Part twelve:
Sal swaggered into the great hall for breakfast at his side Draco sauntered along. Sal winked at a couple of girls who were staring before putting his arm around his lover. Oh how he loved to play with their emotions. Across the hall he spotted his mother all alone at breakfast, for once. He released Draco and went over to her.
"It is a shame to see such a pretty lady sitting alone." He said loud enough for a couple of Gryffindor's who had managed to get themselves up for breakfast. Ginny looked nervously at the table.
"Thank you." She murmured.
"I am sorry I couldn't make it to our study 'date'. But some urgent family business came up."
"It's ok. I don't mind."
"No I really am sorry; I have to make it up to you somehow."
"You don't have to. It is ok really."
"No. I insist. How about you come at sit with me for breakfast. No one should have to sit alone." He smirked at a lonely Hufflepuff as he said it. Ginny nodded quickly. "Come with me then."
The pair made their way across to the Slytherin table.
"Hello all." He said addressing everyone at the table. "This is Ginny she is my friend and you will treat her with the same respect as you treat any of my other friends." The Slythern's present nodded in consent. Of course they would do as he said, he was the heir. Ginny and Sal sat down beside Draco.
They were having a fairly pleasant breakfast; Ginny was participating in the conversation without giving away her cover. All was going well, that is until a certain red head turned up.
"Ginny!" Ron bellowed. "What are doing sitting with the snakes." Some of the Slythern's were bristling at the comment. But Sal just laughed and hissed at the weasel.
"Thank you." Sal added cheerily. The rest of the table erupted in laughter. Ron looked like he was about to explode with anger.
"You fucking piece of death eater scum." He ground out between gritted teeth. Sal's eyes hardened and shone like emeralds. "Weasel you will be careful of what you say to me. I can not predict what my godfather would do to you if he heard how you insulted me." Ron paled slightly at the comment.
"But Snuffles wouldn't hurt anyone." Ron said trying to sound confident. Sal smiled wickedly.
"You are right of course. 'Snuffles' wouldn't hurt a fly but 'Sirius Black'" He paused for emphasis. "Wouldn't think twice before skinning you alive. Not that I would ever condone such an action." He added smiling mockingly. He didn't care that he had told everyone his uncle was a convicted criminal, he was sure they all knew anyway. Plus Si was with his father, No harm would come to him there. Sal turned his attention away from the shaking Weasel and smiled at the girl sitting next to him.
"It was nice talking to you but I am afraid I must be going. Ginny I will see you in the potions lab tonight at 8. I promise you that I will be there." Ginny nodded timidly while Ron spluttered in anger. Sal got to his feet at wandered out of the great hall.
And in his wake a wave of commotion broke out.
"Did you hear? Sirius Black is his godfather."
"I thought he was gay but he was hitting on a girl, a Gryffindor no less."
Comment along these lines rang out across the great hall. Slowly Draco got to his feet, looking for all the world like the Ice Prince he was supposed to be. The hall fell into a hushed silence. His voice rang out though the entire hall.
"You heard right Sirius Black is Harry Salazar Potter's godfather. But he was wrongly accused of murder. He is no way betrayed Harry's parents. And Peter Pettigrew is most defiantly alive." With that he stalked from the hall his robes billowing around him. Draco smirked 'take that Dumbledore. Your lies are unravelling around you.' He thought to himself.
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Sirius Black stood on a balcony in the Riddle mansion. He inhaled deeply on his cigarette. A Wizarding one of course, same effects as the muggle variety but none of the lung disease. He was smiling broadly. This was where he belonged. Things were finally going the way he wanted them to and it felt great. He heard soft footsteps behind him. He turned slowly as was met with the amber eyes of Remus Lupin.
"Remie?" Si gasped, it was the only marauder that Si could stand while at school, He might have even called him a friend. But for one slight problem Remie was unwaveringly on the side of light. Or that was what Si had been lead to believe. But if that was the case what was he doing in the Riddle Mansion.
"Yeh Si, it's me." He said clearly enjoying the look of confusion on his friends face.
"What. How. Why are you here?" Si said as if unsure as to what question he should be asking.
"Well it's a fairly long story."
"Don't worry I have all the time in the world." Remie cocked his head to one side and sat down on the edge of the balcony.
"I had always been brought up to believe in light and dark. Light was good and Dark was bad. That was the end of story. Then one day I had an accident and poor little old me was attacked be a werewolf. And I was turned into something that the world deemed bad. My parents were ashamed of me the said I was bad, that I was dark and that I had to hide what I was at all costs. And of course I did what they said. I didn't want to be bad; I wanted so very much to be good. Because the bad people always got beaten, the good always triumphed. I wanted to be on the winning side, my parents had always told me that good always won.
