tongue flickered from it’s mouth. Sirius was certain that if it chose to it could swallow him whole, he gasped in air and backed away from it. It slithered towards him, herding him further towards the house. His feet caught on a log behind him and he fell backwards, his wand fell from his numb fingers and he felt the snake began curling around his ankle. In panic and desperation he rolled onto his side and made to grab his wand but it sailed through his fingers. “No!” He cried and tried to stand but the snake had wound it’s self tightly around his body, he found himself staring into cold, reptilian eyes. His chest heaved and he struggled slightly, the snake’s muscles tightened and it hissed. He saw its fangs and his own eyes widened.

“Wormtail, bring me out so I may greet our guest.”

Wormtail stumbled across the ground and entered the little house, leaving Sirius struggling uselessly against his living bonds. When Peter re-emerged he was carrying something that looked suspiciously like a baby, it was wrapped in a blanket but Sirius eyed it warily. Whatever was in there was not going to be beneficial to him. He remained silent, unsure of what was happening, who that voice had belonged to or why Peter Pettigrew was alive and well when he had spent years convinced he had murdered him. In his confusion and fear it seemed that his reflexes and brain had gone on holiday, he was now in a life-threatening situation and all he could do was wander why on earth he couldn’t wake up.

“Ah…This is a most fascinating turn of events, is it not, Wormtail?”

Peter nodded, he looked faintly disgusted by the creature in his arms. “Yes, My Lord…”

“I do believe that this is Sirius Black, last of the male line of Blacks…I thought he was supposed to be in Azkaban because he had killed you?”

Wormtail set the thing down on a rock that was roughly shaped like a small chair. “Yes, My L-Lord…I thought he would be put a-away for life…”

“You thought wrong!” Sirius snapped suddenly, causing the serpent to hiss furiously at him. “Explain to me what the fuck is happening?!”

Peter flinched but held steady as he stepped away from his charge, he stared at Sirius’ helplessness and smiled. “Do put our esteemed guest out of his misery; I would be interested to see his reaction.” The creature in the seat said, it stirred within its blankets but made no other movement.

“As you wish my Lord.” Peter said before smirking in a self-satisfied way. Sirius watched him through his fringe as he sat down on the floor beside the creature, some deep animalistic part of him knew what the creature was but his conscious mind denied it. After all, Voldemort had been destroyed. “It started in nineteen seventy nine,” Peter began slowly. “I was terrified of the war, of what would happen to me. You have to understand, Sirius, what it was like for someone like me. The Order were losing, we were all going to die. I was so certain of it. I knew that no power on Dumbledore’s side could protect me and so I decided that my best chances lay in serving the Dark Lord, I began to hand him information, just little things at first. Until the day the Dark Lord heard from one of his servants that there would be a child born that might have the power to destroy him. Of course, it could only have been the son of Lily and James. When you made me Secret Keeper I knew I had my chance of finally securing my safety, in exchange for my life I gave up the information of their whereabouts to one of the Dark Lord’s servants. Then you overheard me speaking to Malfoy, I really thought that I would die then…you tortured me until I was screaming and then my other friend appeared. He stunned you and we decided to give a random Muggle some Polyjuice Potion with one of my hairs in it. We killed them and changed your memories so that you would be convinced you had murdered me. The plan was to put you out of the way, I knew you would never allow me to live so I had to convince everyone that I was dead in order to survive and help the Dark Lord. It was only a bonus that you were sent to Azkaban for the crime and were out of the way, with you gone we had a much better chance to attack and kill the Potters…unfortunately that too went wrong. Anyway, I escaped the country in my rat disguise and eventually discovered that the Dark Lord had not in fact been destroyed but lived on in a different form…” He cast a wary glance over his shoulder at the creature in the blankets, it stirred fitfully and Sirius felt a shudder of revulsion run down his spine. “And now here we are, awaiting our chance-”

“Enough, Wormtail. He need know no more.”

“O-Of course My L-Lord…” Wormtail muttered.

