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"You wanted to see me, Father?"

Godric looked up, "yes, come on in- there has been a change of plans I need to discuss with you."

Aurelius stepped into the office, "change of plans? What…", he suddenly stopped, and his eyes went wide, "is that…"

"It is- Sirius Black in all his glory", Gryffindor smiled and walked over to the chair, where Sirius was sitting, angrily struggling against his chains, "mmmhh! MMMHHH!"

He was gagged, too, which made him even more furious than the bonds, "MMMMHHH!"

"Shshsh…do I really need to punish you again?", Gryffindor smiled when Sirius hastily shook his head, "then behave- and be quiet. One more sound from you and I will get the whip out again, understand?"

"Mmh…mhmh…"

Godric laughed softly, "good", he turned over to Aurelius, "I was in the dormitory last night, looking for it- and then all of a sudden, Black came in, and he thought it would be smart to be rude to me, to call me names- so I decided to take him with me. He had a quite uncomfortable night, am I right, Sirius?"

The Black hung his head, anger and shame were forming a lump in his throat, he hated how helpless he was, he wished he could get up and beat the shit out of that damn Gryffindor, who had basically captured him, and who had forced him to spend the whole night in a cold, tiny cell in his basement, all that while he never took the Petrificus off him.

In the morning, he had escorted him to the bathroom, and he had been forced to piss while Gryffindor was watching, and after that, he had taken him to office and tied him to this damn chair- and when he had started to yell at him, he had simply put a gag in his mouth, and then, he had whipped him- and it had hurt, it had hurt so much…

"What's your plan with him now?", Aurelius asked, the same question Sirius would have asked if he was able to.

"Well…I have been thinking…and I have decided that you could need some help carrying out the plan- maybe it is too much to ask to tackle both Potter and Dumbledore- so while you concentrate on Dumbledore, Black will handle Potter."

What plan? What the hell are you talking about? What do you want from Harry?

Aurelius did not look convinced, "so you are sending him back to Hogwarts? He will just go running and blurt everything out to his werewolf friend. I don't trust him."

Asshole!

"Don't worry, my plan is much more…elaborated", Gryffindor was smiling again, but to Sirius, the smile looked dangerous, "he will go back- but not as Sirius Black, Potter's godfather, but as your little brother."

WHAT. THE. FUCK.

"My…brother?", Aurelius sounded openly disgusted now, "how does that help me? No one would ever believe…"

"Oh, they will believe it- a simple deaging spell and Sirius Black is no more- instead, he will be Scipius Lemarc, and he will start at Hogwarts with you on Monday. I will turn him into his thirteen year old self, and he will be in Gryffindor with you- you can give each other alibi's and it will be less suspicious that you suddenly start by yourself at Hogwarts if you have your darling little brother with you."

He could not help it, he had to scream, "MMHHH! MMHH!"

You are crazy, you insane bastard, I will never agree with that! Never!

Gryffindor carelessly took out the whip, "I know he is not very disciplined yet- but don't worry, on Monday he won't even think of disobeying ever again", he let the whip circle through the air, and then it came down hard on Sirius' arm.

"MHHHH! MMMHHH!"

"Hurts, doesn't it?", Gryffindor was looking at him without sympathy, "I can do much worse things to you if you keep disrespecting me, do you understand me?"

Sirius stared on the floor, forcing back the tears. His arm was in blinding pain, but he would not give that bastard the satisfaction of…

Another strike, this time, on the other arm.

"MMMMHH!"

"I said do you understand me?"

He was not able to hold back the tears any longer when he nodded frantically, hating himself for his weakness.

"Perfect. I think it is time for the spell then- this will be quite painful, and it will take a while- but in the end, you will be thirteen years old again- and if you want me to ever transform you back, you will listen to everything I say, otherwise, I will simply keep letting you run around as a child, understand?"

Another nod, and this time, Sirius was whimpering.

"What a wimp- I still don't see how he is going to help me", Aurelius said, the disgust still plain in his voice, "why don't we just lock him up in the dungeons until we get what we need from Dumbledore and Potter?"

Gryffindor sighed, "just trust me, Aurelius- he will help. He is going to be a very good boy for you, right Sirius?"

He was carefully raking through his hair now and Sirius nodded and nodded and nodded again, the fear making his stomach clench.

