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AN: Ok, this chappy contains scenes of child abuse and torture, if you don't like, don't read. Thank you. :)

Chapter Seven: Escape

That summer Remus received a frantic, near hysterical owl from James. He had been in his bedroom, about to try and sleep but the owl had pecked at his window until he had to let it in.

Moony, get to mine as soon as possible...Sirius is hurt...it's really bad...

And Remus had climbed out of bed, thrown some clothes on so hastily he didn't even realise his jumper was inside out and back to front. He had begged his parents to open the floo network so he could go straight to James's.

And when he had arrived it was to see James sitting on the floor of his living room with Sirius's head in his lap. His hazel eyes wide with fear and anger. Remus ran across the room from the fireplace and fell to his knees, he gasped softly as he gazed down into Sirius's face. He was a mess, his long hair splayed across James's legs, his eyes closed and his breathing heavy. Blood had been smeared across one side of his face and his arm lay at his side twisted at an awful angle. "My parents are out..." James gasped softly, his fingers running absently through Sirius's hair. "I-I don't know what to do."

Remus got out his wand from his pocket and James watched him warily. "Do you think this counts as a life or death situation?" He asked with a twisted smile, James nodded and removed his own wand awkwardly. Together they began attempting to heal the damage done to Sirius, it was horrific. Broken bones, spell wounds, and dark forbidding bruises. Eventually they did as much as they could and gazed at each other nervously.

The night wore on and Remus made James tea while he sat and watched over his friend. When he handed him the cup James accepted it gratefully and they fell into silence.

"What...what happened?" Remus asked carefully.

James shook his head. "No idea. I was about to get into bed and someone starts hammering on the door...of course, I jump to conclusions of Death Eaters and the like but when I open the door, Sirius has collapsed outside..."

Remus simply nodded. There was little else to do except wait as the sky lightened outside and Sirius breathed, moaning in his sleep as if he was having an awful nightmare. Slowly, as dawn encroached on the three huddled figures, two of them too scared to speak and break the tense silence and the third in the grips of some kind of horrific, self induced mental torture.

Slowly Sirius opens his eyes, he found himself staring up at an oddly familiar ceiling, he frowned, not yet entirely sure where he was, or why was there. After a few moments of silent contemplation he tried to sit up but agony rocketed through his body bringing with it all those awful, terrifying memories and he let out a strangled yell. Remus woke with a jolt, unaware he had fallen asleep and James was already at Sirius's side whispering comforting things. He crawled over and saw Sirius awake and wincing, his arm wrapped around the cracked ribs that were beyond their skills to heal. "Sirius? What happened?" James asked slowly, not willing to force his friend to remember.

"Ran away." Sirius muttered through the haze of pain. His t-shirt was little more than a rag that clung to his frame, his hair was matted with blood and he shook like a leaf. "I-I had to...I had to get out of there before they killed me..." He lifted shaking hands to his face and covered it. All those memories...

He was locked in his room, his windows barred. They were threatening to never allow him back to Hogwarts, to finally destroy the last of his happiness forever. He has spent all evening screaming at them, shouting that he would leave, he would sneak out and return anyway and so, his mother, after much hisses of 'blood-traitor', 'stain of dishonour' and 'filth' puts strong protective enchantments upon his door, locking him in for good. He wasn't allowed food, he wasn't allowed water. They took away his bed, forcing him to sleep curled on the floor and shivering violently. He was trapped, trapped and helpless. And they wait...they wait for him to break. Which he does, a lot sooner than he would have thought, considering how he had convinced himself he was stronger than that. He ends up hammering on the door until his fists are bleeding, begging to be released because he simply can't stop the darkness from encroaching on him. The monsters that hid in the shadows of his room, lurking and hissing and spitting like the snakes that represented everything he hated.

And, one day, finally...finally he is released. But it is not to be for his benefit. He is forced into the drawing room, weak and shaking from cold he is thrown to the carpet. Something grabs his hair, yanking his head back so he is forced to meet a pair of eyes the exact same colour as his own and something hot, scolding is poured down his throat until he wants to throw up...but he can't because a strong hand has closed his jaw. People are laughing, laughing and jeering at him and the humiliation reaches its peak when he doubles over, retching and vomiting crimson. Relief comes in the form of a darkness so complete he welcomes it...

