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Black Dog	By : Kimmimaru Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 4222 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Seven: Money

Lucius gazed down at the sleeping boy, shagging him had been fun but now that he had finally had his deepest desire it was high time for him to return to reality. He smirked and ran one long finger down the long scratch that crossed Sirius’ abdomen, the boy stirred and slowly opened those exquisite silver eyes. Malfoy could clearly see the large bruise beneath his left eye, it made him smile to see it, he loved it when he could discipline his little whore, it gave him a sense of power he lacked back at his manor house. “Welcome back to the world, Puppy.” He said and watched Sirius close his eyes again, he lifted a hand to his face and touched the bruise beneath his eye, he sighed softly.

“What did I do?” He whispered in a hoarse voice.

“You came before I gave you permission…but as you did you spoke the name of another. I will not tolerate that kind of behaviour.”

“Ah.” Sirius opened his eyes again and sat up, the sheets pooled around his waist and he gazed at Lucius through his fringe. “You’re already dressed? What time is it?”

“It is half past ten in the morning and I must be going, after all I have a wife.” Lucius stood and took two paces away from the bed, Sirius watched him with an expressionless face. He paused and rummaged around in his pocket, with a fluid movement he withdrew a wad of cash. “For your trouble, boy.” Casually he threw it at Sirius who watched the notes float around him. “It was fun while it lasted however, even the best of things must come to an end. I shall bid you a farewell, I would say see you at the next family gathering but that is highly unlikely.” He smirked as he watched Sirius gathering the money greedily.

“So…so it’s over? I don’t have to…?” Sirius looked up hopefully.

“Not with me. Narcissa and I intend to begin a family as soon as may be, I expect she would be most unimpressed if I were to continue fucking her little cousin.” Lucius strode to the door but as his fingers brushed the handle he looked back over his shoulder, Sirius was counting the money with bright eyes. “Your mother sent word to me…” He began, his face serious.

Sirius looked up. “What did the old bat say?”

“That your brother has got himself into some trouble, by the sounds of it he was arrested recently for trafficking drugs for some rather well known gang…”

“He…he what?!” Sirius’ eyes widened in shock.

“You heard me. He will not listen to reason but somehow I suspect he may listen to you. Good bye Black.” Lucius left Sirius sitting clutching the money and gazing in shock at the door as it closed behind him.

XXX

Regulus yawned and rubbed sleep from his eyes, he heard his mother calling him from her bedroom.

“REGULUS! Regulus! The door! Someone is at the door! Hurry!”

“Alright mother, calm down, I’m on my way.” Regulus replied through another jaw breaking yawn. He reached the bottom of the stairs and moved to the door glancing at Kreacher who was gazing at him as if slightly confused, he smiled. “It’s alright Mr. Kreacher, I’ll get it.”

“As you wish young master Regulus.” The man bowed and returned to the kitchen.

The door bell rang again and he muttered irritably before yanking it open, he found himself staring at his own reflection. For a split second confusion reigned before he realised who it was. “Sirius!” He gasped in shock.

“Reg.” Sirius replied with his easy grin, he leaned on the door frame casually as he tossed a cigarette butt to the floor. He wore tight dark blue jeans, black leather cowboy boots and a slightly worn leather jacket but it was his eyes that made Regulus pause. He had a black eye, the bruise a horrid mixture of yellow and purple. “So, I wandered if you wanted to chat…we haven’t spoken for months. I mean, if you’re-”

“WHO IS IT, REGULUS?!”

The shout cut Sirius off and he lifted his eyes to the stairs beyond his brother’s shoulder. “She still alive then?” He asked with a bitter bite in his voice. “I’m surprised she’s lasted this long.”

Regulus licked his lips nervously. “It’s Sirius Mother!” He called and held his breath in the tense silence. “Er…you…do you want to come in?” Regulus asked nervously.

Sirius looked torn, his eyes moved to the ceiling before dropping back to his brother, he shifted on the spot before taking a deep breath. “My visit is important.” He said roughly and stepped into his childhood home. He seemed to freeze in the hallway, his eyes lingering on the stairs, Regulus turned and saw their mother standing at the bottom. She had one bony hand resting on the banister while the other clutched her dressing gown closed. “Hello, mother. It’s been a long time.” Sirius said quietly, his face betraying nothing of his thoughts.