This is crazy…please…please don't…

"Let's get this over with then", Gryffindor calmly took out his wand, and Sirius could not help it, the pure panic made him struggle as hard as he could now, desperation in his eyes, "MMMMHH! MHMHMH!"

"I think he is saying: I rather spend the next months in the dungeon", Aurelius commented smugly and Sirius would have loved to punch him in the face for that comment alone.

"Well, it is too bad he is not making the decisions here", Gryffindor responded, completely unmoved by Sirius' panic, "Stop struggling, Sirius- behave. The spell will hurt you more if you struggle."

Noooo! No, please, don't do this to me! Don't!

But again, his words just came out as muffled groans, and he could not do anything but whimper when Gryffindor pointed his wand directly at him and started to mumble an old spell, which soon made him scream in agony.

He did not know how long he had screamed for, but at some point, darkness surrounded him, and he fell unconscious, while still being tied and gagged.

"Mylord? Mylord? The Death Eaters are here!", Pettigrew knocked on the door again, more impatient this time, "Mylord, the meeting!"

Again, there was no response, and even though he usually did not dare to walk into his Lord's bedroom without permission, the anger and frustration made him open the door seconds later- and he found the room empty.

Furiously, he slammed the door behind him and made his way down the stairs, now he had to tell the Death Eaters their Lord was nowhere to be found- and he already knew what that meant for him!

He was so furious that he was barely looking where he was going, which made him run into Dimmy the house elf on the stairs, and even though it had clearly been his fault, it never occurred to Peter to apologize.

"Watch out, elf!", he hissed at Dimmy, "you useless creature!"

"Dimmy is very sorry", the elf stammered, "is…Mr. Pettigrew looking for the Lord?"

"It is none of your business what or whom I am looking for!", Pettigrew almost yelled at him, glad to have found someone who had to endure his anger and could not fight back, "do you know where the Lord is, elf?"

"The…Lord got up around 3 in the morning, he ate some cake and sausages for breakfast and then he went riding, the Lord said he was going to ride to the coast."

"The coast?", Peter repeated, his face glowing with fury, "it takes at least a day to get to the coast! And you creatures just let him go? Useless, all of you!", he stormed off, and went to the meeting hall to tell the Death Eaters their Lord was on a secret mission.

As expected, the Death Eaters did not respond very kindly to being left waiting, obviously, they blamed Wormtail, and Bellatrix Lestrange gladly took the opportunity to Crucio him over and over again, until they finally decided it was enough.

By the time they had left, Peter was a drooling, bleeding puddle on the floor, sliding in and out of consciousness, hating his Master more than ever.

Voldemort on the other hand did not know about Pettigrew's feelings towards him, and even if he would have known, it would not have affected him much.

He had lied to Dimmy when he had told him he was riding to the coast- instead, he was finally getting closer to revealing Gryffindor's secret- the true reason why the Founders had suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

They had told everyone they had come to bring peace- peace between Gryffindor and Slytherin, and peace in the wizarding world.

"So much for the peace, Gryffindor", he said to himself while he was spurring Thunder, "you don't want peace- you just want power."

"Harry, I have been looking for you", Gryffindor was smiling when Harry turned around immediately to face him, "I need to talk to you."

Harry managed a small smile, "sure, how can I help you?"

Gryffindor came closer and sat next to him at the table, "doing your homework?"

Harry nodded, "I have to finish this assignment for Snape…eh…Professor Snape", he blushed, "and it is due tomorrow."

"I see- well, this is not going to take long, but it is important. It is about…Sirius."

"Sirius?", Harry's smile turned sad, "I have been looking for him all morning, do you know where he is?"

"I do, actually", Godric replied, clearing his throat, "he…came to me late last night, and he was a mess- he told me you had an argument, and that he…hurt you. He was drunk, almost to the point where he was incoherent, so I let him sleep it all off in my guest room."

"That…is very nice of you, thank you", Harry sounded grateful, and Gryffindor smiled. This was far too easy…

"Now, this morning, we had a conversation- and we both agreed that it would be best if Sirius would work on his problems for a while."

"His…problems?"

"He is clearly having issues with alcohol", Gryffindor answered calmly, "and there is a very good facility that can help- it is quite expensive, but I decided to cover the cost for him while he stays there."

"Like…a rehabilitation center?"

"Yes, exactly like that- he will get the help he needs there. It is very secluded and has very high security standards- he will be absolutely safe there."

