Hey you all! :D It's me back with Thomas story number 9! :)
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Just a few things beforehand: This story will have 20 chapters, and the first 10 chapters will simply be titled Week 1, Week 2, Week 3... etc. for a chapter title. I promise it will make sense once you start reading the story ;) it's set in Harry's fourth year, but there is no Triwizard Tournament, so Cedric is still alive. Lupin is Defense teacher again. I also have an OC in this story again, his name is Aurelius and he is Godric's and Salazar's oldest son.
Hope you like the start of this ;)
Happy Easter to you all!
His new home was cold.
Actually, it was freezing, but he was trying to be positive here. Looking around the small cell he had locked him into, there really was not much to be positive about, though.
The cell had one tiny window with strong bars in front of it, but no glass- meaning he would have no protection against the rain or the cold. The bed was a pile of hay on the hard floor, and the rusty sink looked as shabby as the toilet, and then there was a table that seemed to be held together by one nail only, and a single chair, fitting perfectly into the rest of the worn out, dirty and cheap furniture.
He turned the sink on, but even after letting the water run for several minutes, it never turned warm.
Cold water only then- matches the temperature in here.
The walls were made out of stone, nothing to see there, and the door to his cell was made out of metal bars, which allowed him to see into the hallway- not that there was anything else to see than more stone walls.
The window was too high up to see anything, but when he climbed onto the chair, he managed to get a glimpse of the sky.
At least I get to see something.
They had stripped him off his fancy clothes earlier, leaving him with the ugly, itchy prison uniform- grey underwear, grey socks, grey sweatpants, and a grey hoodie.
He could only imagine how he looked like since he had no mirror to see himself. They had given him shoes, too, and he was surprised to see that they were black, and not grey.
Maybe they ran out of grey shoes?
He got fed three times a day: Breakfast was at eight am, lunch at noon, and dinner at seven pm. Tea time did not exist here, which wasn't all that surprising. The food got served by house elves, but they never entered his cell- no one ever did- they simply pushed the tray through a small opening in his door, which got locked right away after he took the tray out.
The food was bland, slimy, and pretty much inedible- and he only got water to drink, nothing else. No juice, tea, coffee, or butterbeer- nothing but water, which tasted suspiciously like the water from the tap.
He was the only one in this part of the prison, which meant he never got to see or hear any other prisoner, or a ward, or anyone- and the house elves never said a word to him, and he guessed they had been given instructions not to talk to him.
He had tried, of course- but all he was met with was silence.
Silence.
All day and all night.
The day started like every other day: He got up, stretched, his neck and shoulders sore from laying on the hay, and then he went over to the door to get his breakfast tray. Today it was some porridge that looked like vomit, a toast that was burned, an apple with moldy spots on it, and the usual glass of water, served ice cold.
Tom carefully removed the moldy parts from the apple along with the parts of the toast that were black, and then he forced himself to eat the porridge, which tasted as horrible as it looked. He would wait until the water was not icy anymore, covering it with hay to defrost it a little.
After he ate, he brushed his teeth with the toothbrush they had given him- it was grey, what else- and the toothpaste- which was not grey of course, but white- and he also had two grey towels, they looked more like rags, but they were enough to clean his face with water and the bar of soap they had also given him. He did not have a comb, so his hair had to stay tousled, but he did try to get it somehow organized with water even though it only helped a little bit.
He got dressed in the uniform, a clean one that appeared every day at exactly six am- or so he was guessing- so he was able to put his grey pajamas on the floor, knowing the elf who brought the lunch would take it with him. Until then, he used the pajamas as extra comfort for his bed and to warm up the water.
The hours until lunch were dull- he went to the bathroom, washed his hands, stared into the sky, drank some water, took a nap, stared into the sky some more, and then snuggled into his bed, thinking.
He loved to think, to imagine stuff, his mind was the only thing not locked in, so he was free to dream of anything and anyone, and since he always had had a vivid imagination, daydreaming was the only joy he had left now.
An elf showed up at noon with his lunch, a mushy mix out of overcooked carrots, gravy, foul smelling potatoes and another glass of ice water, and he hummed to himself while he ate, breaking the silence around him.
After lunch, he daydreamed some more, tried to repair the table, went to the bathroom, stared into the sky which was turning dark eventually, and then he started counting the hay strings, but he got bored by that fairly quickly.
The hours between lunch and dinner were the worst- there was absolutely nothing to do, he only had his own mind to entertain himself, so he started to hum again, and then he quietly sang every song he could think of- there weren't many- and then he did some push-ups, trying to tire out his body so he could sleep later.
It was sometime in the afternoon when he suddenly heard footsteps in the hallway.
Dinner, already?
