A/N: Hello again readers! This is the chapter I've been waiting for sooo long to write! That's right folks! Sirius's back story! I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it! Thank you!

As always, WARNING:...Torture, child abuse...And this is where the horror of the story comes in to play.

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Sirius walked home with a sense of impending doom, he hadn't felt this way ever since his days at Hogwarts when he would come home during the holidays. Once he got to his door, he took a deep breath and opened it quietly. He stepped into the hallway and squared his shoulders and made sure that his expression was the mask he used when he carried out his judgments. To show emotion was to show weakness, and Sirius promised himself that he would never look weak again.

Winky poked her head out of the doorway to the kitchen, she saw his face and frowned in concern.
"Master Sirius?" She called out, but he chose to ignore her. She shot him an uneasy look and went back to the kitchen on cat's feet.

Again, Sirius sighed in barely hid anxiety and made his way to his father's study. As he was walking down the hallway that seemed to stretch on forever, he started to hear a horrible laughter that rang in his ears. Jeering, cackling, malicious laughter that Sirius had not heard in over five years.

"...Shut up..." He hissed quietly as he clutched his head and leaned against the wall for support. The laughter did not quiet in the least, in fact it got louder.

"I said...Shut...Up..." Sirius grit his teeth and closed his eyes tightly, now the laughing had turned into sickening screeching that gave him a headache.

"I said shut up! Shut up, shut up, shut up!" Sirius bellowed loudly and his knees gave in under him and he fell to the floor in a heap, tears of frustration and pain fell down his face in tracks.

"What is all the noise!?" A voice broke through the screeching and Sirius looked up at his savior and very nearly fainted. His father was standing over him intimidatingly, scrutinizing him with piercing gray eyes. Sirius began to shake in anger and he could see the red haze coming over him.

"You...It was all your...Fault." Sirius whispered as he shakily stood up and placed a hand on the wall for support. He bowed his head, hiding his face with his dark hair.

"Speak up louder boy, and why are you crying? Aren't you a man? Men don't cry." His father spat at him like he was common trash.

"Your...Fault...Your...Fault...It was all your fault!" Sirius screamed at his bewildered father.
"I was tortured and-and abused!" At this point Sirius started to claw at his clothes and didn't speak again until his shirt was off and he pointed to the middle of his back.

"This was all your fault! You let them take me! You let them hurt me! I'm your son! Does that count for anything?!" Sirius yelled and shoved his father to the floor where he punched him hard in the face.

"I'll kill you! I swear to God, I'll kill you!" One of the older male servants grabbed Sirius by his middle by this point. Sirius struggled to get out of the servant's grip, but when it was apparent that he couldn't he stopped his struggling and hid his face with his hair. He didn't want anyone to see him crying such ugly tears.

"I...Am your son...How could...You...? Your own...Flesh and...Blood...?" Sirius whispered quietly, but it seemed that his father could hear him.

"I have no idea what you're going on about!" He yelled at his son.

"You wanted them to...Kill me...You wanted me...Dead...Your own...Son...Dead..." He trailed off and felt something connect with the back of his head. His eyesight dimmed and he blacked out.

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"You will be going with this man, Sirius." The Patriarch of the Black Family gestured towards a hooded man. A thirteen year old Sirius surveyed him for a moment and offered out his hand in greeting, but the man made no move to shake hands. Sirius slowly retracted his hand and sat back in his chair, a sick feeling overwhelmed him.

"May I ask why father? School is only a few days away after all." Sirius gingerly asked his father.
"Don't question me child! I said you'll be going with him, didn't I make myself clear?" He snarled at his son and turned his back on him. Sirius sank further back in his chair and averted his eyes to the ground. He gazed at the study's red colored wood that had scrap marks from the chair.

"Is that all, Mr. Black?" The hooded man asked, obviously wanting to leave this man's presence with his son. Sirius's father nodded solemnly, no hint of emotion on his face.

"Well then, let us be going Sirius." The man said in a mock voice of kindness, he grabbed Sirius's hand roughly and pulled him up.

"But father! I didn't pack or anything!" Sirius called out as he was being pulled through the study doors.

"You don't need to, little prince." The man sneered at him.
"Where we're going, there's a huge palace waiting for you and more clothes than you will ever need." Sirius looked up at him to see if he was being serious.

"Really?" Sirius asked, feeling a little better.
"Of course." The man snickered. He pushed Sirius into a carriage and made sure to lock the door from the outside.

