What if Peter hadn't been the secret-keeper, but still a traitor?

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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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It was true, obviously, but somehow actually hearing Remus say it was a hundred times worse. Sirius knew enough about the war, about prisoners, about Death Eaters to realize that such things happened. Especially with purebloods, while there were other treatments reserved for others. Adding to that the fact that he did have the classical Black looks, with all the beauty and haughtiness that stood for, it wasn't that far-fetched that he'd be reduced in such a way.

On an intellectual level, he could handle it well enough. Psychologically, he had been trying to not think about it as much as he could. Hearing it described by Remus, who he shared so many far more pleasant intimate memories with... It was worse, it made it worse.

"Wasn't that hard to get him to kneel, actually." Warwick smirked, not in the least minding how obnoxious he was in the face of Remus's obvious anger. "Although he wasn't all that cooperative anyway. Had to break his jaw once, that taught him the lesson. We could fuck his mouth anyway."

Once more the way he touched Remus changed, more skillful, trying to actually make him hard as he stroked him evenly, while he continued to taunt them both with his cruel games.

"What else did we do? Tell me."