So I came to Hogwarts this belief foremost in my mind. And everything that I saw while I was their seemed to reinforce this belief. Gryffindor's were good, Slythern's were bad. And all my friends were good. Or so I thought. As I grew older I became painfully aware of the worlds view of werewolves, that they were all scum, that they were all evil. But I wasn't evil I kept telling myself. Finally we graduated and I tried to find a job but who would hire a werewolf, not a fucking soul. So I grew bitter, I wasn't bad yet I was treated like it. It just wasn't fair.
Then the world was in uproar Voldemort had been killed. And you were thrown into Azkaban for treason and murder. You were branded a Death Eater. And of course I believed it, the entire world did. But it set me thinking. If my friend was a Death Eater, one of the very few people who had ever shown me kindness, maybe it wasn't so bad after all. I mean, look how the supposed good people ad treated me. But I didn't go any further it was left as an idle though for a couple of weeks. That was until I was arrested by Aurors for being a follower of Voldemort, and their evidence, the fact that I was a werewolf. I was put into Azkaban until my trial that alone cause me more harm than my curse ever did. But at least I got a trial. And under veritaserum I told that that I had never preformed any activity so they had to let me go.
Little did they know that it was they who made me turn to the Death Eaters. If I thought it was difficult to get employment before after the accusation it became impossible. I had no money, no shelter, no hope. There was only one place I could turn. To the snakes. I sought out our dear Lucius. The only one I could back on being a Death Eater. I finally tracked down the impressive Malfoy estate as I stood on his doorstep I realised how stupid this course of action really was. Why would he help me when no one else had? But the man I met when I opened the door was no longer the boy I met in school. He looked me over once and quickly escorted me inside. The cold Slytherin prince was showing me, a man tainted with werewolf blood, kindness. When everywhere in the realms of good I had met hatred and scorn.
He didn't ask any questions he just showed me where I could wash up, he gave me a new set of cloths and the first real meal I had had in months. Finally we were sitting opposite each other in his study. His eyes on me silently asking why I was there. I told him everything, his eyes hardened slightly when I mentioned you, it was only later once I had become an honorary Death Eater that I learned why. He nodded slowly when I had finished. I asked him why he had helped me and I will never no matter how long I live forget the answer he gave. 'The dammed have to stick together.' I knew from that moment I was with the people I belonged to. The dammed, that was exactly what I was but suddenly it didn't feel so bad. At least now I knew I belonged. And why did Lucius accept me so readily. Well I guess he knew I would never betray him. I mean there was not a soul in the world that I could go to. So Lucius accepted me into his family, I am Draco's godfather. Did you know that?
Months later we received world that perhaps the Dark Lord wasn't as dead as he was rumoured to be. And the only ones that could tell us the truth, the Longbottoms. And can you guess what happened next. I had to repay Lucius somehow. And what better way is there than to help bring back his lord, my lord now. So I helped them track down the Longbottoms and once we found them I joined in the attack. And it was I who cast the dark mark it the sky that night. I was finally a Death Eater.
I spent the years that followed at the Malfoy estate. Training young Draco in the Dark Arts, it had always been my specially. Thought before I had pretended it was really defence. When Draco was 13 I got a letter from Dumbledore. By this time I knew of all his deceit and I was oh so tempted to tell him to go to hell but Lucius persuaded me to accept the DADA position. That way I could continue my training of Draco and keep an eye on Sal. I saw how Sal was being manipulated by the muggle loving fools but there was nothing I could all I could do was keep him safe. When I learned that you were not the traitor everyone had assumed I was going to go my lord but I saw how Sal trusted you, something he would never do if you were favoured by our lord. He understands why I did what I did and has forgiven me. And the next year I spent in the Malfoy estate, helping to plan the dark lords Rebirth. Do you honestly believe that Pettigrew had any part in it?" Remus took a deep breath and stared at his friend. Sirius stared at the ground for a couple of minutes trying to take in what his friend had just told him. Slowly he lifted his eyes and smiled broadly.
"Always dammed." Si whispered. The words should have sounded bitter but to the two Death Eaters they were a comfort. Always dammed meant always belonging and that was either of them really wanted.
Authors note: Thanx for all the reviews. ( I tried to justify why Remus didn't turn in Wormtail but I just can't dam. So I am just leaving it saying that he didn't turn him in. sorry for this rather major hole in the plot. But everything else fits doesn't it? If you see any inconsistencies please tell me Thanx. Luv Hunter
Sal swaggered into the great hall for breakfast at his side Draco sauntered along. Sal winked at a couple of girls who were staring before putting his arm around his lover. Oh how he loved to play with their emotions. Across the hall he spotted his mother all alone at breakfast, for once. He released Draco and went over to her.