"And…the cost…you don't need…I mean…"

"Don't worry about it- that is the least I can do for you and your godfather", Godric smiled broadly, "he will have to stay for about six months, and in the first three months, there is no contact from the outside allowed, so that the patients can really focus on themselves and their problems."

"That…makes sense", Harry mumbled, "I…we had some arguments lately, but…he is still my godfather, the only family I have that…", he took a deep breath, suddenly getting emotional.

"He is not the only family you have", Gryffindor responded quietly, "you have Lupin, you have your friends, Hermione and Ron, and you have me and Salazar and Dumbledore. Sirius will be fine, trust me- and three months will be over before you know it."

"I…guess", Harry sighed, "I mean…thank you. Thank you so much. I am sure Sirius must be very grateful that you decided to help him."

Gryffindor had to laugh, "oh, he is very grateful indeed", he winked at Harry, getting up, "I have to go- good luck with your assignment, Harry. Let me know if you need anything."

Harry nodded, smiling at him, and Gryffindor was still quietly laughing to himself when he left the library.

"I wish you could see how grateful your godfather really is", he mumbled to himself, "you would be in for a shock, Harry Potter."

Everything hurt.

Sirius groaned, the pain was radiating through his body, and when he tried to sit up, he had to vomit.

His vision was blurry, and he did not recognize where he was, but the pain was…unbearable.

He heard a door open, and steps coming closer, and he instantly prayed that it was not Gryffindor.

"Sirius? Can you hear me?", the voice sounded concerned, and friendly, and Sirius wanted to cry out with relief when he realized that it really was not Gryffindor.

"I…yeah…it hurts…so much…", his voice sounded different somehow, but he was in too much pain to think about it.

"I know- I have some potions here for you…drink those, that will make you feel better."

Salazar lifted something to his mouth, and he swallowed it without even thinking about it.

The pain subsided immediately, and Sirius took a deep breath, "tha…thanks."

"Let's get you cleaned up- the bathroom is right there; do you think you can walk by yourself?"

Sirius did not answer, he could not answer, he had made the mistake to look at his body, and what he saw made him freeze in shock.

"Sirius?"

He was a child. He was really a child again, this had not been some cruel joke by Gryffindor, he had really truly transformed him into a boy, and now he looked like twelve or thirteen.

A sob escaped his throat, and next thing he knew, he was crying, "this…no…he can't…I don't…make it go! Make that go! I…don't want this!"

"Come here, Sirius…shsh…calm down…", Salazar carefully pulled him into a hug, even though his oversized clothes were covered in sweat and vomit, "it will be okay…I promise you…"

"No, no it won't! I…I can't live like this! I want my life back! I want…myself back!"

Salazar smiled sadly, "you will get your life back- after you helped us out a little. It won't take long, I promise you."

"I don't want to help you!", he was screaming now, tears streaming down his cheeks, "I…I hate you! All of you! You…are criminals, you kidnapped me! I will tell Dumbledore, I will…"

"No one will believe you, Sirius- everyone thinks you are in some kind of facility to treat your alcohol addiction. And we put a spell on your face, so the people at Hogwarts who knew you as a child will not recognize you."

"You…are sick, this is crazy!", he was still screaming, and because there was nothing else to throw, he grabbed a pillow and threw it at the Founder, "I will make you pay for this; you will see!", he went to grab another pillow, but a hand on his arm was stopping him- a hand that was not Salazar's.

"You are screaming loud enough for me to hear you- and my room is at the end of the floor", Aurelius hissed, his eyes blasting with anger, "stop your temper tantrum right now- I am trying to study."

"You can't tell me what to do, you arrogant pr…"

Next thing he knew, Aurelius had grabbed him, turned him around and delivered two hard swats to his backside, "I can and I will tell you what to do, little brother- and first thing you are doing is to take a shower and dress in some appropriate clothes. I am not going to be ashamed of you next week, understand?"

"Fuck you!"

That clearly had been the wrong thing to say because Aurelius' face darkened, "fine. Have it your way then, Scipius", he was dragging him off the bed and now and Sirius yelped in pain, "stop! Stop, you are hurting me!"

"I sure hope so", Aurelius replied in such a cruel tone that Sirius fell silent, and he did not resist much when Aurelius dragged him into the bathroom, "time for a shower, Scipius."

"That's not my name, you…"

He howled in agony when Aurelius gave him another hard smack on his backside, "that is the only name you will be called from now on- better get used to it. Get in the shower. Now."

