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blackmarauder ([personal profile] alwaysimpure) wrote2012-09-15 05:57 am
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What if Peter hadn't been the secret-keeper, but still a traitor?


It wasn't often that Sirius considered, even for a moment, being grateful to his mother. She had made his life misery, she had turned his brother from him, she had messed him up the way only family could. But at least she had also prepared him for pain, definitely for more pain than any growing child should have to experience and through enough that he had been able to withstand more torture than most minds could take since he'd been captured.

A trap, a simple one, but he had trusted Peter and that had made this so easy. Of course he'd trusted Peter. Not because Peter was brave or overly loyal, but because he just didn't seem capable of deceit. Too much the coward, too stupid. he had underestimated him and that's how he ended up here. Some dungeon, who knew where, chained to the wall, wandless and in pain.

Deatheaters weren't gentle captors, especially not to bloodtraitors. He hadn't eaten or drunk, hell, hadn't slept or pissed since this started, not that he had any way of telling how much time had passed. But as long as there was so much importance on getting the truth from him, at least Sirius knew that they were still safe and that gave him strength like nothing else.

There was no one with him at the moment, a short but welcome reprieve. Sirius had closed his eyes, tried to use wandless magic to find some spell to break the chains, hopeless as that was. He'd have been better of focusing his strength on a healing spell, but that had never been his style. Too much of a fighter.
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[personal profile] raggedywizard 2012-09-15 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
It had taken everything he had, for Remus to track Sirius down. In the end, it had been his curse that ended up being his aid, reluctant though he was to admit it. Just hours until night and he had caught a whiff, the faintest whiff but there, of a scent he would never forget, engrained in his mind with the monster's pack instincts. Just another Wizard passing by, and he had nearly disregarded it entirely. But there it was. And Padfoot - it had been so long since Remus had seen him - but the smell that clung to the wizard's robes was tainted with copper and iron and his hand gripped tighter on his wand, beneath his robe.

Tailing a paranoid wizard was never easy, but a stupefy and an obliviate later and Remus had slipped through the doors, his heart high in his chest with fear and thrill in equal parts. The Marauder spirit ingrained in him like a lifelong instinct.

He could smell Sirius everywhere. In the hall, on the stairs, with the sickening thick and heavy scent of blood and sweat and- oh. there was blood on the floor and on instruments he passed. There was no thought from the logical marauder to how reckless or dangerous this was. how easy it would be to get caught. Only one thing mattered, and that was his pa- was Sirius. Was finding him.

The war was a dangerous time for anyone, but Sirius was a Black on the wrong side of it, and worse, well known to be James Potter's best friend. Danger and trouble were tied around his neck like a noose.

The moment Remus caught sight of him, he had to bite his tongue to keep from shouting. There was blood, and black and purple, tinged with sickly yellow-green everywhere.

Remus knew where he was. What the dangers were. That it was unlikely Sirius was here without a guard. So he wasted no time at all and lunged forward, wand already flicking at the restraints to not unlock them, no, banish them, far away, even as he strode the last few steps to be certain he could catch Sirius from his fall.

A growl rumbled low in his throat and hot, salty tears stung at his eyes. How had they caught him? Why hadn't he been found before this? Why had no one told Remus he was missing? Sirius was too heavy for him to carry, but that was easy enough to fix. Unfortunately he couldn't apparate them out of here. The other wizards might follow him, and then they would both be captive.

What he would not give for James' cloak right now.

"Dear Merlin," He whispered "What did they do to you."
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[personal profile] raggedywizard 2012-09-15 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
They were not going to get caught. Remus kept repeating that in his mind, hoping it was the truth. He had acted quickly and without planning, the way he had so often chided Sirius and James for doing. But now he was going to do so again. Talking could wait until they were far away and Remus had thrown up every protection spell he knew.

"Explanations later. Hold still." With another wave of his wand, Sirius weighed nearly nothing. Light as a feather, they used to say. There was no time about arguing whether or not he could limp out of here.

Remus was dragging him into his arms as gently as he could and trying to appear far calmer than the jack hammer of his hear betrayed. The den of the beast, his mind whispered. He ignored it again.

