AN: A nice long chapter for you now, this is pretty sad, but needs to be written. :( Things can't go well forever... (I apologise, I fucked up when I uploaded it the first time so if you got an alert and it disappeared again I had to delete it and re-upload...sorry.)

"It is easier to forgive an enemy than to forgive a friend."
―William Blake

Dumbledore sat behind his desk when the knock came, he looked up from the parchment he was reading. "Enter." The door opened to reveal Sirius Black. "Sirius, you are risking much by speaking to me, it must be serious...sit."

Sirius glanced at the portrait of Phineas Nigellus, he appeared to be asleep but Sirius saw him open an eye. He looked away and clenched his hands into fists. "Dumbledore, you know Draco's going to try and kill you."

Dumbledore sat down, eyeing Sirius carefully. "And how do you come by this information?"

"Draco told me." He sat down feeling the eyes of his ancestor on him, he hated that portrait, he had been subjected to too many snide comments from it. "But you also know that I'm being used by the Malfoy's and the Dark Lord as a distraction for Harry."

"I will admit to being made aware of this, why are you here?"

Sirius licked his lips nervously before taking a breath. "I want to know if it is possible to return me to my own time, has there been anything that could help? Any information? I want to go back...I have to."

Dumbledore surveyed Sirius over the tops of his fingers for a long moment. "The ministry have doubled their efforts to look into it, I have asked them to keep it secret but they are researching. What caused this sudden change of heart?"

Sirius looked away for a second. "I don't belong here." He said softly, which was true enough. "I'm supposed to be dead...I-I know my life is going to be short...but I have to go back. I can't stay."

"I see. Then I shall make sure the Ministry redouble their efforts. But there is something else..."

Sirius sat up straighter. "I can give you information on what the Dark Lord's doing, sir. I can tell you what I've seen and I can help you save yourself...Just...just help Harry. Protect him."

"I have my own sources for gathering such information, I would not ask a child to spy that would be folly."

"You have Snape, sir...I know, but there are some things only a Black will be able to tell you."

"I say! You can't be giving away family secrets, boy!"

"Phineas, enough." Dumbledore calmed the portrait who had suddenly stopped pretending to sleep in his outrage. "How would you be able to gain more information from the Dark lord than my other source?"

Sirius smirked. "My cousin's his right hand, sir. Bella would be willing to teach me anything if I asked..."

Dumbledore sighed sadly. "I can guess at the things she's 'taught' you already, Sirius, you are sixteen, I have no wish to place you in such peril. Bellatrix is mad, why would she trust you?"

"Like you said, she's taught me...things...before. I could become very useful for her, she's said that she would be willing to train me properly...I will be able to tell you anything, things that Snape can't."

"No, Sirius. I will not ask that of you."

Sirius sighed heavily and closed his eyes. "Yes sir."

"You're already risking much to be here, return to your common room and I promise you we will send you back to your time as soon as is conceivably possible."

Sirius stood and nodded. "Thank you sir..." He muttered and walked away.

The month passed too slowly for Sirius, he was turning seventeen but there was little to no excitement in him. He knew what it would mean and the memory of Lucius' cold laughter and smug smile haunted him until he was unable to sleep at night, he watched Harry from a distance as often as he could, but Draco was always nearby.

Once when he came up from the dungeons he saw Harry walking with his friends into the Great Hall, Harry stopped when Hermione nudged him and their eyes met across the hall. Sirius bit his lip, his gut twisting viciously and threatening to make him sick, then, to make matters worse he felt someone stood close behind him. "Missing your previous owner, dog?"

Harry watched Draco's hands as they slipped possessively around Sirius' waist, his eyes darkened and he adjusted his bag before turning and walking away. Sirius lowered his head. "If you hurt him Malfoy I'll kill you." He hissed through his teeth.

"You couldn't kill anyone, Black, you don't have it in you."