He wakes to freezing cold, his eyesight blurred and for a long time he can't see properly. With a groan he tries to move but something hard pokes into his back, someone is kicking him awake.

"Shall we see how much the blood-traitor can stand?"

"The Dark Lord would be pleased if we killed the little fucker..."

"No...don't kill him yet, I want to play..."

Sick, twisted voices. Pain beyond anything he has ever experienced. He wants to die. He wants to end everything...not even thoughts of his friend's eases the agony searing his blood and ripping that horrible, broken scream from his lips. His voice echoes off the walls, reaching his own ears in shattered, broken pieces and he hates himself. His self hatred grows until it is almost as painful as the curse. He loses control of his limbs, he can't see, he can't feel...he doesn't even know where he is...His mother has handed him over to devils, evil, black hearted, deranged devils and as the tears leak from his eyes as he gazes blindly up at the ceiling he's glad that no one can see him...he's so glad that none of his friends can watch him fall apart.

The next thing he knows something cold is poured over his head so he is choking violently and his eyes spring open to reveal a world that is far too bright, far too clean to be real. His body shakes violently, no longer obeying his command and hands are grabbing at him, pulling him up and forcing him to his knees. He stares around, not taking anything in, its all just blurred colour, beautiful in its extremes. Pain rips through his arm, his ribs, his skin breaks, more crimson to stain the green carpet and he would laugh at the irony of it if he wasn't in so much pain. It blurs his senses, he is nothing but a writhing, hot ball of exquisite agony, every nerve a white hot wire piercing his soul, every movement a struggle. He wants to die...why won't he die?

"Die? Dying would be too easy for the likes of you, you filthy traitor! Do you regret it? Do you regret staining this noble and ancient house with your disgusting opinions?"

Someone slaps him. He's not even sure who it is anymore.

"We are disappointed, you are the shame of your mother. I will no longer call you my son."

"You are hated, Sirius. No one loves you, no one ever will. You'll die alone and abandoned."

And then the pain comes again. He can't scream anymore...he's lost the will. He lay's there, on some kind of surface as colour flashes past his eyes and he twitches. He can't see. His thoughts are slow, sluggish and incoherent and he knows they're right...how could anyone love him? Love was a complete lie...a lie told by people like James, who grew up in warmth and happiness...a lie spoken by people like Remus, who are so, so beautifully kind. A Lie told to ease the fear of loneliness and despair...

Next time he opens his eyes he is lying on the floor of his room, his arm hurts, his body is just one big ball of raw nerves, a broken, battered sack of meat with no more purpose than to house the ruined soul within. Sirius tries to get up, but falls down again, he has no idea what he's doing...he isn't even sure if he's dreaming or if this is real, but he knows he must stand up. And he does. Eventually, by some insane miracle he gets his feet underneath him and picks up the thin stick of wood from a desk in the corner, carefully, noisily, he pulls on the handle of his room opening the door and falls into the hall way. Everything sways violently and he lies still, gasping and trying to think clearly...but it is impossible. So he struggles to his feet again, ignoring the agony in his side as he stumbles down the stairs and into the hall. He can hear someone laughing, people talking but he pays them no mind. The door is right there...inches from his outstretched fingers and he's reaching...reaching but it's getting further away...something is pulling him backwards and he's struggling, shouting, his voice tearing his already ruined throat as hands close over his neck. No more air. He chokes, fingers scraping, gouging at the blurred face before him as the fingers close tighter and tighter until he can't feel anything anymore.

"You stupid, useless piece of shit! How dare you try to leave...we have tried to raise you properly...but it was all useless...you should have died at birth! Now...I hope you understand that you can never, ever escape..."

It's his father's voice, it's his father's hands crushing the life from him. And it's his father's eyes he sees as black flowers bloom across his vision. But none of it matters anymore because he's dying and soon nothing will matter...he will just fade away and leave all the anger, the pain, the humiliation behind...

His eyes slide shut and his fingers fall to the floor, brushing a piece of wood...And then, as bright and clean as a freshly polished goblet he sees faces. He can't remember their names, or what connection they have to him but they force away the darkness, they fill him with fire. He knows they're important somehow, he knows that the one with brown hair that flops inelegantly into his eyes, the one with that shy, far too adult smile is somehow too important to leave behind...

Several things happen at once...

