Hello everyone! I'm sorry I took so long to update, but I hope to make that
up with the fact, that this one is a bit longer! Nice title, hm? Thanks to
everybody, who reviewed!
A.Dee: Thanks for your review! Ah, I'm really sorry, but you're right. I AM a evil author, and I have evil planes for Sirius! But I'll try to think up a nice ending! Big promise!
Someone Reading: Thank you for reviewing! I know I didn't put much Harry in this chapter, but I thought going slow would be better. Enough time to feel guilty later! *sigh* Poor Sirius! Why am I always doing this to him? Oh, I know, because I'm evil!
sirius the homicidal maniac: I told you, that this is a cool name already, didn't I? Oh well, to your review: Thanks! And don't worry, he'll be fine . . . sometime . . .
Sylvia: Thank you! So here I am with a new chapter! Hope this is enough trouble for now, there's more to follow! Hm, 'bout Remus and worry-do you think it suits him? Cause I plan to let him worry a bit more in future chapters.
mette: Thanks for your review! Yeah, I can see it. Glad that I'm the author, I don't have to worry what'll happen next! At least not as long writer's block doesn't come to me. Well, it didn't take me long to think it up, but I needed very, very much time to put in words!
karno-L: Thank you! No, he isn't. But I promise to make him happy in the end! Could take some time, but try to see the silver line!
caromausi: Thanks for reviewing! Nice to know, that you have so much faith in me! What do you think 'bout Harry's entrance?
Lisande: Danke für die Review! Zum Übersetzen wird' ich wohl erst mal für ne ganze weile keine Zeit haben, aber trotzdem: Dickes Danke für das Angebot, ich wird sicherlich noch drauf zurück kommen! Hey, wann erscheint dein nächstes Kapitel?
kat: Thanks for your review! Well you'll get an idea of it in this chapter! Hope you like it!
Hpfan1928: Thank you for reviewing so much! Yeah, I'm still working on the layout. And about the Sirius-torture: I'm trying my very best!
Now enjoy chapter 14!
Fear
Sirius awoke with something cold and wet pressing against his face. He opened his eyes slowly, quickly closing them again as a jolt of pain shot through his scull. He let out a quiet groan, trying to remember what happened. He had been at Fletcher's house to stop the Death Eaters from a attack on the Order member.
He had knocked out two of them . . . and when the third-Remus! With the memorie of his werewolf friend panic hit him suddenly. Remus had been there. The Death Eaters had been aiming at him and then . . . he realised, that he must have fallen unconscious at this moment, cause he couldn't recall anything else except darkness.
But where was he? If Remus had come there, then surely to stop him. Or to prevent him from walking into a trap. With obviously had happened. And if his friend had succeeded, he wouldn't be lying on cold stone, would he? That left only two options: One-he was still in that street. Or two-The Death Eaters had gotten him. His stomach churned as he opened his eyes again, only to discover, that he wasn't lying in a street.
He quickly pushed himself up and tried to get onto his feet, but crumpled back on the ground, when something stopped him in mid-move. Only now he realised the shackles around both of his wrists, glowing with a faint blue light of their own. Ant-Animagus-spells.
Cursing Sirius slumped back against the wall, the chains holding him rattling. He drew his knees up to his chest, propped his elbows on them and put his face in his hands. His head was drumming loudly with the headache, making it hard to think. The Animagus tried to order his thoughts in order to stay calm.
Another thought made his guts wrench. Did they catch Remus, too? Or anyone else? He instinctively held his breath and listened for any sounds beside his pounding heart. He heard none. What if they had killed him instantly? He tried to push the thought out of his mind and as far away as possible. He didn't quite succeed.
Taking a few deep breaths Sirius looked up to examine his surroundings. He was sitting in a cell, about ten feet square, with a low ceiling. The walls were wet and the faint noise of water dripping down could be heard. As he had noticed earlier, there were chains in the wall, two of them holding him right now. They seemed very stabile and he didn't doubt they were.