The trip back to the door seemed to take a lifetime of ducking back, checking corners, and hoping against hope. Like they would never reach the end. It took five minutes. All in all, a very short span of time. But a lot could happen in five minutes.

When at last they reached the door, Remus gave Sirius a hurried apology, and his months of time trying to gain allies for the Order, racing through forests and wilderness, showed in a very big way when he took off into the trees with Sirius against his side. A three legged race where only one pair of legs was in the running and the other narrowly missed roots and rocks, but always did, just barely.

Not until Remus' lungs were burning and his heart stuttering did he half stumble to a stop, his hand slipping tight into Sirius' with a whispered word and they both thudded to the floor of a ramshackle cottage, ungracefully, painfully. Remus on his hands and knees, dragging in deep lungfuls of air, and still tense, his wand clenched in white knuckles.
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[personal profile] raggedywizard 2012-09-15 05:46 am (UTC)(link)
"Just a bit less than you are, now hold still." Remus' hands were on Sirius the moment he recovered enough to catch his breath. His muscles were burning, adrenaline racing through his blood like a drug. It didn't matter. Right now nothing mattered but making sure Sirius was okay. No. Hold on. Scratch that.

Abruptly his hands disappeared, a few bloody shreds of shirt he had managed to remove, dropping to the floor. He cast every protection spell he could think of on his tiny, middle of nowhere cabin and hoped they could not be followed. Hope was all they had these days. Hope and determination.

As soon as he was done, he was checking Sirius' injuries, apologizing under his breath for the race to freedom, for not getting there sooner, for pressing too hard on that bruise, really have to make sure those ribs aren't broken.

"Need to patch you up, Pads. You're a right mess." Worryu, concern, an attempt at something playful that just came out strained. Oh Merlin. What if Remus had not found him?

"Bloody hell, Sirius."
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[personal profile] raggedywizard 2012-09-18 08:06 am (UTC)(link)
Remus cast another healing spell on the wounds still present. They wouldn't heal the mental ones, but the physical ones, at least, would stop trickling blood.

"He didn't. No one told me." Remus' tone was bitter. Damn it why had no one told him? Sirius had to have been missing for a while. The entire place smelled of old blood. Sirius' blood.

"Bloody hell..." He felt a bit like he was stuck on repeat. But the adrenaline still pounding through his veins reminded him that what he had just dragged Sirius out of was a pit of Death Eaters.

"It's a nice lie, but I am not taking it Padfoot. Come on." He grabbed Sirius by the arm, slowly, dragging it over his shoulder to help his friend over to the poor excuse for a ragged bed. There was evidence around the ramshackle cabin of Remus' less sunny days. Claw marks in the floor, rips in the mattress.

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[personal profile] raggedywizard 2012-09-15 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
They were not going to get caught. Remus kept repeating that in his mind, hoping it was the truth. He had acted quickly and without planning, the way he had so often chided Sirius and James for doing. But now he was going to do so again. Talking could wait until they were far away and Remus had thrown up every protection spell he knew.

"Explanations later. Hold still." With another wave of his wand, Sirius weighed nearly nothing. Light as a feather, they used to say. There was no time about arguing whether or not he could limp out of here.

Remus was dragging him into his arms as gently as he could and trying to appear far calmer than the jack hammer of his hear betrayed. The den of the beast, his mind whispered. He ignored it again.

The trip back to the door seemed to take a lifetime of ducking back, checking corners, and hoping against hope. Like they would never reach the end. It took five minutes. All in all, a very short span of time. But a lot could happen in five minutes.

He could see the door, his blood pounding in his ears as he checked the last corner before they made their break for it. Then pain lanced through his body, the force of a heavy handed dueling spell slamming into him from behind. His world went white with pain a grunt of surprise as he stumbled and fell to his knees. His last sight, before everything went dark was the door, just a short room's length ahead.

The Death Eater who had caught sight of them quickly sent the same spell straight for Sirius, even as Remus was still collapsing. A triumphant, almost gleeful grin on his lips. Their Dark Master would be pleased with him, surely. Not only did he botch an escape attempt, but he caught them another Wizard, a friend of the traitorous Black.

