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I'm really sorry, I took so long! Four weeks is very much indeed, too much to be precisely. Still, I hope you can forgive me, as I have many things to do at the moment. (School, friends, boyfriend, you know, the little things no-one can live with ;) )
Then ff.net had problems with what-do-I-know-with and I couln't get on the page for nearly five days! But at least I managed and here goes the next chapter! And before I forget:
Sylvia: Thank you for reviewing! I'm glad you liked it! Right now I really have to watch what I'm writing, so it matches the previous chapters. If make a mistake like that anywhere, please inform me! Well, you know me, I can't write a story without torturing Siri (I'm so BAD!!!) But see it from another POV: If I torture him that much, I can write much about him healing, without the story looking mushy!
kat: Thanks for your review! Sure I will save him, rescue is on the way already! As to the blood-stuff . . . uhm, it's magic? Surely you have a point with that, but they aren't wizards for nothing, are they? ;)
mette: Thank you! Well, I don't know where I got the idea, but I share J.K.'s opinion: I don't want to know it. What I plan with Harry? God question. No idea. Really, I don't quite know where I go with most of this, but so it's exiting, even for me!
A.Dee: Thanks for reviewing! Don't worry, there's much mushy to come! Roght after I'm done with the torture! *evil grin*
karno-L: Thank you! Really? *blushes* That's great! I didn't know it was that good!
Hpfan1928: Thank you for your review! I'm glad that you like my Sirius- torture, and of course there is more to come!
caromausi: Thanks! I know I'm cruel, but I hope you'll keep reading (and reviewing) anyway!
siriuslovergirl1: Wow, what a name! Well, thank you very much! So the layout is alright now? Glad, that you like my descriptions so much! It's always cool to read so much reviews from one person. Easier to see how you understand it.
Lisande: Thanks for your review! So I actually managed a update! It's not very short, I know, but I'm working on it! Don't worry, there's more Siri- torture to come. Hm, torturing Remus? Good idea, I'll think about it! Would you like physical better then mental?
Someone Reading: Thank you for reviewing! I'm happy that you liked the idea, I wasn't sure about it in the beginning. I plan some really evil things, but it's hard to write, so that might take a while. I don't want to write rubbish, and if I do please tell me! And as for the length: I'm working on it! :)
Now enjoy the next chapter:
Insomnia
Remus turned to his side. He couldn't sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw his friend huddled in a dark corner, begging an invisible torturer silently. And then how he was struck by a flash of light, writhing on the floor in pain, screaming at the top of his lungs.
The werewolf has been restless since Sirius had been captured by the Death Eaters, but after his conversation with Harry, the fear for his friend kept coming back to him in icy thrills. He could imagine how the boy must be feeling now. Probably worse than he was.
After another non-succeedial attempt to find sleep he threw back his duvet and got out of bed. he paced his bedroom while trying to think of a way to help his friend. He'd already talked to Severus, but the Potions Master had no idea, where Voldemort was keeping the Animagus. And Remus was sure, that he wouldn't hide such information from Dumbledore, as much as he despised Sirius.
Remus forced himself to think. It hadn't even been twelve hours since that fateful incident in London, and they already knew one thing: If they wanted to rescue Sirius, they should warm up for a hell of mission. Not many Death Eaters seemed to know, where Sirius was, or that he even was captured.
Snape had just had one conclusion: Voldemort wanted Sirius alone and nobody to know of his physical and mental state. To test that stuff, he had called Dementor's blood. The tawny-haired man had no idea what that would be, and as he had understood from his conversation with Snape the Potions Professor didn't either. Just that it might have something in common with the effects a Dementor would have normally.
And that scared Remus. Because he could imagine what hell Sirius was going through right now. The Animagus had always tried o stay calm when facing a Dementor and mostly succeeded, but Remus knew that his friend had been close to a breakdown more than once. He had always been there to accompany him.
Snape had explained to him, how Voldemort's lair was protected. By a charm the Dark Lord had designed himself, the Death Eater quarters can only be entered by a call. For this one would need the Dark Mark - and Voldemort, willing to see him. That meant, that it was impossible to get in without Voldemort noticing.
The problem was, that even when they would manage to get in, they had no idea where Sirius was held. Remus sat down on his bed again and put his face in his hands. He knew that right now Snape was the only one who had a chance to get to the Animagus. He felt so useless . . .
~*~*~*~*~*~
Pain.
He felt nothing but pain.
He didn't know, if it was good. The pain numbed the horrible memories that kept flooding through his head. But it hurt . . .
