Chapter 3
Sirius spent his first session with Seamus answering what seemed to him both redundant and mundane. They discussed Sirius' childhood, his wizard training at Hogwarts, and his lengthy sentence in Azcaban. At first Sirius felt that his interrogator was graceful in his manner and gave him much tolerance on subjects which were difficult for Sirius to talk about. He even gave up on a few touchy issues that he knew Sirius would not be willing to answer.
All in all Seamus had been respectful, even kind in a way by offering Sirius some much needed food and drink. It all would have been a pleasant experience if not for the fact that Sirius was his prisoner and that fact was immediately apparent when their time was up and Seamus asked the guards to return Sirius to his cell. On his way back up the four hundred and forty four step Sirius started to already miss Seamus' company and found himself wanting the next session to begin.
Sirius was placed in his dark and cold cell to find that a thick blanket and full basket of hot food waiting behind the iron bars. After wrapping himself in the warm blanket, he sat cross legged and began to eat some of the best tasting nourishment he had since escaped the Dementors back in June.
"Do not be fooled by their generosity Black." Sirius heard Damian whisper from the darkness.
"The Council has only one motive and that is to force you into confessing to the crimes they falsely accuse you of."
"So we are on a last name basis now Malfoy?" Answered Sirius with a hint of sarcasm.
"Of course they are only tying to butter me up but how can I refuse this food when I haven't eaten right in weeks?"
As he continued to scarf down his meal, Sirius was starting to feel a little guilty for snapping at Damian but decided to keep his thoughts to himself for the time being.
"Here, have some Damian....there is more than enough and I am sure that you could stand to go to sleep with a full belly for a change."
Damian obliged and the two ate in silence until the entire basket was empty including a new bottle of rum which was supplied in addition to the food. This helped warm the two once again, even though Sirius had the blanket supplied which he was not about to offer to Damian.
That night Sirius had a very strange dream which caused him to have a restless night of sleep despite the alcohol. The dream kept repeating itself every time he would drift off. He dreamt that he was back in the forest riding on Buckbeak while being chased by the riders. Each time he would come to the clearing where his real life capture occurred, he could hear someone call out his name..
"Sirius...Sirius...Sirius!!!" It was a woman's voice.
Someone he was vaguely familiar with but could not place who the voice belonged to. When the time came for the riders to catch up with the two of them, he could wake up suddenly remembering only pieces of his dream. This was extremely disturbing being that he wanted so badly to remember who this woman was and why she was calling out to him. He finally decided not to fall back asleep but to sit and ponder the risk of escape and start his planning.
He sat for what seemed hours running plots through his mind 'Has anyone ever escaped from here before?'.....'How many captives are being held? ..It can't be just me and this decrepit and weak wizard.'....'Maybe I can start a revolt with help from the others?'..
..all these thoughts...
..all these possibilities to think about.
His biological clock told him that it was getting to be daytime soon and the guards would be back to escort him back down to the gold room, back down with Seamus. His mind suddenly made a complete turnaround.
'Seamus.....Seamus can help me.'
But he knew that was almost impossible because Seamus was one of them..
..One of the Druids...One of the Chritons..
..The Enemy!
Almost on schedule and only fifteen minutes after Sirius began obsessing over Seamus, the guards were at his iron bar door. The one with the shackles spoke with a commanding tone.
"You know the drill Mr. Black."
Before long the chains were around Sirius' wrists and the black seamless hood over his head. Down the four hundred forty four narrow steps as his nostrils were burning from the intense odor and stopping in front of the doorway which led to the interrogation room. The guard removed the hood and surprisingly also removed the chains. Sirius looked down at the halfling with a questionable expression.
"At the request of Mr. McCabe. He must really like you to allow the interview to be conducted in such a way. It is usually against the rules." The guard mentioned to Sirius.
The door was opened and both were there standing nearly three and a half feet tall was Seamus McCabe and Ryan McGlone.
"Please...Please have a seat Mr. Black." Shouted Seamus.
He motioned for the guard to leave and close the door behind him as all three men sat in the enormous gold room. Sirius was anxious to start the conversation as his heart felt like it was beating as fast as it would if he had run down the stairs to get there.
Sirius nodded his head in appreciation as he spoke.
