Hey guys! I am back with chapter 4! :)
A few WARNINGS:
This chapter has SPANKING in it, you have been warned!
Also, there will be a rather graphic description of violence (Gryffindor is not very nice in this chap) and cursing.
Hope you like it anyways lol.
He had never been this nervous before.
Just thinking about how close he was in seeing Ginny again, after all these weeks…it nearly drove him crazy.
"Are they coming?", Luna walked over to him, looking just as nervous, "have you heard anything from Salazar?"
Harry nodded, "yes, they are- and he just sent an owl- no one was in Hogsmeade, so he really had planned to come all by himself."
"And…what about the orphanage?"
"Everything worked perfectly- Remus was able to lure them into the building, they are all captured in there until the Aurors are getting them, which should be some time tonight, and Ron and Hermione led everyone to a safe place."
Luna smiled, "some good news, finally", she said quietly, "are you…scared of seeing him?"
Harry shrugged, "I am not a kid anymore- and he won't be bullying me around to believe his lies this time."
They were silent for a moment, waiting in the dark, right in front of the manor where they knew their friends were suffering somewhere, waiting for Godric to show up with Voldemort, so he could force him to deactivate the apparatus blockade.
"I hope they will be able to overcome this", Luna remarked, her voice low and sad, "Neville and I were just…we had just started…", she took a deep breath, "I just need to see him and…"
A noise interrupted her, a strange noise in the dark, it sounded like…chains?
Suddenly, there was light, lots of it, and Godric, and…
"Oh my God", Luna whispered, she was staring at the ground, what was she staring at?
And then Harry saw it, too.
Voldemort, looking younger than the boy he had met in the chamber, handcuffed, shackled, on all fours, wearing a collar attached to a leash, and Gryffindor was holding the leash tightly, smiling at them, "Harry, Luna, thank you for waiting- it took a little longer than expected to get Thomas to cooperate", he pulled on the leash, just a little, and Voldemort struggled to get closer to him, his face was tear-stained, red with shame and humiliation, and there was something else, it was in his eyes- pure, raw hatred.
Harry did not know what to say- and judging by the expression on Luna's face, she did not know, either.
"Let's get this over with, shall we?", Godric shifted his attention to Voldemort, "deactivate the spell, Thomas", his voice was cold and demanding, cold enough to make even Harry shiver, but Voldemort just stared straight ahead, his lips pressed together.
Fuck that bastard, he would not deactivate anything, and the longer he waited, the higher the chances that everyone in the dungeons would die- which was fine by him. Let them all die; he did not care anymore.
"I do not like to repeat myself, Thomas- and your defiance is only going to make me punish you again."
"Fuck you, Gryffindor."
And then there was another noise- a horrid, lashing sound- and then somebody screamed in agony, and it took him a while to realize that he was screaming, and he was struggling against the damn leash, but Gryffindor held him tight, and how the hell could he have forgotten how damn painful that was? It had felt like the skin got ripped off his back, worse than any Crucio for sure, and it hurt…it hurt so damn much…
"Deactivate the spell, Thomas", his voice was calm, but dangerous, "I've got all night to turn you into an obedient little boy- and you will obey me."
The hell he would.
He stayed silent and braced himself, pressing his lips together so tightly it hurt, but he would not scream again, not in front of bloody Potter and that blonde, wide eyed little slut, fuck Gryffindor and fuck…
And then the whip hit him again, and there was no way that Gryffindor had not cast some kind of spell on that thing before, because the pain was excruciating, radiating, unbearable, and he screamed and screamed and screamed, before he finally collapsed on the ground, trembling.
"Three more", Gryffindor said, sounding...casual, and he wanted nothing more than to kill that bastard, but he also knew that there was no way in hell he was able to survive three more of these strikes without losing his mind.
Still, he was not going to give in.
I rather die.
Gryffindor seemed to have guessed what he was thinking, and he smiled, "suit yourself, Voldemort", and then the whip came down again, and he had to move, he had to get away from the pain, but Gryffindor still held him tight, the collar almost choking him.
He gasped, "s…t…op, you bastard, stop!"
"Are you talking to me, Thomas?", Gryffindor asked mildly, "the only way to make this stop is by deactivating the spell- but knowing you, I will have to break you to obey me, right?"
"I…fucking…hate you!", he spit out blood, "you…can't…break me!"
Gryffindor laughed, he seemed amused for some reason, "we shall see, Thomas. Now, that's two more- and then I am going to try something else with you, bad boy."