He stood up, frowning, and the footsteps were coming closer, and he realized that they were too heavy to be coming from an elf- they sounded loud, almost demanding, and definitely more confident than any elf he had ever met.
Seconds later, a man appeared in front of the bars- he was tall and good looking, with high cheekbones, long, curly brown hair that looked almost like bronze in the light, and eyes, sparkling eyes out of amber. He was dressed expensively in dark blue robes and a coat out of cashmere and some kind of fur that he did not recognize.
Probably mink- he seems to be just the type for that.
They stared at each other for a couple of seconds, and Tom felt a flush of annoyance when he had to blink first.
"Thomas…", it was only one word, but it carried a ton of disapproval and contempt, "you know why I am here, I assume?"
"To have tea with me?", it sounded sarcastic.
Gryffindor curled his lips in obvious disgust, "one week…and you are still just as obstinate as you were before. Maybe they are feeding you too much here."
Tom had no problem identifying the underlining threat in Gryffindor's words, and he bit his lips.
"So you are going to starve me now? How…creative."
"I don't have to if you finally tell me what I want to hear", Gryffindor sounded completely casual, "I want answers, Thomas."
He turned his head, "my answer is still the same."
There was a silence, and eventually, Gryffindor let out a disbelieving laugh, "you are willing to spend the rest of your life in here just to hold on to your pride, Thomas?"
He did not respond.
Gryffindor stepped closer, entering his cell like it was nothing, "tell me then- does your pride keep you warm at night, Thomas? Does your pride provide you with tasty food, comfortable clothes, and things to entertain yourself with? Does it?"
"I've got nothing to say to you", his voice was hollow, "you might as well just leave."
They were staring at each other again, and this time, Gryffindor seemed furious, "very well then- I will see you next week, and I daresay you will have changed your mind by then. A week can be long, Thomas."
The boy swallowed, "you can't…force me to tell you anything, Gryffindor."
The blow to his face was quick and hard, "that's Sir to you, boy", the Founder snarled, contempt in his voice, "you will show me respect, Thomas, or I will make you."
His left cheek was burning, stinging with pain, "you've done nothing to earn my respect, Gryffindor", he hissed, and then Gryffindor hit him again, on the same cheek, and he stifled a sob, raising his hands to protect his face, but the Founder grabbed them easily, pushing them down, and then he slapped him once more, "do you really think I am letting a boy, a teenager, play games with me? You better have answers for me by next week, boy."
I'm not a boy!
His eyes were turning red with rage, and he had to stop himself from hitting the Founder back, but he knew he was no match for the man.
"Go to hell, Gryffindor."
The Founder just smiled, but there was no friendliness in his smile, "looks like you will be going there first, Thomas. Have a good night", and then he turned around and left, leaving Tom to stare after him in helpless anger, his whole body trembling.
It did not come to a surprise to him that he did not get any dinner that night.
"Does anyone have any questions?"
Aurelius smiled when his teammates were shaking their heads, "great. That would be it for today then. I'll see you…"
"Sorry I'm late!", someone blurted out, gasping, and Aurelius did not even need to turn around to know who that someone was.
He curled his lips in annoyance, which always made him look just like Godric Gryffindor- his father.
"You are not only late, Black, you missed the entire meeting", he enunciated each word, "remind me again why you are still on the team?"
The boy just grinned, "cause I am awesome and the best Keeper you ever had?"
Aurelius snorted, "hardly. Everyone is replaceable, even you, Black."
The boy stopped grinning and he balled his hands into fists, and then the familiar glance of defiance appeared in his eyes, the one Aurelius could not stand, "is there any reason why you missed the meeting, Sirius?", he asked in a sharp tone, aware that everyone else from the Gryffindor Quidditch team was still there and listening, "let me guess- you were too busy combing your hair, right?"
Some of the others laughed, and Sirius flushed with shame. He knew all too well that his hair was always a mess- but even though he tried to comb it, it never seemed to want to stay in place.
"I…I just forgot the time", he eventually mumbled, "sure that happened to you before."
"It has not", Aurelius' tone was still sharp, "and you know why? Because I am able to read the clock."
More laughter, and Sirius turned even more red, but this time, it was out of anger, "I freakin' apologized, what else do you want? It was a mistake, that's what happens to regular people like me sometimes."
The laughter abruptly stopped and Sirius knew he had taken it too far when he saw the look on Aurelius' face.
Shit.
"I am disqualifying you from the game against Ravenclaw on Thursday", Aurelius told him, his voice cold, "you are going to sit on the bench and think about how to address your team captain, and if I am not seeing an improvement in your attitude soon, you won't be playing again for a very long time. Do you understand me, Sirius?"