"I…need to take off my cloth…"

"The only thing you need to do is obey me, Scipius. Get. In. the. Shower."

Sirius sobbed, but he did not dare to argue back again, so he slowly climbed into the shower, fully dressed.

"You will stand still now- do not move. I repeat: Do. Not. Move."

Aurelius turned on the water, and Sirius immediately started to scream, "it's cold! It's too cold!", he was trying to get away from the ice cold water, but Aurelius grabbed him again, and, being a lot stronger than he was, pushed him right back under the stream, "didn't I tell you not to move? That's two extra minutes for you, Scipius."

"You…you fucking asshole, it's cold!"

"That's another minute- I can do this all day, Scipius", he was grinning at him now, "next time when I tell you to take a shower, you better run to the bathroom as fast as you can- or you will get a shower like this again- understand, little brother?"

Sirius wanted nothing more than to punch the other boy, but the water was so cold…so damn cold…

"Ye…yes…", his teeth were chattering, and he was shivering so much he knew he would have fallen over if Aurelius was not holding him, "I…ple…ase…so…colllddd…"

"Apologize and I let you out", Aurelius replied unmoved, "otherwise, you have four more minutes."

You bastard, you fucking sick bastard…

"I…mmmm….soo…rrryy…ple…assssssseee…"

"You learn fast, Scipius", Aurelius was still grinning when he turned the water off, "get out. I will get you some clothes to wear- here", he handed him a big fluffy towel, "dry yourself off, you are wetting the floor."

Sirius took the towel without a comment, he closed his eyes when he undressed himself, he did not want to look at his body, the body he had been forced into, and when Aurelius handed him a suit and dress shirt, he put the clothes on hastily, even though he had always hated formal clothing.

"Good boy", Aurelius' voice was full of sarcasm, "now, I still have to study- come with me, time for another obedience lesson."

Sirius bit his lips, where the hell was Salazar? Why did he let him endure all of this?

This is a nightmare.

He followed Aurelius to his room, and for the first time, he realized that there must be in some kind of Manor- the hallway was huge, and impressively furnished with old paintings and rugs on the floor.

"Where are…"

Aurelius turned around immediately, "your first lesson- you will only speak when spoken to, understand?"

Fucking sadist.

"Yeah, understand", he hissed, not bothering to hide the sneer from his voice.

This is getting too much.

Aurelius made some disapproving noise, "no, not like that- you will say: Yes, Aurelius, I understand. Now, let's try this again- what do you say?"

Sirius thought at that moment that he had never even hated Snivellus this much, and the anger was bubbling inside him again, and Aurelius saw it because he grabbed him once more, "behave, Scipius…if you think a cold shower is bad, I can do much worse than that", he said, his voice low and dangerous, "come on now- stop making this harder for yourself."

He wanted to say something, he wanted to scream at Aurelius, to demand to transform him back, to let him go- but instead, he found himself following the other boy to his study, and as soon as they got there, Aurelius threw himself in the chair behind his desk and pointed at the corner, "while I am working, you are going to practice being absolutely silent- you will stand in the corner, facing the wall like a good boy and you will not make any noise. If you do, I will have to punish you again."

"I feel like you enjoy punishing me", the words had left his mouth before he could stop them, and Aurelius snorted, "quite full of yourself, aren't you, Scipius? Remember, this is my father's plan, not mine- if I had a say, you would sit in the dungeons now, and I would not have to waste my time disciplining you, so you don't end up embarrassing me in Hogwarts."

"I would rather sit in the dungeons than spending another second around you", Sirius hissed, and now, Aurelius laughed, "I figured. Well, if you show my father the same attitude you are showing me, he might change his mind- but then unfortunately, he will never transform you back, and I highly doubt someone like Lupin is able to cast that spell for you, it takes decades of experience."

Sirius closed his eyes, blinking back tears, "so…I am screwed then", he said, bitterness in his voice.

"Azkaban would be worse."

"I have been there- and no, it would not."

Aurelius pointed at the corner, "come on, corner time for naughty little boys", he smiled when he saw Sirius balling his fists in impotent fury, "must be difficult for you, I know- but I will not be embarrassed by you in Hogwarts, and if you dare to tell anyone the truth about yourself, I will personally make sure you stay thirteen years old forever. Understand?"

