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This chapter has no warnings- it's a little bit of a filling chapter to prepare for the explosion in chapter 6 lol.
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Sirius was practically shaking by the time they had gotten to their destination- a small, empty room at the end of a hallway that Sirius was not even aware existed.
Well, Gryffindor had built the school after all- so it should not have been a surprise to him that he knew about every single detail of Hogwarts.
He was standing in the middle of the room now, tears running down his face, while Gryffindor just looked at him, "why are we here, Sirius Black?"
He sobbed, "because…I did not behave", he finally managed to respond, "and…you are angry at me."
"I am not angry, Sirius- I am disappointed."
Sirius started to cry again, I disappointed him…that was more than he could handle, "please…I am sorry, I…I…", he could not finish, almost hyperventilating from crying now.
Gryffindor ignored it, "you are going to get punished nonetheless, Sirius, so I would advise you to pull yourself together now, otherwise, you are just going to make things harder for yourself."
Sirius sobbed, but he forced himself to stop crying, focus…just focus…and breathe…
"Good boy."
Sirius looked up, feeling relieved. It was going to be okay…at least Gryffindor still praised him.
Godric walked over to him, holding up his wand, "Now, Sirius, do you know what a Boggart is?"
Sirius blinked, the question took him by surprise, but he did not dare to let Gryffindor wait, "yes…yes, Sir. A…it's something that takes the form of someone's worst fear."
"Precisely", Gryffindor said, and waved his wand, and a wooden, old box appeared in front of him, looking like some treasure chest, "you might not know this, but there are different types of Boggarts- and the one I am going to show you now cannot be destroyed by the Ridikkulus spell, it has to be destroyed by words, or, to be clearer, by honesty."
He swallowed hard, not liking where this was going, "I…I am not sure I understand, sir."
Gryffindor merely smiled, "you will, Sirius- now tell me again, who did you punch in class?"
"Gerard Goyle", his voice was flat, just saying the name of his tormentor made him feel uneasy.
"So, when I open this box, are we going to see Goyle- or someone else?"
He blushed, thinking- was Goyle his biggest fear? Was he more afraid of him than of…Gryffindor?
Goyle had beat him, mocked him, got him into trouble more times than he could count, he had stolen from him, scared him almost to death dressed up as a poltergeist, and Gryffindor…well, his punishments were something else, but he had deserved every single one of them.
"We are going to see Goyle, Sir", he finally answered quietly.
"Good", for some reason, Gryffindor seemed very pleased with that answer, "are you ready?"
Sirius hesitated, "is…is this going to hurt, Sir?"
Gryffindor smiled at him, "not physically, Sirius, no."
He took a deep breath, "okay…I am ready", he mumbled, his right hand balled around his wand, his heart started to beat faster when Gryffindor waved his hand again, and then…the box opened, and out came Goyle, and he was…huge. Enormous, at least 8 feet tall.
He did not do anything, just stood there, the usual cold sneer on his face.
"Go…go away, Goyle!", Sirius tried, pointing his wand at him, "you…need to leave me alone!"
Goyle just laughed, a cruel, scornful laugh, and then he grew another foot, and Sirius was shaking again, overcome with fear.
"Your wand will be of no use, Sirius Black- use your words", Gryffindor said from the back of the room and Sirius started to sweat, what the hell did he mean? He had just used words, had he not?
"I hate you, Goyle!", he tried again, his voice filled with despair, "you are a mean, arrogant bully, and you only care about yourself!"
"Better", Gryffindor said, "keep going, Sirius- and be honest."
He took another deep breath, staring hard at Goyle, the boy who had made his life miserable for the last weeks, and then, it all rushed out of him, "you…I have not done anything to you, and you just…torture me, you mock me, and I don't even know why!"
He watched, amazed, that Goyle was shrinking now.
"You never had a friendly word for me, I am afraid to go to bed every single night because I don't know what you are about to do, you…you scared me almost to death dressed up as that stupid poltergeist, and I did not deserve any of this! I don't deserve being bullied by you!", he was screaming, his eyes blurry with tears, "I don't deserve it!"
Goyle kept shrinking, but he was still smiling his arrogant sneery smile.
"And you know what? I worked hard on this homework for Transfiguration, and I was so excited to turn it in, and I was excited to show Gryffindor that I am not completely stupid, that I can work hard, and I wanted him to be proud of me, and you took that from me when you stole my homework!", Sirius was breathing heavily now, but there was no stopping anymore, "it is your fault that I got detention, you made me so angry that I even disrespected a teacher, and I would not have done that without you interfering and lying to McGonagall!"
Goyle stopped smiling, his expression turned into fear, and Sirius had completely forgotten by now that Gryffindor was listening to every single word, "you don't know how it feels like to be me, to have no real family, to just be pushed around and laughed about, and I am so sick of all of this, you hear me? I am sick of it, and I am sick of you, I…I deserve to be happy, too, and to have a family, and friends, and someone who loves me!"