His voice had gotten even colder at the end, and Sirius knew better than to keep angering him, "yes…yes, I understand", he said quietly, hanging his head.
"Very well then- Henry, that means you are going to be Keeper on Thursday."
Henry, a blonde, ambitious second grader, beamed, "thank you, Aurelius! I…I won't disappoint you!", he was staring at the older boy in awe, and Sirius had to swallow when Aurelius smiled right back at the boy, "I know you won't. You will do great."
You will do great.
What he would give to have Aurelius say those words to him- but he never did, and he never would.
Sirius forced back the tears, his hands were still balled into fists. This was so unfair, he had not meant to forget the meeting, and now he was not allowed to play against Ravenclaw, even though he had been practicing like crazy for this game for several weeks.
"Meeting's over", Aurelius announced, and Sirius immediately turned for the door, not wanting to see stupid Henry drooling more after Aurelius.
I hate all this!
He decided to go and find Remus to complain, his best friend and guardian always found ways to cheer him up, and right now, that was exactly what he needed.
He found the werewolf in his office, he was teaching Defense again this year, and the students loved him and his lessons, much to the annoyance of Severus Snape, the Potion Master.
Remus smiled at him when he entered, "hey there, how was your meeting? Are you excited for the game on Thursday?"
Damn, he remembered?
"The meeting…went well", he lied, "but…uhm…I am not playing."
Remus frowned, "why not? I was looking forward cheering you on, Sirius."
"I…I am letting Henry play", Sirius blurted out, "he…he's always so disappointed cause I am so much better than him, and Ravenclaw is not that strong, so I thought…"
"That is very kind of you, Sirius", Remus sounded proud, "letting Henry play instead of you- that shows real team spirit."
Sirius forced himself to smile, "yeah, I guess. I just think he deserves it, he's been practicing so hard."
"You are such a good boy, Sirius."
Sirius bit his lips, he knew he was not- but Remus did not know the real him, the real Sirius Black- the one who lazed around in class, played pranks on Snape, overslept and forgot meetings. He kept that part carefully hidden from his guardian, and whenever Snape complained to Remus about him, he made sure to have a good excuse ready.
And Remus, delighted to have the chance to offer his best friend a happy childhood, believed every lie he told him. He spoiled him rotten, and Sirius accepted that as normal, never thanking the Lupin for it. He had been grateful when Remus had offered to take him in after he had deaged himself to his eleven year old self to hide from the Ministry, and now that Voldemort was not a threat anymore, he had decided to enjoy life a bit and stay a kid for a while- it was nice not to stress about adult stuff.
"There's…a Hogsmeade weekend coming up", he eventually told Remus, eager to change the subject, and the werewolf nodded, "I've heard- but you are not a third grader yet, Sirius."
He had to stop himself from rolling his eyes, Remus could be such a spoilsport sometimes, "can't you make an exception for me? We could go together, that would be fun!"
The Lupin gave him a small smile, "it would be- but it's against the rules, Sirius. You would have to get permission from your Prefect first."
"From…my Prefect?"
Oh hell no!
"Yes- that's Aurelius, right? I am sure he would approve, he's such a nice boy."
You have no idea.
Sirius knew very well that Aurelius would not approve- but he did not need Remus to know that, "yeah, I'll ask him tonight in the Common Room", he lied, it had gotten easy to lie to Remus since the werewolf never questioned anything he told him, "that won't be a problem."
"Great. I'm looking forward to it- we'll go to Honeydukes, and you can buy whatever you want", Remus promised him, "and then we will have some lunch together, how does that sound?"
"Sounds awesome!", Sirius was grinning again, buying whatever he wanted at Honeydukes was a dream come true, "I gotta go, I'll see you later, Remus!"
The Lupin responded something, but Sirius had already left, happily thinking about all the candy he would buy at the store. He ran back to the Common Room, eager to tell his friend Simeon, who was just as much in awe of him as Remus was. Simeon was quite plain and had no special talent, and since he was not a good student either or had money, no one in first grade had really bothered to befriend him. Sirius had always loved an audience though, so he had become Simeon's best- and only- friend, loving to brag to the boy about what Remus allowed him to do and how he had pranked Snape again.
He found Simeon standing by a group of loudly talking first graders, and he was looking forlorn, trying hard to be part of the conversation, but the others just ignored him as they usually did.
They all looked up when Sirius came closer though. Sirius was popular for being the class prankster, and even though the other first graders did not like losing House Points, they did like how Sirius managed to anger Snape.
"Hey, I heard you are not playing Thursday?", a tall boy called Caspian asked him, "Henry is telling everyone he is playing instead of you."