Memories. Were they even memories? Had all this really happened? But he had killed Lily and James. And he had abandoned Harry. Poor little Harry without Mum and Dad. And all those Muggles had died. Wormtail had murdered them, but it was still his fault, wasn't it? That wouldn't have happened if it wasn't for him.
He had betrayed Remus. And Dumbledore. And James and Lily, too. James had said so. Did that really happen? But when it wouldn't be true he wouldn't remember it, would he? Yes.
James hated him.
Harry hated him.
Everyone did. How couldn't they? He even hated himself. A stinking, murdering traitor. They said he was that. Who wouldn't hate a traitor? A murderer? A coward? He remembered the guards calling him murderer. They were right, he did kill. Didn't he?
Sirius opened his eyes. He wanted to cry out in despair as he recognized the now familiar damp stone ceiling of his new cell. He didn't want to see it. It meant pain. It meant bad memories. Or at least thoughts. He didn't know if they were memories. Or something else. He didn't remember anymore.
He sat up very slowly and with great effort. The walls around him were spinning wildly. He didn't know if they were supposed to do that or if his head was in a mess. Later probably. His arm was burning. It had for a long time now. Or at least he felt so.
He leaned against the cold stone, feeling it robbing him of any body warmth he might have possessed. Looking down at his arm, he wondered, what it was he was looking at. He felt, that he should see his arm, but it certainly didn't look like it.
The skin was red and covered in blisters. It was still bleeding slightly and the wet wound glistened in the faint light of a new torch. Sirius knew it was dirty, too, and probably had been infected. But all he could do was press it against his robe and try not to cry out at the pain of it.
His head was pulsing slightly and he wondered why he couldn't feel the rest of his body. All he knew was, that he was cold. His throat was sore and it hurt to breath. He couldn't speak, he probably had been screaming like mad, when the pain had become too much.
He closed his eyes tightly. He knew it wouldn't help, but he didn't know what else to do. Feeling the bumping pain in his arm he curled up into a tight ball. He didn't dare to open his eyes. He was scared and wanted to run, but he couldn't even move anymore.
The stone wall was pressing against him. It was crushing his body, he knew it. He inched away from it, but it came closer and closer. He whimpered slightly as he felt it push him in the back, towards the opposite wall. 'No!', he thought. 'Please not again! Please!' But the wall didn't listen.
Slowly the air was squeezed out of his lungs. He tried to breath in, but the solid stonewall behind him pressed his ribcage together. He wanted to turn away, but he couldn't move. The thick walls were suffocating him gradual. Panic was rising in his chest, and the only reason he didn't start screaming in horror was, that he was too weak to even whisper.
'Please James! Help!', he pleaded in his mind. 'I don't want this, please!'
'You deserve it, traitor!'
A dry sob escaped his ravaged throat. He knew that voice. 'No James, I didn't do it! Please help me! Please!'
'You murdered me and my family! You don't deserve any better!
'I swear to God James, I didn't do it! I would have never betrayed you! It was Peter! Please, I'm sorry!'
'Rot in hell, Sirius Black!'
That knocked the last bit of air out of him. He felt like a pillow was pressed to his face, he couldn't breath. His lunges were burning from the lack of air, it was, as if he could feel them fall apart. Hot tears streamed down his cheeks as he started chocking. Never in his life had he been so scared. The walls closed around him, and everything went black.
~*~*~*~*~*~
A dark figure marched through the torch-lit hall. His arm was burning, it had been since he had received the call at Hogwarts an hour ago. It had taken a while to for him and Dumbledore to think up something, with which they could use this opportunity.
After establishing, that the wards at Mundungus' hadn't worked (last Black for ruining their whole plan!) the only chance they had seen was taking something with him, that was charmed with that certain spell. Of course that had taken a while.
And doing it himself was out of question. Voldemort would notice the magic that had been practised and by whom. So now he was clutching a stone in his pocket, that could be the key to Black's rescue or to the end of all involved. He just needed to get it as near to Black as possible.
A/N: Ladies and Gentlemen, you read chapter16 of 'First Try' and the author hopes you liked it. Folks, you know what's coming now - any comments? Good ones, bad ones, funny ones? That's good, you can tell me right here! I know, that it was very short, but I'll try not to take so long with the next chapter, right?
Oh, and that might be somewhat difficult - you remember next Saturday, right? I already ordered my exemplar of 'ORDER OF THE PHOENIX' and I guess I'll be very bussy reading for the next days. Sorry 'bout that, but I guess most of you will be, too, so I hope you still remember to come back afterwards!
