July 9th 12:23 am

Back in Black

When Sirius arrived home it was well after dark, Ryan being true to his word had brought Sirius to a store where he purchased a motorcycle for only 800 pounds. It was cheaper than his broomstick, and he knew he'd spend all summer fixing her up and making her fly. She was gorgeous, a shiny black 1969 TR6R Triumph. His mouth watered at the thought of riding her for the first time. He'd disappointedly explained that his parents would hate it, and the store keeper had been kind enough to let him store her there for a small fee until he found an appropriate home for such a beautiful bike.

Sirius entered his house that night with his new clothing folded neatly into a Madame Malkins bag, back in his robes, and with the biggest grin on his face he had ever worn in that house. However, his victory was short lived.

"SIRIUS ORION BLACK! COMING INTO THIS HOUSE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT! YOU WERE ORDERED TO BE BACK BEFORE DINNER!"

Sirius started sprinting to his room, but his mother simply apparated to the top of the stairs and continued "AND DON'T YOU THINK YOU'VE GOTTEN AWAY WITH ANYTHING! WE HAD A TRACKING CHARM ON YOU!"

Sirius dodged past her and tossed his bag into his room before his father came down the hall and blasted him away from the door.

"MUGGLES? FILTHY PIGMEN? WE RAISED YOU BETTER! TO THINK, YOU SPENT THE ENTIRE DAY CONSORTING WITH SUCH A DISGRACEFUL CREATURE!"

Sirius stood up and started casting protego's against his angry fathers curses as he made his way back towards his door.

"VERMIN! STAIN ON MY FLESH! UNNATURAL FREAK! RUIN OF MY NOBLE BLOODLINE!" His mother continued.

One of his fathers spells hit their target and Sirius collapsed to his knees.

"Now Walburga," his father calmly interjected, "There are better words than insults to punish the boy with."

"How right you are Orion," Then turning her wand on Sirius, "CRUCIO!"

Sirius screamed as his mother's rage filled his body like knives that sunk into every nerve before twisting and plunging deeper. His fathers own Cruciatus curse set him alight with pain, like lava running through his veins. It felt as if it had gone on for weeks, though he knew it had only been a few minutes, when they finally let up.

Sirius crawled towards his door, sweet escape on his mind. But his punishment was long from over.

"Incendio" his father whispered with malice. Then he really was on fire, rolling in pain and screaming as the flames grew hotter and scorched through his skin.

His mother had her wand pointed up at the crystal chandelier on the landing and suddenly it came crashing down on his back, shattering, and shards flying into his charred flesh. He felt something snap on the left of his spine, a sharp pain which persisted and each agonizing breath he took resulted in a splatter of crimson coughing and choking its way from his chest onto the hard wood floors.

The last thing he heard before everything went black was his father saying "Now Walburga, it may damage my political standing if it were to die."

An Unknown Date and Time, Summer Before 6th Year

Sirius woke up, his eyes crusted shut, his throat felt like sandpaper. He attempted to raise his arm to wipe away the crust. After using all his energy raising it a few inches, it fell back to his side. He coughed. To greet him, he heard the unmistakable crack of a house elf entering.

He felt his body propped up against some cold rough wall… concrete?

A cold liquid was splashed into his face, he opened his mouth to catch a few rivulets of what he hoped was water.

It was, but something was off.

He felt tired. He went to sleep.

An Unknown Amount of Time Later

His eyes were no longer crusted shut, so he opened them. He was greeted by blackness. Not a single pinprick of light. His eyelids were heavy, he closed them.

He heard a crack. Felt the cool glass of a vial press against his lips. He opened his mouth to ask what the potion was, it was dumped into his mouth before he could get a noise out. He tasted invigoration draught. 'Well, at least they're making an effort to keep me alive.'

As he became more aware of his surroundings, a thin line of light across the room indicated a door. Energy building, his thoughts turned to escape.

He lurched forward in a mad attempt to rise to his feet.

He let out a shriek as the dull throb of a still healing bone screamed with a morbid snap. He collapsed to his side, breath ragged. The crack of a house elf mocked his inability to move. Potions were dumped into his mouth, he swallowed obediently. The pain numbed again. He felt his ribs shifting back into place, and then, darkness.

An Unknown Number of Days Later

Sirius woke up, and feeling slightly better than before, stretched out on his little piece of floor. Still wary of moving too much, he looked around for the sliver of light he'd seen before.

There, near his feet. The door. He carefully maneuvered himself onto his stomach, back protesting every twist and turn. He began to drag himself towards it.

Crack.

"Mistress has orders Kreacher that The Disgrace is not leaving."

"Shut up and bring me to my room Kreacher."

"Kreacher isn't to listen to The Disgrace. Disgrace to stays here till Mistress wishes to continue punishings."

"Kreacher, I ORDER you to take me to my room."

"Master has orders Kreacher not to be orders by Disgrace. Masterses orders is being more important."

"FUCK YOU KREACHER!"

Kreacher threw a plate on the floor in front of Sirius. Then, crack. It mocked him.

Sirius, realized just how hungry he really was. Hungry enough to eat the gruel off the floor. It was a cold and tasteless paste.

When he finished, Sirius felt marginally better still. He rose to his hands and knees and crawled forward towards the door, reaching up to find the handle, his body collapsed under him, his chin hit the concrete floor with a snap.

Crack.

"Disgrace must be hurting hisself purposely to keep Kreacher from his work. Bad Disgrace!" Kreacher scolded him, "If yous' was a house elf you should be made to shut earses in the oven."

Sirius clawed at the floor as Kreacher dragged him back into the corner. Kreacher forced Sirius' mouth open and poured a potion in.

Crack.

AN: Hah, I wrote like 4 chapters on my snow day. I was going to space them out over the next month by posting every Friday, but I keep looking at the chapters I could be posting and feeling guilty. So here's another one.