There was now window, and to his surprise there wasn't a door either. He let out a small gasp as he realised that the room was completely closed, with now way out. They hadn't walled him in, had they? His heart skipped a beat and he felt ice-cold fear creep up in him.
A rush of memories flooded his mind. Cold. Dark. Blackness pressing down on him, squeezing him, crushing him. Shrieking voices wavering through the icy air, pictures of burning wrecks and bloody bodies appearing before his eyes, flashes of green light . . .
Suddenly his lungs seemed to be empty. As if all air was sucked out of it. The panic broke free, chocking him like an invisible hand. He couldn't breath, he was suffocating! The dark walls came up, closing around him, as if trying to crush him.
His whole body went stiff as he fought to breath, his muscles aching with the tension. It felt like his lungs were squirming in his ribcage. 'Breath!', he mentally screamed at himself. 'Breath! Do something! Help! Remus, James, HELP!!!'
The panic growing in his chest made him feel, like he was going to explode. It was roaring in his ears, crashing in his heart. It hurt, it hurt so much. 'Make it stop, MAKE IT STOP! PLEASE!!!' He knew, that he couldn't bear this agony any longer-
With a jolt air rushed into his lunges, nearly gagging him with the force. He coughed a few times, before taking deep gulps of air. It wasn't fresh, it smelled foul, but it didn't matter to him. Right now he couldn't think of anything else. 'Breath. Breath. Breath . . . '
Sirius dimly realised, that he was lying flat on his back, body bathed in cold sweat, heart beating furiously. He drew a shuddering breath, now becoming aware of the fact, that he was trembling with cold and exhaustion. And shock.
What the hell had happened with him? He closed his eyes and concentrated on taking deep breaths. In and out. In and out. In. Out. In. Out. In . . .
His senses slowly came back to him, but he didn't dare to open his eyes. His mind was reeling and he became aware of his now piercing headache, he simply lay there and banned every thought out of his hurting head. After some time his pulse was back to normal, the aching fear subsided and he could breath properly. He still didn't open his eyes.
Sirius knew, what had happened. He had experienced it before, but always hoped, he would never have to go through it again. With his head clear now, he calmly explained to himself, what was going on.
'Claustrophobia. That happens sometimes. Calm down, everything's ok, you just got a little scared of the small room, that's all. Nothing to worry about, it's over now. Everything's alright. When you open your eyes now, you'll see that cell. Just your old cell. You can put up with that, nothing to worry about . . .'
As if raising something very heavy, he opened his eyes. Slowly, very slowly, the way he would carefully remove a blindfold from somebody who was scared of the outside world. It felt odd, to treat himself like a frightened child.
He was still lying on his back, now staring at the ceiling and taking deep, calm breaths. 'Very good! Now try to stay calm. Take deep breathes.' He didn't know where that small voice, that instructed him in such helpful manner, came from, but he was extremely grateful for it. Now memories came back to him. Memories of Azkaban.
He was fairly sure, that he had developed claustrophobia in the first night, he had spent in his prison cell. Never before had he been alone in such a small place for so long, dark, with Dementors outside and with no hope to ever get out again.
It had scared the shit out of him, and he dimly remembered fainting a few times. After the first nights he got used of it. Only when it became worse with the screaming, the dreams, the memories, his panic of small rooms would catch up with him and often knock him out cold. And looking back, he was grateful for that.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Remus didn't hear McGriffin's comment, or the shouts of other Order members. He didn't notice the muggles watching the scene wide-eyed, nor did he see Arthur Weasley hurrying towards him. He simply stared at the spot Sirius had vanished from, one thought running trough his mind: He had failed Sirius.
Then he suddenly became aware of the hand shaking his shoulder. He looked up into Arthur's grim face. "Are you ok?", he asked in a calm voice, trying to stir him out of his trance. The werewolf simply stared at him and gulped. "They have Sirius."
The redhead nodded. "I know. Come on, we need to inform Dumbledore. The faster we get to Hogwarts, the faster we can think of a way to save Sirius." He still held Remus' shoulder. "Can you Apparate?" The tawny- haired man nodded his head, pulling out the borrowed wand Dumbledore had given him.
