First Kill
Chapter 3 Surely Sirius
By WittchWay


"How the hell can he be fighting this?" Sirius growled saddling Harry's legs. Snape had his knee in Harry's chest, holding one flaring arm. Dumbledore held the other above Harry's body so as not to be bitten.

Dumbledore looked up at Snape and Sirius, "on three jump off and I'll hit him with something stronger."

One-two-three.

"Petrificus totalus, stupefy" Dumbledore shouted all at once combining the spells.

Harry slumped back to the floor, his eyes half open. Sirius dropped to his knees his godson looking wildly up at him, shaking and moaning. "What's wrong with him" Sirius whispered his hand hovering over the boy scared to touch him.

"Your brilliant godson blood bonded himself to Voldemort as loyal death eater, Black" Snape snapped.

Dumbledore knelt next to him. "Sirius," he said a little more kindly "There may be nothing we can do." Sirius started to protest, Dumbledore held up his hand, "for now we need to wait and see."

Harry wiggled where he lay, fighting to break the spells on him. Harry felt the mask burn into his skin. The call to go to his master was strong. He had to show his loyalty, his support. He had to do as his master bid. Surely his Godfather understood that. Surely he would release him from these binds.

Harry felt the strong magic of Dumbledore coarse through his body. His eyes fluttered feeling as if he had been drugged. He could feel small movement in his arms first, his will to serve his master was stronger then any spell. He had to be free. Harry grabbed hold of Sirius wrist as his godfather bent over him. Surely Sirius would help him.

"Damn it... he's able to fight this to." Sirius screeched prying Harry's cold fingers from his skin.

"Severus perhaps a sleeping potion."

Harry watched as Snape disappeared through the Floo system. Hands and arms held him down. His vision seemed cloudy. Why were they doing this? Surely Snape understood his loyalty as fellow Death Eater. He understood master would be mad. He had to get to the dark lord. They had to understand his master had a task for him.

Harry had a leg free from the bind by the time Snape returned. Sirius was sitting on both legs he was slowly loosing feeling in. Snape was currently kneeling next to him and was tilting his head back. Harry's mind raced why was Snape doing this? Why was he willing to follow Dumbledore's commands so easily?

"Traitor" Harry gritted out. Snape was a traitor. The potions master froze looking up to Dumbledore, the old with nodded for him to continue.

And soon a cool liquid poured down his throat burning his tongue. He felt his neck being rubbed to help the potion go down.

Harry instantly felt woozy


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Sometime late the next day Harry struggled to sit up. His arms and legs appeared to be tied down as well as his head. He could only turn his head a fraction of an inch in either direction. He could see the shadow of Sirius sitting next to him.

"Sirius" Harry croaked out his voice rasping as if he had been running in a snowstorm. His limps felt weighted down, Sirius was instantly by his side.

Sirius brushed a stray strain of hair from the boy's eyes. His eyes had returned to their normal emerald green instead of the raging green they had turned before. He almost looked like normal Harry except that the mask was still in place covering his face. Sirius saw fear in those eyes, a scared boy but it was Harry. Not the monster he had turned into earlier.

"Harry. Do you remember what happened?"

Harry panicked at being confined, "Sirius untie me please," he pulled against the restraints.

"Calm down Harry," Sirius placed his hand in the center of the boys chest as a means to show his support. "Dumbledore" Sirius called.

Several minutes later. "Ah my boy you're awake." Dumbledore clapped his hands together in his cheerful way.

The old wizard waved his wand, "release" he commanded.

Harry felt the restraints on his head and arms disappear. Sirius helped him sit up giving him a sip of water. He felt a little nausea from the movement.

Harry bent down to undo the holds on his leg.

Dumbledore's wand pointed at him, "I bid you to leave them be."

Harry sat back, Dumbledore's voice had never sounded like that before, had never been that commanding and forceful. Something bad had to have happened. He felt his face the mask was still in place. He tried to put out of his mind that he maybe stuck in the hospital wing a while or the reason they were unwilling to release him from these restraints.

"What happened" he whispered. Sirius looked intently to the cold stone flooring.

"Harry," Dumbledore started slowly, "with the blood bond..."

Harry had never seen Dumbledore at a lose for words and that had him more worried and than anything he was about to be told. "...See...everytime the death eaters are called you will feel a sudden urge to join them." he was silent a moment to long. Both Harry and Sirius waited for him to go on, finally he only said, "the restraints will stay on your legs during the day. At night the arm restraints will be added. Now..." standing "I'm off to reference some more books and have a talk with a old friend at the Ministry and I will be back" he clapped Harry on the shoulder.

Trying to turn the topic to something else, Harry relaxed some what, Dumbledore was a old wizard and Harry had every confidence he knew someone somewhere that could help, that could get him out of this mess.

"What about the mask? Was professor Snape able to help?"

"We are still working on several 'methods' of release from the mask, Harry, I will be back soon. Sirius" he nodded and was gone.


Dumbledore was gone for most of the afternoon, as was Snape. Dumbledore returned to the private hospital room every few hours with a gleam in his eye. He waved his wand muttered Latin, Greek and Old Russian. Each session the headmaster left vowing to return. He looked almost happy at the challenge. He brought books and old looking trinkets rubbing them against Harry's face. Powders and smokes, steams and incense. Odd sabs that smell something awful. It was an endless attempt and spells to get the mask off but nothing worked.

Each time Dumbledore informed him he was waiting on a contact. Or that he had owled a friend.

But with each rejection of the spell Harry felt himself sinking further and further down. Sirius's endless chatter had ceased and he was now lying in the opposite bed staring up at the ceiling. Harry did the same, it was almost a meditation, he allowed his eyes to go out of focus, his mind to go blank. Maybe in this moment it would come to him some great solution something so obvious he'll chuckle at all this later. He knew Sirius was thinking the same thing.

The last time Dumbledore left he didn't return for nearly 6 hours. It was near 3am and he had Snape in tow. Both looked worse for wear, bags of sleep deposit beneath their eyes, pale shadowed covered skin. Harry felt a small wave of guilt for what he had gotten himself into.

Apparently Snape was now taking over where Dumbledore had left off. He was now coming every couple of hours to dab ointments and powders on his skin. Unfortunately he wasn't as nice or gentle as the Headmaster. His spells also didn't have the nice tingling sensation that Dumbledore's did. Snapes spell and potions made the mask burn or feel like the skin along with the mask were being ripped from his face.

After Snape's failed attempts he would slam out of the room growling obscenities that Harry had never heard of. He would kick a stray chair or brush past Sirius in such a rush that his Godfather nearly lost his balance

But the time wore on just the four of them knew what was going on. Harry hadn't seen nor heard of Madam Pomfrey since entering the hospital wing.

It was near the afternoon of the fourth day that Harry knew something was wrong. It was the way Snape walked behind Dumbledore, the way Sirius slinked out into the hallway to talk with them. Harry leaned back in the bed preparing himself for the worse.

And worse it got, Sirius return eyes firmly planted on the floor, Snape staring straight at him as if he was daring him to say something, Dumbledore's overly plastered fake smile. Harry could feel his insides rumbling all at once.

Dumbledore sat by his side, lemon drops offered and declined. Harry watched them all.

"Harry" Dumbledore cleared his throat, "We have agreed that…perhaps we are over looking something. Something that may very well be right in front of our faces."

Harry smirked if the old bastard smiled at him again he was going to kick him off the edge of the bed.

"So, St. Mungo's may be in order…"

To BE CONTINUED…

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