Sirius took a deep breath, and, because he still wanted to kill Aurelius, he took another one, and then he said through clenched teeth, "yes, Aurelius, I understand", and then, he walked into the corner, and he was staring at the wall, and his vision suddenly became blurry again, and it took him some time to realize that it was because he was silently crying.

"Wormtail, what the hell is the matter? I am busy!"

Peter winced like he had been hit, "I…I just wanted to check on you, Mylord and…"

"Check on me?", he repeated, his face immediately an expression of pure fury, "who the hell do you think you are? I don't need anyone to check on me, especially not some lowlife like you!"

Pettigrew's eyes started to burn; he should have known better- his Lord always lost it when he even hinted at trying to do something even remotely parental. Being called a lowlife by a spoiled teenager was certainly a new low though, and he did not appreciate the name, not at all.

"I…am sorry, Mylord", he forced himself to say, "it won't happen again."

"Damn right it won't! Sectumsempra!"

Pettigrew howled in pain when deep cuts started slashing into his face, and he felt the blood gushing out, and he fell to his knees, begging, "please…plea…seeeee…"

"Stop your whining, how old are you?", Voldemort was staring at him, a disgusted look on his face, "get up. You wasted enough of my time, just now, when I am finally ready to expose that liar of a Gryffindor!"

Peter felt his pain subside at this new, very unexpected information, and cunning as he was, he knew he needed to get into his Lord's good books again to get the info he wanted.

"I always knew Gryffindor was a liar", he claimed, "how...genius of you to convict him, Mylord!"

Voldemort was frowning now, clearly not believing his little act, but on the other side, his ego could always use a little boost, "I know what Gryffindor and Slytherin are really doing here", he began, smugness in his voice, "and I will make sure the whole wizarding world will know it, too!"

Pettigrew was unable to control his curiosity any longer, "Mylord…what are they doing here? And how will you expose them?"

"Curious, aren't you?", now his voice was mocking him, "you will have to wait, just like everyone else- I first have to figure out how to get my information to the Daily Prophet- and then, I will enjoy watching those Founders go down", he laughed triumphantly, "and then, everyone will be so grateful to me, the Dark Lord- they will stop chasing me like I am a damn dog, and with the Founders defeated, it will be easy to finally take over the Ministry and get rid of that clown Fudge. Being the Minister of Magic is only good for one thing- I will be the judge in the trial against those fraudulent Founders."

Peter's heart started to beat faster with excitement, finally, finally the Lord had come to his senses! A trial against the Founders, taking over the Ministry…this was music in his ears.

"And then we will take over Hogwarts", he went on, his eyes gleaming, "we will kill Dumbledore, we will kill Potter, and the mudbloods, and we will…"

Voldemort snorted, "take over Hogwarts? Why do I care about Hogwarts? I just want to be the Minister til after the trial, and then I will quit."

"Quit?", Pettigrew repeated, not realizing how shrill his voice suddenly was, "but…the Death Eaters…what…"

He yawned, "they can keep doing their little robberies for all I care- I want to expose those Founders, and I want to go horseback riding tomorrow, and…it's late, so…", he pointed at the door and Wormtail thought he was going to suffocate with rage and humiliation.

His Lord did not care about the Death Eaters or him, he did not care about anything but his own little schemes and his damn horses, and his damn cake…this was too much. He had to do something.

"Good night, Mylord", his voice was stiff, but Voldemort did not even seem to notice, and he stormed through the hallway, down the stairs, and he ran outside into the park, he had never needed some fresh air more than now.

The chilly breeze outside did help- he calmed down almost immediately, and when he felt his head was clear enough again to think, he started to make a plan.

Why should he help his Lord become famous for exposing the Founders? Why should he do anything for that boy anymore? A boy who had mocked him, tortured him, called him names, degraded him…and just now, basically told him that he could care less about him.

It was time to let the world see that he, Peter Pettigrew, was someone, too! He was not a lowlife, he was smart, and he deserved some damn respect!

"I'll make you respect me", he mumbled to himself, an evil glint in his eyes. He knew what he was going to do- it was risky, and he probably would end up in Azkaban, but he was so far gone now with his hatred that he did not care.

He would sneak into Hogwarts, track down Godric Gryffindor, and then he would tell him about his Lord's plan- and where to find him.

yeah...peter is gonna rat tom out to gryffindor...and sirius will have to suffer more, too.

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