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WARNING: SPANKING/ CP!

"Mommy! Mommy! Tom's hurting my doll!"

"I didn't even…", he was unable to finish his sentence when he saw Felicity pulling violently on her doll's hair, causing most of the hair to fall out.

What. The. Fuck.

Patty stormed into the room seconds later, her round face red with sweat, "what is going on now? I am trying to cook dinner, and your father…"

"He pulled Angeline's hair!", Felicity wailed, producing some fake tears, "I told him she is my favorite doll, the doll you gave to me for my first Christmas here, and he…he just grabbed her!"

"I didn't", he knew it was pointless though- Felicity had already gotten away with blaming him for throwing out her picture of Princess, and for soaking her pillow with water. Both of the things she had done herself, but Tom would never have expected her to go as far as mutilating her favorite doll just to get him in trouble.

Patty sighed, "Tom, why did you do that?"

"I didn't."

"You need to learn to treat your sister with more kindness, Tom", Patty went on, ignoring his remark, "I know this is an adjustment, but Angeline is Feli's favorite doll…now, how are we going to fix her hair? Could we glue it back on?"

Felicity's wails got louder, "glue it? We cannot glue her hair, Mommy! The other dolls will be laughing at her, and she will look like a freak!"

Before Patty could answer, Mike came into the room, and Tom immediately took a step back.

"Can't have five minutes of peace in my house to watchin' my game after workin' all damn day for you!", he hissed, a dark, dangerous glint in his eyes, "what's all the screaming now?"

"It's Angeline, Daddy!", Felicity sobbed, holding up the bald doll, "look at her! She's a freak!"

Mike's gaze instantly went over to Tom, "you done that?"

No.

"Ye…yes", he knew he'd get punished more if he said he didn't- for lying.

"Little tyrant, aren't you? Messin' with your little sister's favorite things?", he came closer, and Tom could smell the alcohol in his breath, "need another lesson with the strap, boy?"

Fuck no.

He stayed silent, and the man stepped even closer, grabbing him hard by the shoulders, "let's go. Spanking time."

Tom lowered his gaze, not wanting to see the smug smile on Felicity's face when he was dragged out of his bedroom. Mike took him down to the basement, he always did, and then he'd take the strap, tell him to lie on his stomach on the floor, and then he'd hit him until he got either bored or ran out of energy. Usually, it was the second thing. After he had enough, he threw the strap on the floor and leave Tom beaten and battered, ignoring his muffled sobs of pain.

He called it a spanking, and since Tom had never been spanked before, he assumed that this was how a spanking normally went. He never talked back or tried to get away from the pain, he just took it- he was the Dark Lord after all.

At first, he had not thought Patty and Mike would really believe Felicity over him- but after he had accused her of wetting her pillow herself, Mike had beaten him so badly he had not been able to sleep on his back for two nights. Since then, he kept his mouth shut.

It was humiliating to be afraid of a ten year old girl with blonde curls, but truth was, he was afraid of her- Felicity was a sociopath in the making, and he was dreading what she'd do next every morning when he woke up.

It also disturbed him to find out that she had told him the truth about having other brothers before him- there had been two of them, twelve year old Levin, who had stayed with them for only three days, just to be accused to be a thief and a liar by Felicity. He was now apparently happily living in another foster family. The other boy had been little Benny, seven years old. Felicity had clearly felt threatened by the boy being younger and cuter than her- he'd seen pictures of Benny- and after a month, Benny had gotten sent back to his orphanage for violent outbursts and extreme jealousy towards his sister.

Tom thought of all thought why he was curled into a ball on the cold floor of the basement, the strap coming down repeatedly on his back.

"Learned your lesson, Tom?", Mike now grunted, his speech already slurred. Tom knew it meant the hell was almost over- his father being too drunk to keep hitting him.

"Yes, I…I am sorry", he forced himself to say, his back bloody and burning with agony.

He could hear Mike grunt again, and then the strap fell down, telling him it was over. Mike instantly left, he never stayed to comfort him or anything, but Tom did not expect him to, either. He carefully got up, wincing when he made the first step. How he hated all of this…being accused of shit he had not done at a constant basis, and being in fucking pain all the time. He would be able to enjoy life here a lot more if freaky Felicity did not have to ruin everything for him.