Walburga Black gazed at her eldest son before her face twisted, she ran down the last stairs and flew at him. Sirius was pushed back into the wall where he knocked down a portrait and the coat rack, he felt arms surrounding him tightly and froze. His eyes widened in shock as he realised his mother was embracing him. “Oh my poor baby!” She sobbed, her thin shoulders wracked with the strength of her emotion. “My poor, sweet little boy…out in the world all alone! I have been so worried about you, you’ve always been so delicate. So precious.”

Sirius swallowed and tried to right himself, Regulus avoided meeting his eyes as he reached out and drew Walburga away from him. She slumped against him, still sobbing like a child. “Doesn’t he look so much like me? He always did, such a bright child. Such a wonderful boy. Your father never did get over your loss…” She gazed intently at Sirius through the wispy strands of her greying hair, it had fallen down from its bun to frame her thin face. “You left us…” She said quietly and Sirius noted the change, it had taken him a few years to spot it and when he had learnt the signs he could usually escape before she could injure him too badly. He felt his body tense. “You left us here…you turned your back on us…on your heritage…on everything we ever gave you!” Her voice was rising hysterically now, her hands lifted to her face as tears streamed down her cheeks in an ever growing river. “How could you?! How could you leave?! Your father…he died…you killed him! I know you did!” Her voice became rough, her finger nails dug into her cheeks and drew blood. Sirius stepped backwards but found himself trapped against the wall, Regulus tugged on her dressing gown.

“Mother? Come on, let’s get you upstairs…you need to take your medication.”

Walburga pushed Regulus away and flew at Sirius again, this time her face was twisted in rage. “I COULD HAVE HAD A LIFE!” She screamed furiously, her hands coming up to rake at Sirius’ face. Bloody lines appeared across his cheek and he winced, Regulus’ eyes widened in fear and he tried to pull her off. “YOU DESTROYED ME! YOU TOOK MY LOOKS, MY PROSPECTS, MY WHOLE LIFE! ALL I EVER WANTED WAS TO BE FREE OF YOU AND NOW YOU’RE BACK! WHY WON’T YOU DIE?! WHY WON’T YOU LEAVE ME IN PEACE?!” She lifted her hand and slapped Sirius hard across the cheek, leaving a stinging mark in her wake. Sirius slipped to his knees under her assault, he tried to fend her off by grabbing her wrists but she fought like a cat and tore out a chunk of his hair. His lip bled sluggishly and his wounds, although minor, stung as if there were salt in them. She smelt musty, her hair was in disarray and her eyes bulged in her white face. Sirius felt a terror he had not felt in years rise up in his chest, he felt his breathing catch in his throat and it was as if his heart was being squeezed.

“M-Mother…” He gasped as claw-like fingers found his throat, he choked, surprised by her strength. “…M-Mum…”

“You should be punished! You should be punished by God for what you do! For all that sin you commit! You should be drowned in fire, your vile soul tormented for all eternity for the disgusting things you do. You are no child of mine! Your father died cursing your name…you are a demon! A demon sent to me by Satan! You disgusting creature! DIE! DIE! DIE!”

Sirius’ fingers closed around one of her delicate wrists and he tried to pry her fingers from his throat, big black flowers began to bloom across his vision and he saw Regulus pulling on her shoulders and shouting. Suddenly Walburga screamed, she released Sirius who fell forward onto his hands gasping and coughing as he rubbed his bruised throat. Regulus fell backwards with his mother on top of him, both were panting heavily. Walburga turned back to Sirius, her eyes shining with sorrow as more tears flowed down her cheeks. “Oh my poor sweet baby, what on earth happened to you?!” She gasped and pulled Sirius to her; she cradled his head against her chest and began rocking back and forth. “Have you been out fighting with that Potter boy again? I have told you countless times to stay away from him, he’s such a bad influence on you. I wish you would listen to me…I wish…I wish…” She trailed off and her eyes misted over, her grip loosened on Sirius and Regulus gently pulled her to her feet again.