Goyle was now the size of a toddler, and he was wailing, and Sirius realized that he had never felt this good in a very long time, "but I am not going to be afraid of you anymore- you are nothing but a mean bully, someone who needs to put others down to feel better about himself!"
Goyle was shrieking and shrinking at the same time now, and then…he was gone.
Sirius' heart was hammering against his chest, and he was sweating, but he felt great. Amazing actually- even though this was supposed to be a punishment.
Gryffindor walked over to him, and the smile on his face made Sirius flush with happiness, "you did very well- I am so incredibly proud of you, Sirius."
Sirius sobbed, but this this time, it was pure relief, "thank…thank you, Sir", he murmured, and he did not resist when Gryffindor pulled him into a hug and held him tight, "you are my good boy, Sirius", he said, his voice low and affectionate, "and you are all forgiven- even though, I would like to know why you never told me or Salazar about any of this."
Sirius snuggled into Godric's broad chest, "I…was ashamed", he finally admitted quietly, "and…I…I did not want to bother you with this stuff…I mean, it's not like you're my…", he stopped himself and bit his lip.
It's not like you are my dad.
Gryffindor pulled him closer, planting a soft kiss on the top of his head, "we are going to have a little meeting tomorrow, and then we are going to discuss what is best for you, hmm?"
This. This right now is best for me.
He did not say that though, after all, he did not know if Gryffindor felt the same about him, and he knew what they would say at the meeting anyways- that he should take the potion and change back into his adult self since there was no need to hide from the Ministry anymore.
A while ago, he had thought he had wanted to be an adult again, to do whatever he pleased, but now…he was not so sure anymore.
"I am starving! Are you ever going to give me any food down here?"
The warden blinked in surprise, "what…are you talking about? You had breakfast two hours ago!"
"I did not have anything", Tom lied, "is that how you treat underage prisoners? Just wait until my lawyer finds out about this!"
The warden turned pale, "you…you are not really underage", he tried, and Tom wanted to laugh at how easy this was, "Fudge does not seem to agree with that", he retorted, "so- my breakfast?"
"I will go and get it!", the warden practically ran towards the door, and Tom grinned as soon as he had left.
His observations had finally started to pay off- for the first two weeks, he had done nothing but be a pliant, good little prisoner, but he had listened to every single word the wardens had said to each other, making mental notes of every little detail- and today he had decided to start with the weakest link.
Adiv Goldenstein was a shy, hesitant young warden who, which Tom had found out, had just started this job a couple of weeks ago, he was eager to do everything right, and very easy to be influenced.
He had to bite his tongue when Goldenstein came rushing back minutes later, carrying his breakfast tray.
"Thank you", he said graciously, "I hope this is not going to happen again."
"No, no, it won't, so there is no need to tell your lawyer."
God, he was practically begging him now, how pathetic- and how…useful.
"Fine, I won't tell him", Tom promised, and took a bite off his sandwich, he watched Goldenstein walk away, already tugging on his uniform.
Tom knew that he his shift was over now, which meant Morozov would come soon, another warden, but that one was a lot harder to break.
He made a big show out of eating his breakfast as loudly as possible as soon as he heard Morozov coming closer, gleeful with anticipation.
"What are you eating there, prisoner?", Morozov immediately asked, just as he had expected him to.
"I am eating the breakfast the warden just brought me", Tom responded meekly, "and thank you so very much for feeding me breakfast twice a day, as a growing boy, I sure do appreciate that."
Morozov cursed, "Goldenstein, that idiot…", he mumbled under his breath, but Tom, pretending to be completely focused on eating, heard every word.
"This was a mistake, give me that!", Morozov ordered, and Tom obeyed instantly, "I did not know that…will I still get my lunch, though?"
Morozov cursed again, "yes, you will still get your damn lunch", he answered gruffly, "now be quiet, prisoner!"
Tom closed his mouth and looked down, hiding a triumphant smile. The first phase had gone very well, now he was ready to move on to phase two.
For the next couple of days, he was the picture perfect prisoner again, and Goldenstein, carefully avoiding another mistake, mostly ignored him, which was to be expected.
He just had to wait.
Once a week he got meat for lunch, and every time for the last two weeks, he had kept a small piece of the bones, hiding it under his bed and at night, he had spent hours and hours sharpening them on the rough edges on the wall to tiny little knives- not sharp enough to threaten anybody with, he did only get small amounts of meat for that reason, but sharp enough to cause some impressive bleeding.
The next day, as Goldenstein reluctantly brought him breakfast, Tom was already waiting for him, "good morning", he smiled at the warden, who did not return his smile.
"Morning", Goldenstein said curtly, "get your tray, prisoner."
"Just a second, I am just going to wash my hands", Tom answered, went over to the sink and turned on the faucet- or tried to.
"There is no water coming out", he stated the obvious, "there is something wrong with the sink- how I am supposed to wash my hands now, or brush my teeth or clean my clothes? These are my legal rights and…"
"Let me take a look", Goldenstein interrupted, he seemed annoyed, "just get out of the way", he entered the cell and locked it carefully behind him and then went over to the sink.