After telling Dumbledore of Sirius' reaction to their conversation, he had noticed, that his wand was missing, figuring, that Sirius might have it. He had been surprised, when the old wizard had rummaged through one drawer of his desk, and finally pulled out a wand, similar to his own. Dumbledore had explained, that it was the brother to Remus' and had once belonged to an member of the Order. Sylvia Bones had died in the first war against Voldemort.
In their will, the Bones had made Dumbledore the keeper of their wands and all other magical instruments they possessed, until their daughter would be old enough to inherit. Until then they had given the Headmaster allowance to use the things against the Dark Lord. Many people on the light side had done so.
Remus Apparated in front of the Hogwarts gates, and without wasting time he started to run up to the castle. Never had the way to the Entrance Hall, along the many short cuts, through the halls leading to the Headmaster's office seemed to be long. And never had Remus' made it faster to the gargoyle guarding Dumbledore's quarters. He gasped the password and rushed past it and up the spiral staircase.
Without knocking he stormed into the office and barely came to a halt in front of the Headmaster's desk. Despite Dumbledore not being there he started to blurt out the horrible news.
"Professor, it's Sirius, he is . . . "
"Professor Lupin?"
Remus stopped in mid-sentence and turned around to face the black-haired, bespectacled teen. Harry Potter was standing next to Fawkes' perch, where he had been stroking the Headmaster's pet phoenix. He made a step towards him, as if about to greet him, but the look in his emerald eyes told Remus, that he knew Sirius was in trouble.
"What happened, Remus?" Dumbledore came out from behind a bookshelf, his voice calm, but concern clearly written in his eyes. Remus gulped. "Sirius, he's been captured." The statement made both Harry's and Dumbledore's expressions turn from concern to shock..
Remus quickly told them, what had happened. When he ended Dumbledore had sunken in his chair, eyes closed, a hand rubbing his temple. Suddenly he looked very old and tired-and kind of helpless. He let out a sigh and turned his eyes on Remus, his expression unreadable. The fact, the even Dumbledore seemed to have no solution, made the werewolf's stomach twist. He looked at Harry, who seemed to be thinking exactly the same thing as he did.
"Remus, take Harry and explain the situation, I have to speak Severus. If there's anything new, I'll contact you." Both of them jumped at Dumbledore's words not having noticed him rising and striding towards the door. The next moment, he had disappeared.
Again Harry turned questioning eyes on him. Remus nodded. "Come on, we'll go to my quarters and I'll explain everything."
~*~*~*~*~*~
"Get up, you sorry piece if shit! His Lordship wishes to see you!" The words didn't do much to stir him out of his haze-like sleep, but the kick in his side surely did. With a groan Sirius rolled to the side, faintly realising, that the cell was lightened by a torch now.
Another kick in his abdomen made him gasp and double over in pain. "Really wanna know, what they want with a weak bastard like you anyway! Didn't ya hear me? Get the fuck up!!" The black-robed figure went on kicking him, until he wobbly got to his feet, only to have his knees give away again. He crashed to the floor, wincing as pain shot through his leg and up into his head.
The masked Death Eater above him made an grunting noise, sounding very angry. The next moment, Sirius was pulled up by the chains on his wrists, until he stood more or less straight against the wall. His head hurt, as well as his stomach and his leg. The room around him was spinning , and he felt the urge to throw up.
"My, my. Is this how you treat guests, McNair? I think not. Maybe I should teach you a lesson how to behave around special visitors of mine." The Animagus froze at the cold, deadly quiet voice. He lifted his head high enough to stare into blood red eyes, before a low whisper, icy as a winter breeze, echoed through the room.
"Crucio!"
A/N: Tadahhhhhh! So how was this? Cruel, sadistic, cool, dramatic, trashy? Please tell me what you think about this chapter, and what expectations you have for the next ones! And do you use the phrase "ten feet square", to express the size of an area?