"Have a nice ride, little prince." He jeered and climbed on top of the carriage and took the reigns of the horses in his hands.

Sirius sat on the seat and watched as the scenery went by. He was beginning to get bored until finally the carriage stopped, they had been on the road for a day so far, Sirius could tell because it was already dark when they stopped at a rather old mansion.

"Behold little prince! Your new palace, or as it is properly known; The Riddle's Abandoned Mansion!" He laughed as he unlocked the door and pulled Sirius roughly out of the carriage and shoved him to the door of the large, forsaken mansion.

"This is where I'll be living...?" Sirius asked skeptically. The man nodded and pulled him through the rotting doors of the large estate."This...Place...?" Sirius began but something was pulled onto his head and covered his eyes and mouth. The fabric was scratchy, and it tightened around his throat.

"What's going on?!" Sirius tried to shout and pull whatever was on his head off, but before he could he felt something hit his head. He fell to the ground and groaned in pain.

"S-Stop!" He yelled again, but the object hit his head again and he blacked out.

The next he awoke, he was in a dark dungeon like room that had no windows and a door.
"Hello...?" He called out into the darkness uneasily, fear started to creep into his head and heart as the darkness seemed suffocating.

"Please! Somebody!" He called out again, he crawled towards the door and put his ear to it. It was deathly silent until he heard heavy footsteps. Sirius gasped and shut his eyes, trying to not make a sound.

To his relief, the footsteps stopped but not even a few minutes later, a horrible pain filled screaming began. Sirius began to cry in panic once he heard actual words coming from the person whom was screaming.

"Stop! Please, leave me alone! I-I don't want to die! Please! N-No! NO!" Sirius hid his face when he realized that it was child probably no older than him begging for mercy. He heard jeering laughter and a big 'NO' coming from what seemed to be a chorus of people and then a loud suffering filled scream that chilled Sirius to the very bones. After the scream, there was no more sound accept for a few people talking.

"I can't wait for next week's show...!" A man chattered excitedly.
"I heard it's a surprise, maybe some kid from nobility?" The other guessed.
"Probably..." Sirius could hear no more of their conversation.

Sirius crawled into a corner and pulled his knees to his chest and wrapped his arms around them, crying into them. What was this place? Was he going to die here?

It seemed like forever until the doors finally opened, by now it had been several days since Sirius's arrival into this Hell on Earth and he had only been fed every three days and given enough water to sustain his body functions. Somehow Sirius knew that if he wasn't so 'important' to these people, he probably would have died of dehydration days ago.

"Little prince, it's your time to shine!" The same man from before sneered and grabbed Sirius by his bony arm. Before, Sirius would have struggled, but now he was too weak to even walk correctly.

He was taken onto a stage of sorts, it was well lit but very messy. Red puddles were everywhere and to Sirius's horror he could see a pile of bodies being stacked at the far end of the stage. The next thing that he noticed was a stone altar that had candles on it. He was strapped onto it with leather straps and left there while the members of the audience gawked at him with cold eyes.

"Let's start the bidding at 1000 pounds!" Sirius's eyes widened and he started to cry and struggle.
"Oh he's lively! Now this one has a special place in our circus and whoever bids the most gets to do whatever they like with him at the end of the circus!" The announcer boomed.

"2000!"
"3000!"
Sirius closed his eyes as the bidding went up further and further until finally no one was willing to go higher.

"Now, without further ado; our Death Circus!" Sirius was unstrapped and shoved into a cage with other terrified and shaking children. Most of them were either poor or runaways, kids that wouldn't be missed.

"First off I would like to present our Dagger throwing contest!" Two men approached the cage and took out a flailing and crying child that had to be at least a year younger than Sirius. They strapped him onto a circus wheel* and blindfolded him.

"Now we need a volunteer from the audience!" Several people started screaming 'chose me!' and they finally became quiet when someone was chosen.
They watched in rapt attention as the man was blindfolded also and was given five daggers to throw.

Sirius held his breath as the man took his place and got ready to throw a dagger. The room was silent except for the broken sobbing of the child on the wheel, it seemed like everyone was holding their breath.

A pain-filled scream echoed throughout the room as the dagger made it's mark.
Sirius closed his eyes tightly as he heard another scream, but this one resonated in the cage. He opened his eyes and glanced to his side. A younger boy was crying loudly, he had his eyes shut and his skin was pale with fear.

"B-brother...? They...killed my brother!" He kept whispering to himself. Sirius looked to the gory display and noticed that the child up there was still breathing and crying.