Sirius lifted his head and looked into Draco's eyes. He had a snarl on his face that resembled that of his alter-ego, he pushed Draco into the wall and watched in satisfaction as his eyes widened. He planted his hand firmly on the wall beside Draco's head and leaned close. "I am more than capable of murder, Malfoy! Don't you dare underestimate me! I am, after all, Bella's cousin. Do you think she wouldn't tell me some secrets? We've spent plenty of time together long before you were born...I know more spells than you will ever learn thanks to Cissy's reluctance to teach you dangerous magic, I could kill you in so many ways the only problem would be deciding which...do we have an understanding?" Draco gazed into those eyes and swallowed before nodding jerkily. Sirius backed away just as their fellow Slytherin's were walking up the stairs, his smile was dark as he turned from the blond and began making his way to his lessons.

His seventeenth dawned as wet and wintery as any other day, he woke in the cold dungeon dorm and spent a while gazing up at the canopy above his bed. When he heard his fellow Slytherin's stirring he sat up and gently touched the mark on his neck. With a sigh he climbed out of bed.

After he had showered he stood before the mirror and brushed out his hair slowly, he caught sight of Draco behind him. "Happy birthday dog, I got you something." Sirius raised an eyebrow and watched Draco's reflection as he held up a green and silver collar.

"Oh, that's funny..." He said sarcastically as he rolled his eyes. "As if James wasn't the first to buy me a collar as soon as we found our Animagus forms..."

"But this one will suit you much better." Draco grinned nastily and put it around Sirius' throat. "The colours match your eyes..." he said as he tightened it.

Sirius winced. "You trying to choke me?" He gasped.

"I wish." Draco muttered as he released the collar and admired it, he ran a finger down Sirius' neck. "Would you ware it outside?"

"No. I'm not that stupid." Sirius undid it and let it fall from his hands. "The only person to ever get me to wear a collar was James Potter, and that one was crimson and gold." He turned and went to his trunk before pulling out some robes to wear.

"But soon you'll always be wearing a collar, Black...only it's one you can't see. What was it my father said? At midday the spell will come into affect..."

"I know." Sirius muttered, clutching his throat absently as he dreaded the moment. "I was there when he cast the damned thing..." He remembered the horrible sense of suffocation, the terrible feeling of icy fingers clutching at his throat...he would have to remember to leave any public areas when the spell was completed. It had been cast so that as soon as he turned seventeen, at midday precisely he would be bound to the Malfoy's for the rest of his life. Draco was right, he would be wearing a collar of iron soon enough, and already he could feel the weight of it dragging him down.

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Harry sat in his lessons feeling depressed. He couldn't even find it within himself to try and discover how Draco would sneak these Death Eaters into the school, he watched Sirius from a distance, but Malfoy was always nearby and he couldn't speak to him. He hadn't realised just how much joy Sirius had brought him and now he wished that he had remained ignorant to his plans, it was much too hard to watch him and know that he was now one of the Dark lord's pets. He despised the smug look Malfoy got when they were in close proximity, and if Sirius was with him he would make sure of letting Harry know who he belonged to, Sirius merely seemed to ignore the possessiveness preferring to simply walk away than let Malfoy have the satisfaction of showing off, but still Harry found himself at night trying to stop his imagination of conjuring graphic mental images of Malfoy and Sirius in bed.

During their next defence lesson Harry was gazing despondently across the room when he saw movement from the corner of his eye, everyone turned to stare at Sirius who had stood up. Snape turned and gazed at him with a stern frown. "What is it now Black?"

"Sir, can I go? I-I need to leave..." His eyes flicked to the clock and back to Snape's face.

Harry frowned, he looked paler, dark circles ringed his eyes and he was shaking. "And why would you need to leave before we have even started this lesson?"

"I just do. Please, sir."

Snape was silent a moment as his eyes drifted to the clock on the wall, both hands were nearly on twelve, to Harry's shock he nodded. "As you will, but I want you return when you have completed your...business."

Sirius nodded and fled, people began muttering and Hermione met Harry's eyes, she was just as worried as he was.

