Suicide Solution.

Disclaimer: see all previous chapters

AN: if you like Dark stories then I strongly recommend that you go to this link (minus the spaces of course) It is very very dark and deals with a suicidal Harry. It is also a Severitus challenge piece.

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Chapter 53

Back at the Cleveland manor Severus and Cercis were no longer shouting. Instead they had settled for sitting opposite one another and both were waiting for the other to start The Talk.

They had been sitting in silence for almost half an hour now, and Severus' patience was wearing thin.

"Cercis." He began finally, Cercis remained stoic, and not looking like anything had changed. "I only want to ask you one thing." Severus folded his hands together and rested them on the table they were sitting at.

Cercis didn't answer. He just stared at his father. Severus took a breath then continued. "Cercis why do you self harm?"

"I like pain."

"When did you start?"

Cercis glared, "So much for 'one thing', can't you count?"

Severus glared at his son. Then paused his train of thought. That still sounded weird to him.

"Cercis." He growled, "Answer the question!"

"What does it matter when I started?" he shot back defiantly.

"Fine don't tell me." He paused, he was beginning to come across whiney. "Is it because you are a masochist?"

"No."

Now Severus was confused. The boy liked pain but didn't consider himself a masochist. Which was the term for people who liked pain. Stupid boy.

"I am a sadomasochist." He stated. "I like pain, and I like causing people pain. But I am not a masochist. The Dark Lord is also a sadomasochist."

Severus thought for a moment. He wasn't wining this talk, and he was unlikely to get any completely straight answers out of the boy.

"How many times?" he asked, he would keep probing him for answers, eventually he would give up. I just hope he hasn't inherited Lily's stubbornness.

Cercis laughed bitterly, "That's like asking how many moon's a werewolf has been through. Remus may keep count, but I know that they all don't. Most would rather not know how many times they've ripped themselves apart. Or how many times they've had to lock themselves away month after month. Killing themselves slowly a little bit more day by day, night by night. It rips them apart knowing that they are a monster. Wanting to bite, to scratch and to kill. For those who are gentle the rest of the month their animal instincts kill them faster then they do with their teeth and claws."

Cercis drifted off into his own mind thinking to the werewolf far away whom he was awaiting a reply from.

Severus watched as the boy talked himself deep into his thoughts. The boy gets stranger ever day. And he said the Remus keeps count. That's barbaric. Stupid werewolf.

"Cercis!" Cercis looked up from his thoughts.

"Hmm?"

Severus mentally shook his head, this was getting him nowhere. "Can you promise me that you wont do it again?"

Cercis blinked, "No,"

"Why not?"

"Because that promise would be broken every time Vo-The Dark Lord calls us."

"Then why did you take the mark?"

"It was apart of my plan father."

Now Severus was really confused. Plan? What plan? He's been planning? Why haven't I heard of this before now?

"You haven't heard about it because only myself and 4 other people know about it. But you will know in good time. But father I must ask you. You are you loyal to? Me, as your son or the Dark Lord as your brother?"

Before Severus could answer Cercis has stood and left the room.

Severus blinked, "Well that didn't go to well. Then again I'm still alive and not in pain. Bloody boy! Asking me something like that!"

Talking to yourself is the first sign of insanity you know. Said a voice in his head. Severus recognised it and scowled.

Shut up Blaise! Have you been listening the who time?

He could literally hear Blaise's grin. Yup. Me and Dray wanted to know what's up with Cercis. He's asked us whom we were loyal to too. But before you ask, no we won't tell you because it could influence your answer. And stop scowling the table wont set on fire that easily.

Severus didn't answer Blaise, who he felt withdraw from the back of his mind.

The feared Potion's Master of Hogwarts had a lot to think about. He stood and left the room, heading for his quarters in the manor.

"I need cognac." He muttered as he left the room.

~S~

AN: yes shorter then the old ones, but I couldn't drag it out any further. Cercis isn't going to talk and Severus can't scare him into talking anymore.

If you like Dark stories then I strongly recommend that you go to this link (minus the spaces of course) It is very very dark and deals with a suicidal Harry. It is also a Severitus challenge piece.

http :// www. fanfiction. net/ read. php? storyid =1759907