Weeks ago, he'd simply kill her- or torture her to death. Problem was, he was not as strong as he wished, and besides, Patty and Mike rarely ever left them alone together. The only way to get rid of the damn girl was to make it look like an accident, but so far, he'd been in too much pain and had been too angry to make a plan.

Dinner that night was quiet- Mike had secluded himself to the television, and Patty tried to make conversation, but only Felicity responded to her blabbering.

Princess was howling outside in the rain, Mike had complained about the barking again until Patty had finally agreed to let the dog stay out in the yard from now on, and Tom felt a pang of sympathy for the animal, knowing Princess was just as unwanted here as he was.

Felicity thankfully left him alone the next few days, allowing the welts on his back to heal. They both went to a Muggle school close to their house, and even though Tom hated the lessons, it gave him much needed away time from his sociopathic sister.

He always dawdled as much as he could on the way back home, and today was no difference. He had been living with Patty and Mike for about a week now, hating it more and more every day. Patty was nothing but a doormat, catering to Mike's and Felicity's every wish, serving on them like she was the maid, and Mike was a violent, selfish alcoholic. He did not care to spend any time with his family, all he cared about was the television- another useless Muggle invention that sucked the intelligence right out of anyone- and Felicity was a spoiled, cruel little lunatic.

Something was different when he made it back to the house today, he could hear Felicity squealing with happiness, and Patty was laughing, and he could hear barking- more barking than usual.

"Tom, look! I finally got Princess today!", Felicity screeched at him as soon as he had walked through the door. She always acted like they were best buddies when her parents were around, which was nauseating in itself.

The girl held up a tiny chocolate brown lab puppy, "isn't she perfect?"

"Yeah, very cute", Tom mumbled, not caring the slightest about Felicity's newest toy, "is she going to stay outside, too?"

Felicity made a sound like a snort, "outside? Princess is going to stay in my room with me! Mommy bought her a cute little bed, and she will sleep right next to me and keep all the bad dreams away!"

You need more than a puppy for that- you need an exorcist.

Felicity went on and on about Princess, all while the first Princess was stuck outside in the yard, trying to get a glance inside by jumping up the window.

Tom felt sorry for the dog- it was obvious that he had been pushed aside for a cuter, smaller version of himself, and it made him wonder how long it would take until they would get rid of him, too.

"Scipius, wait!"

Sirius turned around, inwardly rolling his eyes when he spotted Dennis Creevey, his new classmate in first grade, "I'm really busy, I…"

"Is it true?", Dennis interrupted him, his voice as excited as always, "is he…really teaching you? The Prince?"

"The Ice Prince", Sirius corrected sourly, "yeah, it's true."

Dennis' eyes went wide, "wow, that's so cool! I mean…he's a real Prince, and…and his parents are the Kings!"

Tell me something I don't know.

"How is it?", Dennis now asked, trying to whisper but failing, "he's super smart, right? I heard he's the best Legilimens in the whole country!"

Sirius sighed, wishing he could tell Dennis the truth- but he couldn't. Aurelius would know, like he always fucking knew.

"I gotta go, can't let him wait", he mumbled, and Dennis gasped, "are you…you are meeting him right now?", he sounded like he was about to freak out, "can I please come with you? Just to say hi? Please?"

"He needs to concentrate before we…do stuff. But…I'll tell him you said hi", Sirius lied, wanting nothing more than this conversation to be over. Dennis squealed loud enough for some fourth graders from Ravenclaw who walked by to raise their eyebrows and shake their heads at them, and Sirius felt humiliated- he was not a first grade baby, yet he was seen hanging out with Dennis Creevey, the most annoying and immature boy in the whole damn school.

"See you later", he told Dennis in a clipped tone, not bothering to wait for his reply. He stormed down the hallway until he got to the East Wing of Hogwarts- the part where Aurelius had his quarters. Dumbledore could not do anything against the fact that Aurelius was back at Hogwarts, his family owned the school, and the East Wing had been built specifically for the Founder's and their families and heirs.

He slowed down more and more the closer he got to Aurelius' quarters, knowing very well what to expect once he entered the room.

He knocked, and Aurelius opened the door seconds later, "you are late, Sirius Black."

"Or maybe you are too early?"

He regretted it as soon as he saw the look on Aurelius' face.

Shit.

"Naughty boy", he pulled him into the room in a fluid motion, closing the door behind him, "someone needs another mind cleaning, hmm?"

