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A Grim Return	By : choena Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Sirius/Lucius Views: 9046 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters within the books. :( This story is purely written for mine and your enjoyment and I am receiving to money for the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters within the books. : ( This story is purely written for mine and your enjoyment and I am receiving to money for the writing of this story.

Summary: Sirius returns from behind the veil, the only problem is that he is stuck in his dog form. It’s not that he isn’t happy to be alive again; he just wants to know why he got thrown in the hands of one Lucius Malfoy and two Severus Snape.

Warnings: This will be slash later in the story. Right now it’s lying toward Lucius/Sirius. Lucius and Severus may seem to be OOC at some points but the only reason for that is because I believe that there is more to them than meets the eye and I want to play with that possibility.

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                His first course of action was of course to get away. He could hear Lucius call for him but didn’t dare turn back. Why did he change back now of all times? Why? He ran down the hall, not registering that he was of course naked, but that soon didn’t matter anyway. His foot landed on the stairs when he suddenly shifted back to dog form. It was completely out of his control and he cursed his bad luck. The change of shape and height sent him off balance and he tumbled down the stairs, head over tail. He hit the bottom with an anguished yelp, breathing hard to try to get past the pain coursing through his body. He just knew something had broken other than his pride.

“Si…. Pads!”

            He winced at the near slip of the blondes but found that he really could not be concerned at that moment in time. It hurt to breathe and one of his back legs was constantly throbbing, almost making him sick.

“Lucius, what happened?”

            Great. Just what he needed. The whole household coming down on him.

“He tumbled down the stairs. Help me fix his injuries and get him to the room.”

            Lucius had a strange tone in his voice, but he couldn’t be bothered. He hurt too much. He felt the spells being cast and wined as his leg was snapped back together and healed. It no longer throbbed, but it was still tender and sore. He grunted and yelped some as he was lifted into the arms of the blonde and carried back to the room.

“Will he be okay?

“I’m sure he will be, Harry. Let him rest and Severus can check him in the morning.”

            Lucius still sounded weird. None of the others seemed to catch it so he let it go. They each gave him a tap on the head; Narcissa leaning down to give him a soft kiss, before leaving. Lucius was left holding him as the door closed. He half expected to be put in his own little dog bed but that wasn’t the case. Lucius very gently placed him on the soft sheets of the man’s own bed. He sighed and felt his eyes close even as the blonde climbed in beside him. He had never appreciated the softness of the bed before as much as he was now. A soft whimper escaped as fingers began to run themselves over his head and to give him a soft scratch behind his ears every now and then. He opened his eyes and looked at the blonde. He couldn’t help but notice how distant the aristocrat looked. He whined and licked the man’s cheek only to have him wince and roll over on his other side. A whine of confusion left him.

“Get some rest, Padfoot.”

            A pang of hurt hit him hard. The older Malfoy had never called him Padfoot before. He was the only one to ever call him Pads. The fact that he didn’t now hurt him deeply and he couldn’t understand why. His eyes closed tightly and his ears fell back against his head and he knew, if it was possible for dogs, that he would have tears running down his face at the hurt he now felt in his chest.

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            He was awakened by Severus and Lucius talking the next morning. Knowing that they would talk more freely if they thought he was asleep, he stayed as he was and listened in. The atmosphere just felt wrong and out of place to him.

“What do you mean he changed back?”

“Exactly what I said, Sev. He had just got out of the water for maybe a couple of minutes before he changed into his human form.”

“But he changed back into the dog? Why?”

“I have no idea. I’m kind of hurt by it.”

“I wouldn’t be Lucius. He probably had no choice in the matter.”

            It grew quiet and he went to change positions only to whine as he moved his leg. It alerted them to him being awake but it was sore and stiff. He felt the bed move and opened his eyes to see Lucius leaning over him.

“Carefully stretch out the leg, Lucius.”

            He watched as Lucius grasped his paw gently with one hand while the other came to lift his leg right at the knee joint. With a gentle, but firm, movement Lucius had his leg stretched out completely with very little pain and carefully folded it back in towards his body. He sighed as the stiffness was slowly worked out.

“I want some answers, Sirius.”

            He jumped slightly at the sound of Severus’ voice right beside his ear. The man had moved to sit behind him while Lucius worked on his leg. What kind of answers?

“Why did you change to a human?”

            What kind of question was that? If he knew, would he still be a dog right now?

“Well?”

“He doesn’t know.”

            He heard Lucius sigh as he continued working with his leg. By now he figured it was just something for the blonde to so since the movements were pretty fluid by now.

“It is. What were you thinking before the shift?”

            Hell no. There was no way the he was going to let slime face know that.

“Back to the name calling I see.”

            There was disdain in the man’s voice but he didn’t care. No, he couldn’t do this. He pulled his leg free and went to leave only to be grabbed by the annoying collar.

“You can and you will.”

“Severus….”

“No, he is going to stop running from whatever this is.”

            He wasn’t running. He knew what he was thinking, but that doesn’t mean that he was going to let Severus know what it was. Why did it matter anyway?