“Mother, you have to take your medicine.” He said quietly, fear written all over his face. He was as white as a sheet as he met Sirius’ gaze. As they reached the stairs Walburga paused, she was leaning heavily on her youngest son as she turned her head and met Sirius’ gaze. “Mother?” Regulus asked in a nervous tone.

“Oh, we have a guest.” She said brightly, lifting her free hand to touch her messy hair. “I do apologise, I must look a state…please wait in the drawing room while I compose myself. Mr. Kreacher will get you refreshments while you wait, I will be down in just a moment.” She smiled and began walking up the stairs, Regulus shot Sirius a glance and saw his eyes wide with shock before following his mother.

Sirius sat back on his heels and stared up at the ceiling, he could still feel her fingers around his neck. She looked so fragile yet had immense strength, he had been so overwhelmed and confused by the events he had failed to attempt to defend himself. It was stupid, he was an adult now, he shouldn’t be sitting there and just allowing his mother to strangle him again but the minute he had seen her eyes turn cold he had been thrown right back to his childhood and had been rendered helpless.

When he had finally regained his breath Sirius stood and picked up the fallen coat rack, he bent and also lifted the portrait he had knocked off the wall. It showed a man wearing a purple smoking jacket, he had a smile on his face and his hair was neatly cropped, on either side of him was another man and a woman. The woman was Sirius’ mother when she was younger, he could see her hand covering her bulging stomach and her stern expression. When the painting had been commissioned Walburga had been pregnant with him, the man in the centre was Sirius’ favourite Uncle, Alphard. The other man was Narcissa, Bellatrix and Andromeda’s father, Cygnus. For a moment Sirius smiled down at the image of his late Uncle, he remembered the man fondly. He replaced the painting and with a glance over his shoulder moved towards the stairs, he ran a hand across the scarred, worn banister and remembered the pain he had felt when his father had slammed him into it. The wood had splintered but they had had it fixed soon after.

Regulus found his brother in the drawing room, he was gazing at the photograph’s above the fireplace. He couldn’t see his brother’s expression but he could see how tense his shoulders were, with a steadying breath he entered the room. “She’s resting.” He said and saw Sirius turn, he held a photograph in one hand, Regulus looked at it and saw himself as a baby sat in his brother’s lap who was grinning broadly. “Mother tried to throw it out after you left but I saved it.”

Sirius looked down at it and put it back, he shrugged his broad shoulders and pushed both hands into the pockets of his jeans. “Yeah, well…she obviously doesn’t like having reminders of me in the house…” He paused, his mouth twisting bitterly as he stared at the ancient family tree tapestry upon the wall. His shoulders hunched as if he was trying to protect himself from all the horrible memories the house forced him to re-live.

“She burnt you off the moment the door closed after you.” Regulus muttered, gazing at the sooty mark where Walburga had used their father’s cigar to erase Sirius’ name. “She was…never the same.”

Sirius shot him a sullen glare. “If I’d stayed I would have been killed.”

“If you’d stayed you could have-”

“I’m not here to talk about that.” Sirius interrupted him with an angry gesture. “I’m here to talk about you, little brother.”

Regulus felt the colour drain from his already pale face, he looked away. “So, who told you?” He asked.

“Lucius Malfoy of all people.” Sirius replied, folding his arms across his chest and leaning against the wall. “You were caught trafficking drugs?”

“Hardly.” Regulus waved the accusation away with one regal hand. “I was given some ludes by a friend of mine, he’s heavily involved in some gang who deal in drugs, prostitution and the likes. I was only looking after them.”

“How many did he give you?!” Sirius asked in a shocked voice.

Regulus avoided Sirius’ gaze. “Everything he’d made.” He said guiltily. “But I swear I was just supposed to be looking after them until the Police had finished investigating him!”

“And you just took it?!” Sirius shook his head slowly. “I never thought you could be that stupid, Reg.”

“Sirius, I thought I was doing him a favour, I’m not into all that. I’ve never taken drugs and never would.”

Sirius sighed. “That’s not the point, you just need to be more careful, you don’t want to be sucked into these people’s worlds…trust me, It’s a horrible life.”

Regulus heard the sadness in Sirius’ voice and frowned slightly. “That sounds like you speak from experience…” He said doubtfully, Sirius merely smiled sadly. Slowly it dawned on Regulus and he frowned. “What happened to your face? Why do you look as if you’ve been in a fight?”