'til then!
lara
I'm really sorry, I took so long! Four weeks is very much indeed, too much to be precisely. Still, I hope you can forgive me, as I have many things to do at the moment. (School, friends, boyfriend, you know, the little things no-one can live with ;) )
Then ff.net had problems with what-do-I-know-with and I couln't get on the page for nearly five days! But at least I managed and here goes the next chapter! And before I forget:
Sylvia: Thank you for reviewing! I'm glad you liked it! Right now I really have to watch what I'm writing, so it matches the previous chapters. If make a mistake like that anywhere, please inform me! Well, you know me, I can't write a story without torturing Siri (I'm so BAD!!!) But see it from another POV: If I torture him that much, I can write much about him healing, without the story looking mushy!
kat: Thanks for your review! Sure I will save him, rescue is on the way already! As to the blood-stuff . . . uhm, it's magic? Surely you have a point with that, but they aren't wizards for nothing, are they? ;)
mette: Thank you! Well, I don't know where I got the idea, but I share J.K.'s opinion: I don't want to know it. What I plan with Harry? God question. No idea. Really, I don't quite know where I go with most of this, but so it's exiting, even for me!
A.Dee: Thanks for reviewing! Don't worry, there's much mushy to come! Roght after I'm done with the torture! *evil grin*
karno-L: Thank you! Really? *blushes* That's great! I didn't know it was that good!
Hpfan1928: Thank you for your review! I'm glad that you like my Sirius- torture, and of course there is more to come!
caromausi: Thanks! I know I'm cruel, but I hope you'll keep reading (and reviewing) anyway!
siriuslovergirl1: Wow, what a name! Well, thank you very much! So the layout is alright now? Glad, that you like my descriptions so much! It's always cool to read so much reviews from one person. Easier to see how you understand it.
Lisande: Thanks for your review! So I actually managed a update! It's not very short, I know, but I'm working on it! Don't worry, there's more Siri- torture to come. Hm, torturing Remus? Good idea, I'll think about it! Would you like physical better then mental?
Someone Reading: Thank you for reviewing! I'm happy that you liked the idea, I wasn't sure about it in the beginning. I plan some really evil things, but it's hard to write, so that might take a while. I don't want to write rubbish, and if I do please tell me! And as for the length: I'm working on it! :)
Now enjoy the next chapter:
Insomnia
Remus turned to his side. He couldn't sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw his friend huddled in a dark corner, begging an invisible torturer silently. And then how he was struck by a flash of light, writhing on the floor in pain, screaming at the top of his lungs.
The werewolf has been restless since Sirius had been captured by the Death Eaters, but after his conversation with Harry, the fear for his friend kept coming back to him in icy thrills. He could imagine how the boy must be feeling now. Probably worse than he was.
After another non-succeedial attempt to find sleep he threw back his duvet and got out of bed. he paced his bedroom while trying to think of a way to help his friend. He'd already talked to Severus, but the Potions Master had no idea, where Voldemort was keeping the Animagus. And Remus was sure, that he wouldn't hide such information from Dumbledore, as much as he despised Sirius.
Remus forced himself to think. It hadn't even been twelve hours since that fateful incident in London, and they already knew one thing: If they wanted to rescue Sirius, they should warm up for a hell of mission. Not many Death Eaters seemed to know, where Sirius was, or that he even was captured.
Snape had just had one conclusion: Voldemort wanted Sirius alone and nobody to know of his physical and mental state. To test that stuff, he had called Dementor's blood. The tawny-haired man had no idea what that would be, and as he had understood from his conversation with Snape the Potions Professor didn't either. Just that it might have something in common with the effects a Dementor would have normally.
And that scared Remus. Because he could imagine what hell Sirius was going through right now. The Animagus had always tried o stay calm when facing a Dementor and mostly succeeded, but Remus knew that his friend had been close to a breakdown more than once. He had always been there to accompany him.
Snape had explained to him, how Voldemort's lair was protected. By a charm the Dark Lord had designed himself, the Death Eater quarters can only be entered by a call. For this one would need the Dark Mark - and Voldemort, willing to see him. That meant, that it was impossible to get in without Voldemort noticing.
The problem was, that even when they would manage to get in, they had no idea where Sirius was held. Remus sat down on his bed again and put his face in his hands. He knew that right now Snape was the only one who had a chance to get to the Animagus. He felt so useless . . .
~*~*~*~*~*~
Pain.
He felt nothing but pain.
He didn't know, if it was good. The pain numbed the horrible memories that kept flooding through his head. But it hurt . . .
