A/N: Er, yeah. Just some little ditty as to why Siri hates the Malfoys. Read and…try to enjoy.
Disclaimer: If I owned these people, do you think I'd be anywhere near this site?
Warnings: rape insinuated
Side Story Three: Mommy Dearest
The silence unnerved me. I had never really been one for the peaceful solitude that so many of my peers seemed to love. I'm not entirely sure why I've always needed noise; maybe something happened when I was younger that I can't remember.
It's odd, though. You wouldn't think it would be the silence that had me on edge. I was chained to a wall in a dungeon I had never seen before. The walls were a dismal gray color and, for some unknown reason (though it was most likely a charm), the walls didn't absorb my body heat, and instead stayed cold as ice. And hanging next to me, tattered robe still hanging onto its body, was a human skeleton. I had no doubts that it was real. The mingled scents of blood and vomit hung in the air, coming most strongly from the bones hanging beside me.
But none of that bothered me. I just couldn't take the silence
Thankfully enough, it was soon to end. Just as I was about to experience my first nervous breakdown (which, at the risk of sounding insane, I must say would be rather interesting), the door to my cell opened. I recognized the person silhouetted immediately—you couldn't be a pureblood without knowing what the family looked like. Silver-blond hair, too-expensive robes…I was in the dungeon of Malfoy Manor.
"I see you've finally woken up," the Malfoy drawled as he moved closer to me. A torch lit up, and I got a closer look at him. Judging by his apparent youth, he must have been the younger one. So this would be Lucius.
"I've noticed," I drawl back dryly.
He ignored me. He seemed more intent on practically undressing me with his eyes. I was by no means a shy person, especially not about my body, but that gaze made even me feel indecent and uncomfortable.
"Severus was right," Lucius murmured softly, raising his hand to hold my chin firmly in place so that I had no choice but to look into his cold eyes. "You are an extremely handsome boy. And that body! You're a Beater on the Quidditch team, are you not? It's so easy to tell with your build."
"Sod off, Malfoy," I spat at him. Maybe it wasn't the smartest thing to say when chained to a wall, but you have to admit that it was typical of me.
"And you have your mother's temper, I see," he continued, apparently not minding my little outburst at all. "Oh, but I could have so much fun with you…."
"Don't count on it," I snarled, horrified at the implications of what he just said.
"But you wouldn't have a choice," he whispered in my ear, and I couldn't resist shivering at his proximity. Now, don't get me wrong—I wasn't sick enough to be so much as considering anything sexual about him, but nobody can be so close to a Malfoy and not react.
"I wouldn't bet on that," I whispered back to him, determinedly ignoring the betrayal of my body. "No matter what spell you cast on me, I would never yield to you."
"Who said I was going to use magic?" he whispered silkily. His face was now mere centimeters from my own, and I could feel his breath flowing across my lips as he spoke. I licked my lips nervously.
"What are you talking about? I would never…there's no way…" I stuttered out uncertainly, and tried desperately to back away as Lucius chuckled softly.
"Isn't it obvious?" he whispered, and before I knew it, his lips were pressed harshly against mine. I gasped despite myself, and shivered slightly has his tongue teasingly entered my mouth. I'll admit that it was amazing; his lips were surprisingly warm against my own, and I could taste chocolate as he explored my mouth enthusiastically. A soft whimper escaped from me as I felt his hand suddenly caressing my chest, and my eyes fluttered closes against my will. It had to have been the most mind-blowing kiss I had received in my life, too hard to understand unless you have been kissed by a Malfoy yourself.
But it was over soon, and he pulled away slowly. My eyes remained closed even after all contact with his body was gone, and I gulped in the air greedily.
"No choice, and no magic," Lucius laughed. My eyes snapped open immediately, and I sent the darkest glare at him I could. I didn't trust myself to speak just then.
Not that I would have had a chance too.
"Stop playing with him, Lucius," a feminine voice laughed. "I would like to speak with my son, if you don't mind."