"It is a shame to see such a pretty lady sitting alone." He said loud enough for a couple of Gryffindor's who had managed to get themselves up for breakfast. Ginny looked nervously at the table.
"Thank you." She murmured.
"I am sorry I couldn't make it to our study 'date'. But some urgent family business came up."
"It's ok. I don't mind."
"No I really am sorry; I have to make it up to you somehow."
"You don't have to. It is ok really."
"No. I insist. How about you come at sit with me for breakfast. No one should have to sit alone." He smirked at a lonely Hufflepuff as he said it. Ginny nodded quickly. "Come with me then."
The pair made their way across to the Slytherin table.
"Hello all." He said addressing everyone at the table. "This is Ginny she is my friend and you will treat her with the same respect as you treat any of my other friends." The Slythern's present nodded in consent. Of course they would do as he said, he was the heir. Ginny and Sal sat down beside Draco.
They were having a fairly pleasant breakfast; Ginny was participating in the conversation without giving away her cover. All was going well, that is until a certain red head turned up.
"Ginny!" Ron bellowed. "What are doing sitting with the snakes." Some of the Slythern's were bristling at the comment. But Sal just laughed and hissed at the weasel.
"Thank you." Sal added cheerily. The rest of the table erupted in laughter. Ron looked like he was about to explode with anger.
"You fucking piece of death eater scum." He ground out between gritted teeth. Sal's eyes hardened and shone like emeralds. "Weasel you will be careful of what you say to me. I can not predict what my godfather would do to you if he heard how you insulted me." Ron paled slightly at the comment.
"But Snuffles wouldn't hurt anyone." Ron said trying to sound confident. Sal smiled wickedly.
"You are right of course. 'Snuffles' wouldn't hurt a fly but 'Sirius Black'" He paused for emphasis. "Wouldn't think twice before skinning you alive. Not that I would ever condone such an action." He added smiling mockingly. He didn't care that he had told everyone his uncle was a convicted criminal, he was sure they all knew anyway. Plus Si was with his father, No harm would come to him there. Sal turned his attention away from the shaking Weasel and smiled at the girl sitting next to him.
"It was nice talking to you but I am afraid I must be going. Ginny I will see you in the potions lab tonight at 8. I promise you that I will be there." Ginny nodded timidly while Ron spluttered in anger. Sal got to his feet at wandered out of the great hall.
And in his wake a wave of commotion broke out.
"Did you hear? Sirius Black is his godfather."
"I thought he was gay but he was hitting on a girl, a Gryffindor no less."
Comment along these lines rang out across the great hall. Slowly Draco got to his feet, looking for all the world like the Ice Prince he was supposed to be. The hall fell into a hushed silence. His voice rang out though the entire hall.
"You heard right Sirius Black is Harry Salazar Potter's godfather. But he was wrongly accused of murder. He is no way betrayed Harry's parents. And Peter Pettigrew is most defiantly alive." With that he stalked from the hall his robes billowing around him. Draco smirked 'take that Dumbledore. Your lies are unravelling around you.' He thought to himself.
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Sirius Black stood on a balcony in the Riddle mansion. He inhaled deeply on his cigarette. A Wizarding one of course, same effects as the muggle variety but none of the lung disease. He was smiling broadly. This was where he belonged. Things were finally going the way he wanted them to and it felt great. He heard soft footsteps behind him. He turned slowly as was met with the amber eyes of Remus Lupin.
"Remie?" Si gasped, it was the only marauder that Si could stand while at school, He might have even called him a friend. But for one slight problem Remie was unwaveringly on the side of light. Or that was what Si had been lead to believe. But if that was the case what was he doing in the Riddle Mansion.
"Yeh Si, it's me." He said clearly enjoying the look of confusion on his friends face.
"What. How. Why are you here?" Si said as if unsure as to what question he should be asking.
"Well it's a fairly long story."
"Don't worry I have all the time in the world." Remie cocked his head to one side and sat down on the edge of the balcony.
"I had always been brought up to believe in light and dark. Light was good and Dark was bad. That was the end of story. Then one day I had an accident and poor little old me was attacked be a werewolf. And I was turned into something that the world deemed bad. My parents were ashamed of me the said I was bad, that I was dark and that I had to hide what I was at all costs. And of course I did what they said. I didn't want to be bad; I wanted so very much to be good. Because the bad people always got beaten, the good always triumphed. I wanted to be on the winning side, my parents had always told me that good always won.