Sirius touched the bruising beneath his eye and looked away. “It’s nothing, Reg. I’m fine.” He tried to smile but it didn’t fit his face. “Look, all I wanted to tell you was that if you ever have a problem you’re welcome to come to me. My door’s always open for you Regulus.”

They had a quick cup of tea and spoke of meaningless things for a while until a familiar shout from the master bedroom one floor above made Sirius go pale, after that the two brothers said good bye and Regulus saw Sirius to the door. When he had gone Regulus rested his forehead against it, gently he touched his lower left forearm with his right hand and pressed down upon the spot. Beneath his shirt sleeve lay a rather horrible tattoo, a skull with a serpent protruding from its mouth. The sign belonged to the local Organised Crime Syndicate known as the Death Eater’s, run by a man who called himself Voldemort, Regulus had joined them in desperation when he had realised that their father had owed them money. Gambling and drinking debts had forced Orion to take out loans with the group who had begun to threaten Regulus’ mother and remaining family. He closed his eyes tightly and pulled a face of self-disgust. “I’m doing it to protect you, Sirius…you have to understand that.”

XXX

Sirius pulled up outside his flat to find Tim waiting for him, he leaned against the wall with a cigarette between his ruby painted lips. When Sirius cut the engine of his bike he smiled broadly and trotted over on his dangerous looking heels. “Sirius! I’ve been searching everywhere for you, my dear!”

Sirius took the man’s cigarette from his mouth and took a long drag on it as he swung his leg over the bike and kicked the stand. “What’s wrong?”

“Oh nothing’s wrong!” Tim replied happily. “In fact everything is so wonderfully perfect I sometimes find I need to pinch myself just to be sure! Mr. Malfoy was in touch with me…”

“Oh?” Sirius said blandly, puffing on the white stick as he rummaged around in his pocket for his keys.

“Yes. He said how pleased he was with your performance, and he has recommended you to some of his more…difficult…clientele. Isn’t that wonderful news?” Tim smiled at Sirius who opened his door and entered the small flat, he dropped the cigarette into the ash tray and dumped his jacket over the back of his sofa before turning on his boss angrily.

“I thought this was a one-time thing?!” Sirius snapped angrily.

Tim’s face soured, he pursed his lips and eyed Sirius in disproval. “When did I say that? I assumed that you would want to do everything to get a recording contract…obviously I was wrong.” He sighed dramatically.

Sirius paused, doubt flickering in his eyes. “R-Recording contract? Who are these others?” He asked warily.

Tim hid his satisfied smirk. “Their names are Yaxley and Dolohov from DM Records…” He did smirk as he watched Sirius’ face light up.

“DM? You mean Dark Mark Records…they want…they want me?!”

“Yes, they asked for you specifically after hearing such glowing recommendations from Malfoy…who incidentally does their accounts.”

Sirius’ heart seemed to be beating right out of his chest, excitement overflowed and he began shifting from one foot to the other. “What…what do they want? To hear me play? Or…or…” He couldn’t organise his thoughts properly as visions of him standing before a screaming crowd filled his head, his silver eyes shone and Tim had never seen him looking so attractive.

“Of course, there will be some conditions…” Sirius’ face fell slightly as he looked at Tim. “For one I will be your agent and act as advisor and fashion consultant.” He smiled as Sirius’ face relaxed. “Secondly they have asked to meet you in private, I have played them your demo and they liked what they heard but they want to hear you live.”

“I can do that.” Sirius said with an eager nod.

“Very well then, as your agent I would recommend that when you do meet them you do everything that is asked of you, or else you may just blow your chance at fame.”

Sirius licked his lips, he knew what Tim was hinting at. He looked away for a moment. “You mean that…that you want me to…”

“They will expect a favour in return, Siri, nothing in this life comes for free.”

Sirius took breath. “Alright, fine…I’ll do it.” He said and met Tim’s gaze with his own determined one. “I’ll do anything to become famous, Tim. Anything.”

Tim smiled and moved in close to Sirius, he stroked his cheek fondly. “Such a good boy.” He said and kissed him, leaving behind bright crimson lipstick.
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