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alwaysimpure) wrote2012-09-15 05:57 am
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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Sirius smiled, never mind the pain and everything else, but then his mind cleared and his eyes widened instead.
"Torture, mostly." Smalltalk. "What are you doing here?"
He had told Dumbledore not to tell James if he ever should get caught. He had included Remus in that, too, once he'd thought about it for just a second. He knew James wouldn't stay in the safety of his own house, wouldn't stay with his family if he knew Sirius was in danger and that would make this whole thing a pointless exercise. And if Remus would get caught...
Sirius knew he could withstand anything they did to him. He wasn't so sure he could see Remus suffer.
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"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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His eyes opened and he saw Remus and slowly things fell back into place. He started to say something, but in the end just ended up coughing, because his throat was sore, and, well, it had been damp and cold in that dungeon.
"How?" he finally managed, his eyes seeking Remus's face. "Where?" And also. "Are you absolutely crazy?"
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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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"It's alright. Doesn't hurt all that much." There always had been a big part of him that liked to play hero. Annoying at times, but the past few days it had helped him keep it together, so he didn't regret that part of his personality.
His ribs didn't appear to be broken, bruised for sure. His eyes were haunted, a lot of things that had been done had been healed or didn't have physical signs, but that didn't mean they hadn't damaged him. It was hard to believe this wasn't just a dream.
"I told Dumbledore not to tell you if I ever got caught..."
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"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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Sirius laughed although it hurt, maybe because it hurt. Not really a happy sound, but... He hadn't ever believed Remus could really be a traitor. Not to this degree. Not like that. That his missions perhaps screwed with his perception a bit, that he might trust the wrong people, become a leak. Not that he'd knowingly deliver one of his friends to the Dark Lord. Still, it had been Remus he'd mistrusted. Not Peter.
Peter...
As soon as they reached the bed and Sirius collapsed on it with an absolute lack of grace that was very unlike him and a pained sound that perhaps betrayed how big a lie it had been, he tried to sit up, put a hand on Remus's shoulder.
"It's Peter, Moony." Peter, not Wormtail anymore. That had been a nickname for a friend. "He's the traitor, he's the leak. He wanted to be Prongs's secretkeeper and we almost went for it, almost... It's him, do you understand?"
So maybe he was better at expressing himself when he wasn't feeling quite that feverish.
"That trap, how I got caught, that's him."
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"That bloody git, what was he thinking." It was a tame response, outwardly, but inwardly Remus was seething and breaking. Why would Peter do this? They were his friends.
"I understand. I'll send an Owl to Dumbledore straight away. Just- you should try to get some rest, Sirius." He didn't say Padfoot was safe now. They both would have known it was a lie. "I'll look out for us while you do, but you need it. And right now there is nothing for us to do but wait to hear from the order."
After a moment, and with a darker edge to his tone.
"We'll find him, Padfoot." He knew Sirius would never have told the Death Eaters. Either of them would die before betraying their friends. And if by some chance they had broken him, he would have been dead.
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"No one knows it was him. He could be with James right now. He could be setting up another trap."
Agitated enough to sit up, Sirius figured out that was a bad idea when nausea overwhelmed him and he fell back on the bed again with a groan.
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The large, silvery-blue dog shook itself once, looking to Remus and Sirius before taking off to vanish through the door, the important message on it's way.
He sat beside Sirius on the bed when the patronus was gone, fingers slipping into his hair gently, soothingly carding through it almost like petting.
"If we are going to help at all, we both need our health. James will be fine. He knows better than to let anyone know where he is. He's always been clever. Rest."
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Still, despite the obvious worry and how Sirius's eyes darted to the door every few seconds, he did appear to relax a little, leaning into Remus's touch. He reached up with one hand and grabbed Remus's, holding it tightly.
"Missed you, Moony."
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But not right now.
"I missed you too, Padfoot." He brought the hand in his to his face, rubbing his cheek against Sirius' skin. He would not let them get at Sirius ever again. Not even Dumbledore could pull him from his mate's side, now.
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Sirius broke off, left it unsaid, as it had been left unsaid all this time. This time of war, where it was so difficult to trust anyone, even your closest friend. Even your lover. Where you never knew what the enemy might be up to, might have on someone or who it might be.
"I'll never leave you again," he finally ended up saying, clutching Remus's hand even tighter. He shifted on the bed and whimpered before he could stop himself. In the end he tried laughing it off, eyes pained when he smirked at Remus. "Everything hurts. Damn."