"Colin!" The younger boy kept crying into his hands as another tormented scream erupted from the poor child. The crowd cheered in satisfaction as another dagger made it's mark on the boy's chest. To the relief of Sirius and the younger boy, the last two missed and the boy was unstrapped and flopped to the floor.

"Oi, he's still breathing." One of the attendants said, the announcer turned ringmaster sighed in irritation.
"Well, why don't you 'fix' him up." He said and nodded towards the wing of the stage. The attendant nodded and dragged the lifeless body towards the wing of the stage.

"Colin!" The boy called out once again, but all that was heard in reply was a sickening crunch.

"Next up our fire breather!" With a flourish of his arm, the announcer gestured to a man that was stepping out of the opposite wing. At the same time another child was taken out of the cage, crying uncontrollably as the attendants doused him with oil from a gas lamp that was hanging on the wall. The man that would act as the fire breather filled his mouth with flammable liquid and lit a torch that was handed to him.

The child trembled, frozen in fear as the man approached him and breathed out his deadly fire. The boy screamed in agony as the flames set his body on fire. He ran this way and that, trying in vain to put out the fire that lit up the room. Finally, after so many terrible screams, the torch of a boy collapsed to the ground and didn't move anymore.

"What a show! What a show!" The ringmaster clapped his hands as did the audience. Sirius clenched his eyes closed once again, he didn't want to see anymore children die in such horrible ways.

The number of children in the cage depleted as the macabre circus of death went on until the last two children were pulled out of the cage. The boy whom had lost his brother earlier on did not put up a struggle as he was taken to participate in the next sick act. The other child had quietly watched in horror and it seemed that he to had accepted his fate.
"Now, the daring act before the finale! The tightrope!" The ringmaster said with much excitement, there was an excited murmuring in the crowd that made Sirius's stomach twist.

Sirius felt stupid for not noticing it earlier, but above his head was a long rope connected to two platforms that were above the wings of the stage. One attendant accompanied each child to the platform and the crowd grew silent.

"First off will be Mr. Creevey! Go on, show them how 'talented' you are!" The ringmaster prodded, but Creevey did not move an inch. It finally took one of the attendants to force him to walk the rope with threats of worse things to come if he didn't end his life there.

Creevey was shaking as he took his first tentative steps on the rope, Sirius closed his eyes in fear and anxiety. When he heard no sickening splat, he opened them again and saw that Creevey was holding onto the rope for dear life with his arms and legs.

"A little stage fright! That's quite alright!" The ringmaster chuckled, the audience followed suit.
"Next we have a child named Seamus Finnigan! A grand sounding name!" The same treatment was applied to the sandy blonde haired child and he ended up the same way as Creevey. Holding for dear life upside down.

"Now, now! That won't do at all! We'll never get to the finale like this! Boys, if you will?" Confused, Sirius watched as the attendants took something out of their pocket. To his horror, Sirius could see that they had knives in their hands.

"They're gonna cut the rope!" Sirius couldn't help but gasp in shock. He shut his eyes tight as he heard the rope snap and both boys scream. A few seconds later, two loud cracks were heard and Sirius simultaneously burst into terrified tears.

"Now time for the little prince of our circus..." The ringmaster turned to Sirius with a malicious glint in his eyes. The attendants approached him and opened the cage, they grabbed his shaking body and began to strip him of his clothes. Now naked, Sirius tried his best to hide his body from prying eyes, but it was futile.

"To commemorate this circus, we've decided to give our little prince something to remember us by!" The ringmaster disappeared for a few minutes but came back with a brand that had snakes coming out of a skull. Sirius tried to struggle against the attendants but that to, was futile.

"Before I go on, some of you probably recognize this child," the ringmaster said in a sing-song voice.
"His father is a very influential man and he's tasked us the job of 'taking care of' his son. Because you see, this child was a mistake. A drunken mistake that happened one night with a house-maid and is a blight to his family name." He explained, Sirius's eyes widened and something inside of him that he didn't even know existed broke like a shattered mirror. Everything he knew and had come to love was a lie. His family, his nobility, everything that he had come to accept had been a lie.

"But we won't kill him, because we foster the hope that he'll join our ranks, fellow Death Eaters!" A cheering broke out and the ringmaster came closer to him with the brand held aloft.

"Get away from me! Get awa-ah!" He screamed when the brand made contact with the skin on his middle back.

"S-Stop it-gah!" He yelled again as the man pressed the brand harder against his tender skin.

Laughter erupted from the crowd and finally Sirius was given a reprieve from the searing pain of the brand.