Sirius didn’t dare struggle, if he moved the giant snake bared its massive fangs and squeezed him tighter. He was stuck and helpless, it was not the most desirable position. He was also furious. That Peter, fat little Peter Pettigrew had managed to frame him for a murder he never committed infuriated him more than he could ever have thought. “Outwitted by a vile little Rat!” he growled, silver eyes narrowed in hatred. The air crackled with the intensity of his emotion, even his hair seemed to be full of immense magical energies. “If I ever escape, I will kill you Pettigrew! Count on it.”

“I do not think that you are in the best position to be making threats, young man.” The Dark Lord said softly from his perch. Sirius felt cold reached into his heart and clutch it, terror held him still as he gazed upon the creature with crimson eyes. “Now, the question is what do we do with you…” Voldemort trailed off into thoughtful silence while Peter fidgeted nervously with the sleeve of his tattered robes. Sirius felt the giant Python tightening around his chest, his breathing became laboured and he winced as his ribs creaked. The snake hissed softly, her tongue brushing Sirius’ cheek and making him flinch. “Wormtail, what do you think?”

Peter jumped at being addressed and asked his opinion, he blinked once at his master before staring at Sirius intently. “I-I don’t know My Lord…He…he might be useful…but he’s unpredictable. I-I’d kill him.”

The fear in Peter’s voice made Sirius grin, it revealed his white teeth. “Fucking disgusting coward.” Sirius growled, still smiling like a mad man. “The minute I am released I will strangle you with my bare fucking hands! For betraying everything! For not doing what was right and DYING FOR LILY AND JAMES!” He screamed the last, startling the snake who wrapped herself around him even tighter, he gasped in a breath and his eyes widened as he felt his bones bending beneath the pressure. He couldn’t draw in more air. His lungs began to burn painfully and he gritted his teeth, his muscles tensed as he fought to relieve the pressure but to no avail.

Suddenly an odd hissing noise escaped the thing sat on the seat, the snake’s massive head swung around to face it. It hissed once before slowly uncoiling its self. Sirius was released and he fell to the ground coughing and gasping, his body ached and he struggled to climb onto all fours. Slowly he lifted his head and gazed at the Dark Lord, squinting through his heavy fringe. “W-What…what do you want from me?” He rasped.

The creature could have smiled, it was difficult to tell. “I want to give you an opportunity.” He said slowly. “We can do this two ways, Black…one is tiresome and will be extremely painful for you, the other is easier.” He paused and gazed into Sirius’ eyes. “First I will take a look at you to see if you are suitable for the role I want you to play.”

It happened too fast, Sirius had no time to bring up any defence…not that he had ever been any good at Occlumency. His emotions were always too highly strung, they were never under control. Voldemort opened his mind with the ease of a man opening a book, he spoke no word and used no wand. Sirius was thrown brutally into memories he had tried to forget, he was forced to re-live the worst and best moments of his life. He saw his Uncle’s smile, his father’s fury, his mother’s insanity, his brother’s face. He felt James’ first kiss, he saw Remus laughing, he saw his cousins jeering at him. He saw blood, pain, love, hatred…so, so much hatred. Years upon years of self torture and darkness, he saw himself standing at the edge of a cliff two years ago, his arms spread to either side of him as he swayed on the edge and considered throwing himself off. He saw himself beneath one of many brutal lovers, his hands tied behind his back as they slapped him across the face. He saw himself drinking and smoking in dingy bars, going home with any who would have him. He saw his reflection in the glass of a mirror and watched it shatter beneath his fist. He watched as his whole life literally flashed before his eyes, Voldemort sifted through thrity-five years of memories, dragging some he himself never realised he had to the fore. Finally he was realised, he gasped and fell forwards onto his hands and knees, he didn’t realise he had tears pouring down his cheeks until a great sob wrenched its self free of his lungs. He lowered his head and pushed both hands into his hair, closing his eyes tightly he tried to regain control of his emotions.

“Weak.” Voldemort hissed softly. “So terribly weak…You are more of a coward than I thought. You’re pathetic.”

Sirius opened his eyes and stared at the floor, one arm was still wrapped firmly around his ribs. He knew Voldemort spoke the truth, there was no denying it. He was weak, pathetic, he should have died at birth just as his mother had told him. His eyes were dark, the normally bright silver dimmed by shadows as he lowered his head.