Tom pulled hard on the leash, panicking without being able to help it, "I am going to kill you! I will fucking kill you, Gryffindor!"
"That will have to wait, Thomas", and he casually held up the whip, and Tom desperately tried to move away, but the whip came down again, and this time, he felt his skin breaking, he felt the blood gushing out, and he screamed and screamed, and then- he passed out.
Only to be woken up seconds later by something wet, and cold, and he spluttered, and he did not want to open his eyes, he did not want to come back to this hell and the pure agony that was his body, but Gryffindor did not give him a choice, "get up on all fours, I am adding another strike with the whip for every second you are down there", he said, his voice hard, and for the first time, bloody Potter seemingly wanted to say something, and Potter looked pale, and the slut looked like she was about to cry- what the hell was her problem?
He groaned, and tried to get back on all fours like a damn dog, the pain so intense that he almost passed out again.
"I am giving you three more for wasting my time", Gryffindor announced, "I guess I am being too lenient with you when you fall asleep during a punishment", his tone was mocking him, and Tom balled his hands into fists, "screw you, Gryffindor!", he spat out, but there was no real fury behind his words anymore, the pain took all his energy, all his concentration, and all of his everything.
"That's four then- unless you want to apologize for disrespecting me?"
Tom blinked back tears, he wanted to die, for the first time in his life, he actually rather be dead, "I…don't apologize to anyone", he finally said through clenched teeth, and Gryffindor laughed softly, "your pride is really not helping here, Thomas, don't you see that?"
He stayed silent, trying to brace himself for the next strike, and he knew he was going to pass out again, and Gryffindor would keep going and going…and if Gryffindor really killed him, he would not be able to get his revenge.
Maybe I should…No, no I can't. I just can't.
"Aaaaaaaaahhhh!", he had tried to prepare himself, but failed- the pain was yet again freshly burning through his body, he coughed up some blood and then curled himself into a ball, hating himself for his weakness, but at this point, he would do anything to protect himself from more pain.
"Deactivate the spell, Thomas."
"N…no!"
He waited for the next strike, and he was shivering now, and then Gryffindor kneeled down next to him, "you are the most stubborn kid I have ever met, Thomas", and for some reason, that sounded like a compliment to him, "I am going to try something else now- you won't like it, but we are running out of time here", he got back up and waved his hand, and a big wooden chair appeared in front of him, and then he lifted him up, and he whimpered in agony, "what…what are you going to do to me?", he blurted out without being able to stop himself.
Gryffindor smiled at him, and then he sat down in the chair, and Tom still did not get it, until Gryffindor patted his lap, "you know what happens to naughty boys who don't want to listen?"
No fucking way.
He tried to step back, but the shackles did not let him, and he stumbled and fell, the pain making him see stars for a second, "no! You can't…I won't let you do that!"
Gryffindor just laughed, "still thinking you are in charge here, naughty boy?", and he grabbed him easily, and then pulled him over his lap.
"Fuck off, let me go! You fucking bastard!", he cursed, and kicked, the humiliation too much to bear, "I am NOT going to…"
Smack.
He struggled harder, and Gryffindor leaned over to him, speaking quietly enough for only him to hear, "here is what's going to happen, Thomas- I will pull your pants down, and I will spank you- and if you want to make this stop, you have to say: I was a naughty boy and I deserved to be spanked. Do you understand?"
"I won't say that! I won't!", he was screaming now, and when Gryffindor pulled his pants down, he started to sob, unable to help himself, "don't! Don't do that to me!"
"Say the words and I stop", Gryffindor responded calmly, "and stop struggling, you are only making this harder for yourself."
Gryffindor lifted his hand, and the sound it made on his bare backside almost made him throw up, and he thought being whipped had been the worst Gryffindor could do to him- damn had he been wrong.
Smack.
Smack.
Smack.
He was surprised how much this hurt, Gryffindor's hand must have been made out of iron, and he struggled and struggled and struggled, but he was not able to even move one inch away from his punishment.
"Stop! Stop! It fucking hurts!"
Gryffindor laughed and smacked him again, "it's a punishment, Thomas, what did you expect?"
Smack.
His whole body was on fire now, everything hurt, even parts of his body he did not even know existed, and when Gryffindor smacked him again, he began to cry quietly and choked on his spit, "wait", he finally rasped, his voice hoarse from screaming, "don't…I will…deactivate it…just…no more…", he stared on the ground, the humiliation too much for him to handle.
God, he was pathetic.