Sirius groaned, "please, I was joking, I did not…"

"Joking about wasting my time? I do have other responsibilities than you, Sirius."

"I didn't ask you to fucking teach me, I rather be somewhere else now, too!", the boy hissed back, causing Aurelius to raise an eyebrow, "and where would that be? Grimmauld's Place? Azkaban? You know you don't have any more options than that, angry boy."

Sirius glared at him in defeat, knowing the older boy was right. He had to learn how to control his anger, otherwise, Dumbledore would expel him. His second condition was pretty clear on that- one more outburst, and he was out. Remus had contacted Aurelius to help him, but Sirius was pretty sure he'd asked someone else if he had known how horrible these training sessions with Aurelius really were.

"I don't want a stupid mind cleaning", he eventually mumbled, and Aurelius raised an eyebrow, "you should have thought about that before you were being rude to me, Sirius", he kept his voice calm, "come here now- we've wasted enough time already."

Sirius swallowed hard, tentatively taking a step forward, "please…"

"Get in position, boy."

He sighed, not wanting to anger Aurelius more than he already had, though- Aurelius had no patience for his brattiness, and unfortunately, he had found just the right method to make him think twice from wanting to act out around him.

"Clear your mind, Sirius."

"What's the point? Gonna hurt anyways", he replied sullenly, and Aurelius raised an eyebrow, "keep backtalking and I use the sensory spell on you again", his voice had gotten sharp, "clear your mind, boy."

Sirius balled his hands into fists, trying to clear his mind, to forget everything, but he was still so very angry, and the anger kept pushing back, making it impossible to focus.

"Pathetic."

He flushed, hating the effect Aurelius disapproving tone had on him.

I'm trying!

"No, you are not- you are wasting my time. Focus, boy- or I'll make you."

Sirius swallowed hard, knowing all too well what that meant- and now he was not only angry, he was also scared, and miserable, and ashamed.

This is bullshit! I wanna go home!

"And where's that? Azkaban?"

Stop reading my mind!

"Stop letting me."

He cursed under his breath, the anger increasing to a storm inside himself, and when he imagined how it would feel to punch Aurelius in the face, he could sense Aurelius poking something inside his mind, causing him to howl out in pain.

"Angry boy- so very angry", he could hear Aurelius sigh, "come on, we need to calm you down first."

He stifled a sob, "no, I am calm! Please, I am calm!"

"You will be- you are going to be very nice and calm for me in a little bit", Aurelius agreed, pointing his wand at him, "and then maybe we can get some actual work done today."

"Don't! Please don't!"

"This is going to help you, Sirius."

"I don't want no help!"

Aurelius just smiled, "you might not want it- but you need it. Just twenty minutes, okay? And then we'll try again."

He sobbed, dreading what was about to happen- but he had no chance against Aurelius, who was older, stronger, with a wand, and was also able to read his mind like a damn book. Seconds later he felt the familiar sensation of his ears, mouth and eyes starting to prickle, and he hastily curled himself to a ball, knowing he would lose every sense of orientation soon.

And then he was blind, mute, and deaf again- trapped in his mind. Aurelius did this to calm him, to force him to only focus on his mind, and to organize his thoughts, and he hated the fact that it did help, even though he usually spend the first few minutes panicking.

Focus, boy.

He could hear Aurelius' cold voice in his head, the only way they were still able to communicate.

I want out!

Twenty minutes, angry boy.

I hate this!

Because you are not doing what you are supposed to do, Sirius.

I'm trying, okay? You are not helping!

He could feel Aurelius' hand on his butt, giving him a quick smack, and he yelled out in silent surprise.

You hit me!

I smacked you- and I'll do it again if you don't start to focus, boy.

He could feel the tears welling up in his eyes, hating this- being so vulnerable, so helpless, and so damn angry…

Find that memory, angry boy- the one you used last time.

The…the happy one?

The happiest one, yes.

Sirius had to smile, knowing exactly which memory Aurelius meant- the one evening he had spent with Remus, James and Lily. Lily had just told them she was pregnant, and they celebrated until the early morning, and they had been ridiculously happy.

He had never been this happy ever again.

Sirius managed to find the memory, which was easy since it was his happiest one, and he watched himself hugging James, laughing with Remus, and clowning around with Lily, trying to come up with the silliest names for the baby she was carrying.