Sirius ran down the corridors before finding and empty class room where he collapsed with a gasp, he fell to his knees, bruising them but that was suddenly engulfed as he felt his throat constrict. He bowed his head and gasped in a breath, but it stuck. He tried to draw in a whole breath but found he couldn't, his cheeks became flushed as he coughed and tried to breathe, his hand clasped his throat as a gentle glow emanated from his neck. His skin burned as if his neck had been wreathed in flame, he shuddered and began to see black spots bloom across his vision as his lungs worked overtime to get his body breathing again. He was suffocating. Panic tore through him as he choked and fell onto all fours. His lungs clenched painfully before suddenly he fell forward into darkness.

Harry sat there, tapping his quill absently on his parchment, suddenly he stood.

"What is it Mr. Potter?" Snape snapped. "You are supposed to be writing..."

"Toilet, sir." Harry said and ran for the door before Snape could call him back. He ran down the corridor, checking class room after classroom before finally he found him.

Sirius was lying on the floor, his hands twitched by his head and he appeared to be unconscious, Harry swore and fell to his side, lifting him up and rolling him onto his back. His face was white, ebony hair a strange contrast to his skin. His lips had a blue tinge to them and Harry clearly saw a bright red mark encircling his throat like someone had placed a burning collar around his neck. "Sirius...!" He gasped as he looked down at him, Harry felt his heart clench in panic but before he could so much as move Sirius gasped, his eyes flew open and he began coughing and retching violently. He rolled away from Harry so he was on all fours as he regained his breath.

"Ow..." Sirius rasped, wincing at his raw throat. He coughed sending more agony through his body. Slowly he turned to see Harry who was gazing at his neck, he cleared his throat with a wince. "How bad...?" He asked.

"J-just a line...what happened? Why were you on the floor?"

Sirius straightened and lowered his head. "It's Dark Magic, it binds a person to someone else for as long as they live. It means that...that I belong to the Malfoys..."

"Magical Enslavement, Potter, do you like it? It's a birthday present from my father." Draco stood leaning against the wall with a smile. Sirius shot him a heated glare as he climbed to his feet, he stumbled slightly but caught himself on the desk with his head bowed. "Now he has to do everything I say, my own control spell failed so my father did a new one." Malfoy grinned and stepped up to Sirius, he reached out and tipped his head up with a finger under his chin. "Watch him do some tricks for me, Potter...let's see how well you trained him. Black, kiss me."

Sirius' eyes widened and he tried to pull back but felt a terrible tightening in his throat, as if someone had a hand there. His body moved before he could prevent it and he pressed his lips to Draco's. "Please stop." He muttered as Draco pulled away with a smile. Sirius didn't dare look at Harry, he didn't want to see his face, if he did he thought it would kill him.

"You see, Potter? Your pet has deserted you. He's mine now. Such an obedient dog...I expect I could ask him to climb onto his knees and give me a blow-job in front of you. Would you like that, Puppy?" He drew Sirius close and saw the panic there. "Would you like to suck me off in front of your lover?"

"Let him go Malfoy, he's not a toy!"

Sirius turned his head to see Harry stood up and pointing his wand directly into Draco's face. "Harry...don't. He's not worth it, you could be expelled." Sirius said, he stepped up to him and pushed his wand down by his side. "Just...just leave it. I'm fine...I can look after myself." He smiled and touched Harry's cheek. "It has to be this way, but it won't be for long. Just...just look after yourself."

"But Siri..."

"I'm fine." He turned away and walked to the door. "We're supposed to be in Lesson." He muttered vaguely and pushed open the door.

Harry watched him leave feeling empty. He knew that look in his eyes, he knew that Sirius had basically left him for good. Malfoy sniggered and strode off, Harry let him go and collapsed into a chair. He bowed his head and covered his face with his hands.

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"You're beautiful, you know that?"