So I came to Hogwarts this belief foremost in my mind. And everything that I saw while I was their seemed to reinforce this belief. Gryffindor's were good, Slythern's were bad. And all my friends were good. Or so I thought. As I grew older I became painfully aware of the worlds view of werewolves, that they were all scum, that they were all evil. But I wasn't evil I kept telling myself. Finally we graduated and I tried to find a job but who would hire a werewolf, not a fucking soul. So I grew bitter, I wasn't bad yet I was treated like it. It just wasn't fair.
Then the world was in uproar Voldemort had been killed. And you were thrown into Azkaban for treason and murder. You were branded a Death Eater. And of course I believed it, the entire world did. But it set me thinking. If my friend was a Death Eater, one of the very few people who had ever shown me kindness, maybe it wasn't so bad after all. I mean, look how the supposed good people ad treated me. But I didn't go any further it was left as an idle though for a couple of weeks. That was until I was arrested by Aurors for being a follower of Voldemort, and their evidence, the fact that I was a werewolf. I was put into Azkaban until my trial that alone cause me more harm than my curse ever did. But at least I got a trial. And under veritaserum I told that that I had never preformed any activity so they had to let me go.
Little did they know that it was they who made me turn to the Death Eaters. If I thought it was difficult to get employment before after the accusation it became impossible. I had no money, no shelter, no hope. There was only one place I could turn. To the snakes. I sought out our dear Lucius. The only one I could back on being a Death Eater. I finally tracked down the impressive Malfoy estate as I stood on his doorstep I realised how stupid this course of action really was. Why would he help me when no one else had? But the man I met when I opened the door was no longer the boy I met in school. He looked me over once and quickly escorted me inside. The cold Slytherin prince was showing me, a man tainted with werewolf blood, kindness. When everywhere in the realms of good I had met hatred and scorn.
He didn't ask any questions he just showed me where I could wash up, he gave me a new set of cloths and the first real meal I had had in months. Finally we were sitting opposite each other in his study. His eyes on me silently asking why I was there. I told him everything, his eyes hardened slightly when I mentioned you, it was only later once I had become an honorary Death Eater that I learned why. He nodded slowly when I had finished. I asked him why he had helped me and I will never no matter how long I live forget the answer he gave. 'The dammed have to stick together.' I knew from that moment I was with the people I belonged to. The dammed, that was exactly what I was but suddenly it didn't feel so bad. At least now I knew I belonged. And why did Lucius accept me so readily. Well I guess he knew I would never betray him. I mean there was not a soul in the world that I could go to. So Lucius accepted me into his family, I am Draco's godfather. Did you know that?
Months later we received world that perhaps the Dark Lord wasn't as dead as he was rumoured to be. And the only ones that could tell us the truth, the Longbottoms. And can you guess what happened next. I had to repay Lucius somehow. And what better way is there than to help bring back his lord, my lord now. So I helped them track down the Longbottoms and once we found them I joined in the attack. And it was I who cast the dark mark it the sky that night. I was finally a Death Eater.
I spent the years that followed at the Malfoy estate. Training young Draco in the Dark Arts, it had always been my specially. Thought before I had pretended it was really defence. When Draco was 13 I got a letter from Dumbledore. By this time I knew of all his deceit and I was oh so tempted to tell him to go to hell but Lucius persuaded me to accept the DADA position. That way I could continue my training of Draco and keep an eye on Sal. I saw how Sal was being manipulated by the muggle loving fools but there was nothing I could all I could do was keep him safe. When I learned that you were not the traitor everyone had assumed I was going to go my lord but I saw how Sal trusted you, something he would never do if you were favoured by our lord. He understands why I did what I did and has forgiven me. And the next year I spent in the Malfoy estate, helping to plan the dark lords Rebirth. Do you honestly believe that Pettigrew had any part in it?" Remus took a deep breath and stared at his friend. Sirius stared at the ground for a couple of minutes trying to take in what his friend had just told him. Slowly he lifted his eyes and smiled broadly.
"Always dammed." Si whispered. The words should have sounded bitter but to the two Death Eaters they were a comfort. Always dammed meant always belonging and that was either of them really wanted.
Authors note: Thanx for all the reviews. ( I tried to justify why Remus didn't turn in Wormtail but I just can't dam. So I am just leaving it saying that he didn't turn him in. sorry for this rather major hole in the plot. But everything else fits doesn't it? If you see any inconsistencies please tell me Thanx. Luv Hunter