"Hmm…might be a problem with the water pressure", he murmured, "maybe I can fix it…", he bent down, while Tom was innocently standing by, the sharp bones hidden in his hands.
"I don't see anything", Goldenstein announced, "maybe the faucet handle is broken…", he scratched his head, getting up, and Tom came closer, "I will turn it back on", he said, and before Goldenstein could say anything, Tom turned the faucet handle, and there was an enormous splash of water, getting right at him, and he stumbled, completely taken aback, and pushed against Tom who had thrown himself right under him, and while Goldenstein was desperately trying to protect himself from the water, Tom pressed the bones into his arms, and start to scream in pain, "my arm! You…aaahh this hurts! I am bleeding!"
Goldenstein finally was able to turn the water off, he was soaking wet, and now stared at Tom with a horrified expression on his face, "what…what happened?"
"You pushed me and fell on me and your keys did this to me!", he held up his arms, which were covered in deep cuts, reproachfully, "I am going to show this to my lawyer later!"
The warden turned pale, "wait…I don't think that is necessary…"
"You did that on purpose!", Tom continued, he started to sob, "just because I tricked you about the breakfast the other day!"
Goldenstein turned even paler, "no, of course not, that…that's…I did not…mean this!", he stuttered, and even though he was soaking wet, he started to sweat.
This was his first real job, and after the breakfast fiasco, Morozov had basically told him that the next mistake would be his last- and then how would be able to pay his bills, and help out with paying for his younger sister's education at Hogwarts? His parents were dead, he had no relatives, and this job was the only income they had.
"I…I really did not mean this…", Goldenstein seemed completely distraught, he was a picture of misery, standing there in his wet uniform, "please…please don't tell!"
Tom frowned, he seemed to be thinking very hard, "well…maybe I won't tell…but then you need to do me a little favor", he smiled at the warden who was still as white as a ghost.
"What…what favor?"
"Well, there are certain things I am missing around here", Tom responded smoothly, "most of all, the sunlight- I need to see the sun."
"There…there are no windows in these cells down here because they are high security", Goldenstein answered hesitantly, "only the cells in the other sector have windows."
And they also have showers, bigger beds and better food- and access to the library.
"I did not know that", Tom lied, "well…I think you have to find a way to get me into one of those cells then", he smiled brightly, "after all, I am not going anywhere, I am just a boy- there is no reason to keep me locked up in the high security area."
Goldenstein looked dumbfounded, "I…I don't know…I don't think I can do that…", he finally managed to say nervously, "a transfer has to be approved by at least two wardens…and I doubt that anyone else would approve."
"Well, you might need to do some convincing", Tom kept going, still smiling sweetly, "maybe Kavanagh can be convinced…with some…let's say…tickets to the next Chudley Cannons game? I coincidentally overheard you saying the other day that you have a season's pass- and Kavanagh seems to be a big fan."
"Hmm, hmm…maybe", Goldenstein mumbled, he scratched his wet head, "I'll see what I can do…"
"Well, my lawyer is coming at 5 pm today", Tom reminded him, "so, it would be best to hurry", he smiled wide, "but I am sure you can figure something out, right?"
"Ehm…yeah, yes, I will figure it out", the warden swallowed hard, "I…I better change my uniform now or I will get in trouble…eh…I see you later", he left the cell hastily, locked it and stormed off, and Tom waited until he was out of sight, and started to laugh scornfully.
What an idiot! Manipulating the faucet handle had been all it took, and he congratulated himself on that idea, the plan had been working like clockwork- and if everything went as expected, he would soon be in one of the cells in the other sector, which were not only a lot nicer, but also a lot less restricted- and then, he would plan his escape.
This was going to be good.
Dumbledore was pleased.
He examined the boy in front of him, his eyes sparkling with glee, "you have done a very good job, Goyle. He is almost at his breaking point now."
Goyle just shrugged, "it's been fun", he said, "I can't stand that little twat anyways. What do you want me to do next, Professor?"
Albus smiled sardonically, "well…I was hoping you could get that poltergeist costume out again, and this time, I want you to wake him once every hour, all night long. I want him to be completely exhausted by the morning, and I want you to do that every night from now on. Do not let him sleep peacefully, I want him to be so overtired that he won't even be able to spell his own name anymore."
Goyle swallowed, "uhm…but…when do I sleep then?", he asked dully, "last time I did the poltergeist thing I had to set my alarm three times…and it was kinda hard to concentrate the next day, Professor."
"Do not worry, I have a little potion here for you that will take care of that", Dumbledore responded and handed him a little bottle, "take five drops of this before you go to bed, and you will feel like you slept for 12 hours straight the next morning, even though you were up all night."
"Cool!", Goyle grinned and snatched the bottle off the table, "you can count on me, Professor."
"I know I can", Dumbledore gave him an approving nod, "and don't forget, do not tell anyone."
Goyle simply nodded and got up, the potion in his pocket.
This was going to be so much fun!
next one will have spanking/ attempted sexual abuse and some daddy/son moments between godric, sal and sirius :)
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