Title: Golden Boys
Author: Seadragon
Genre: Action/Adventure/Romance/Humor
Rating: Pg-13
Warning: Contains slash. Also abuse, death, foul language. Don't like it, don't read it.
Summary: The two voices faded into the blackness, along with their owners, who had unknowingly just decided the fate of two people. It was a scary thing, to think that your life could be changed before you were even born. But it was done, and now they could only wait.
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Chapter 2: Beatings and Bruises
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Somewhere far North...
Adrian Cavail was striding around the Castle of Durmstrang. On either side of him, Marshall Cavail, Lucius Malfoy, Severus Snape, and Evert Prayten followed him. These five, they were in charge here. Anyone else had better watch out. So, they were striding down the upper northwest corridor. They had the upper northwest, the middle northwest, the lower northwest, and the northwest dungeon, as well as all the same for northeast. They were, no doubt, planning their next act of terror on one Sirius Black.
And then he tripped...
The penalty for tripping a Cavail was fierce. Unless, unless you were one Sirius Black. Then, it was horrendous, if you could catch him. All five looked down. At their feet, was Sirius Black. He had no friends here, he didn't fit in. At all. He was accepted into Hogwarts. And he had wanted to go. And that, that was a terrible crime. Of course, his parents had tried to keep it hushed up when he had come to Durmstrang, but like all nasty secrets, it was soon common knowledge.
Add that to the fact that he didn't bow to them, and you had public enemy number one. Usually, he was nowhere to be found, in some secret room. But now, he was sprawled, unconscious, in the upper northwest corridor, perfectly positioned to trip someone. And that someone just happened to be a Cavail.
Adrian Cavail straightened up and glared at the unconscious Black. The other four wordlessly formed a loose circle around him.
"ENEVERATE!"
The aforementioned Sirius Black blinked once, twice, three times... And jumped to his feet. He gripped his wand tightly, so tightly that red and gold sparks started shooting out the end and resting on the six seventh years. Sirius looked at the five boys who were most feared at Durmstrang. Feared by all, but him that is. He treated their hate with a mocking sort of appreciation. He certainly didn't give a shit what they said, but knew they could most definitely beat him at the present moment. After all, you would have to be James Potter to beat five people at once!
But Sirius didn't know this. And neither did they. Which is really to bad, because they would find out soon enough. Actually, none of them really knew who James Potter was. Except that he was the son of the Minister of Magic, and the most powerful wizard, or witch for that matter, in history.
But they didn't know him. And really, it was their loss. Because, maybe, just maybe, they could have prepared themselves for the massacre that would be theirs in about six months. But not likely. But before we forget, back to the upper northwest corridor, where a severe Sirius bashing was about to take place...
"Pay time for all the hell you've given us for the past seven years Black."
Well, he was surrounded, and it didn't look like they were going to let him go anytime soon. Sirius wasn't sure how he knew that. Maybe it was the way they were glaring at him, the way they had him backed against a wall, or maybe, it was the way Adrian Cavail had his wand raised, and pointed straight at his heart. But all in all, Sirius didn't know how he knew, because for a moment, he didn't know anything at all.
And at about that time, two owls took flight from the exact same place, the exact same time, in exact opposite directions. A few things were about to change forever, if, that is, they lived long enough...
Author: Seadragon
Genre: Action/Adventure/Romance/Humor
Rating: Pg-13
Warning: Contains slash. Also abuse, death, foul language. Don't like it, don't read it.
Summary: The two voices faded into the blackness, along with their owners, who had unknowingly just decided the fate of two people. It was a scary thing, to think that your life could be changed before you were even born. But it was done, and now they could only wait.
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Chapter 2: Beatings and Bruises
-----
Somewhere far North...
Adrian Cavail was striding around the Castle of Durmstrang. On either side of him, Marshall Cavail, Lucius Malfoy, Severus Snape, and Evert Prayten followed him. These five, they were in charge here. Anyone else had better watch out. So, they were striding down the upper northwest corridor. They had the upper northwest, the middle northwest, the lower northwest, and the northwest dungeon, as well as all the same for northeast. They were, no doubt, planning their next act of terror on one Sirius Black.
And then he tripped...
The penalty for tripping a Cavail was fierce. Unless, unless you were one Sirius Black. Then, it was horrendous, if you could catch him. All five looked down. At their feet, was Sirius Black. He had no friends here, he didn't fit in. At all. He was accepted into Hogwarts. And he had wanted to go. And that, that was a terrible crime. Of course, his parents had tried to keep it hushed up when he had come to Durmstrang, but like all nasty secrets, it was soon common knowledge.
Add that to the fact that he didn't bow to them, and you had public enemy number one. Usually, he was nowhere to be found, in some secret room. But now, he was sprawled, unconscious, in the upper northwest corridor, perfectly positioned to trip someone. And that someone just happened to be a Cavail.
Adrian Cavail straightened up and glared at the unconscious Black. The other four wordlessly formed a loose circle around him.
"ENEVERATE!"
The aforementioned Sirius Black blinked once, twice, three times... And jumped to his feet. He gripped his wand tightly, so tightly that red and gold sparks started shooting out the end and resting on the six seventh years. Sirius looked at the five boys who were most feared at Durmstrang. Feared by all, but him that is. He treated their hate with a mocking sort of appreciation. He certainly didn't give a shit what they said, but knew they could most definitely beat him at the present moment. After all, you would have to be James Potter to beat five people at once!
But Sirius didn't know this. And neither did they. Which is really to bad, because they would find out soon enough. Actually, none of them really knew who James Potter was. Except that he was the son of the Minister of Magic, and the most powerful wizard, or witch for that matter, in history.
But they didn't know him. And really, it was their loss. Because, maybe, just maybe, they could have prepared themselves for the massacre that would be theirs in about six months. But not likely. But before we forget, back to the upper northwest corridor, where a severe Sirius bashing was about to take place...
"Pay time for all the hell you've given us for the past seven years Black."
Well, he was surrounded, and it didn't look like they were going to let him go anytime soon. Sirius wasn't sure how he knew that. Maybe it was the way they were glaring at him, the way they had him backed against a wall, or maybe, it was the way Adrian Cavail had his wand raised, and pointed straight at his heart. But all in all, Sirius didn't know how he knew, because for a moment, he didn't know anything at all.
And at about that time, two owls took flight from the exact same place, the exact same time, in exact opposite directions. A few things were about to change forever, if, that is, they lived long enough...