The hands on his throat loosen as he begins to lose consciousness, it is not much but he regains enough air to grab the warm stick by his fingers, he lifts it, pointing it into the face of his father and without words a sudden, bright explosion knocks him away...and he is free. He falls to all fours, choking, retching and gasping, but crawling determinedly towards that door...the door that seems to be trying to escape him...

Sirius decided he must have escaped, or else he wouldn't be lying on James's living room floor feeling as if he'd been hit by the Hogwarts Express. He feels dizzy and sick, the rush of memories is too much and he rolls onto his side and empties his stomach onto the floor. As his eyes blur with tears of pain he sees little more than a crimson splatter and he hears gasps and hurried footsteps, muttered voices all blurring into nothing as he falls into a warm, comforting embrace trying to believe the softly muttered words:

"You'll be alright, Padfoot...everything'll be just fine now...I promise..."

Remus paced. Back and forth, back and forth over and over again. He can see James slumped despondently in a chair, his head back against the clean white hospital wall as he sighs and fidgets with his sleeves. Suddenly the door they sit beside opens and Remus spins around to see Charlus Potter standing there looking grave, his black hair is messy just like James's except his is greying in areas. He pushes his glasses further onto his nose and manages a small smile. "He'll be fine, boys." He said softly. "The Healers say that he is suffering from internal bleeding but they can fix that up in no time, they also applaud you for your healing spells, although not perfect they may have saved his life."

Remus felt his knees go weak and he fell into a wall. "Thank Merlin." He gasped, closing his eyes and feeling most of the terror leave him. "Thank Merlin." He said again.

James sighed and ran fingers through his own hair, he was still in his Pyjama's and a robe and he had dark circles under his eyes but he looked as relieved as Remus. "That was too close...I knew I should have got him out of their sooner!"

"James, there's very little you could have done." Dorea said, emerging from behind her husband. Her resemblance to Sirius was quite unnerving and Remus couldn't look her in the eyes without remembering stolen moments at Hogwarts. "He will be safe now, I doubt Walburga will bother coming to get him...if only to avoid a confrontation with me." She smiled and Remus saw James in that smile. She sat down beside her son and Charlus disappeared to get them all some tea. The silence was less tense but Remus found himself sinking down the wall and drawing his knees to his chest, he gazed at the opposite wall where a painting eyed him beadily.

James huffed, frowning irritably at nothing. "Why would that bitch woman care about confronting you, mum?" He asked.

"Language, please, James." Dorea replied, though with little reprimand. "Because I am a lot older, wiser and I know things which would destroy her reputation." She said calmly, putting her arm around her son who shrugged her off, rolling his eyes.

"Don't hug me, Mother...we're in a public place." He grouched and tried to look surly, Remus almost laughed, James didn't do surly very well.

Sirius woke half a day later, he felt woozy and unsure where he was. Everything around him was blindingly white, the walls were painful to look at so he sighed and closed his eyes tightly.

"Well, well...it seems Mr. Padfoot is awake at last, Mr. Moony."

"I did notice, Mr. Prongs, how do you think we should get him to open his eyes, Mr. Wormtail?"

"Something loud? A horn, maybe?"

"Sounds like a plan, Mr. Wormtail...Mr. Moony, will you do the honours?"

"Gladly, Mr. Prongs."

"Mr. Padfoot disagrees with the chosen course of action as he has the headache that will end all other headaches. He appreciates Mr. Prongs, Mr. Moony, and Mr. Wormtail's attempt at making him open his eyes, but sadly must decline." Sirius opened an eye and smiled slowly. "However, a glass of water wouldn't go amiss." He croaked.

Remus smiled brightly, he poured the water while Sirius pushed himself up with a wince. "How are you?" Remus asked softly, handing him the glass.

Sirius sipped the water slowly, it was cold and it had to be some kind of magical enchanted water because it was the best damned thing he'd ever tasted. Once finished he wiped the back of his hand across his mouth and shook his head. "Free." He replied and his smile widened. "I am free..."

James grinned back, reaching out and clapping him on the back. "Yes, yes you are! My mum said you can stay with us until you're seventeen but then you'll need to get your own place."

