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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: I will give warning in this chapter; contains scenes of sexual child abuse. I have put this into the tags but just in case I warn here. Also; I do not in any way whatsoever agree with Pedophilia, it is, however, a fact of life that such horrific things happen and many children don't understand that what their abuser is doing is wrong. Anyways, now that's over please enjoy. :) And the bit where they are speaking French is because The Black family crest is in French so I believe that they have some connection to France, its a logical jump from that to the assumption that Walburga and the Black family would probably want their kids to speak the language as part of their ancestral obsession.

Chapter Eight: Veritas Ex (The Truth Will Out)

It was late as James and Sirius sat before McGonagall, she looked at them sternly still wearing her dress robes. “What on earth were you thinking?” She said in clipped tones.

James forced his face straight before speaking. “It was a joke, Professor.”

“We didn’t mean to hurt anyone, and no one did get hurt in the end, did they?” Sirius chimed in, smiling charmingly.

Minerva’s frown darkened. “That is beside the point boys, not only have you ruined everyone’s fun but you have nearly destroyed School property, again. What do you have to say for yourselves?”

“We’re very sorry Professor McGonagall.” The two boys said in unison.

She nodded her head before continuing. “Well, as punishment I will have to put you in yet another detention, you will be helping Hagrid in the Forbidden Forest and tonight you will help Filch clear up the mess you made, am I clear?”

“Yes Professor.” Sirius sighed.

“Yes Professor.” James muttered.

“Good, you may leave.”

That night Sirius and James went to bed with aching arms, exhausted minds and small, happy smiles on their faces.

XXX

October fled to give way to a chilly November, on the tenth of which was Sirius’ thirteenth birthday. He woke that morning to the sound of giggles and hurried whispers, slowly he opened his eyes and found himself staring at what should have been his bedside table. He frowned at it for a long time before it finally clicked as to what was wrong, he sat up and blinked around at the rest of his part of the dorm. Everything he owned, from the bed posts, to his trunk, was covered in bright wrapping paper and coloured ribbons. He suddenly laughed out loud as he turned his head to look at his friends, Peter sat on the bed smiling beside Remus and James rushed over to Sirius’ bed and threw himself at him. Sirius was thrown backwards into his pillows, he felt crushing arms wrapped around him as James held him close. Their hearts beat together for an eternity; once, twice, three times, and James pulled away with a bright smile. “Happy birthday Sirius.” He said and handed him a wrapped package. Sirius thanked him and tore it open, it was a photograph of the four of them together. They lay under a tree lazing in the sunshine, Sirius smiled down at it. “Thanks, it’s really brilliant.”

“Not a problem, hopefully this way you’ll be able to remember to write us this summer.” James winked and ruffled Sirius’ hair, as he pulled away he missed Sirius’ face as it clouded over with emotion.

Remus threw a package at Sirius who caught it. He ripped it open with unrestrained glee and looked down at a huge crimson and gold banner, upon which was the rampant lion of Gryffindor. Sirius laughed happily. “Thanks Moony, just what I needed, a reminder that I’m different.”

Remus shook his head, an odd, knowing glint in his eyes. “No, a reminder of your courage.” He said and smiled mysteriously.

Peter gave Sirius a bar of Honeydukes finest, Sirius thanked him for it and they all got ready for the day ahead.

As they went down to breakfast Sirius decided to take the easy rout, he climbed onto the banisters and sat side-saddle, he pushed himself off with a loud whoop of delight. Air rushed past him, tearing at his hair and face as he threw his head back and grinned. His heart hammered in his chest as thrills shot down his spine, he looked over the edge and down three floors, his hands slicked with sweat as he imagined falling. Another mad giggle was ripped from his throat as he whizzed down and down.

When he reached the bottom he slid off and his ingrained magic kicked in, he was thrown feet into the air and with a delighted shout he glided gently back to the floor to the applause of all who gathered at the bottom. He bowed, panting heavily before turning and awaiting his friends.

As James reached the bottom he saw Sirius beaming at him, practically crackling with energy, he bounced over and, balancing on the very tips of his toes leaned close enough to kiss him. “I’m a teenager now, Jamie.” He said and laughed sharply before turning and running into the great hall, announcing to everyone that it was his birthday and he was now a teenager. James smiled after regaining his wits, Sirius had been so close it had made his stomach act as if someone had filled it with worms, with a sharp shiver he followed his friend with Remus and Peter at his heels.