Oh, and another problem: I started to draw Fanart, but I have no idea where to post it, let alone how to do it! If anybody out there can help me, please do!!
lara
A.Dee: Thanks for your review! Ah, I'm really sorry, but you're right. I AM a evil author, and I have evil planes for Sirius! But I'll try to think up a nice ending! Big promise!
Someone Reading: Thank you for reviewing! I know I didn't put much Harry in this chapter, but I thought going slow would be better. Enough time to feel guilty later! *sigh* Poor Sirius! Why am I always doing this to him? Oh, I know, because I'm evil!
sirius the homicidal maniac: I told you, that this is a cool name already, didn't I? Oh well, to your review: Thanks! And don't worry, he'll be fine . . . sometime . . .
Sylvia: Thank you! So here I am with a new chapter! Hope this is enough trouble for now, there's more to follow! Hm, 'bout Remus and worry-do you think it suits him? Cause I plan to let him worry a bit more in future chapters.
mette: Thanks for your review! Yeah, I can see it. Glad that I'm the author, I don't have to worry what'll happen next! At least not as long writer's block doesn't come to me. Well, it didn't take me long to think it up, but I needed very, very much time to put in words!
karno-L: Thank you! No, he isn't. But I promise to make him happy in the end! Could take some time, but try to see the silver line!
caromausi: Thanks for reviewing! Nice to know, that you have so much faith in me! What do you think 'bout Harry's entrance?
Lisande: Danke für die Review! Zum Übersetzen wird' ich wohl erst mal für ne ganze weile keine Zeit haben, aber trotzdem: Dickes Danke für das Angebot, ich wird sicherlich noch drauf zurück kommen! Hey, wann erscheint dein nächstes Kapitel?
kat: Thanks for your review! Well you'll get an idea of it in this chapter! Hope you like it!
Hpfan1928: Thank you for reviewing so much! Yeah, I'm still working on the layout. And about the Sirius-torture: I'm trying my very best!
Now enjoy chapter 14!
Fear
Sirius awoke with something cold and wet pressing against his face. He opened his eyes slowly, quickly closing them again as a jolt of pain shot through his scull. He let out a quiet groan, trying to remember what happened. He had been at Fletcher's house to stop the Death Eaters from a attack on the Order member.
He had knocked out two of them . . . and when the third-Remus! With the memorie of his werewolf friend panic hit him suddenly. Remus had been there. The Death Eaters had been aiming at him and then . . . he realised, that he must have fallen unconscious at this moment, cause he couldn't recall anything else except darkness.
But where was he? If Remus had come there, then surely to stop him. Or to prevent him from walking into a trap. With obviously had happened. And if his friend had succeeded, he wouldn't be lying on cold stone, would he? That left only two options: One-he was still in that street. Or two-The Death Eaters had gotten him. His stomach churned as he opened his eyes again, only to discover, that he wasn't lying in a street.
He quickly pushed himself up and tried to get onto his feet, but crumpled back on the ground, when something stopped him in mid-move. Only now he realised the shackles around both of his wrists, glowing with a faint blue light of their own. Ant-Animagus-spells.
Cursing Sirius slumped back against the wall, the chains holding him rattling. He drew his knees up to his chest, propped his elbows on them and put his face in his hands. His head was drumming loudly with the headache, making it hard to think. The Animagus tried to order his thoughts in order to stay calm.
Another thought made his guts wrench. Did they catch Remus, too? Or anyone else? He instinctively held his breath and listened for any sounds beside his pounding heart. He heard none. What if they had killed him instantly? He tried to push the thought out of his mind and as far away as possible. He didn't quite succeed.
Taking a few deep breaths Sirius looked up to examine his surroundings. He was sitting in a cell, about ten feet square, with a low ceiling. The walls were wet and the faint noise of water dripping down could be heard. As he had noticed earlier, there were chains in the wall, two of them holding him right now. They seemed very stabile and he didn't doubt they were.
There was now window, and to his surprise there wasn't a door either. He let out a small gasp as he realised that the room was completely closed, with now way out. They hadn't walled him in, had they? His heart skipped a beat and he felt ice-cold fear creep up in him.