Sirius closed his eyes tightly, erasing Draco from his vision. He didn't want to think about it. He didn't want to do anything but hope that somehow Dumbledore found a way to reverse it, he had told him what had happened and Dumbledore had taken a few moments to look him over before telling him that he would work out how to undo the spell. But that had been two weeks ago and he had yet to find anything, so Sirius was stuck with having to be treated like a pet whore. He gritted his teeth and bore it, never speaking and never looking directly into Draco's eyes. He felt disgusted with himself, he was tainting himself and yet he couldn't refuse any orders, not anymore. Not from a Malfoy. He had not told Draco that actually the spell bound him to anyone with the Malfoy name, he let Draco dream.

Afterwards he showered, scrubbing his skin and hiding his tears in the water from the shower head.

The months dragged on, it became a monotonous pattern of darkness. Harry tried to keep his thoughts from straying to Sirius, but he couldn't. Even while Ron and Hermione discussed ways in which they could help, Harry didn't participate, he had seen the look in Sirius' eyes...eyes that had lost their glitter and were now little more than blank iron. Sirius' face gave nothing away, he kept it all hidden behind all his shields and masks, but Harry knew it must have been killing him.

Winter drew into spring, and Harry found that his only real escape was when he was flying, he could leave all his troubles on the ground when he was in the air. But as soon as his feet touched the ground again he was brought back to reality with a resounding crash.

One night Sirius couldn't stand it anymore, being away from Harry was like having a limb ripped off and so he developed a plan. He sat on his bed and wrote a quick note to Harry, he did a bit of complicated magic and it disappeared in a rush of purple fire.

Harry lay on his bed, arms behind his head as Ron was discussing tactics for their next Quidditch game when there was a strange whoomf noise as if someone had set fire to something. He sat upright and saw a note lying on his bed, quickly he picked it up and ripped it open.

Harry,

I can't stand this anymore, meet me in the Entrance Hall at Midnight. I have to see you.

Sirius.

Sirius looked at the time and saw that it was ten o'clock. He stood and rummaged in his trunk, withdrawing a tiny bottle full of pale blue liquid, he smiled as he stood and pocketed it. When Malfoy entered it was to find Sirius alone on his bed, he was topless and his jeans half way undone he smiled lazily at Malfoy who gazed at his body hungrily. "What are you waiting for, Draco?" He whispered huskily. "I thought you'd like it if I came to your bed willingly? Or would you prefer it if I was naked? Tell me what you want Master..." He dropped his voice as he traced a finger down his chest slowly and watched Draco's eyes glitter as he moved forward quickly, Sirius pulled him closer by the scruff of his robes and kissed him. He closed his eyes and let his body do the work while he concentrated on thoughts of Harry. He grabbed Draco's hand and moved it down his body, arching his back as he used his tongue to gain a long groan from the blond. He pulled away and saw a flush on Draco's cheeks as he panted slightly, Sirius smiled. "I want to make this interesting, Draco, can I show you something?" Draco seemed incapable of speech so he nodded instead, Sirius released him and reached into his bedside draw pulling out the little vial of blue liquid. He shook it. "It's an Aphrodisiac, it will enhance our fun...what do you say?" His whole plan revolved on this moment, if Draco refused to use the potion he would be forced to do something drastic. Luckily Draco wasn't thinking with his big head, he nodded stiffly. Sirius smirked and rolled them both over so he was straddling the Blonds hips, he pulled the cork from the bottle and filled his mouth with some of it. He leaned over Draco and their lips met, he felt Draco's hands in his hair as he opened his mouth and let the liquid pour into him. When Draco swallowed he pulled away with a smirk so wide it revealed his pointed canine teeth, Draco looked up at him and slowly he frowned. "Do you like it? It's a paralysis potion you idiot..." He laughed as Draco's eyes moved but the rest of his body was still, panic filled those grey eyes and Sirius leaned over him so his nails dug into Draco's chest and his long hair tickled his face. "I know you'll make me pay for this, but it is going to be worth it...this is what you get for underestimating me, Malfoy." He leaned closer and licked at his lips before drawing away again and sliding off of him. "Have fun there, oh, don't worry it'll ware off soon so you won't have a boner forever." He laughed and walked to his trunk to get a jumper.