Gryffindor leaned over to him, and he smiled, he had the nerve to smile at him now, "that was not so bad, was it?", and he wanted to slap that fucking smile right off his face, for saying the same bullshit he had said at the damn tree, which felt like had been a hundred years ago.
"Say what I told you to say, Thomas- what have you been?"
His eyes were blurry with tears, which he was grateful for, it meant that he could not see bloody Potter and the slut who were probably laughing their asses off right now, and then Gryffindor smacked him again, hard, and his body jerked in agony.
I need this to stop.
"I…I was…a…naughty…boy…and…I…I…", he sobbed, his face burning with shame, "and I deserved…to be…spanked."
He expected Gryffindor to laugh now, to sneer at him, but the Founder simply lifted him up and carefully placed him on his lap, "good boy- it's all over now…", and then he hugged him, just like he had done at the orphanage, and Tom had no idea why he leaned into the embrace, and why the hell did he even like this?
He mumbled some words to deactivate the spell, too exhausted and drained to fight any more, and he closed his eyes and Gryffindor was still holding him, humming something, and it was strangely soothing for some reason, and he was able to forget the pain for a second.
But then, the real world came crushing back to him.
The front doors to the Manor had opened, and Harry and Luna wanted to run inside, but Gryffindor held up a hand and they froze and then he carefully put him back down on all fours.
"Show us the way to the dungeons, Thomas."
"Second door on the left, down the hall", he said through clenched teeth, "it's hard to miss, just follow the whining."
He half- expected another smack for that answer, but Gryffindor was still smiling, and then…he pulled on his leash, "lead the way, Thomas."
His insides turned cold, and for a second, he thought he was going to faint.
He…he was not…he could not be serious; he was not going to make him…crawl?
He tried to stand up, which turned out to be impossible with his shackled feet, and then Gryffindor pulled on the leash again, "behave, Thomas", like he was some damn dog, "or would you rather go back over my lap again?"
He was going to kill him. He was seriously going to kill him.
Tom kept his eyes on the ground, there was no way he would look up now, and then he started crawling on all fours like a dog, humiliation written all over his face, his tortured body screaming in silent agony with every step.
He had expected Potter or that blonde bitch to start laughing now, to sneer, to do something, but they did not say a word, the only sound he could hear were his chains as he crawled through the hallway. He could not even go as fast as he wanted to get it over with quicker, because Gryffindor held him tight on the leash, forcing him to crawl slowly. God, he hated that guy.
Finally, they were at the door which led to the basement stairs, and Tom almost expected Gryffindor to force him to go downstairs with them, to humiliate him in front of the prisoners, but Gryffindor merely pulled on the leash again, "stay, Thomas."
I am not a damn dog!
Potter and the Blonde rushed down the stairs, "I will send some Healers in a second", Gryffindor called after them, and then he made some clicking sound with his tongue and pulled on the damn leash again, and he was forced to crawl along, shame forming a lump in his throat.
I need a goddamn Healer too, ever thought about that?
They stopped in the dining room, which was empty, thank God.
"Is there anything you need to take from this place?", Gryffindor asked, "this is the last time you are going to be here, so you better tell me now."
Tom stayed silent.
"Still too prideful, hmm?", Gryffindor carefully raked his fingers through his hair, and he jerked his head back, "don't touch me!", he hissed, "and stop treating me like a damn dog!"
Gryffindor just laughed, "are you going to answer my question then, Thomas?"
He took a deep breath, forcing himself not to curse at him again, after all, he had gone through enough pain and degradation for a lifetime already today, "I don't need anything, just maybe my…", he stopped himself right in time, there was no way in hell he would tell Gryffindor that he was spending hours a day reading and needed his books.
"My…?", Gryffindor prompted, but again, he was not going to say books, and besides, Gryffindor would probably force him to crawl all the way up to the library then, which was on the third floor.
So, he stared down with clenched teeth, "nothing."
Gryffindor sighed, "well, you are certainly wondering what is going to happen to you now, right?"
"No."
Gryffindor laughed softly, "stubborn boy…", he murmured, and he did not say boy with the same malice Mrs. Higgins had, "I am going to tell you anyways- you are going to spend the time until your trial in one of the prison cells at the Ministry, and after your trial, you will probably be transferred to Azkaban."
Tom did not answer, but a tiny smirk crossed his lips, that bastard has no idea, has he? - and Gryffindor saw it and frowned, "what are…"
"Master Gryffindor?", someone suddenly said, and Tom wanted to die of shame when a small group of Aurors walked into the room.