A rush of memories flooded his mind. Cold. Dark. Blackness pressing down on him, squeezing him, crushing him. Shrieking voices wavering through the icy air, pictures of burning wrecks and bloody bodies appearing before his eyes, flashes of green light . . .
Suddenly his lungs seemed to be empty. As if all air was sucked out of it. The panic broke free, chocking him like an invisible hand. He couldn't breath, he was suffocating! The dark walls came up, closing around him, as if trying to crush him.
His whole body went stiff as he fought to breath, his muscles aching with the tension. It felt like his lungs were squirming in his ribcage. 'Breath!', he mentally screamed at himself. 'Breath! Do something! Help! Remus, James, HELP!!!'
The panic growing in his chest made him feel, like he was going to explode. It was roaring in his ears, crashing in his heart. It hurt, it hurt so much. 'Make it stop, MAKE IT STOP! PLEASE!!!' He knew, that he couldn't bear this agony any longer-
With a jolt air rushed into his lunges, nearly gagging him with the force. He coughed a few times, before taking deep gulps of air. It wasn't fresh, it smelled foul, but it didn't matter to him. Right now he couldn't think of anything else. 'Breath. Breath. Breath . . . '
Sirius dimly realised, that he was lying flat on his back, body bathed in cold sweat, heart beating furiously. He drew a shuddering breath, now becoming aware of the fact, that he was trembling with cold and exhaustion. And shock.
What the hell had happened with him? He closed his eyes and concentrated on taking deep breaths. In and out. In and out. In. Out. In. Out. In . . .
His senses slowly came back to him, but he didn't dare to open his eyes. His mind was reeling and he became aware of his now piercing headache, he simply lay there and banned every thought out of his hurting head. After some time his pulse was back to normal, the aching fear subsided and he could breath properly. He still didn't open his eyes.
Sirius knew, what had happened. He had experienced it before, but always hoped, he would never have to go through it again. With his head clear now, he calmly explained to himself, what was going on.
'Claustrophobia. That happens sometimes. Calm down, everything's ok, you just got a little scared of the small room, that's all. Nothing to worry about, it's over now. Everything's alright. When you open your eyes now, you'll see that cell. Just your old cell. You can put up with that, nothing to worry about . . .'
As if raising something very heavy, he opened his eyes. Slowly, very slowly, the way he would carefully remove a blindfold from somebody who was scared of the outside world. It felt odd, to treat himself like a frightened child.
He was still lying on his back, now staring at the ceiling and taking deep, calm breaths. 'Very good! Now try to stay calm. Take deep breathes.' He didn't know where that small voice, that instructed him in such helpful manner, came from, but he was extremely grateful for it. Now memories came back to him. Memories of Azkaban.
He was fairly sure, that he had developed claustrophobia in the first night, he had spent in his prison cell. Never before had he been alone in such a small place for so long, dark, with Dementors outside and with no hope to ever get out again.
It had scared the shit out of him, and he dimly remembered fainting a few times. After the first nights he got used of it. Only when it became worse with the screaming, the dreams, the memories, his panic of small rooms would catch up with him and often knock him out cold. And looking back, he was grateful for that.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Remus didn't hear McGriffin's comment, or the shouts of other Order members. He didn't notice the muggles watching the scene wide-eyed, nor did he see Arthur Weasley hurrying towards him. He simply stared at the spot Sirius had vanished from, one thought running trough his mind: He had failed Sirius.
Then he suddenly became aware of the hand shaking his shoulder. He looked up into Arthur's grim face. "Are you ok?", he asked in a calm voice, trying to stir him out of his trance. The werewolf simply stared at him and gulped. "They have Sirius."
The redhead nodded. "I know. Come on, we need to inform Dumbledore. The faster we get to Hogwarts, the faster we can think of a way to save Sirius." He still held Remus' shoulder. "Can you Apparate?" The tawny- haired man nodded his head, pulling out the borrowed wand Dumbledore had given him.
