alwaysimpure: (glare)
blackmarauder ([personal profile] alwaysimpure) wrote 2013-05-18 01:36 pm (UTC)

"I won't betray him." The words were spoken quietly, but he meant them and, more than that, he had to mean them, because believing that he wouldn't fail was what would keep him fighting. Not betray James and Lily and, perhaps most of all, not fail Harry.

"Not quite the same. See, Bella, you can't choose family. I chose my friends and I chose my side."

It wasn't difficult to guess that there was a Cruciatus curse coming. It was in her stance, it was even in her tone, misleading as it was. But what difference did it make that he could predict it? Sirius tried to brace himself, but there was no bracing against this. It made no different that this wasn't the first time it was used, because there was no getting used to this.

Every time the pain hits like fire cursing through each vein, cramping every muscle, feeling as if he's being ripped apart.

He managed silence for a while, a matter of pride proving something only to himself. His lip was bloody from biting down on it and then he screamed after all, because a spell designed to torture, spoken by someone like Bellatrix was more than anyone could take.

He left his head hanging when the pain subsided. It was still there, he knew, and would kick back in if he tried to move at all. Every limb was still protesting and his heart was trying to beat its way out of his rib cage. Much as she deserved a glare, right now it wasn't worth the effort.

Sirius licked his lips and stared at the ground, his hair fallen into his face. His throat hurt and he had to swallow before he could even attempt to speak. "I'd be mudblood if I had a choice."

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