XXX

Sirius’ joy lasted until December, he made it his mission to cause as much havoc as possible at James’ side. Together they began to build a reputation that would linger long after they had left Hogwarts, they froze hallways, they made the toilets regurgitate their contents, they blocked off doorways, made false ones that no one could get to, glued classroom furniture to the ceiling and many more enterprising experiments. For weeks Sirius was in heaven, he couldn’t stop the near constant grin that seemed glued to his face, whenever he was around his best friends he felt that perhaps he could live with anything life threw at him. He had never felt so content.

Then, one day his joy was shattered.

The owls flew towards them the weekend before the Christmas holidays, Sirius looked up, sucking absently on his spoon as a huge dark owl soared towards him, he frowned as it landed before him and eyed him with what he could only describe as hate. Slowly he reached out, dodging the angry birds sharp beak as he quickly untied the expensive Parchment envelope. The bird flew off, cuffing Sirius on the head as it passed, but he paid it no mind as he tore open his family crest stamped with black wax and began reading the letter.

Sirius,

Your father and I wish you to return to Grimmauld Place this Solstice, we are expecting a rather large gathering and some excellent news on the part of your cousins Bellatrix and Narcissa. I want you there. You have no choice in this matter, your father has agreed that your rebellion will be stopped.

Your mother, Walburga.

Automatically he turned his head to see Narcissa Black at the Slytherin table, beside her sat Lucius Malfoy and they looked rather cosy together. Suddenly it clicked, he understood why he had to return. “Shit...” He swore softly as he crumpled the letter in one hand. James had told him that if he told his parents he was staying at Hogwarts over Christmas, he would be able to instead spend it with him at his parents’ home in the Lake District, now it seemed those plans would be ruined.

And so it was with a heavy heart he broke the news to James that night, they sat in the relative privacy of his bed. James sighed and shrugged. “Ah well, perhaps next year?”

Sirius smiled softly. “Yeah, maybe next year. I’m sorry Jamie.”

“Don’t be, mate. I can understand, I mean, family’s important after all.”

Sirius couldn’t bring himself to agree, he opened his mouth to agree but it stuck in his throat. He tried to nod but his head wouldn’t move, so instead he looked down at his hands. It disturbed him slightly that he couldn’t agree with James, surely family should be more important? Surely he could agree wholeheartedly? He shivered and pushed away the dark thoughts, he wouldn’t think about it, if he didn’t then perhaps the feeling of intense unease would go away.

XXX

The house was quiet as he set his suitcase down in the hall and removed his scarf. As usual he had had to make his own way from Kings Cross to his house, it wasn’t that he wanted his mother to attend him but it felt slightly wrong that she expected him to manage to traverse London with a heavy trunk, alone. Once again burying such thoughts he took a breath; “Mum? Dad? I’m home!” He called into the musty, brooding silence. After several seconds of silence he let out his breath, he was alone. He stepped towards the kitchen at the end of the hall and puffed out his chest. “Kreacher!” He snapped imperiously, there was a few seconds of silence before a loud crack issued from beside him, he looked down at the crinkled old elf. “Take my things to my room then fix me a Sandwich, I’m hungry.” He waved a hand idly at his trunk as the Elf bowed low.

“As the young Master wishes.” He croaked.

Sirius began removing his coat and hat before he hung them on the coat rack and made his way up the stairs, he went to the bathroom. After a quick wash he moved into his bedroom and found his trunk lying on top of his bed, he went to it and pulled it open to reveal a bundle of clothes and, beneath those, the tasselled banner that Remus had given him. He fingered the cloth idly before taking a shuddery breath, Remus’ words echoing in the caverns of his mind; No, a reminder of your courage.

XXX

Walburga returned to find the house filled with music, she and her guests paused as the soft tinkling sounds of a piano reverberated through the house, down from the Drawing Room.

“Who on earth is playing?” Lucius asked, his fingers twined with Narcissa’s.

Walburga, without looking at any of them, said; “Sirius.” She sighed. “He has such talent yet when I ask him to play he refuses, such a shame.”

XXX

Sirius hummed absently to himself as he played, the small smile that lit his face was unconsciously sweet. His eyes half closed as his fingers danced, producing a joyful sound that made his soul soar. He had been taught to play by his Uncle, he remembered sitting on his lap and letting Alphard place each finger on the keys, he had a talent for it but he rarely played.