How lucky was he, to be in the right moment at the right time? Even more so when both of them were chained back up and left to wake of their own accord in the dungeon. Remus' wand pocketed as a spoil of war.
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[personal profile] raggedywizard 2012-09-15 06:06 am (UTC)(link)
Unfortunately, it really was happening. Remus was limp in his chains, head dipped forward and wrists already coloring as well as a few rough-handed bruises starting to form along his arms. The sob was what woke him, his body starting, momentary disoriented confusion causing him to slowly look up at his arms and rattle the chain again.

It was easy to see the point when realization grimly settled in. His eyes widened for a moment, mouth opening as if to protest and then shutting, along with his eyes. He swallowed, mentally kicking himself for not having come up with a plan. This was all his fault. If he had just gotten some help, or taken a moment to think it through better, then he and Sirius-

Sirius!

Remus' head shot to the side nearly hard enough to give him whiplash, catching the red-rimmed, exhausted eyes with his own, slightly panicked ones. Bloody hell.

He closed his eyes and counted in his head, willing this to be just one of the nightmares he often had these months. But when he opened them again they were both still in chains.

"Sirius- oh, Sirius, I'm sorry." He trailed of, whispered apologies falling from his lips even while he searched for a way out of this. All the information in his head, there had to be something useful here.
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[personal profile] raggedywizard 2012-09-19 07:03 am (UTC)(link)
Remus whispered the same phrase back before letting his head drop so Sirius would not catch the tears in his eyes. He had just wanted to rescue his boyfriend. They had nearly made it. Just a few more meters and... well.. Remus had not had the most brilliant plan after that, but they would have thought of something. Now they were both wandless and trapped. No one knew where they were. Not even Dumbledore or James. And maybe it was a good thing James did not know. At least he was safe in all this.

So. Now they had to pretend not to know each other. Well. Remus could do that. He was clever and used to having to lie to protect his life. He also knew that it was unlikely to make any difference to the Death Eaters. Either way, they would torture, and likely kill, them both.

If he could last until the full moon. Maybe.. Maybe he could break free. But the Wolf would not discriminate between Death Eaters and Sirius, and if Sirius could have transformed he would have done so by now. Their chains had to be magical. Some form of spell? Or perhaps Sirius was keeping his cover until he was desperate enough?

Remus was about to try and find some way to see if Sirius thought he could shift, when one of the bloody dark wizards stepped into the room.

Too late. Next time they were alone, maybe...
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[personal profile] snivelingprince 2012-09-15 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
Severus was on guard duty. Normally it wasn't something he enjoyed, but ever since he'd graduated he'd been put on potion duty for days at a time. He never thought he'd feel so bitter about the mere sight of a cauldron. Watching over some captive for a while would be a welcome break. Mostly...he was glad he was still green enough that he wasn't called to fight, or interrogate (unless they wanted veritaserum).

The face that greeted him when he reached his post wasn't at all the one he'd expected, and he paled, blinking at Black. "...You-" he started dumbly.
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[personal profile] snivelingprince 2012-09-15 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
Leave it to Black to find a way to still ignore him in a situation like this. Severus narrowed his eyes, but it lacked the bite it normally carried.

"Whether I do or don't, I'm not here for that. What are you doing here?" As though any of this was his choice.
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[personal profile] snivelingprince 2012-09-15 08:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm...supposed to watch you," Severus said, rubbing at the bridge of his nose. It wasn't supposed to be people he knew. And Merlin, was Black seriously still trying to make jokes at the time like this.

"How long have you been here?" He lay the back of his hand against Sirius' head clinically and frowned. He didn't look well.
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[personal profile] snivelingprince 2012-09-15 11:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Severus drew his hand away. He wasn't hot. He took out his wand, glancing back towards the door before flicking his wand at the chains, letting them grow longer.

"When were you fed last?"

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[personal profile] the_corsair 2012-09-15 05:38 am (UTC)(link)
As far as Death Eater's went, John was a fairly simple Wizard. He did not want fame and glory, didn't actually care all that much about the mudbloods or the muggles. Just about the only thing he did care about was the ability to give the ministry a giant fuck you and do as he pleased with his magic. Why should they cower and hide like cockroaches from light, when they had magic at their disposal? If the argument was to do with numbers, he was fairly certain the fear they could invoke, and the aid of their magic, was more than enough to compensate.