Memories. Were they even memories? Had all this really happened? But he had killed Lily and James. And he had abandoned Harry. Poor little Harry without Mum and Dad. And all those Muggles had died. Wormtail had murdered them, but it was still his fault, wasn't it? That wouldn't have happened if it wasn't for him.
He had betrayed Remus. And Dumbledore. And James and Lily, too. James had said so. Did that really happen? But when it wouldn't be true he wouldn't remember it, would he? Yes.
James hated him.
Harry hated him.
Everyone did. How couldn't they? He even hated himself. A stinking, murdering traitor. They said he was that. Who wouldn't hate a traitor? A murderer? A coward? He remembered the guards calling him murderer. They were right, he did kill. Didn't he?
Sirius opened his eyes. He wanted to cry out in despair as he recognized the now familiar damp stone ceiling of his new cell. He didn't want to see it. It meant pain. It meant bad memories. Or at least thoughts. He didn't know if they were memories. Or something else. He didn't remember anymore.
He sat up very slowly and with great effort. The walls around him were spinning wildly. He didn't know if they were supposed to do that or if his head was in a mess. Later probably. His arm was burning. It had for a long time now. Or at least he felt so.
He leaned against the cold stone, feeling it robbing him of any body warmth he might have possessed. Looking down at his arm, he wondered, what it was he was looking at. He felt, that he should see his arm, but it certainly didn't look like it.
The skin was red and covered in blisters. It was still bleeding slightly and the wet wound glistened in the faint light of a new torch. Sirius knew it was dirty, too, and probably had been infected. But all he could do was press it against his robe and try not to cry out at the pain of it.
His head was pulsing slightly and he wondered why he couldn't feel the rest of his body. All he knew was, that he was cold. His throat was sore and it hurt to breath. He couldn't speak, he probably had been screaming like mad, when the pain had become too much.
He closed his eyes tightly. He knew it wouldn't help, but he didn't know what else to do. Feeling the bumping pain in his arm he curled up into a tight ball. He didn't dare to open his eyes. He was scared and wanted to run, but he couldn't even move anymore.
The stone wall was pressing against him. It was crushing his body, he knew it. He inched away from it, but it came closer and closer. He whimpered slightly as he felt it push him in the back, towards the opposite wall. 'No!', he thought. 'Please not again! Please!' But the wall didn't listen.
Slowly the air was squeezed out of his lungs. He tried to breath in, but the solid stonewall behind him pressed his ribcage together. He wanted to turn away, but he couldn't move. The thick walls were suffocating him gradual. Panic was rising in his chest, and the only reason he didn't start screaming in horror was, that he was too weak to even whisper.
'Please James! Help!', he pleaded in his mind. 'I don't want this, please!'
'You deserve it, traitor!'
A dry sob escaped his ravaged throat. He knew that voice. 'No James, I didn't do it! Please help me! Please!'
'You murdered me and my family! You don't deserve any better!
'I swear to God James, I didn't do it! I would have never betrayed you! It was Peter! Please, I'm sorry!'
'Rot in hell, Sirius Black!'
That knocked the last bit of air out of him. He felt like a pillow was pressed to his face, he couldn't breath. His lunges were burning from the lack of air, it was, as if he could feel them fall apart. Hot tears streamed down his cheeks as he started chocking. Never in his life had he been so scared. The walls closed around him, and everything went black.
~*~*~*~*~*~
A dark figure marched through the torch-lit hall. His arm was burning, it had been since he had received the call at Hogwarts an hour ago. It had taken a while to for him and Dumbledore to think up something, with which they could use this opportunity.
After establishing, that the wards at Mundungus' hadn't worked (last Black for ruining their whole plan!) the only chance they had seen was taking something with him, that was charmed with that certain spell. Of course that had taken a while.
And doing it himself was out of question. Voldemort would notice the magic that had been practised and by whom. So now he was clutching a stone in his pocket, that could be the key to Black's rescue or to the end of all involved. He just needed to get it as near to Black as possible.
A/N: Ladies and Gentlemen, you read chapter16 of 'First Try' and the author hopes you liked it. Folks, you know what's coming now - any comments? Good ones, bad ones, funny ones? That's good, you can tell me right here! I know, that it was very short, but I'll try not to take so long with the next chapter, right?
Oh, and that might be somewhat difficult - you remember next Saturday, right? I already ordered my exemplar of 'ORDER OF THE PHOENIX' and I guess I'll be very bussy reading for the next days. Sorry 'bout that, but I guess most of you will be, too, so I hope you still remember to come back afterwards!
'til then!
lara