Sirius was so wrapped up in the sweet sounds he didn’t realise that he was being watched, the notes were sharp in his ears, the music taking form in his head like giant splashes of colour upon a blank canvas. His gentle humming was an undercurrent to the overall beauty of the peice, his smile widened to reveal his canine teeth as an image of James sprang into his head as he pounded the keys, his hair falling before his face. The tone went from sweet and melodic to something much more passionate, in his mind’s eye he saw only James as the rest of the world was blotted out in deference to his bright smile and adorable messy hair. Sirius tipped his head back and let his eyes close, his lips parted slightly forming unknown lyrics to his song. Slowly the tempo slowed to a steady beat as the song came to an end.

The impromptu Audience held their breaths as Sirius’ fingers stilled on the keys, he was breathing heavily and yet his smile was one of pure joy. He sighed and tucked his hair behind one ear as he rose from the stool; that was when he noticed his visitors. He flushed crimson and stepped back a pace. “Mother!” He exclaimed.

“Sirius, that was very good, but I would have preferred that you would play something a bit more dignified.”

Sirius hung his head. “Yes mother.”

“I don’t know about all of you but I liked it.”

That voice sank into Sirius’ ears and he lifted his head, slowly his eyes widened as a man pushed himself to the forefront of the group. He was tall, well built and strong with a head of closely cropped hair that was intertwined with silver threads, his smile was friendly and warm as Sirius gaped at him. “Bonjour mon neveu belle.”**

“Mon oncle! Vous êtes de retour!”** Sirius suddenly leapt forward, jumping into his Uncle’s open arms where he was lifted into the air and swung around in a circle. Alphard placed a kiss on his cheek and revelled in Sirius’ bright laughter. “Tu m'as manqué!”**

“Et je vous, Sirius. Je t'aime, tu sais ce droit?”** Alphard whispered into Sirius’ ear, making his smile widen as he buried his face in his uncle’s neck and tightened his grip on him.

“Oui.” Sirius replied softly. “Je sais.”** His smile refused to leave his face as he reluctantly extracted himself from his uncles embrace and was deposited back upon the floor. “What are you doing back from Indonesia, I thought you’d be gone for a few months longer.”

Alphard stroked hair from Sirius’ eyes, smiling ever so gently as he allowed his finger to linger on Sirius’ cheek. “I had to come back, little one, to celebrate and of course to see your pretty face.”

Sirius sighed happily. “I’m glad.” He said and meant every word.

XXX

Sirius ate dinner with his family, happy to ignore everyone else in favour of interrogating his Uncle about his travels. He disappeared for months, only returning for important family occasions and usually bringing with him presents for Sirius and Regulus, more often than not lavishing the most exquisite and important gifts upon Sirius himself. Sirius loved his uncle, in his family there were only two people who showed him any form of affection and that was his cousin Andromeda who was absent for this meal, and Alphard. Usually the pair spoke in French as Alphard had been brought up with it as a second language, Walburga had made sure both her sons were well schooled in both French and Latin to deal with the ancient family history. Alphard questioned Sirius on his schooling and Sirius spent a good portion of the evening gabbling rapidly to his uncle about his adventures, he was for once oblivious to his mother’s disproval and his father’s growing anger. When his Uncle was nearby he knew they wouldn’t dare touch him.

After dinner they excused themselves and Alphard took Sirius up to bed, Sirius walked ahead of him, still chattering excitedly. He pushed open his door and went inside. Alphard gazed around the room, the first thing that hit him was the massive banner placed above the bed, where he had thought to see green and silver his eyes slowly widened as he beheld Gold and Crimson. “Gryffindor?!” He exclaimed in surprise, he turned to see Sirius watching him cautiously.

“Yes...I got sorted into Gryffindor.” He said quietly, he looked down at his feet at the flicker of disappointment from his Uncle. “I’m sorry.”

“No...No not at all, dear boy. Come now, don’t look so sad...If that is where the Hat deemed to place you then so be it, nothing will ever come between us, Siri.”

Sirius looked up through his fringe, a tiny, hesitant smile on his face. “Really?”

“Really, now, come, sit by me and tell me about these wonderful friends.”