After telling Dumbledore of Sirius' reaction to their conversation, he had noticed, that his wand was missing, figuring, that Sirius might have it. He had been surprised, when the old wizard had rummaged through one drawer of his desk, and finally pulled out a wand, similar to his own. Dumbledore had explained, that it was the brother to Remus' and had once belonged to an member of the Order. Sylvia Bones had died in the first war against Voldemort.
In their will, the Bones had made Dumbledore the keeper of their wands and all other magical instruments they possessed, until their daughter would be old enough to inherit. Until then they had given the Headmaster allowance to use the things against the Dark Lord. Many people on the light side had done so.
Remus Apparated in front of the Hogwarts gates, and without wasting time he started to run up to the castle. Never had the way to the Entrance Hall, along the many short cuts, through the halls leading to the Headmaster's office seemed to be long. And never had Remus' made it faster to the gargoyle guarding Dumbledore's quarters. He gasped the password and rushed past it and up the spiral staircase.
Without knocking he stormed into the office and barely came to a halt in front of the Headmaster's desk. Despite Dumbledore not being there he started to blurt out the horrible news.
"Professor, it's Sirius, he is . . . "
"Professor Lupin?"
Remus stopped in mid-sentence and turned around to face the black-haired, bespectacled teen. Harry Potter was standing next to Fawkes' perch, where he had been stroking the Headmaster's pet phoenix. He made a step towards him, as if about to greet him, but the look in his emerald eyes told Remus, that he knew Sirius was in trouble.
"What happened, Remus?" Dumbledore came out from behind a bookshelf, his voice calm, but concern clearly written in his eyes. Remus gulped. "Sirius, he's been captured." The statement made both Harry's and Dumbledore's expressions turn from concern to shock..
Remus quickly told them, what had happened. When he ended Dumbledore had sunken in his chair, eyes closed, a hand rubbing his temple. Suddenly he looked very old and tired-and kind of helpless. He let out a sigh and turned his eyes on Remus, his expression unreadable. The fact, the even Dumbledore seemed to have no solution, made the werewolf's stomach twist. He looked at Harry, who seemed to be thinking exactly the same thing as he did.
"Remus, take Harry and explain the situation, I have to speak Severus. If there's anything new, I'll contact you." Both of them jumped at Dumbledore's words not having noticed him rising and striding towards the door. The next moment, he had disappeared.
Again Harry turned questioning eyes on him. Remus nodded. "Come on, we'll go to my quarters and I'll explain everything."
~*~*~*~*~*~
"Get up, you sorry piece if shit! His Lordship wishes to see you!" The words didn't do much to stir him out of his haze-like sleep, but the kick in his side surely did. With a groan Sirius rolled to the side, faintly realising, that the cell was lightened by a torch now.
Another kick in his abdomen made him gasp and double over in pain. "Really wanna know, what they want with a weak bastard like you anyway! Didn't ya hear me? Get the fuck up!!" The black-robed figure went on kicking him, until he wobbly got to his feet, only to have his knees give away again. He crashed to the floor, wincing as pain shot through his leg and up into his head.
The masked Death Eater above him made an grunting noise, sounding very angry. The next moment, Sirius was pulled up by the chains on his wrists, until he stood more or less straight against the wall. His head hurt, as well as his stomach and his leg. The room around him was spinning , and he felt the urge to throw up.
"My, my. Is this how you treat guests, McNair? I think not. Maybe I should teach you a lesson how to behave around special visitors of mine." The Animagus froze at the cold, deadly quiet voice. He lifted his head high enough to stare into blood red eyes, before a low whisper, icy as a winter breeze, echoed through the room.
"Crucio!"
A/N: Tadahhhhhh! So how was this? Cruel, sadistic, cool, dramatic, trashy? Please tell me what you think about this chapter, and what expectations you have for the next ones! And do you use the phrase "ten feet square", to express the size of an area?
Oh, and another problem: I started to draw Fanart, but I have no idea where to post it, let alone how to do it! If anybody out there can help me, please do!!
lara