Rating here is most definitely PG13 for some quite severe language. We're
gonna get into gore and violence later, I don't know how bad it's gonna
get.
Sirius Black
Yes, I remember exactly where I was and what I was doing when I got the two owls. One was Hermione's, the other Dumbledore's. I read the latter first, and didn't actually read Hermione's for quite a while after that. I had been sitting by the fire in my hiding place. Remus had found it for me, and it was actually quite comfortable - a cabin in the woods, abandoned, but still fairly sturdy, if cold at night.
Cold. It was always cold. Hermione's letter chilled me. There were blotches where she had cried. I'm alone now, she said. I'm sorry. He said not to go after him - Ron, I mean.
I don't know what I thought. I was getting ready to go after Harry, of course, but we had no idea. Remus and I got together, trying to think. We tried to track a Death Eater. Lucius Malfoy - he was at home. We tried Goyle - home. Crabbe - Nott - Avery - MacNair - home, home, home.not home. Knockturn Alley.
We left immediately.
Remus Lupin
Harry. Ron.
Whether they knew it or not, they were almost in equal danger. If they caught Ron, they would kill him, no questions asked. They weren't going to kill Harry.
.yet.
They would kill him damn soon if Sirius and I didn't get to work. MacNair was in Knockturn Alley, according to our trackers, which meant that he didn't have Harry - he would have sheilded himself.
I though Sirius would have sensed this immediately, but I guess he didn't.
We Apperated, Sirius in dog form, of course, to as close to MacNair's position as we could get. I had donned newer robes - Knockturn Alley might be shabby, but that didn't mean that shabby-looking people weren't scorned there. It was people like Lucius Malfoy that were left well enough alone.
At Sirius' suggestion - I was surprised he could think of it - I also used an Anti-Aging Potion. It would make me stand out somewhat, but the outfit I had put on - which included a 'stylish' hat, Sirius had told me a week ago, 'stylish!', and a pair of shade glasses - would make me seem young and fairly well off and 'sort of punky'. Sirius was odd sometimes.
I, as a werewolf, would have been instantly suspected of Dark behavior if I stepped foot into Knockturn Alley, so I had only been there once, about a month before Lily and James died, on business for Dumbledore. The difference startled me, but that's not what I was worried about at the moment. I paid more attention to my directions. There I was, looking like a well-off young man with an enormous snarling dog that wasn't on a leash. No one was going to screw with me.
I walked casually up to MacNair, who was standing and talking to someone. He turned around, sneering. "What do you want, you little piece of shit?" he asked, looking me up and down. Sirius growled low in his dog-throat. MacNair, looking disgusted but a bit afraid, shifted his gaze to Padfoot.
"Is this supposed to be some sort of a dog?"
"He happens to be a very distinguished dog with a reputation for getting violent. Now if you don't mind, you worm-ridden piece of filth, I'd like a private word. It's about business." This came out in a casual hiss. I knew better than to say the name Padfoot. Because of Peter, MacNair would know it.
"What kind of business?" MacNair asked, wrinkling his nose in disgust at what he clearly thought was a messanger. His precise imitation of the way I had said "business" did not make me any happier. Harry, stay calm for Harry, I said to myself. Do this right.
"I think you know what kind of business, you maggot. I think, you son of a bitch, you know exactly what kind of business I mean. Now get over there in the alley, you worthless asshole. It's about the boy."
MacNair's eyes widened both in surprise and indignation. He glanced at the man he had been speaking to, who was staring at Remus, wide-eyed, and did as he was told.
The alleyway - or rather, the very narrow space between two buildings - was quite private, and Remus could see more than one bloodstain on the brick walls. As soon as they were far enough back, Sirius moved so that MacNair was cornered, transformed, and grabbed the front of his robes in one swift motion, shoving him against the wall and driving the breath out of him. MacNair's eyes bulged, and he gasped, staring at Sirius in utter terror.
"Where's Harry, you worthless fuck, where the hell is my godson -"
"Sirius, stop!" Remus hissed, looking behind them at the near-empty street.
"Shut the fuck up, Remus, this fucking bastard is going to tell me where the hell Harry is or I'm going to tear his worthless throat out -"
MacNair was frozen. Sirius shoved him against the wall again, looking totally mad. "Fuck you, fuck you bastard, where the fuck is he, where is Harry, tell me right now -"
"Don't know, I don't know!" MacNair gasped, looking positively terrified.
"Don't lie, you goddamn - where is he? What have you done with him?"
"Avery - sent on a mission - don't know what it was. My Master - took him aside - dungeons - biggest - don't know - I don't know - I don't know -"
Sirius slammed him against the wall, letting him slide groaning to the ground. "Fuck!" he screamed, flinging his thin form against the wall. He, too, slid to the stones, head in his hands, sobbing.