"I wish to thank you both for the generous gifts that were in my cell when I returned after yesterday's meeting. The food was exquisite and the blanket kept away the shivers for the whole night." He said with a huge smile.
The two men looked at each other and turned back to Sirius with even bigger grins. It was Seamus who spoke in return.
"You are quite welcome Mr. Black. After our interview I felt compelled to return the favor after all the useful information you have given me to further my investigation."
Sirius was a little unsure about which information this was being that they only talked about his childhood and school life but he was pleased none the less.
The conversation was much of the same in today's session with a little more detail asked about the current Headmaster of Hogwarts and a few of the faculty including the Potions Master and Gameskeeper. Sirius was a little confused at why these two little men wanted to know about the Hogwarts teachers but found himself happy to help with the questioning.
He was asked where some of the classrooms were, how competent Hagrid was in his Groundskeeping duties, and if he was aware that the Triwizard Tournament was taking place the following year(which of course Sirius was not).
Most of the questioning went rather smoothly and Sirius gave completely honest answers to all of them except for holding back some of the information regarding Professor Dumbledor.
He was not willing to divulge the details to their relationship nor did he give any details of the inside of the Headmaster's office. The two Druids seemed pleased to be receiving so much information and Sirius was not sure why but he felt proud of himself in their satisfaction. The second session lasted only six hours and after Sirius was finished with his tea asked if he could return to his cell.
"Why certainly Mr. Black." Seamus replied with a nod. "All you need is ask. I was hoping that there might be a request on your part to make your stay with us a little more to your liking."
The Druid gave Sirius a curt little smile and sat in silence awaiting Sirius' response to this question.
"Actually everything is perfect Seamus, I appreciate your asking though." was all that came from Sirius.
The two Druids' smiles grew and Sirius was led from the chamber by the guard stopping only to put on the black hood then venture up the staircase. The sulfur odor didn't seem as strong this time and this made the trip back to his cell much more tolerable. When they finally reached the cell block Sirius noticed that the temperature, although still very cold warmed up a few degrees and he didn't even need the blanket to warm up. After a while the guard who had just deposited him in his cell returned with another basket full of food and another canteen of rum.
Sirius gave a short wave and began to eat his delicacies.
Sirius spent his first session with Seamus answering what seemed to him both redundant and mundane. They discussed Sirius' childhood, his wizard training at Hogwarts, and his lengthy sentence in Azcaban. At first Sirius felt that his interrogator was graceful in his manner and gave him much tolerance on subjects which were difficult for Sirius to talk about. He even gave up on a few touchy issues that he knew Sirius would not be willing to answer.
All in all Seamus had been respectful, even kind in a way by offering Sirius some much needed food and drink. It all would have been a pleasant experience if not for the fact that Sirius was his prisoner and that fact was immediately apparent when their time was up and Seamus asked the guards to return Sirius to his cell. On his way back up the four hundred and forty four step Sirius started to already miss Seamus' company and found himself wanting the next session to begin.
Sirius was placed in his dark and cold cell to find that a thick blanket and full basket of hot food waiting behind the iron bars. After wrapping himself in the warm blanket, he sat cross legged and began to eat some of the best tasting nourishment he had since escaped the Dementors back in June.
"Do not be fooled by their generosity Black." Sirius heard Damian whisper from the darkness.
"The Council has only one motive and that is to force you into confessing to the crimes they falsely accuse you of."
"So we are on a last name basis now Malfoy?" Answered Sirius with a hint of sarcasm.
"Of course they are only tying to butter me up but how can I refuse this food when I haven't eaten right in weeks?"
As he continued to scarf down his meal, Sirius was starting to feel a little guilty for snapping at Damian but decided to keep his thoughts to himself for the time being.
"Here, have some Damian....there is more than enough and I am sure that you could stand to go to sleep with a full belly for a change."
Damian obliged and the two ate in silence until the entire basket was empty including a new bottle of rum which was supplied in addition to the food. This helped warm the two once again, even though Sirius had the blanket supplied which he was not about to offer to Damian.
That night Sirius had a very strange dream which caused him to have a restless night of sleep despite the alcohol. The dream kept repeating itself every time he would drift off. He dreamt that he was back in the forest riding on Buckbeak while being chased by the riders. Each time he would come to the clearing where his real life capture occurred, he could hear someone call out his name..