What he did dislike, however, were holier than thou blood traitors who thought that they could actually measure up against The Dark Lord and play the roll of the white knight. So when given the chance to go wild with his dark desires, magical and sharp alike, he agreed to the task with a chipper grin that flashed white teeth and cruel intentions.

"Not falling asleep on me, are you, Black?" His wand flicked idly but he didn't cast another spell just yet, dragging the door shut again behind him.
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[personal profile] sadistic 2013-05-18 08:58 am (UTC)(link)
Bellatrix was there, hooded and masked, during the earliest commotion of her cousin's capture. He was first interrogated by a group of which she was part, and that was a coarse and brutal introduction that set the tone for everything later. It's time now for a visit of another kind. He might hear before seeing that he's no longer alone. Her wand-sheath was made with other garments in mind, and with excess weaponry, it sits too heavily over what she's wearing. Moving toward him, her steps and the rustle of fabric are accompanied by a sound of metal clinking against metal. Her wand itself is drawn from the very start.

She's arriving directly from a lavish social affair, the kind of thing she attends as upkeep on her public life. He can't think it's wholly for his benefit that she's wearing an evening gown. It's an elegant backless thing, with fitted sleeves by necessity, in an unforgiving shape that restricts her movement more than she'd like — but then, this won't require agility, will it? She'll admit that the contrast with his own condition is purposeful. She means for him to glimpse something of her life, of how it's proceeding in accordance with the choices she's made. That she faces him unmasked is a testament to her sense of security. It speaks to her confidence that he will never escape to name his captors.

There is, of course, the necessity of extracting information from Sirius, very specific information wanted as soon as possible. She lives each moment with fevered impatience to fulfill commands, but she could never be impatient with this, with him. She credits her cousin with resilience — no, stubbornness — and thus expects to prise no secrets from him on this occasion. This is for her personal satisfaction. A social visit, to her mind, and on those grounds some formality should be observed.

She flicks her wand, one sharp movement, roughly pulling his restraints forward and up, to their limits. He must be half accustomed to being puppeted around, but she knows how to keep the strain on his joints, not in the chains. She wants him hanging to attention, rather than swinging there limply. His weight's been on his wrists for too long, which alone must hurt, but not quite as she'd like. It isn't enough to rely on prolonged discomfort; pain should be distinct. It should rise and fall like breath.

"Stand when a woman enters the room."

He seems to take a certain pride in his atrocious manners. Among his humiliations will be a forced compliance with the standards of etiquette his mother might expect of him, were she here. Satisfied with his mimicry of posture, Bellatrix performs a straight-backed curtsy.

"Sirius Black," she intones with mock civility, resenting that he retains the family name whilst doing it such injustice, but using it all the same. "Shall we reacquaint ourselves?"
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[personal profile] sadistic 2013-05-18 12:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"Language," she chastises, in a sing-song way that indicates more amusement than disapproval. She is not herself offended, but she has her own memories of Aunt Walburga as a woman bereft of patience or forgiveness. Sirius's mistakes will be counted and punished.

It's good he closed interpretation on that insult, she could have easily taken the first half for a compliment. As it stands, she is not particularly insulted. She's proud, thoroughly proud, but vanity was never her fault. Some things she takes utterly for granted. Her self-image is unassailable. He's missed the obvious mark then, but struck a glancing blow on a very different one. It doesn't show.

"I've seen men do a better job of masquerading as loyal. You are a pampered creature, Sirius. You show a childlike faithfulness to those who make it easy for you, to anyone willing to condone your behavior, but when loyalty becomes difficult, a source of pain? How quickly you run. It's only a matter of time before you betray James Potter, just as you betrayed your family, your birthright, and your truest self."

His truest self; this part she adds merely for the thought that it might wound him. He never was the Black heir he should have been, but an inadequate likeness is still a likeness. In rebellion, he may have grown to hate those parts of himself, as surely as he hates the rest of them.

"You'd rather not? Oh, pity." Her tone is too patient, altogether too forgiving to bode well. He may sense the curse coming. It's a promise crackling in the air between them, even before she casts.

"Crucio."