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Sirius talks
Summary: basically, Sirius's talk with Dumbledore. Another ficlet.grrr.promise I'll put up a really long one soon, but until than I'm filling in sirius's pov.
Sirius Black was bound and gagged on the floor. He was stunned and petrified, constrained in any and every way known to magic. There was no chance of escape. He started to wonder if it'd be worth it to try. A year ago it would not have, but now it'd be almost worth it. They couldn't really do anything more to him anyway. He took in a sharp breath as his side reminded him why he couldn't move. There was blood on the floor beside him, and he tasted something metallic in his mouth. He could almost feel the boot kicking him again, smell it. It really wasn't necessary to seal his eyes.
Suddenly there were voices. This was it. He bit his lip hard enough to cause more blood flow. He could hear them, feel them. One locked the door. This is it. He started taking deep breaths, knowing each one could be his last. Everything went tense as he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Somehow I've always wondered why." Said a gentle voice which Sirius recognized as Dumbledore's. "You always seemed loyal. Why did you do it, Sirius?" There were sounds of spells breaking. Soon Sirius could talk and move a little. Almost immediately , he started weighing the pros and cons of talking to Dumbledore. They really couldn't do anything more to him, but there was always a chance of someone believing him.
"I didn't." he said, getting up while trying to ignore the pain radiating from his side. "How long do we have?"
Dumbledore pointed to the clock which had stopped. He was actually smiling, waiting for Sirius to start.
With a deep breath, Sirus started, all the while looking at the floor. Hid story started when he was young and went through to the present. Dumbledore let him talk himself through without a word. Sirius lifted his eyes to Dumbledore at the end and looked for a reaction. Sirius waited until he had the older wizard's gaze and repeated his initial statement. "I didn't."
"Okay." Said Dumbledore softly, not breaking the gaze. They sat in silence for what seemed an eternity. "You know that I cannot overturn your sentence."
It was his last chance slipping away, "I know." He said, hanging his head. Dumbledore watched him for awhile. This was becoming a new area for him. He had always worked with the ministry, even if he didn't always agree with the minister, but here it was, Fudge refusing to even think about Sirius being innocent after all, and Sirius had not acted it. It was a gray area. As the man in front of him lowered his eyes again and sat back in the chair, he started looking for answers in Sirius's face. He had a black eye and some scratches, a small bruise on the side of his neck which looked to be from a wand pressing against it. His eyes told his story though. They were deep and haunted, tormented and starved for more than food. There were faint scars on his chest and torso that could be seen in the cut parts of his gray robes. Dumbledore sighed as he noticed that he could see almost every bone in Sirius's body. Slowly, his eyes turned to the hands clamped together on Sirius's lap. The wrists were littered with scars, new and barely visible.
Slowly, Dumbledore took Sirius's hand and looked into his dark eyes, "I have a plan"
"To do what?" asked Sirius, still in his reverie. Than it dawned on him, "You believe me?"
"Yes, but you must know that I cannot get you free. I can only help you escape and go into hiding."
Black eyes flew up, "You're going to help me?"
"Yes, I have every reason to believe that the ministry has made a terrible mistake. Now, you must listen to me. I am putting my entire faith into you. You must realize that if I have any reason to suspect that you've lied to me tonight, I will end my help. I am doing this out of faith, despite past experience. You know that this is out of character for me. You also know that you are a risk in yourself." There it was- the truth. It had finally come out. As much as Sirius knew it, it still hurt. It still dug into his bones and dreams every night like a needle.
"I understand, and I don't think I'll take you up on your offer. It's never going to end, and I'm tired of it. Why don't you give me the stuff in the black bottle in your left pocket. That's all I want now. It's best for both me and Harry, trust me." In the left pocket of Dumbledore's robes there was a deadly serum. It had always been there, and Sirius had seen him administer it once.
Dumbledore's gaze turned hard, "I will not help you to loose you. You know that it makes no logistical sense. If I help you, I trust that you will help me." Sirius nodded slowly. "Since the aurors work for Fudge who will never believe me, I'll need some help."
"I don't know if I can do what you want anymore." Sirius interjected.
"You did advanced magic tonight if I am not much mistaken." Nod. "You've also seen things and done things. I won't ask all of my questions from years ago now, but I do have one."
"Okay." He really wasn't supposed to talk about his time as an auror, but what could they do to him more? There was no point in him keeping his promise to them when they'd denied him working for them.
"The theory of magical lives' powers was yours. You're not surprised Harry lived. Did you tell Lily and James your theory before they died? If you did, it worked. If not, something else happened."
Sirius was trying to remember his words of thirteen years ago. He locked his eyes with the Headmaster's and started to speak slowly, "Yes, I told them. I told them a few days before their deaths. I felt it stupid not to. Harry was, is, my godson, and I wanted to at least try."
"Can it be broken? Did you tell Peter about it?"
"Peter was there when we discussed it. If somehow Voldemort got Harry's blood in him, he would become immune to it, but this is a theory. There are other ways, thousands, that things could go sour."
"I'll discuss this further with you. Don't worry. I have a plan. Just try to take care of yourself." With that, he left.
