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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: I am back to writing this story as one person inspired me to write another chapter post-haste! :p I do hope those still reading it will continue to enjoy and I apologise most profusely for the delay. Sometimes a story can become somewhat stale and so to avoid that I felt I had to leave this one for a while so that I could come back to it with fresh eyes and new ideas. I hope it has worked. :) Enjoy! (Chapter contains torture using the idea of public humiliation)

Chapter Six: Humiliation

Soft music was playing in the dining hall as Narcissa entered it, she gazed around to ensure that everything was set up perfectly for this evenings dinner. The massive ebony table was already laid with the Malfoy’s best silver and her own china given to her by way of dowry by her father. Her elegant silver dress robes slithered softly as she crossed the hard wood floor and began ensuring that the silverware was spotless, of course this was a needless task as the Malfoy’s house elves were well trained, but she felt restless. Her eyes came to rest upon the central display in the middle of the table, it was a splay of beautiful white lily’s mixed with tiny purple blossoms that smelt of summer. Once she had ensured that everything was perfect she moved towards the door in preparation to meet her guests in the Drawing Room. As she passed the huge marble fire place that stood cold and empty she caught her reflection in the massive mirror above it. She stared at herself and realised that her face showed her distaste for tonight’s revelries. It was not the idea of entertaining some of Lucius’ friends or even her own family, it was the fact that at this dinner she would also be hosting Sirius himself. She had not asked why her husband wished for such a thing but she still felt the first fluttering of nervousness in the pit of her belly. With a heavy sigh she drew herself up to her full height and replaced her worry with her usual mask of cold indifference, tonight would go off without a hitch, she loved her husband no matter what anyone else said, and she would make sure his plans came to fruition.

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Sirius was lying on the bed in a state of half-sleep when his door was opened by Lucius once again, he yawned widely and sat up to face his captor with blank eyes. Lucius smiled endearingly and tossed a wrapped package upon the bed, his cold eyes swept Sirius’ scantily clad form and he licked his lips hungrily at the sight of his newly scarred body encased in little more than feminine lace. “My gifts suit you, dog.” He said with soft contempt, he watched in delight as two spots of colour appeared high on Sirius’ lovely cheek bones. The boys eyes darkened as his hair fell before them and a small sneer graced his features.

“How kind of you to notice, Malfoy.” He growled quietly, his eyes landed upon the package and he raised a single eyebrow in curiosity. “What is this?”

“Another gift but this one comes from your dear Cousin Bella. She had it made especially for you. You are to wear it at dinner tonight, we are having some guests…be ready by six.” With one last hungry look at Sirius he swept from the room and closed the door softly behind him. Sirius took hold of the package and ran his fingers over it nervously, Bella had never given him anything nice. He remembered once receiving a birthday card that was filled with undiluted Bubotuber Pus, it had been one of his less than happy birthdays, not that he’d had many. Reluctantly he slowly unwrapped the gift, to his surprise a bolt of heavy cloth slid out into his hands. He took it up and shook it out to reveal some rather beautiful dress robes, however, the low décolletage and small waist showed that they were definitely ones made for women. They were made from the finest black satin and embroidered with entwining silver serpents, it was almost enough to make Sirius retch. Inside the wrapping lay a small greetings card written in his cousins familiar hand, Sirius picked it up and read it slowly.

Lucius requested some new dress robes for you, cousin dearest. I do hope you wear them tonight, I will be looking forward to seeing you in them. I would warn you not to do anything wilful and ruin dear Cissy’s party, we wouldn’t want anyone you cared about getting hurt…would we?

His mouth twisted into a grimace as he turned the card over to reveal a moving photograph. It showed Remus, Peter and James sat in a park somewhere all with frowns of concentration as they stared down at what looked like a map. Sirius’ heart went cold, his fingers began to numb at the tips and his mouth opened as he realised that his friends were no longer under the protection of Dumbledore. His guts churned as he imagined the most horrific things happening to them and the photo fell from his limp hand as he bent double with his hands in his hair.

He squeezed his eyes shut tightly as he remembered all his torture, he imagined the same things happening to Peter, to Remus and to James and he felt his gut clench in terror. “No…” He whispered and slowly reached to his side where the thick leather collar rested, slowly, as if in a dream, he lifted it up and stared at the little silver tag. He read his own name and took a little sharp breath before clasping it about his throat with shaking fingers. “I have to protect them.” He breathed to himself as he stood up and donned the dress, his breath was slightly faster than it should have been as fear clouded his thinking but he managed to dress himself with little difficulty.