How about Abraxus?

Sirius' smile widened, and he felt himself getting calmer and calmer, happiness spreading through him when he watched his friends.

I'm happy…my friends are here…Lily's having a baby…

But then everything was loud, and bright, and too much again, and when he groggily opened his eyes, Aurelius was standing over him, an amused smile on his lips, "Abraxus, hmm?"

Sirius turned red, "that was private!"

"Nothing is private here, boy- I need to understand how your mind works to be able to help you control yourself", Aurelius just said, pulling him back to his feet, "now, I think I promised you a mind cleaning for your rudeness earlier- back in position, Sirius."

"Come on, you already used the sensory spell on me, can't you…"

"And it helped, right?"

Sirius refused to answer that, knowing that Aurelius would be able to tell if he lied to him.

"I asked you a question, boy", his voice had gotten dangerous, and Sirius winced. Aurelius hated nothing more than disrespect, and refusing to answer a question was one of the things he despised the most.

"Yeah, it helped", he admitted grudgingly, "but the stupid mind cleaning doesn't help with shit!"

"It does- it helps you think twice if it's really worth it to be rude to me", Aurelius replied, amusement in his voice, "now, assume your training position- do not make me ask you again."

Knowing he'd lost, Sirius got in position, feet apart, shoulders straight, and his eyes focused on a fixed point at the wall.

"Clear your mind, boy."

He tried, and it was easier this time since he was not so damn angry anymore, and then he could feel Aurelius enter his mind, and he tensed.

Calm down, boy- this will hurt less the more calm you are.

I don't want it to hurt at all.

Then you better be a good boy from now on.

He whimpered when he felt Aurelius breaking through the shield with some of his worst memories- most of them involved either Snape or his parents.

He could sense Aurelius looking through some of them, before he finally decided on the one with Snape ridiculing him for his essay about a week ago. He tried to brace himself, but there was no point- the memory started to play in his mind, with the difference that this Snape was even meaner, and that he felt even worse. There was no way to escape the memory, not even by opening his eyes, Aurelius being the only one who could stop it.

Almost done, angry boy.

I'm not angry.

He could hear Aurelius laugh, the sound echoing in his mind, and then the memory stopped- and now came the worst part. Aurelius was going to clear the memory, which basically meant he would reduce it to nothing but a flicker of emotion, and that was the painful part. It always felt like his head was going to burst, and even though he always begged Aurelius to put him in a sleeping state- Aurelius could do that- he never did.

Hurts! Fucking hurts!

Shhh…calm down, boy. The calmer you are, the less it hurts.

No more!

I am almost done, naughty boy.

He sobbed, pressing his hands against his temples, anything to stop the blinding pain, and seconds later, it was finally over, and now the memory of Snape ridiculing him did not evoke any more feelings than a tiny bit of discomfort.

"We are going to do some training now, boy- get in position."

"You can't be serious!", he glared at the older boy, exhausted from all the messing with his brain, "I'm tired!"

"And I am very close to put you over my knee for a spanking", Aurelius retaliated, "your progress has been quite unsatisfactory, and you know how eager Dumbledore is to get rid of you- he does not want someone around who can read minds like you can, Sirius."

"I could never get through his mental shields anyways", he muttered, looking down.

"You could."

His head shot back up, "what? You're joking."

Aurelius sighed, "I do not joke, Sirius- and I told you that you have potential, didn't I? Your potential is useless without you being able to control yourself, though."

He frowned, "are you training me to spy on Dumbledore for you?"

Aurelius had to laugh, "you are far from even getting near his mental shields right now, angry boy", he sounded amused, "get in position, Sirius- and stay focused."

He obeyed, and seconds later, Aurelius started to attack his mind- he always used the same tactic first so he could prepare a strategy, and after that, he went for the weak spots of his strategy.

Training was hard and draining, and since Aurelius barely ever praised him, also quite miserable.

Sirius did not want to talk to anyone after training was finally over and Aurelius had criticized him again for not being focused enough, for not trying hard enough, and for not taking training serious enough- and it was not until he was curled into his bed in the dorms later that night that he realized that Aurelius had never even answered his question.

that's it for now! :) And don't worry, Tom will get the upper hand over Felicity VERY soon ;)

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xoxo,

Antonie :)