"Thank you for coming so quickly", Gryffindor answered, and then he bent down, lifted his chin up and forced him to look him in the eyes, "I am going to take the collar and the handcuffs off now- are you going to be my good boy and behave for me?"
He wanted to spit in his face, but when Gryffindor warningly raised an eyebrow, he gave in, too exhausted and hurt for another round of power play, "yes", he choked out, his whole body trembling in mortification.
Gryffindor smiled at him, no scorn this time, and then carefully took off the collar and the handcuffs, the shackles stayed on though.
"I know that was hard for you, Thomas", he said quietly, quietly enough that the Aurors could not hear him, "and I always reward good behavior", and with that, he carefully put a hand on his injured back, and Tom let out an agonized whimper by the contact, "no…please…don't…"
"Shshsh…I am not going to hurt you anymore, Thomas. Stay still", he mumbled some words, a spell, and Tom wanted to cry out with relief when the pain lessened, "see? Being a good boy has its advantages", and he smiled, and then he slowly raked his hands through his hair again, and this time, he just let him- and he did not even know why.
"You can take him to the Ministry now, they are expecting him", he told the Aurors, "he won't give you any trouble. Please tell Fudge that I will meet with him tomorrow morning- did the Healers arrive?"
"Yes, Sir, they took everyone to St. Mungo's, the dungeons are empty", an Auror answered respectfully, "they came just in time, a couple more hours and it might have been too late."
Shit. A couple more hours? He totally shouldn't have deactivated the damn spell, he…
He was not able to finish his thought, the Aurors jerked him up, forced him on his feet and grabbed his hands, "let's go, Voldemort", one of them said disdainfully, and next thing he knew, they apparated- and the last thing he saw was Godric bloody Gryffindor, looking at him with a thoughtful expression on his face.
At least he would never see that damn bastard again.
Thank God.
Sirius yawned, he had slept awfully, thanks to Goyle of course, who thought it was funny to wake him up three times last night, dressed up as some stupid poltergeist.
Well, at least he did not have to suffer from the bullying much longer, he was going to meet up with Harry, Remus, and the Founders tonight at 6 pm to hopefully discuss his transformation back into an adult- and then he would give Goyle some hell!
Lessons were halfway over already, thank God, he had Transfiguration with the Ravenclaw's now, something he actually looked forward to today.
McGonagall had given them a rather interesting homework last week about the Avifors spell, and coincidentally, that spell had been the one he had been practicing with James forever. He was kind of proud of himself for spending three hours on the homework, something he usually did not do.
I am gonna show Godric if I get an Outstanding.
He smiled as he entered the classroom, and seconds later, McGonagall came in.
"Good morning, class", she began briskly, "your homework about the Avifors spell is due today, take it out, please."
Everyone started rumbling through their papers, Sirius did too, he looked and looked- but nothing. His homework was gone.
This can't be possible.
He frantically started searching again, and a few Ravenclaws who were sitting nearby started to giggle, and he blushed.
McGonagall came closer, she stopped at the desk in front of him and looked at Goyle's neatly written papers on his desk, "a very good effort, Mr. Goyle", she said approvingly.
"Thank you, Professor", Goyle answered smugly, and something in his voice made Sirius look up.
Since when did Goyle care about this class? Had he…
He got up and walked over, snatching the papers out of McGonagall's hands and gasped, "this is my homework! You asshole stole my homework! You did not write any of this!"
"Mr. Howell, I expect an explanation for your very curious behavior", McGonagall's voice was icy, her eyes sparkling with anger, she could not stand any disrespect in her class, "what is the matter with you?"
"Goyle stole my homework, he…"
"I did nothing of that sort- I was working on that homework for days, Finley and Atticus saw me, didn't you?"
Finley and Atticus nodded dutifully, and Sirius' anger turned into rage, "these little cowards will say anything for you, and you know that!", he hissed, "you did steal my homework, you lying piece of shit! I hate you!", he reached forward and lashed out, punching Goyle right on the nose, which started bleeding immediately.
"You…you broke my nose!", Goyle hollered, "you will regret this, Howell!"
"Enough", McGonagall said, she seemed furious, "Howell, detention, tonight at 6pm! And 30 points from Slytherin for your extraordinary behavior. You ought to be ashamed of yourself."
Sirius paled.
6 pm…the meeting…with the Founders…
"I…I don't have time at 6 pm, could I please have detention another time?", he blurted out desperately, but the class thought he was trying to be funny now, and they started to laugh.