"Sirius...Sirius...Sirius!!!" It was a woman's voice.
Someone he was vaguely familiar with but could not place who the voice belonged to. When the time came for the riders to catch up with the two of them, he could wake up suddenly remembering only pieces of his dream. This was extremely disturbing being that he wanted so badly to remember who this woman was and why she was calling out to him. He finally decided not to fall back asleep but to sit and ponder the risk of escape and start his planning.
He sat for what seemed hours running plots through his mind 'Has anyone ever escaped from here before?'.....'How many captives are being held? ..It can't be just me and this decrepit and weak wizard.'....'Maybe I can start a revolt with help from the others?'..
..all these thoughts...
..all these possibilities to think about.
His biological clock told him that it was getting to be daytime soon and the guards would be back to escort him back down to the gold room, back down with Seamus. His mind suddenly made a complete turnaround.
'Seamus.....Seamus can help me.'
But he knew that was almost impossible because Seamus was one of them..
..One of the Druids...One of the Chritons..
..The Enemy!
Almost on schedule and only fifteen minutes after Sirius began obsessing over Seamus, the guards were at his iron bar door. The one with the shackles spoke with a commanding tone.
"You know the drill Mr. Black."
Before long the chains were around Sirius' wrists and the black seamless hood over his head. Down the four hundred forty four narrow steps as his nostrils were burning from the intense odor and stopping in front of the doorway which led to the interrogation room. The guard removed the hood and surprisingly also removed the chains. Sirius looked down at the halfling with a questionable expression.
"At the request of Mr. McCabe. He must really like you to allow the interview to be conducted in such a way. It is usually against the rules." The guard mentioned to Sirius.
The door was opened and both were there standing nearly three and a half feet tall was Seamus McCabe and Ryan McGlone.
"Please...Please have a seat Mr. Black." Shouted Seamus.
He motioned for the guard to leave and close the door behind him as all three men sat in the enormous gold room. Sirius was anxious to start the conversation as his heart felt like it was beating as fast as it would if he had run down the stairs to get there.
Sirius nodded his head in appreciation as he spoke.
"I wish to thank you both for the generous gifts that were in my cell when I returned after yesterday's meeting. The food was exquisite and the blanket kept away the shivers for the whole night." He said with a huge smile.
The two men looked at each other and turned back to Sirius with even bigger grins. It was Seamus who spoke in return.
"You are quite welcome Mr. Black. After our interview I felt compelled to return the favor after all the useful information you have given me to further my investigation."
Sirius was a little unsure about which information this was being that they only talked about his childhood and school life but he was pleased none the less.
The conversation was much of the same in today's session with a little more detail asked about the current Headmaster of Hogwarts and a few of the faculty including the Potions Master and Gameskeeper. Sirius was a little confused at why these two little men wanted to know about the Hogwarts teachers but found himself happy to help with the questioning.
He was asked where some of the classrooms were, how competent Hagrid was in his Groundskeeping duties, and if he was aware that the Triwizard Tournament was taking place the following year(which of course Sirius was not).
Most of the questioning went rather smoothly and Sirius gave completely honest answers to all of them except for holding back some of the information regarding Professor Dumbledor.
He was not willing to divulge the details to their relationship nor did he give any details of the inside of the Headmaster's office. The two Druids seemed pleased to be receiving so much information and Sirius was not sure why but he felt proud of himself in their satisfaction. The second session lasted only six hours and after Sirius was finished with his tea asked if he could return to his cell.
"Why certainly Mr. Black." Seamus replied with a nod. "All you need is ask. I was hoping that there might be a request on your part to make your stay with us a little more to your liking."
The Druid gave Sirius a curt little smile and sat in silence awaiting Sirius' response to this question.
"Actually everything is perfect Seamus, I appreciate your asking though." was all that came from Sirius.
The two Druids' smiles grew and Sirius was led from the chamber by the guard stopping only to put on the black hood then venture up the staircase. The sulfur odor didn't seem as strong this time and this made the trip back to his cell much more tolerable. When they finally reached the cell block Sirius noticed that the temperature, although still very cold warmed up a few degrees and he didn't even need the blanket to warm up. After a while the guard who had just deposited him in his cell returned with another basket full of food and another canteen of rum.
Sirius gave a short wave and began to eat his delicacies.