When he was done he took up the photograph and slid it into the sleeve of his robes, he felt the need to be closer to his friends as he prepared himself for whatever horrible punishment his sick family had in store for him next. Then he sat down on the bed, put his hands on his knees and waited as he gazed blankly at the cold stone wall.

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A little while later Lucius heard the deep chime of the manors door bell, he smiled to himself and stood up from his chair. Narcissa looked at him and he saw how her grip tightened upon the stem of her goblet, he smiled to ease her worry before running a long, pale finger down her cheek. “I’m going to fetch our little guest of honour, I’ll be back down soon.” With a short kiss upon her cheek he turned and left the Drawing Room as the House elf scurried past to open the door.

When the door next opened Sirius stood up and turned around to look directly at Lucius, the blond could clearly see the glow of fear in Sirius’ eyes and knew that Bella’s information had been correct. As his eyes moved down Sirius’ body he saw the dress robes and felt his body react helplessly, the robes were slightly ill-fitting in some areas but that wasn’t the point of this exercise. Then his eyes alighted upon the real treasure of Lucius’ plan, it lay around Sirius’ throat like noose of thick leather with its little silver tag glittering in the light from the single gas lamp. His smile widened. “You look like the little princess that you are, Sirius.” He said smoothly as he lifted a hand towards his guest. “Come, dinner is nearly ready and I want you to meet our other guests.”

Sirius hesitated for only a second before his mind returned once again to the photo hidden in his sleeve, he had no choice but to follow orders else they would do something horrible to his friends. Slowly he took a step forward and nearly tripped on the hem of his gown, irritated he lifted it up and walked towards Malfoy, his bare feet curling as they hit the cool wooden flooring. He fixed his eyes ahead of him, refusing to look anywhere else as he followed Lucius’ back down the sweeping stair case and towards an uncertain doom.

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The dining room gong sounded for dinner and Narcissa smiled as she stood up. “Dinner is served, please follow me.” She said in her best hostess voice, the guests followed and her sister moved to her side and slid an arm through hers. They walked together out of the drawing room and down the marble hall way to the dining hall, the door stood open ready to receive them and was flanked by two bowing house elves. As was proper all the humans ignored them as they passed and were seated around the table, Narcissa frowned at the seat at the head of the table where her husband should be sat before taking her own place at his Left hand, the right seat remained empty. As the gathering quieted as they found their seats the doors opened again to reveal Lucius in robes of sable with white embroidery, he smiled around politely at everyone and greeted them. “I apologise for the delay but tonight we have a rather special guest and I wanted to introduce him properly. Many of you here will know him already…” At this his eyes met those of Orion Black’s who scowled, he hated surprises and the Malfoy’s had always struck him as a bit ostentatious about such things, he stroked his moustache and felt his wife tense at his side. Lucius smiled again and he turned to usher forward a figure standing in the shadows of the doors, reluctantly Sirius Black was pushed forward into the light from the chandelier. He blinked in dazed confusion around at the crowd, his eyes taking note of familiar faces until they landed upon Walburga and Orion. With an abruptness that struck many around the table as funny his face flushed with blood before turning as pale as milk, his mouth twisted into a grimace of mixed fear and hatred.

“You!” Walburga stood so abruptly she almost knocked her chair over, her hands trembled as she took in her sons apparel. “What…why…? Orion…? What’s happening?” She whispered, averting her eyes from her son.

“I have no idea.” Orion muttered darkly, he stood up slowly and placed a hand on his wife’s shoulder. “Malfoy, I demand answers! Is this some new way to insult us in front of these distinguished people? By dressing the boy up as a woman?”

Sirius took a tiny breath and looked down at his bare feet, he hid behind a curtain of hair but still he could feel the heavy weight of thirty pairs of eyes upon him. His hands clenched into fists at his sides and he squeezed his eyes shut tightly.

“No no, my good man!” Lucius said quickly, seeing the anger written across Orion’s face. “I have been merely teaching your son the meaning of humility, we took him out of school to finally train him to be the perfect pureblood…I understand that it must be hard for you to understand, sir, but I tell you my method will work.” He smiled ingratiatingly and put both hands upon Sirius’ shoulders, the thumbs gently caressed Sirius’ neck and made him flinch. He swallowed the hard lump in his throat and forced his eyes open to take a look at his parents. Walburga looked surprised but seemed to be considering the idea very seriously, Orion glared at Lucius before suddenly laughing and sitting himself back down.

“Well, I say good luck to you, Malfoy. You have my blessings, do what you will with the boy. I warn you however that he is beyond help, as useless as that vile headmaster of his.”