Harry paced up and down in the darkness, wandering if he was doing the right thing. He shouldn't be trusting Sirius, not anymore, but he couldn't go another minute without at least speaking to him. As he paced he remembered the despair in his eyes and shuddered, no, he would have to find a way to free him, there wasn't any other choice. He refused to let the Malfoy's destroy him.

"Harry!"

Harry spun on his heels as feet padded his way, the shadows moved apart and revealed Sirius. He smiled and that awful look had gone from his eyes, they sparkled as he launched himself at Harry, grabbing him and pushing him into the wall. They shared a few breaths before Harry kissed him, their hands tangled in each other's hair and their soft gasps filled the empty hall. "Fuck...I missed you." Harry muttered against Sirius' mouth. He tasted of something similar to Muggle Parma Violets, but it was nice as he deepened the kiss he felt Sirius respond with a passion that rendered all their other encounters obsolete. It was a second before he realised that Sirius' cheeks were wet, he drew away to see tears spilling from his eyes and down his cheeks. He wiped them away with his thumb as Sirius fell to his knees, his hands gripping Harry's robes.

"Forgive me, Harry. I never wanted to hurt you..."

"I know." Harry knelt before him and lifted his head. "Hermione may have found something..." When Sirius looked confused he ran a finger along the faded red mark on his throat and Sirius' eyes widened like saucers. "We think we can free you but it..."

"It's Dark Magic...isn't it?"

"Yeah..." Harry looked crestfallen.

"What's the cost? Dark Magic always has a cost..."

"Here..." Harry handed him a small book, Sirius took it and scanned the heading.

"Where did Hermione find this?" He glanced at Harry who shrugged. "It can't have been in the library, not even the restricted section would have it...but it is a very useful book none the less..."He frowned while scanning the pages, then he paused. "This is the exact spell that Lucius Malfoy used...and it has the counter curse..." His eyes widened and he looked up at Harry. "It needs blood...but it needs to be blood from the person who is in love with the victim..." He looked down at the book again, avoiding Harry's eyes, he wasn't sure if he wanted Harry to confess, he wasn't even sure if Harry felt that strongly for him. The silence was awkward as Harry shifted and the silence spun into infinity.

"W-Why..." Harry cleared his throat irritably. "Why would it need to be love?"

"Because Love is the most powerful kind of magic in the world, it's so pure that it can undo any kind of magic..." He looked up finally and Harry saw that he was blushing, that took him aback slightly and he looked away quickly. "It's...it's the only thing that can undo it...erm...so..." He trailed off into silence and hung his head. "I...I suppose I had better get back...I mean, Draco's...paralysed and I mean...well..." He struggled with something before his shoulders slumped and he stood. "Tell Hermione thanks...a-and I'll see you around...I suppose..." He was on his feet and almost running in the opposite direction before Harry had found the courage to speak, instead he sat there, opening and closing his mouth like a fish. Finally the shock wore off and he smacked himself roughly in the forehead; "I love you...! Stupid bloody idiot, open your mouth next time!"

Sirius returned to the dorm and saw that Malfoy was only just recovering, so he locked the book away in his trunk and sat down on Malfoy's bed, his eyes were dark and he could see the anger in Draco's own. He sighed heavily as he watched Draco's hands twitch. "I suppose that means you want to kill me?" he smiled dispassionately. "Well, I don't think your father would be too pleased about that...but I suppose I can give you what you wanted before I tricked you...I've got nothing better to do." With that he stripped off just as the potion wore off on Draco, he was grabbed roughly, his arm twisted up his back until he thought it was going to break as his face was pushed roughly into the pillows.

"You think you can get away with making a fool out of me? I'll make you pay for that." He unbuckled his belt, still holding Sirius down with his arm. "Not a word, hear me?" Sirius nodded and a sharp gasp escaped him as pain drove a spike deep into his abdomen, but he closed his eyes and thought only of Harry, even when his tears fell he ignored them in favour of those green eyes inside his head.