Sirius snorted, "yeah- just Aurelius being an asshole again", he replied, "I was just a little late- but you know how he gets. Went all crazy and stuff", he did not realize the first graders seemed uncomfortable with his words, so he kept talking, "I am the best Keeper, so its own stupidity for…"
"Stupidity?", the voice behind him was pure ice, "well, if I rather have a Keeper who is punctual, trustworthy, and respectful than one who is nothing but a disorganized, rude brat than I guess you can call me stupid for that, Black."
Sirius swallowed hard, not daring to turn around to face the older boy, but Aurelius did not give him much of a chance.
"Eyes up when I am talking to you", he ordered, and Sirius trembled, obeying instantly.
Aurelius' eyes were dark, and his expression hard, "go find yourself a corner, Sirius Black. I've had enough of you for today."
I've had enough of you for today.
He blinked back the tears, "please, I…I am sorry, I did not know you…"
"Did not know I was listening to you calling me names? How rude of me to interrupt you, right?", and now his voice was as sharp as a knife, and Sirius winced, "I…I did not…I was not…"
"Corner. Right now, or I am not letting you play for the rest of the season, Sirius."
Sirius stifled a sob, aware that everyone in the Common Room was watching them- it was rare that a Prefect had to punish someone like this, and it made him hate Aurelius even more. He was just grateful Harry and the other fourth graders were not here- they had dance lessons this year, and the lessons were always late in the evening.
He slowly walked over to a corner, his whole face burning with mortification, and then he faced the wall, standing quietly, and then he heard the others whispering behind his back, and he balled his hands into fists.
You'll pay for this, Aurelius!
The fifteen year old made him stand in the corner the whole evening until it was finally time for dinner, and he did not say anything until everyone else in the Common Room had left.
"You may come here now, Sirius Black", he sounded casual, and Sirius wanted nothing more than to spit down right in front of him, but he controlled himself.
Aurelius looked at him, "anything you want to tell me, Sirius?"
Yeah- you are a piece of shit.
"Sorry for calling you…stupid", he forced himself to say, "and for…being…rude."
Aurelius gave him another look, more thoughtful this time, "I really wish I knew what goes on in that head of yours", he eventually said.
No, you don't.
"Can…I go now? I'm starving", he said through clenched teeth, and Aurelius sighed, "yes, you may go."
Sirius did not waste another second, he stormed off, feeling angry, humiliated, and miserable. He had been so proud when the team had voted for him to become Keeper, and he had secretly hoped to impress Aurelius, but he was nothing but a nuisance to the older boy, and somehow, everything always went wrong.
He quickly ate his dinner, grateful that no one mentioned his punishment, and then he went to the dorms, Simeon following him like a lost puppy.
"Did you…finish the essay for Potions, Sirius?", the small boy asked, wanting to distract his friend, "it was easy, don't you think?"
"What essay?", Sirius absently asked, "I didn't do any essay."
Simeon looked uncomfortable, "the…essay about the healing potion we talked about in class last week", he finally replied, "it's…part of our term grade. Half of it, actually."
Sirius groaned. He had forgotten his homework too many times for Snape already, and he knew the Potions Master would lose it if he showed up with another undone essay, "shit. I forgot. I'll just…do it tonight."
"Tonight?", Simeon sounded aghast, "it will take you hours to do the research, and then you have to…"
"Not if I copy yours", Sirius interrupted him, "didn't Snape say we can work in groups? You'll let me have yours, right?"
Simeon swallowed, but nodded, "of…of course", he did not sound happy though, Sirius constantly borrowed his homework, and he secretly thought it was unfair that he had to work for hours while the other boy just copied everything. He would never tell Sirius that, though, too excited and proud to have finally found a best friend.
"Thanks. You are a true friend, Simeon!", Sirius told him, grinning, and Simeon beamed, forgetting his thoughts- he had a friend, that was all that mattered.
Soon later, the other boys entered the dorm, and an hour later, everyone was sleeping peacefully- everyone except Sirius.
The boy silently climbed out of his bed, and then he walked over to the small table they all shared, and took out some paper and Simeon's work. He started to scribble hastily, not caring to write neatly, and he yawned, almost knocking over his candle.
What a waste of time.
Sirius had never understood the pleasure and satisfaction one can get from working hard, he just wanted to have fun, not study.
He kept copying, his letters getting more sloppy the later it got, and he was so engrossed in his work that he did not even hear the door open.
Someone quietly came closer, and Sirius, who was still unaware of the danger he was in, yawned again, decorating the page with an ink blot.
"Care to explain what you are doing here, Sirius?"
Aurelius.
Shit, shit, shit!
lol...poor sirius :D there will be spanking in the next chap, no surprise there ;)
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