I am freaking out. I had to delete my story and re edit it, because a user who I won't name criticized my story, saying that I was a terrible writer and all that. I deleted it before remembering to send a reply to THE ONE AND ONLY Dame-Of-The-Living-Dead!
These 4 chapters are ALL dedicated to her, and I hope she finds this again. And if you doDame-Of-The-Living-Dead, please send a comment soon! Also to anyone else out there, that doesn't make commenting unavailable to you. Please read! But with commenting, please. Constructive, and none of that stuff about me being a terrible writer. I'm 13 and a day for merlins sake!
Sirius was many things. Handsome, cheeky, arrogant...But scared was not one of them. Even as he was being cornered by his enemy, Severus Snape in the dark dungeon. "Black!" Snape screeched, slamming him into the stone wall lay out behind them. Sirius
let out a low moan as he felt his arm break. " Did that hurt Black?" Asked Snape with a malicious grin. "No" Whispered Sirius hoarsely as he gritted his teeth in order to not let the pain get the better of him. Merlin, what did he do to deserve this?
Of course he had been beaten countless times by his parents, but wasn't Hogwarts supposed to be safe? He looked outside. It must be around dinner. The full moon would be rising in 2 hours. Before he could continue thinking, Snape delved in his robes,
retrieving his wand and aiming in him. Sirius mirrored this action almost immediately, causing his left arm to throb, but nonetheless holding his wand in his right arm and aiming the wand at Snape. "Ok Black" Snape started. "This can be easy. Tell
me where you all go once a month, and I'll leave you mainly unharmed". "No" Sirius said simply. He saw Snape's lips curl up, and before he could react, Snape yelled "Crucio", the spell hitting him in the chest. He suddenly felt white hot pain
shoot through his veins. He would not scream. He couldn't. "Black! Answer my question!" Snape said warningly. "NO" yelled Sirius. The pain started becoming unbearable. He couldn't hold the scream in much longer. But suddenly, all the pain stopped,
and all that was left was a dull ache. "Didn't like that, did you Black?" Whispered Snape mockingly. Sirius glared daggers at the older boy in front of him. He fumbled for his wand, only to find it was a good 5 metres away. He sighed. Just great.
Weapon less and being tortured. If only James or Remus was here. But they weren't. They were eating and getting ready for the full moon, like he should be. He gazed up at Snape, trying to silently plead with him to let him go. No positive response.
Instead, Snape cast a spell at Sirius, instantly causing his hands to be bound. He whimpered in spite of himself. Merlin, could this day get any worse? The answer was yes. Once again, Snape fired the Cruciatus Curse upon him. He didn't hear Snape
say the words, because he was greeted by pain, and it was back worse than ever. This time Sirius couldn't contain himself. He screamed loudly, causing Snape to draw off the curse. "Please stop!" Sirius pleaded. Snape looked at him without mercy. "Why
should I?" The greasy haired said softly. "Because...Because it's illegal!" Sirius whimpered. He knew that wasn't going to work, but it was the only thing he could think of. "Oh. I know that" Whispered Snape so softly Sirius had to strain his ears
to hear him. "I just don't care". Once again, Sirius heard the dreaded words, but they were modified this time "CRUCIO MAXIMA!" Pain like he had never felt before. It felt like someone was branding him with hot iron all over his body. It felt like
someone was breaking all his bones. It felt like torture. He faintly heard someone yelling "All you have to do is prod the knob on the Whomping Willow and the rest will do itself!" Who would do such a thing? The voice sounded a lot like him. But then
realisation hit him. The realisation of knowing it was his voice. His mind tried to force his voice to stop. But it wouldn't. Before he knew it, he felt pure bliss. All the pain stopped, and he barely registered Snape saying "Thank You Black, your
information is most valuable" before he left the dungeon. Oh god. What had he done. He was in so much pain, but maybe...just maybe he could save Snape. He forced himself to sit up, and only then did he notice that the bonds in his wrists were gone.
He reached into his robes and brought out the 2 way mirror. "James" he croaked weakly, and his relief James's face appeared in the mirror. "Padfoot. What..." But Sirius interrupted him. "James" he said weakly. "Snape is coming. Whomping Willow". The
look on James's face was a bad one. "YOU TOLD HIM? YOU BLOODY IDIOT" He yelled. Sirius shook his head. "Didn't mean to..." He whispered hoarsely. "Of course you meant to you bloody bastard" James growled. "You know what. I don't care. Our friendship.
It's over Black. I don't want you talking to me or my friends again". And with that, James dropped the mirror and was gone. Sirius let out a cry of despair. It was to much for him to contemplate. He had just been tortured, lost his best friends and
potentially had Remus put to death. It was to much. The pain was unbearable now. The world went Black.