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"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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But when he woke up to see Remus chained up so close to him, yet out of reach, to realize that his friend was caught with him... Tears did fall down his cheeks then, leaving bloody trails on his face.
He tugged on the chains with renewed vigor, even though his wrists were sore already. A sob escaped before he bit his lip against it, red-rimmed eyes trained on Remus, as if he could make him be gone if he only stared hard enough. This couldn't be happening.
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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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"Damn it, Moony."
He muttered, glancing off to the side. Alright, think fast, he knew they'd not leave them alone for long.
"Pretend you don't know me well. Just in passing."
He had no idea whether that would be a wise move in the end or not, but perhaps it would be better than no plan at all.
"I love you," he muttered, quiet and fast, because he had already thought he'd never get to tell him again.
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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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"Wanted to leave us so fast, Black? I'm offended, I thought we were good hosts. Providing a lot of entertainment."
Sirius glared at the man, building up his anger as that was what gave him strength. He smirked after a few moments though, replying calmly, "Actually, your hospitality is abysmal. I'd not even recommend your establishment to my enemies."
He wasn't surprised to get backhanded for that one, but he definitely didn't like that the Deatheater turned to Remus now. "Who's your friend, hm?"
Grabbing Remus's chin he forced his head back. "What's your name?"
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"Theodore. And I am no friend of his. Now if you would be so hospitable as to turn your fat mug the other way when you speak, your breath reeks of something long dead."
It was not the sort of comment that would keep either of them from harm, but here, there was nothing they could say that would, and Remus relied on the Marauder within to keep strong here. That and the faith that James, Lily and Harry were safe.
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"You think you're funny?" The Deatheater glared at Remus, then turned to Sirius. "And you think he's funny, too?"
"Theodore apparently has a very sophisticated sense of humor, yes."
"Right." The man looked back at Remus and started grinning. "You want to know why my breath reeks?"
That was the only warning Sirius got before his hair was grabbed and twisted painfully and the Deatheater forced a kiss on him, one thumb between his teeth to keep them apart and a tongue in his mouth that made him gag. It showed how physically weak Sirius had become by then that he was overpowered so easily.
He did manage to turn his head to the side eventually, spitting on the ground while his face burned with anger and humiliation. He didn't want to show that it got to him, but the added shame of this in front of Remus was too much. "Fuck you, Warwick."
"Knew you'd be asking for more."
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"Well, if that is what your hospitality is like, I am sure I will never be booking a room here, again." His calm tone was slightly belayed by a fire that burned behind his eyes. He swore to himself that when he and Sirius got free, they would turn Warwick into some awful, disgusting animal and feed him to something vicious.
He couldn't look back over at Sirius, knowing that just meeting his mate's eyes after that display would be enough to blow his cover further. If the chains had not been enough.
Inside his stomach was churning, wondering how much of this Sirius had been subjected to before he had shown up. A thought that settled like lead in his stomach.
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It didn't matter to Warwick, who had turned his attention back to Remus, noting that he seemed to be masking a stronger reaction. "What's the matter, Theodore, jealous? If you ask nicely, you can have a go, too."
The man cupped Remus's cock almost casually, giving it a very painful squeeze while looking into his eyes. "Perhaps in exchange for some secrets. Or do we have to give you all the special treatment that almost had Black here lose his looks?"
"Leave him alone," Sirius interrupted, "He doesn't know anything."
"Perhaps. But he might make you talk." Warwick got his wand out and smiled at Remus. "Ever been tortured?"
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At least, he assumed it would be.
Then, he had never had to deal with the unforgivable curses before.
He did his best to smile back, thin and as bored as he could manage it.
"Why, are you planning on tickling me to death? Or is your wand hand as clumsy as the other."
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"Don't!"
Warwick spared a smile for Sirius before turning back to Remus and muttering the word, wand pointed.
"Cruciatus."
Sirius tugged on his chains harshly when the curse started. He couldn't watch this, he couldn't. "No! Stop it, damn it. Stop!"
He knew how it felt. Had felt it years before for the first time, one of those things he hadn't told anyone but his friends suspected. Had felt it over and over again the past few days, weeks. It hurt a thousand times worse to see Remus go through it.
"Leave him alone!"
For now, Warwick ended the torture, turning back to Sirius.
"Why don't you shut up while the adults talk, Black? Theodore, tell him to shut up. We were having such a nice conversation."
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