“It could be a clue.”

            Bullshit. He snorted at the man in disbelief. Even if it was a clue, there was no one, and he meant no one, that would be privy to the thoughts he had when he had changed. He shook his head. Severus could glare all he wanted. It was not going to happen. He yelped as he was suddenly pushed into the blonde beside him. What the hell?

“Severus, he fell down the stairs…”

“And he is perfectly fine. Quit coddling him.”

            And so the bickering began. He sighed and made himself comfortable in the lap of Lucius. This was going to be difficult if he was right in his musings. He now knew that he was here for the blonde seeing as he had changed back the night before. Why had he changed back into a dog though? It was not making sense. He had a good idea how his ‘mission’ was supposed to go, but he was clearly confused on how being a dog would help him accomplish that. A moan of pleasure issued forth as Lucius began carding his finger through his fur. Those fingers felt sinfully good. He closed his eyes and further blocked out the two still going back and forth at each other in good humor. The feeling of being home engulfed him. This was where he wanted to be. He nuzzled closer to the blonde whose only show of acknowledgement was to begin scratching at his ears; his major weak spot. He pushed his head into the hand and allowed another doggy moan to leave him. It was feeling so deliciously good but the same heat as the night before spread through him and he barely leapt away from Lucius in time before the transformation over took him. He glared down at himself as the other two stared at him in shock. He hated not having control over his own body, especially when said body would be on display to Slytherins.

“What the hell caused that?”

            He rolled his eyes and glared at Severus. How would he know?

“You’re human now, Sirius. You can talk.”

            Severus made it sound so easy. He had been talking…hadn’t he? He looked over at Lucius. He was talking right? Lucius just shook his head.

“You’re only moving your mouth. Guess it’s a good thing I can still understand you.”

“Strange. So he can get his body back but not his voice.”

            Great. Just when he thought things were looking up. He watched Severus pace as he mumbled to himself before looking over at the blonde still beside him on the bed. Lucius looked a little out of sorts, so he placed his own hand over Lucius’ own causing the man to look at him. What’s wrong? The man just shook his head and look back toward Severus who was still pacing. He shrugged; couldn’t do anything if he wasn’t told anything. He moved to swing his legs over the bed deciding that he might as well see about using two legs for a change. His plan was ruined; however, as soon as he stood on his feet. His world spun and suddenly he was looking even with the mattress again. Mother bloody fucking hell.

“Very colorful. Apparently the shift doesn’t last long either.”

            He rolled his eyes and glared at the dark haired man. Well, no shit Sherlock. He watched as Severus left the room mumbling something about writing stuff down and looking for more information. If the man could find anything worth finding, then more power to him. He sighed and crawled under the bed wanting the darkness that it offered. Lucius let him be and left the room himself probably to go help Severus. Why could his life not be simple? Was it really too much to ask? He felt like crying all over again.

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“Sirius…”

            He jerked in his sleep his eyes opening slowly at the mention of his name. He blinked and huffed as he noticed he was still under the blond’s bed. A warm fire was lit in the fireplace, the soft glow blinking in under the sheets that hung over the side. He crawled out carefully and stretched doing his best to remain quiet as he knew the blond man would be sleeping at present.

“Sirius…”

            He froze. There it was again. He looked back over his shoulder at the bed but there was no sign that Lucius had even moved. Weird.

“Please…Sirius…”

            His ears perked forward. It was the blond whispering his name. But why? He moved closer to the side of the bed that Lucius was facing. The blond had a disheveled look about him, and at closer inspection he could tell the proud aristocrat had been crying. His ears lowered to lie on the back of his head as he laid it on the mattress. What was he missing? He whined in confusion and gently pressed his nose against a pale cheek. A grey eye blinked open and looked at him. He didn’t know what the blond saw in his eyes but it made the other man smile softly and sadly. A hand reached out to pet his head and he moved into the touch closing his eyes. He could feel the pain emanating from the other man. His heart clenched taking his breath from his chest. He had to do something, anything. His eyes snapped open as he felt soft lips press against his muzzle. Lucius just stared back at him moving his hand to scratch at his sensitive ears. A soft purr like growl left his chest making the man smile at him and a kind of warmth lit in his eyes. After a while he licked the man’s hand and placed a paw on the bedside. Lucius nodded and moved over inviting him into bed. He took the invitation at what it was and joined the blond on the bed, curling up and pressing himself against the warm chest. An arm found its way to lie across his stomach as a nose was buried into the fur at the nape of his neck. It was at this time that he wished he could be human more than anytime he had before. He wanted to wrap his own arms around the depressed blond and hold him close. He wanted to whisper that everything would be okay. He wanted, he wanted, he sighed and closed his eyes. He wanted to love the man like he deserved to be loved. His heart broke when his body didn’t even tickle. How was this fair? When he thought of shagging the blond man senseless he changed no problem. Why was he not now? He clenched his eyes shut at the pain that hit him. He wanted to scream. He never noticed the dark haired man that stood in the shadows by the fireplace watching over them, a lone tear sliding down his cheek.

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