“Thank you for understanding, Sir.” Lucius said and bowed his head a little, Sirius clenched his hands into fists as he was guided forward. “I apologise for the surprise but we feared that if we explained what we were doing you would refuse, as you can see I’ve made some headway to making him more obedient.” Lucius sat down at the head of the table but when Sirius looked around for his seat he saw nothing, people snickered from further down the table and when he tried to meet his mothers eyes she averted them in shame. He felt heat rise in his cheeks as something tugged insistently at the collar around his throat, he looked at Lucius and saw him smirk. “Sit, boy.” He commanded and Sirius gazed at him in shock. “I said: sit!” Some invisible force yanked roughly on the collar around his throat, Sirius let out a strangled noise of shock as he was dragged to his knees at Lucius’ feet. “Good boy.” He whispered and put a hand on the top of Sirius’ hair. “Now stay.”

Sirius had little choice and he was almost glad as he could no longer see people’s faces, only their legs were visible beneath the table cloth that dangled before his face. He sat in silence, his face and eyes burning with shame. He tried to keep his mind blank but it was difficult when he felt Malfoy tugging playfully at locks of his hair as he spoke softly to his guests. When dinner was brought in the smells made Sirius’ mouth water, he stifled an involuntary groan of hunger as he risked looking up at the array of different foods that were being brought in on the heads of house elves. He doubted very much that he would get fed at all until a silver bowl was placed before him upon the floor, he frowned a little and looked up at Lucius who was studiously ignoring him. He sat on his knees and listened with growing hunger as those above him conversed as if he wasn’t there, his stomach rumbled and he licked his lips at the smell of roast chicken and gravy. It was torture. Finally, as pudding was being served, Lucius leaned down and dropped something into Sirius’ empty bowl. Sirius looked at it with disgust as he saw that it was a chicken bone with only a little meat upon it. He sneered and glanced up to see that Malfoy had returned his attention to his guests, he folded his arms across his chest and glared at the paltry meal.

All through the pudding Sirius sat on his knees and refused to eat, he would starve before eating someone else’s table scraps. He stubbornly ignored the talk at the table and pain in his throbbing body, he was hardly healed and the cloth covering his broken skin rubbed and scratched at his raw flesh. Finally he felt someone tug roughly on his collar, once again choking him and dragging him to his feet, he swayed a little but managed to steady himself with a hand on the table. He met Lucius’ gaze with dull eyes, Lucius grinned. “Come, puppy…” He paused as his eyes landed on the dish. “Oh, you didn’t eat your dinner.” He said and stood up, with a motion as quick as a striking snake he backhanded Sirius across the face. Sirius took the blow in silence, merely stepping back a pace as he felt newly closed wounds tear open upon his back and hot blood begin to pour again. He averted his eyes as people stopped leaving the dining room to stare, he heard laughter and felt heat flush his cheeks. “Such a bad, disobedient dog. I told your parents that I was going to train you and train you I will…” He glared at the dark haired boy who stared at his bare toes. “Elf!” He commanded angrily and one of them came scurrying out of the shadows to his side. “Take this little traitor down to the cellar, it seems he’s not quite house broken yet.” He thrust his hand in his pocket and withdrew a silver chain, this he attached to Sirius’ collar and yanked him roughly to all fours. “Make sure he crawls all the way there.” He hissed and watched Sirius look up at him in horror, he smiled and handed the chain to the little elf before sweeping from the room without looking back.

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Remus sat with his knees drawn to his chest and his back planted firmly against the headboard of his bed, he stared at the boy sprawled across his mattress in an obviously deep sleep. James was twitching a little, his hands lifting slightly as if he was reaching for something that was just beyond him. He moaned and a name slid past his lips; Sirius. It was what they were all thinking. Sirius was on their minds so often nowadays it was almost painful. Remus couldn’t sleep for fear of having the usual nightmares of discovering his friends empty body, he dared not speak of these dreams allowed but it was a comfort to know he wasn’t the only one plagued by nightmares. James gave a tiny a gasp and shuddered before his eyes flickered open to reveal hazy golden-green slits. “Rem?” He whispered sleepily, his fingers seeming to automatically reach for his friends, Remus lay down beside him and their hands found each other in the light from the half-moon as it spread its silver wings through the window. “He’ll be alrigh’…” James muttered, his eyes slowly closing.

“How do you know?” Remus whispered back, watching James’ face intently.

James smiled a little, still with his eyes closed and his fingers tightened on Remus’. “’Coz I love ‘im.” He breathed and slid easily back into a deep, dreamless sleep.
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