Disclaimer : All characters belongs to J. K. Rowlings. All were kidnapped in the dawn, and are not used to make money. They will be returned when I'm done.
See, don't own so don't sue, unless you're interested in my teddy bears collection...
Besides this work will contain : mpreg and people out of character since I am definitely not JK Rowlings, and some strange sentences since I'm French. Still here?
So, on with the show...
The sale
Chapter 1 – Spying on a bargain
Sirius Black was tossing and turning into bed. With an exasperated sigh, he gave up the pretense of trying to sleep and sat up in his bed. He then went in the kitchen thinking that a cup of hot chocolate would put him back to sleep.
On his way back, he noticed a ray of light peeking under his father's study door. Shrugging, he leant on the door, and catching his name, quickly ran to the library, pulled a row of books out of their shelf and pull the board which was behind. This allowed him to see and heard the on going of his father's study.
What he saw was his mother, sitting at his father's desk, going through some papers. In front of her, a tall, broad shouldered man was lunging in his chair. He had brown hair and red eyes, and his clothes, although screaming of wealth, seemed to have an air of vulgarity lingering in their folds.
"Everything seems in order" Sirius' mother drawled.
"Before we conclude this, I'd like to see a photo or painting of the boy. After all, I don't want to be played false on the merchandise..."
The way the man emphasized the word 'merchandise' sent a shiver running down Sirius' spine.
"Of course" his mother laughed. " I had those taken without his notice during the school year."
She then took out three photos, which showed Sirius in his school uniform, his Quidditch robes, and even one in his dress robes, from the Yule Ball.
'Strange' Sirius frowned.
The man took the pictures, looking attentively at them. "Um, definitely a looker. He will fetch a good price and bring my enterprise a lot of customer. I think we can sign this contract. I'll keep the photos."
Shaking slightly, Sirius fought the nausea he felt. His own mother had sold him to a worehouse! He couldn't believe it. Just to be sure, he went back to looking, but the scene in the study stayed the same.
"Do you know if he is a virgin?" the man enquired with a gleeful light in his eyes.
"I don't know and I don't care. When will you take him? I want him out as soon as possible."
"I'll be back tomorrow at eight. Do you mind if I test him here? I can't wait!" he leered. "We'll sign then."
"Not at all. Don't be late."
With those words, they shook hands and Sirius' mother saw the whoreowner to the door.
Sirius sat gracelessly on the floor, drew his knees to his chest and allowed himself a small panic attack. 'What am I going to do? I can't allow this... I can't stay here! I have to escape, but where to? Now is not the time to panic ! Yes, mustn't panic! Go to pack! It's eleven thirty, I have only a few hours... Escape. Breathe! Do not get hysterical now. When you'll be safe. Go! Get up! Pack! Now!' Sirius shook his head in an attempt to clear it and rose shakingly.
After having put the board and books back into place, he tiptoed to the door of the library.
Listening intently, he waited till he heard no more noises from his mother making her way to her bed.
When he was sure she wouldn't be able to hear him, he went to the office, looked through the drawers for the contract he pocketed, opened the safe and appropriate all the money, jewelry and other valuable items he could find.
'I knew having the combination of the safe would be worth it. At least, now I won't be knutless!'
Done, he quickly went upstairs, packed his clothes, school supplies and newly acquired wealth in his trunk before shrunking it, pocketing it and mounting his broom.
He stood outside of his house. 'Now, where to, where to?' he began to slightly panic, before making his decision. 'James, he'll help!" He quickly flew off