“I can understand why your parents disowned you, you are a disgrace to the name Wizard.” Voldemort smiled as he watched his words take effect. Sirius was so vulnerable, like a child left out in the cold. “And you still believe in love? Are you a child?” He laughed coldly and watched Sirius’ head sink even further. “I very much doubt that James Potter ever loved you, how could he? How could love something as worthless as you?”

Sirius realised he was nodding and stopped himself, he stared at the ground. Voldemort wasn’t telling him anything he didn’t already know, he really was weak. His family had always taken great pains to remind him of his numerous failings, at school he had taken comfort in his friends, yet now he thought about it their attentions were probably little more than pity. “I…” He began in a croaky voice, his eyes empty of all emotion. “It’s…true…I…I’m pathetic…a-and weak…I…I’m worthless…I…I’m sorry.”

“Do not fear, Black. I am certain that you are still redeemable; I believe in second chances…you are ultimately brave and you are strong. Come, join me and help me achieve my ultimate goal. You would become an invaluable part of my plan.”

Slowly, like a man in a dream, Sirius lifted his head. He blinked at the creature before him, it held out its tiny, child-like hand and he gazed at it as if hypnotised. His eyes slipped out of focus as he gazed deep into crimson ones, his lips parted as visions flickered across his mind; he stood before James with a smile, they were embracing and kissing and laughing. He was stood before a crowd of people, all of them were smiling, congratulating him on his achievements. He was gazing at himself in the mirror, but it wasn’t the reflection he knew so well…it was younger, there were no lines around his eyes and his hair was thicker, fuller than it ever had been. He was also smiling. His hand was reaching for the creature before he had even considered it, he froze and remembered what he was talking to. With a great wrench of his will he tore his gaze away and fell backwards with a gasp. He gazed up at the Dark Lord with wide eyes, his hair fell across his face and hid most of his white skin.

“Wormtail?” Voldemort said softly, his eyes remaining glued to Sirius. “Fetch me my wand.” Peter smiled and withdrew Lord Voldemort’s wand from inside his robes, he handed it reverently to his Lord and bowed. Voldemort lifted it and pointed it between Sirius’ eyes. “You will regret this disobedience.” He whispered. “Crucio!”

Sirius’ screams echoed through the empty forest, later the nearby villagers would lock their houses up tight in terror of the inhuman wails of terror and agony coming from the woods.

~XXX~

Sirius lay in a heap of robes, his chest heaved desperately and he was wracked by horrific shivers. Pain lanced through every nerve if he tried to move so he lay with his face pressed into the cool earth, he had his eyes closed as he fought to stay conscious. “I do believe he is ready.” Voldemort’s voice drifted as if from a long distance. Sirius groaned, shuddering helplessly as he was dragged to his knees by cold hands, he vaguely registered that it was dark as Voldemort once again pointed his wand at him. “Imperio.” He hissed and Sirius was drowned in contentedness, he sat there on his knees with a vacant expression on his face. “Excellent…now then, here is what I want you to do…”

Sirius floated on soft clouds of forgetfulness, even the terrible ache in his bones was forgotten. It was nice and peaceful and he was content to just float there and leave everything behind for good, then a voice stirred his peaceful resolution;

“Go back to England.” It said, it was very convincing and Sirius couldn’t think of a single reason not to do what it told him to. “Act as normal and apply for the next Defence against the Dark Arts position at Hogwarts.” Well, that seemed perfectly reasonable; it seemed silly that he hadn’t thought of that before. “At Hogwarts you will befriend Harry Potter, you will do this with all innocence…and await for further instructions in the Hogs Head pub in Hogsmeade.” Of course, it all made perfect sense. He would do exactly what they asked of him without question. Slowly the voice withdrew from Sirius’ head and he slumped to the ground, his eyes stared ahead of him blankly. Voldemort turned to Peter. “You will take me back to Britain, it is time I returned…we must take full advantage of this time. Very soon I shall return to my body.”

Wormtail bowed low. “Of course my lord.”
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