"Your mother is an angel. I always say so." Sirius's smile felt as if it was going reach right off his face, he couldn't help it. He was actually free of his evil home...and the shackles of his name would be meaningless and everything was so wonderfully bright and clear and for the first time in Sixteen and a bit years (Because you can never forget the 'bit') he could actually see a future for himself.

That night he was released, he went home with the only adults who had truly cared about him and although he was awkward at first, he eventually got used to it. The only real problem he had was when Dorea came rushing into the hospital room, taken one look at him and announced that he was far too thin and she would make sure that he got three good meals a day before she hugged him. Her embrace was warm and soft and unlike anything he had ever felt in his life, and it terrified him. He squirmed away uncomfortably and avoided her gaze. "Please, Mrs. Potter I...I'd rather..."

"Oh, Sirius, how many years have you been staying at ours now? It's Dorea."

Sirius smiled a little weakly. "Ok...Dorea then...um...You don't have to..."

"I don't have to what? Treat you like a son?"

Sirius physically flinched at that. "No, that's fine. I'm James's mate...no need to go to so much trouble...I'll be out of your hair as soon as I turn seventeen...And I..." She hugged him again but this time didn't release him. He froze, eyes wide with confusion and fear. He didn't know how to react to this, someone was treating him kindly...an adult was treating him as if he mattered...as if his life was worth something and it was so warm...and it made his chest ache strangely and he couldn't cope. He pulled away, hiding his face behind his hair as Dorea patted his head gently.

"Sirius, you are always welcome with us. Please, don't be afraid to take advantage of kindness...I understand, better than anyone else. You went through hell, but now you're safe, you're allowed to be a teenager again." With those soft words she left him alone while she signed his release forms. And he bent his head, letting his eyes burn too fiercely and feeling the awful, painful tug on his heart and lungs as they burned.

On the second of September Sirius walked down the corridor, his steps light and he gazed down at his time table, frowning slightly. He had passed all his OWLs with his lowest grade being Exceeds Expectations and he smiled, he had always known he was good. Potions was the first order of the day, unfortunately he had to take it with Slytherin's and he hated Slytherin's...luckily both Remus and James would be with him, after James had finished going to the bathroom and admiring himself with his shiny new Captains badge. As he turned a corner, heading towards the dungeons he froze.

Stood before him was a boy, a year younger and wearing a green and silver tie. Both boys gazed at each other, grey eyes to grey eyes. "Regulus..." Sirius breathed.

Regulus looked sad for a moment before they both heard loud shouts and laughter from behind each of them. Sirius saw Reg go for his wand and he drew his own with a sigh, they pointed them at each other, simply staring as the Gryffindors rounded a corner, laughing at something James had said, and the Slytherin's came to a halt behind Regulus. Two wands lifted on either side of Sirius, and he smiled slightly, closing his eyes.

"So, what do we have here?" James said loudly, his voice bouncing off the walls. "A bunch of filthy snakes? Well, you're in our way, move."

Regulus sneered, taking courage from the Slytherin's at his back. "And you'll do what, to make us move, Potter? I will not take orders from Blood-traitors like you!"

James ruffled his hair and smiled, the kind of smile everyone in Gryffindor had come to associate with someone changing colour or sprouting horns. "Well I, for one, am glad to be a Blood-traitor, if it means not looking like a greasy slime ball for the rest of my life..."

Regulus rolled his eyes. And Sirius leaned towards James a bit. "Watch it there mate, he looks like me." He muttered. James chuckled.

"If you cannot conceive of any better insults then go find that slutty little Mudblood you're so fond of and-..." he stumbled backwards, blood spattering his robes. His eyes were wide as he gazed at his brother.

"Mudblood? You think that you, of all people, have any right to say those words?" Sirius growled, advancing a few steps.

Regulus sneered, glaring daggers as he lifted his own wand and pointed it at Sirius. "You speak as if the same blood doesn't run through both our veins!"

"Yeah...I know it does. And the thought makes me wish I could cut my wrists open and bleed the fucking taint out of me! I will be forever haunted by the knowledge I come from a long line of inbred fools who cannot think for themselves!"

"Sirius...do you even know what your leaving did to our mother? She spent weeks crying! You have been disinherited, you will be forced into poverty all because of a few disagreements? I hope you starve to death, because it will be less painful than what the Dark Lord and cousin Bella have planned for you!"

