Hey everybody! This story is a Sirius and Voldemort fic! Well…nonsense though it may be, please R/R! Please? I worked hard on this! It is kinda well…impossible, but hey! Its good to try! So read on and review!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter [Created by JK Rowling] Or One Step Closer [By Linkin Park]

Breaking The Ice~

A soft murmur of the wind blew over his sullen face. His blank, dead eyes looked over the disappearing horizon. The sun sank down to the folds of the earth, as the first star appeared. "Never…" he muttered, and turned, with a swish of a cloak. His hand raised in command, as a bald shrimp-ish man hurried forward. "Y-yes, my lord?" The man stuttered, bowing stupidly. "Wormtail! You worthless piece of shit! Show me your Dark Mark!" He commanded, his voice filled with vile anger. A whimper escaped from his thin lips as he crawled forward. A silver hand smoothly lifted the sleeve concealing an apparition feared by so many wizards. The Dark Mark. An insanely evil grin overcame the features of the one called Lord Voldemort, as he raised a bony finger and stroked the gruesome figure. 'Wormtail's' screams filled the dark night's air, as it mingled with maniacal laughter.

Sirius jumped awake, from his mangled bed, his face dripping with cold sweat. His pale face stood out in the darkness, as he contemplated about his dream. It had been the tenth time he had seen these visions, repeating uncontrollably in his head. His heart ached, longing for someone to comfort him. A burning sensation crawled up his arm, and he grimaced in pain. He shoved up his sleeve rather roughly. An image was imprinted there, perfectly legible to the human eye. "Fuck…" he swore. "How the fuck did that shit get there?" His hand scrabbled around his bedside table for a knife, and he raised it over the ghastly image known as the Dark Mark. Thundering light crashed around the run-down shack Sirius called home, and he jumped in fright. "Shit!" He yelled as he dropped his knife. He groped around in the darkness, as high-pitched laughter rang through his ears. "You are mine now…" Voldemort's thin, cold lips curled into a bloodcurdling smile, "Sirius Black…" A shadow, the shape of a hand roughly grabbed Sirius, muffling Sirius's protests, and together, the melted into the cold, evil night. Laughter was the last thing Sirius black heard for the rest of the night.

A glistening silver hand roughly shoved him to the floor. Sirius landed on his back, knocking the wind out of him, blurring his vision. Light flooded in through a slight crack of his cell, almost blinding him with the sudden shock. Footsteps echoed down a hollow corridor, as a door creaked open loudly. More light invaded the quiet darkness, fighting, to overcome one another. A tall, dark figure stepped gracefully into the room, the light fluttering around his raven black hair, illuminating his handsome face, creating an almost eerie halo around his head. This young, handsome person glanced at the misshapen silhouette of Sirius Black. Such a pitiful sight almost shattered his icy barrier to his heart. Almost. His voice tore into the blinding silence, as he laughed derisively. "Welcome, Sirius. Welcome to my humble abode. I've been seeking you for a while. I thank you for allowing me to murder one of my strongest adversaries. Harry Potter. Yes, that young hero. A life for a life, is it Sirius? Yes, yes I remember now…" An insane grin plastered over his face at that, and maniacal laughter soon followed. Sirius bared his teeth, and lunged for the raven haired teenager. "Protego! My, my! Mr Sirius Black, how can you be so very…impolite, attacking without warning. Tut, tut, tut. I am ashamed! Have you no manners? Ah, well I shall have to teach you a lesson!" Another swish of a long, wooden object cut through the tense atmosphere. "Imperio!" The raven haired boy cried.

Just bow down and apologise!

No. You can't make me.

How are you so sure?

Because I am.

Oh are you really?

YES.

I will get through to you

Pleh. You wish.

JUST BOW AND APOLOGISE!

Never.

Bow and apologise!

"I never have and I never will, Thomas Marvelo Riddle!" Sirius's harsh yet strong, clear voice rang out, loud and clear as silence reigned once again. A cackle replaced the echoing rebellion. "Oh, how marvellous. We are on first-name terms now, are we, dear, dear Sirius? Well, I'll teach you to show the Lord of Darkness some more respect! CRUCIO!"

Cries of excruciating pain rang throughout the dungeon, until the stringy piece of wood sliced through the air again. The screams ceased, yet the stench of insanity and pain lingered in the air, waiting to be released, again. "What do you want, you fucking bastard?" Sirius spat, blood mingling with saliva. A serious yet ignorant grin spread over his face. "You'll soon find out my purposes for you…" and he left.

"The less I hear, the less you say,

You'll find that out anyway

Just like before…

Everything you say to me,

Drives me one step closer to the edge,

and I'm about to break!"

--One Step Closer by Linkin Park.

~~Heyo! How was that? Bad? Yes, I agree…hmmm =\ yesh, well anyway, Tell us if its good or not! OK? Good! Byebye now…….~~~~~~~~~~~~ oh yea.

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