They sat up late into the night speaking of everything they could think of, Sirius tried to stay awake but his eyes drooped and his head fell onto his uncle’s shoulder during a story about an elf he had met in Afghanistan. When he got no response from Sirius at the punch line he turned his head to see the boy lying fast asleep, he had his back to him and was breathing deeply, tiny little moans escaped his lips and his body twitched every so often. Alphard’s breathing caught in his throat, Sirius had not changed from his earlier bath and the towel he had been wearing had opened to reveal his body. Gently, ever so gently Alphard reached out and put his hand on Sirius’ shoulder, slowly he turned him over so he lay on his back.

Sirius moaned and turned his head to the side, mumbling incoherently until he settled again. Alphard gazed at him with dark eyes, taking in every tiny detail, the soft curve of his hip bones, the small pink nubs of his nipples, the softness of his skin and hair. He leaned over him, running a finger down his chest, his breathing slowly becoming heavier. “You have become so beautiful, Mon moineau...” He felt Sirius’ skin erupt into goose flesh where his finger touched, he smiled and leaned closer, his lips brushed those of the sleeping boys. “Sirius...”

Sirius woke to a gentle pressure on his groin, he couldn’t stop the soft moan from being torn from his lungs as an odd building heat throbbed through his body, he shuddered as the pressure increased and he felt something pushing against his backside. He opened his eyes and let his hand travel down his body to his crotch, his fingers brushed skin and he tipped his head to look down. A large hand was holding his penis and moving slowly up and down it’s length, he swallowed a hard lump that had grown in his throat. He couldn’t help the reaction of his body to the insistent ministrations, his voice escaped him yet again in a throaty groan, his fingers clutched at the sheets as waves of intense heat crashed over him and his hips insisted on pushing into that hand. “Ah...O-Oncle...” He gasped as his body was flooded with pleasure, he turned his face into the pillow, embarrassed and confused as to what was happening. “Oncle...please...” he whispered, his fingers wrapping themselves around the hand.

Hot breath caressed his ear as his uncle buried his face in his neck. “Hush, Bien-Aimée...It’s...alright, relax...nnn...”

Sirius’ eyes opened as it slowly dawned on him what was happening, his fingers tightened on his uncles wrist and he arched his back as a sudden, brutal wave of hot, scolding lava flowed over him. “Ah!” he cried as his body went rigid, he shuddered and muttered incoherently as the intense feelings flooded his senses, obliterating all thought.

After what seemed an eternity the pleasure buzzing through Sirius’ body abated enough for him to recover some of his wits. He shook slightly as he lay perfectly still, his head buried in one arm as he kept his back to his uncle, between his legs he could feel the same kind of hot, sticky fluid that usually came from him after a wet dream. He shuddered again, his fist tightening in his pillow case as his brain tried hard to assimilate what had happened. Fingers ran through his tangled hair but he wasn’t able to find the strength to move away from them, even as they ran down his body, tracing random patterns on his skin as it flushed with each displacement of air. He shifted and felt again the viscous fluids between his thighs. “Sirius, Mon moineau, there’s nothing to fear...come on, speak to me.” Alphards voice was shaking slightly as Sirius curled into an even tighter ball and shook his head violently. “It’s ok, Sirius, I didn’t hurt you. I promise. Please, let me explain...I would never harm you Sirius, there are many things I could have done to express my love for you, and this was one of the ways. It felt good, yes?”Sirius refused to move, so his uncle ploughed on. “I know it did, the proof is all over the bed. I didn’t mean to scare you, it’s just that we’ve been parted for so long that I lost control, will you forgive me?”

Slowly Sirius rolled onto his side, his emotions playing war with each other. He wasn’t even sure what exactly had happened, he wasn’t sure if what had happened was right or wrong or what so eventually he nodded. He found it much easier to push it all aside, push it deep into the darkest wells of his subconscious where it couldn’t bother him. if he didn’t think about it, it never happened. With that thought he smiled and wrapped his arms around his Uncles neck. “I’ll always forgive you, Oncle.”

** French conversation: “Bonjour mon neveu belle.” – hello my beautiful Nephew.

“Mon oncle! Vous êtes de retour!” – uncle! Your back!

“Tu m'as manqué!” – I missed you

“Et je vous, Sirius. Je t'aime, tu sais ce droit?” - And I you, Sirius. I love you, you know that right?

“Oui.” “Je sais.” – Yes, I know.

Mon moineau – My sparrow

Bien-Aimée – Beloved
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