Sirius Black
Yes, I remember exactly where I was and what I was doing when I got the two owls. One was Hermione's, the other Dumbledore's. I read the latter first, and didn't actually read Hermione's for quite a while after that. I had been sitting by the fire in my hiding place. Remus had found it for me, and it was actually quite comfortable - a cabin in the woods, abandoned, but still fairly sturdy, if cold at night.
Cold. It was always cold. Hermione's letter chilled me. There were blotches where she had cried. I'm alone now, she said. I'm sorry. He said not to go after him - Ron, I mean.
I don't know what I thought. I was getting ready to go after Harry, of course, but we had no idea. Remus and I got together, trying to think. We tried to track a Death Eater. Lucius Malfoy - he was at home. We tried Goyle - home. Crabbe - Nott - Avery - MacNair - home, home, home.not home. Knockturn Alley.
We left immediately.
Remus Lupin
Harry. Ron.
Whether they knew it or not, they were almost in equal danger. If they caught Ron, they would kill him, no questions asked. They weren't going to kill Harry.
.yet.
They would kill him damn soon if Sirius and I didn't get to work. MacNair was in Knockturn Alley, according to our trackers, which meant that he didn't have Harry - he would have sheilded himself.
I though Sirius would have sensed this immediately, but I guess he didn't.
We Apperated, Sirius in dog form, of course, to as close to MacNair's position as we could get. I had donned newer robes - Knockturn Alley might be shabby, but that didn't mean that shabby-looking people weren't scorned there. It was people like Lucius Malfoy that were left well enough alone.
At Sirius' suggestion - I was surprised he could think of it - I also used an Anti-Aging Potion. It would make me stand out somewhat, but the outfit I had put on - which included a 'stylish' hat, Sirius had told me a week ago, 'stylish!', and a pair of shade glasses - would make me seem young and fairly well off and 'sort of punky'. Sirius was odd sometimes.
I, as a werewolf, would have been instantly suspected of Dark behavior if I stepped foot into Knockturn Alley, so I had only been there once, about a month before Lily and James died, on business for Dumbledore. The difference startled me, but that's not what I was worried about at the moment. I paid more attention to my directions. There I was, looking like a well-off young man with an enormous snarling dog that wasn't on a leash. No one was going to screw with me.
I walked casually up to MacNair, who was standing and talking to someone. He turned around, sneering. "What do you want, you little piece of shit?" he asked, looking me up and down. Sirius growled low in his dog-throat. MacNair, looking disgusted but a bit afraid, shifted his gaze to Padfoot.
"Is this supposed to be some sort of a dog?"
"He happens to be a very distinguished dog with a reputation for getting violent. Now if you don't mind, you worm-ridden piece of filth, I'd like a private word. It's about business." This came out in a casual hiss. I knew better than to say the name Padfoot. Because of Peter, MacNair would know it.
"What kind of business?" MacNair asked, wrinkling his nose in disgust at what he clearly thought was a messanger. His precise imitation of the way I had said "business" did not make me any happier. Harry, stay calm for Harry, I said to myself. Do this right.
"I think you know what kind of business, you maggot. I think, you son of a bitch, you know exactly what kind of business I mean. Now get over there in the alley, you worthless asshole. It's about the boy."
MacNair's eyes widened both in surprise and indignation. He glanced at the man he had been speaking to, who was staring at Remus, wide-eyed, and did as he was told.
The alleyway - or rather, the very narrow space between two buildings - was quite private, and Remus could see more than one bloodstain on the brick walls. As soon as they were far enough back, Sirius moved so that MacNair was cornered, transformed, and grabbed the front of his robes in one swift motion, shoving him against the wall and driving the breath out of him. MacNair's eyes bulged, and he gasped, staring at Sirius in utter terror.
"Where's Harry, you worthless fuck, where the hell is my godson -"
"Sirius, stop!" Remus hissed, looking behind them at the near-empty street.
"Shut the fuck up, Remus, this fucking bastard is going to tell me where the hell Harry is or I'm going to tear his worthless throat out -"
MacNair was frozen. Sirius shoved him against the wall again, looking totally mad. "Fuck you, fuck you bastard, where the fuck is he, where is Harry, tell me right now -"
"Don't know, I don't know!" MacNair gasped, looking positively terrified.
"Don't lie, you goddamn - where is he? What have you done with him?"
"Avery - sent on a mission - don't know what it was. My Master - took him aside - dungeons - biggest - don't know - I don't know - I don't know -"
Sirius slammed him against the wall, letting him slide groaning to the ground. "Fuck!" he screamed, flinging his thin form against the wall. He, too, slid to the stones, head in his hands, sobbing.