"I'd rather cut off my own fucking arm than accept anything from the disgusting whore who gave birth to me! Regulus, you saw what they did! You were there! In the very same room as they forced me to drink that potion and puke blood...you were there when they were trying to beat me to death, when they tortured me! How dare you...how dare you stand there and tell me how sorry I should be because the bitch whose womb I came out of cries! You fucking, stupid idiot!" Sparks shot from the end of Sirius's wand as he spoke and Regulus hissed air through his teeth softly, something in his eyes seemed to soften slightly before hardening again.

"You make me sick." Regulus hissed his wand a blur as he sent a jet of light at Sirius who blocked it almost casually, he was smiling, a taught smile that was all teeth and not in slightest bit friendly as spells began shooting in all directions. Stone shattered around them and people began backing away, James stood at Sirius's side, watching the other Slytherin's for any sign of movement while Remus watched the duel in awe. He had never truly seen Sirius duel for real, but as he watched he could almost see that both brothers were duelling to either maim or even kill.

"S-Sirius..." Remus began, trying to grab his friend, but Sirius was too involved. James hardly moved except to put up a strong shield charm and keep watching the Slytherin's who again watched with awe and reverence.

"You..." Sirius panted, blocking yet another spell from his brother. He had several holes smoking in his robes and a long, jagged cut across the back of his hand. "You...are so...fucking...brainwashed..." He fired his own spell which hit Regulus in the chest, driving him backwards.

Reg recovered, shaking his head, so his hair was as messy as Sirius's. He smiled, almost the mirror image of his older brother. "Did you know..." he began, dodging a well aimed hex that a seventh year Slytherin had to deflect. "That Uncle Alphard..." Regulus fired crimson light at Sirius who almost dodged it, but at the mention of his favourite Uncle he faltered and ended up getting a massive cut in his chest, he stumbled backwards, panting heavily, his tongue darting in and out like it did when he was a dog. He retaliated like lightening, a Slytherin girl screaming as the hex hit her in the face and she began swelling. Unlike the Gryffindor's the Slytherin's were not protecting one another with Shield Charms, as far as Sirius was concerned that was their own fault. Regulus's grin turned slightly deranged as he dodged and tried to hex his brother. "Uncle Alphard Died!" He said suddenly.

Sirius's eyes widened, he lost his footing and slipped, grabbing the wall. "What?" he muttered, his voice losing all anger, his eyes wide and uncomprehending.

"Yes...dear brother. The only member of our family who even liked you...Alphard was murdered a week ago." Sirius stood, panting heavily, sweat dripping down his neck as he gazed at Regulus. "He managed to leave you a hefty amount of gold...so of course, he was blasted off of the family tree...along with you. Blood-traitors must stick together after all."

"He...he did?" Sirius's eyes widened. He was shocked, he knew Alphard liked him, they had got along rather well, but he had never expected gold from him.

"Yes, it seems he was most impressed by the fact that you escaped...that you broke mother's heart!" Regulus, without so much as a warning shot a curse at Sirius who was too shocked to deflect it properly, he was thrown backwards, hitting James's shield charm and crumpling to the floor.

Regulus walked over, James stood between them, wand raised and his brows drawn into a dark and forbidding frown. "Not another step closer, or I will get involved." He said firmly, noticing Remus's wand rise with his.

Regulus sneered again before spitting at James's feet and walking away. Remus felt a flash of anger, totally unlike him, but before he had even considered it his own spell hit Regulus in the back, sending him flying head over heels into the shocked crowd of Slytherin's. James raised an eyebrow and turned to Moony who was grinding his teeth and growling in a rather wolfish way, his eyes amber. "No one...and I mean, no one spits at my friends!" Remus said softly as he lowered his wand.

The Slytherin's began separating out, their wands all raised. James scanned them, noting names and saw mostly potential Death Eaters. He lifted his own wand again, standing tall, Remus copying him and he heard Sirius struggling to his feet and wobbling to their side, his wand lifting to join theirs and a sick, half insane grin on his face. "Guess this is war then!" he said with relish. "Who wants some...? I got plenty more left!" And he looked like he meant it, his silver eyes shining fiercely it was almost too painful to look into them. The three of them stood there, tall and unafraid, as if they had been doing it all their lives. As Regulus gazed at them he realised they looked ready to die for each other.

Several other Gryffindor's joined them, and a silence descended.
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