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Sirius talks
Summary: basically, Sirius's talk with Dumbledore. Another ficlet.grrr.promise I'll put up a really long one soon, but until than I'm filling in sirius's pov.
Sirius Black was bound and gagged on the floor. He was stunned and petrified, constrained in any and every way known to magic. There was no chance of escape. He started to wonder if it'd be worth it to try. A year ago it would not have, but now it'd be almost worth it. They couldn't really do anything more to him anyway. He took in a sharp breath as his side reminded him why he couldn't move. There was blood on the floor beside him, and he tasted something metallic in his mouth. He could almost feel the boot kicking him again, smell it. It really wasn't necessary to seal his eyes.
Suddenly there were voices. This was it. He bit his lip hard enough to cause more blood flow. He could hear them, feel them. One locked the door. This is it. He started taking deep breaths, knowing each one could be his last. Everything went tense as he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Somehow I've always wondered why." Said a gentle voice which Sirius recognized as Dumbledore's. "You always seemed loyal. Why did you do it, Sirius?" There were sounds of spells breaking. Soon Sirius could talk and move a little. Almost immediately , he started weighing the pros and cons of talking to Dumbledore. They really couldn't do anything more to him, but there was always a chance of someone believing him.
"I didn't." he said, getting up while trying to ignore the pain radiating from his side. "How long do we have?"
Dumbledore pointed to the clock which had stopped. He was actually smiling, waiting for Sirius to start.
With a deep breath, Sirus started, all the while looking at the floor. Hid story started when he was young and went through to the present. Dumbledore let him talk himself through without a word. Sirius lifted his eyes to Dumbledore at the end and looked for a reaction. Sirius waited until he had the older wizard's gaze and repeated his initial statement. "I didn't."
"Okay." Said Dumbledore softly, not breaking the gaze. They sat in silence for what seemed an eternity. "You know that I cannot overturn your sentence."
It was his last chance slipping away, "I know." He said, hanging his head. Dumbledore watched him for awhile. This was becoming a new area for him. He had always worked with the ministry, even if he didn't always agree with the minister, but here it was, Fudge refusing to even think about Sirius being innocent after all, and Sirius had not acted it. It was a gray area. As the man in front of him lowered his eyes again and sat back in the chair, he started looking for answers in Sirius's face. He had a black eye and some scratches, a small bruise on the side of his neck which looked to be from a wand pressing against it. His eyes told his story though. They were deep and haunted, tormented and starved for more than food. There were faint scars on his chest and torso that could be seen in the cut parts of his gray robes. Dumbledore sighed as he noticed that he could see almost every bone in Sirius's body. Slowly, his eyes turned to the hands clamped together on Sirius's lap. The wrists were littered with scars, new and barely visible.
Slowly, Dumbledore took Sirius's hand and looked into his dark eyes, "I have a plan"
"To do what?" asked Sirius, still in his reverie. Than it dawned on him, "You believe me?"
"Yes, but you must know that I cannot get you free. I can only help you escape and go into hiding."
Black eyes flew up, "You're going to help me?"
"Yes, I have every reason to believe that the ministry has made a terrible mistake. Now, you must listen to me. I am putting my entire faith into you. You must realize that if I have any reason to suspect that you've lied to me tonight, I will end my help. I am doing this out of faith, despite past experience. You know that this is out of character for me. You also know that you are a risk in yourself." There it was- the truth. It had finally come out. As much as Sirius knew it, it still hurt. It still dug into his bones and dreams every night like a needle.
"I understand, and I don't think I'll take you up on your offer. It's never going to end, and I'm tired of it. Why don't you give me the stuff in the black bottle in your left pocket. That's all I want now. It's best for both me and Harry, trust me." In the left pocket of Dumbledore's robes there was a deadly serum. It had always been there, and Sirius had seen him administer it once.
Dumbledore's gaze turned hard, "I will not help you to loose you. You know that it makes no logistical sense. If I help you, I trust that you will help me." Sirius nodded slowly. "Since the aurors work for Fudge who will never believe me, I'll need some help."
"I don't know if I can do what you want anymore." Sirius interjected.
"You did advanced magic tonight if I am not much mistaken." Nod. "You've also seen things and done things. I won't ask all of my questions from years ago now, but I do have one."
"Okay." He really wasn't supposed to talk about his time as an auror, but what could they do to him more? There was no point in him keeping his promise to them when they'd denied him working for them.
"The theory of magical lives' powers was yours. You're not surprised Harry lived. Did you tell Lily and James your theory before they died? If you did, it worked. If not, something else happened."
Sirius was trying to remember his words of thirteen years ago. He locked his eyes with the Headmaster's and started to speak slowly, "Yes, I told them. I told them a few days before their deaths. I felt it stupid not to. Harry was, is, my godson, and I wanted to at least try."
"Can it be broken? Did you tell Peter about it?"
"Peter was there when we discussed it. If somehow Voldemort got Harry's blood in him, he would become immune to it, but this is a theory. There are other ways, thousands, that things could go sour."
"I'll discuss this further with you. Don't worry. I have a plan. Just try to take care of yourself." With that, he left.
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