"...Help...Somebody..." Sirius coughed out as he was dropped onto the ground by the attendants.
"Watch it!" The ringmaster snarled at them and he was picked back up and placed on the altar once again."It breaks my heart to think that our circus has come to an end!" The ringmaster said and clasped his hands on his chest.
"But, now it's time for the highest bidder to claim their prize!" A man stood up from the audience and made his way up to the stage, taking care to avoid the gore and carnage that littered the stage.

Sirius noted that he was wearing a masquerade mask that covered most of his face. He could just imagine all the horrible things that would come to him at the hands of this man. He whimpered pathetically as he was handed off to the masked man.

"Have fun with him! You've earned it!" The Ringmaster called out as Sirius and the masked man retreated into an empty room of the Riddle Mansion.

"Please...Kill me...I don't...Want to live...anymore." Sirius cried out as he was laid gently on the bed. He didn't want this, he couldn't take what was going to happen to him next.
The man slowly pulled back his mask and Sirius was shocked to see the guilty face of his uncle Alphard."U-Uncle...? W-Why? WHY?!" Sirius screamed out and tried to claw him, but his uncle made no attempt to grab him or shut him up.

"S-Sirius...I'm so sorry, so very sorry!" Alphard began to cry guilt ridden tears as he sat heavily on the edge of the bed.

"I can't believe this." Alphard sighed.
"Y-you aren't going t-to r-rape me?" Sirius questioned as he stopped clawing. Alphard shook his head.
"I came here by invitation from a friend...I thought it would be entertainment from a local circus troupe, but I was sorely mistaken..." He shivered.

"We have to get you out of here, Sirius...Before they try to hurt you again!" Sirius nodded and let himself be wrapped up in a blanket. Alphard took his scarred nephew and blended in with the people whom were leaving the mansion, talking avidly about the entertainment.

Sirius did not move a muscle until he was safely in his uncle's carriage. The ride to Alphard's estate was dead silent. Sirius was reflecting on his experiences and Alphard was trying to think of a way to go about this whole situation.

"That man..." Sirius finally broke the silence with a tentative question.
"Yes?" Alphard prompted.
"Was what he said...True?" Alphard did not speak for a few minutes, that alone was enough to confirm that what the man said was true. Sirius was a mistake.

Sirius went silent once again, soon they had reached Alphard's estate and he was treated to a hot meal, a bath, and nice warm bed to sleep in.

A couple of weeks after the incident, Sirius was once again his chipper self. However, he was still plagued by terrifying nightmares that would not let him forget those who had lost their lives in that mansion of death. Alphard acted like a father and had stayed up with his nephew, repeating comforting words until Sirius either fell back asleep or the sun would rise before he could.

A month after what had happened, Sirius was playing in Uncle Alphard's backyard happily. He was pretending to be a traveler in a foreign land that his uncle talked about fondly, he called it India. Though after a few hours of playing, Sirius went inside to get a drink of water, but his uncle yelling stopped him in his tracks.

"No! I refuse to hand over Sirius to that man! He'll just send him back!" Alphard yelled.
"He is not your son, Alphard. Mr. Black expects his son to be on the train back to London by Friday or else he'll take legal action against you." A formal man said as he was packing up his suitcase.

"I wish he was my son! The poor boy's been through enough without my brother abusing him!" Alphard huffed as the man left.

"Uncle..?" Alphard glanced at him and sighed, beckoning his nephew towards him.
"Sirius, you're a big boy, right?" Alphard asked him, Sirius nodded.
"Your father wants you to go back home," Sirius paled and shook his head.
"No! I don't want to! This is my home! Not there!" Sirius cried out and latched onto his uncle.

"It'll be alright Sirius, just be a big boy for your Uncle okay?" Sirius nodded tearfully.
"Besides, you'll be staying for just a day and then you're off to school." Alphard amended, Sirius nodded furiously. He had forgotten about school and he was glad that he could go back.
"Good boy, now you should pack tomorrow."

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A/N: This wasn't supposed to be like 8 pages DX seeing as I got carried away with everything (I do that A LOT) the next will probably be longer as well and please don't expect it until...A little while...I have some other things I wanna post up (well, just one as far as I know, maybe two) and I have a lot planned for this story (and maybe another one to come in the distant future XD) Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed this story thus far! I'm actually embarrassingly proud of this story and compared to the other ones from...Not so much a long time ago like Gethsemane (that story makes me wanna claw my eyes out DX)