McGonagall looked like she was about to explode, "detention at 6 pm today, and you will write one hundred times: I need to show respect to my Professors", she declared, basically fuming, "and I am deducting another 30 points from Slytherin for your insolence! Now, sit down, Howell, and if I hear another word from you, I will ask you to leave."
Sirius sat down, shaking. The other Slytherins shot him dirty looks, most likely because he had just lost 60 points for Slytherin within 2 minutes.
They are never going to forgive me for this…and the meeting, what am I going to do?
He wanted to cry, but he forced himself to regain his composure, and when McGonagall dismissed the class, he was the first one out the door.
Panting, he ran across the yard, looking for Harry.
There he was, leaning on a tree, surrounded by Hermione and Ron, they were laughing and talking, no doubt because Ginny Weasley and the others were feeling quite normal again already.
"Harry…I…need to talk to you", he rushed out the words, and Harry smiled at him, "what's up, Sirius? I thought we are meeting tonight anyways."
"Yeah…about that meeting…", Sirius hesitated, should I tell him the truth? Nah…he might give me crap then, too, and if Godric finds out…I better make something up.
"I…we are having Quidditch practice tonight", he lied, "so, I was hoping to meet a little earlier? At 5 pm maybe?"
"Remus has a conference at that time", Harry answered, he seemed to think, "but what about tomorrow night? Same time?"
Sirius swallowed. That meant another night as a student, getting tormented by Goyle and the others…
"Yeah, that works", he said and forced himself to sound enthusiastically, "ehm…I see you later, gotta go now", he ran off before Harry could respond, blinking back tears.
He had been so excited for today…and now it had turned into a nightmare.
And unfortunately, the nightmare was far from over, no one talked to him at lunch, and he did not dare to go to the common room, but also did not dare to see the Founders, so he hung around outside, even though it had gotten pretty cold already.
Shortly before 6 pm, he made his way to the Transfiguration classroom, a defeated look on his face.
McGonagall was already there, she looked at him like he was some especially nasty bug, and pointed towards some heavy books at the back of the class, "organize those, Howell, and dust them off."
No please, no further explanations- this was going to be a long night.
"Yes, Professor", he said quietly, and started to work. The books were extremely heavy, and he started to sweat quickly, but did not dare to protest.
It took him almost one and a half hours to get everything organized, and when McGonagall finally dismissed him, he was completely exhausted.
And now he had to face Goyle again…
He sighed heavily as he stepped outside the classroom and quietly closed the door behind him.
"Had a good Quidditch practice, Sirius Black?"
No. Nonono, please no.
He froze, too afraid to even breathe, while his eyes started watering instantly.
"I asked you a question, Sirius, and I expect an answer", Gryffindor's voice sent chills through his body, he had to force himself to open his mouth, "I…I…did not…have…practice…", he finally managed to confess, "I…had detention."
"And what was the reason for your detention?"
Sirius stifled a sob, "I…I punched another student", he whispered, "and…I…I was being… disrespectful to Professor McGonagall, but…I did not mean to, really, it was all just a misunderstanding!", he added desperately, "please, I am sorry! I am so sorry!"
"Anything else you want to tell me?", Gryffindors voice was still ice cold, and Sirius started to sob, "I lied…to Harry about practice…and…McGonagall took 60 points from Slytherin, and…and I have to write 100 times that…that I need to show respect to her…and…I…I cursed at Goyle before I punched him."
He stared at the ground, wishing it would swallow him, not wanting to look up to see the anger on Gryffindor's face.
There was a silence.
"Quite an accomplishment for one class", Gryffindor finally remarked in a cutting tone, "follow me, Sirius Black. We are going to have a little talk now."
Sirius sobbed again, tears were streaming down his face, "I am sorry!", he was crying now, "please don't…please…I…I am so sorry!"
"Oh, you will be sorry, I can promise you that much- let's go."
He led him along the hallway, and Sirius followed, his head hanging down in desperation and fear, dreading what was going to happen next.
He should not have lied again…Gryffindor was going to kill him!
The prison cell was tiny, a bed, a small table, a chair- and, behind a curtain, a toilet and a sink.
Tom looked around silently, and then sat down on the bed.
It was quiet around him, the Aurors had casted a Silencio on the cells, and since his cell had no window, he could only guess what time it was.
Still, this was better than what he had expected- and everything he needed for his plan was here.
He smiled cruelly, "this is far from over", he said to no one in particular, "I am just getting started- and then to hell with all of you!"
yep...that's it for now :D if you liked it, please leave me a review! :)
in the next chapter, sirius will get punished and tom will work on his plan...
see ya soon!
Antonie