I gaped openly at the woman that entered. She was tell and slim, black hair flowing over her shoulders, and a pair of familiar eyes staring at me from her face. I knew those eyes like the back of my hand…because they were my own.
"M-mum?" I asked disbelievingly. It simply wasn't possible that my mother could have been there talking to me just then, because she hadn't been seen since she and my father had divorced. But those eyes…there was no denying that her eyes were the same as my own.
"Is something wrong, Sirius, dear?" my mother asked softly, a smug smirk on her face. "I imagine you are very surprised to see me. After all, I haven't been seen in…oh, how many years has it been? Nine, ten?"
"Ten years," I tell her coldly. "Ten years since you left father and I, because we didn't hold up to your grand expectations! Well, forgive us for showing some sign of intelligence, unlike you, you close-minded old bitch!" Definitely not smart, as I soon found out when she smacked me soundly across the face. It hurt like hell, and there was actually blood in my mouth…but I would not allow her the satisfaction of knowing that.
"Don't you dare talk to me like that, boy!" she told me calmly, not a hint of anger in her voice. But I could see the fury in her eyes, and wisely kept my mouth shut. "I brought you into this world, and I can take you out of it if I so please. Remember that the next time you feel like talking back to me! I had to put up with you and your pathetic father for five years, you're lucky I never decided to murder the two of you!"
I glared back at her furiously, but still didn't say anything. There really was nothing to say. If I was going to know what I was here for, she would tell me. It was that simple. At least, I hoped it was.
"That's better," she purred softly. "Now then, I'm sure you're wondering why you're here, aren't you?" She pauses, and I nod uncertainly. "Well, there can be only two outcomes from this, Sirius. Either you promise to join Voldemort, or we can send you back to Hogwarts, as an example. What do you say? You'll be a good boy, won't you?"
"Don't support any of your nutcase notions, lady. There is absolutely no way I would betray my friends! They care for me as I am, despite knowing that you gave birth to me. They can accept me, which is more than you and your pathetic mates could ever do!" I pause to take a deep breath, and glare into her eyes. Not quite mine, after all. There is no spark of life in her eyes, only death and anger. "Do whatever you want to me," I tell her, articulating every syllable perfectly, "because I will never submit to you or your master."
She stepped back a few paces, glaring furiously at me. For a split second, I thought I could see something akin to grief in them, but it is gone before I can be sure.
"So be it," she states coldly, pointing her wand at me. "Crucio!"
There was too much pain for me to put to words. There is absolutely no feeling that can compare to the feeling of being under the Cruciatus Curse, no way to tell you how it felt. But I can tell you this—I screamed like I had never screamed before in my life, was unable to hold back the sound no matter how hard I tried. It felt, to me, as if I had been under it for an eternity, but it could have been no longer than a few minutes. When she was finished, I was left panting and hanging limply in my chains. It was all I could do to pull myself back up and send another furious glare to her.
"Do what you want with him, Lucius," my mother said to the man that was standing by the door of the cell as she strutted swiftly by him. "Just be sure to leave him alive and in one piece, so we can send him back to his beloved friends."
"Thank you, my lady," Lucius drawls back to her. As the door slams behind her, he turns to me with a hungry look in his eyes. I gulp when he finally approaches me. "We're going to have a lot of fun, aren't we, Sirius?" he whispers seductively in my ear.
My eyes widen as I realize what he was going to do. But I am powerless to stop him—still reeling from the Cruciatus Curse and chained to the wall, there was nothing I could do to help myself. He presses back against me, stripping me of my clothes as he once again kisses me thoroughly. A whimper escapes me again, and I ineffectively try to pull myself away from him.
And there is only one way to describe the rest of my time in Malfoy Manor: it was absolute hell.
A/N: Eh…yeah. I assume you understand what I meant by absolute hell perfectly. …Yeah, you know what? I don't think I need to say anything else. ::promptly hides herself from the Sirius fanclub mob::