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Hi! Thanx again for your reviews, they really encourage you to write faster! Well here is the third chapter. It's about ten past eight on Sunday night and I'm just starting to write this up, when I'm supposed to be revising! Tomorrow I've got my GCSE mock exams for my mocks. Confusing, I know. I personally don't see the point! Well better start writing the chapter as I'm probably boring you all to death! Hopefully Avril Lavigne's brilliant album Let Go, will make me type faster!
Silent Tears
Chapter 3: Crucified Soldier
In our world - Azkaban.
Sirius Black fell to the ground in agony. While on a mission for Dumbledore he had been captured by a group of Death Eaters. They had taken him back to their master, back to Azkaban. The name of his former prison still made his eyes regain their haunted look, but the prospect of entering its walls made him shudder. He only hoped Remus would warn Dumbledore quickly and come to rescue him from the deep depths of hell.
He had been taken directly to Voldemort who had immediately started 'questioning' him on the whereabouts of his Godson, Harry Potter. Sirius, had of course refused to tell Voldemort anything, even after his head had connected with the stone walls a couple of times, he'd had some of his bones broken, his skin scorched and sliced and long spells of the feared Cruciatus curse. By this time, Voldemort was extremely angry and irritated.
"All you have to do is tell me where the boy is! Then the pain will stop.for a while anyway."
In reply Sirius spat at the Dark Lords feet. A mix of loathing and anger crossed his face making his nostrils fleer before it settled with a twisted delightful look, perfected with a smirk.
"Wormtail! Clear the cross!" he bellowed then added to Sirius "If you think your hurting now, just wait, by sunset you'll be begging for death." His evil high pitched laughter filled the room, joined by the chuckles of his followers.
Sirius was dragged over to a wooden cross, which lay on a battered old table. As he was roughly thrown across it, both his arms and feet were stretched out and held down by Death Eaters. As much as Sirius struggled, he couldn't brake their strong grip. He looked up with hatred in his ocean blue eyes at Voldemort who stood over him holding four long silver nails.
"Wormtail, would you like to do the honours?" the master asked the servant. Voldemort loved watched old friends torture each other. He found it exciting. Sick really.
"Of course my Lord, of course." muttered Wormtail taking three of the four nails. He positioned the first over Padfoots left wrist and was about to push it threw to flesh with his wand when Voldemort held up his hand. Wormtail froze.
"No." said Voldemort quietly, his eyes never leaving Sirius' face. "No magic."
Wormtail hesitated before plunging the blunt nail into his old friends wrist, grinding it slowly until the end appeared through the other side of the now blood stained cross. He repeated this on Sirius' right wrist and feet, all the while the sound of cruel, merciless laughter and painful agonising screams echoed throughout the chamber.
Voldemort raised his hand to silence his followers, before turning to Padfoot, holding up the last nail he sneered "This nail contains a deadly poison. (Sorry girl but you missed out, well tough luck that boys mine now! Sorry! I had to add that in!). One which will seep into your blood and move around your body slowly burning the flesh away. It's a very slow and painful death, it may take up to a week for you to die. And just think, all I have to do is slip it into you stomach!" Moving closer, he held up the silver nail in one hand ready to stab it into his victim. A smirk appeared on his snake-like face as Sirius began twitching with pain, a small trail of blood escaping his lips. "But I don't have to do it, all this could stop right now. Just tell me where Potter is!!" He yelled the last sentence, clearly annoyed.
"Go to hell." croaked Sirius. These were the first words he had spoken since the torture had begun.
Voldemort let out a roar of rage before forcing the nail to enter Padfoots gut and re-emerge through the back of the cross.
Many of the Death Eaters covered their ears and backed away from Sirius as his shouts, yells and screams threatened to burst their eardrums. Another sound joined Sirius' cries, the cruel haunting laughter of their master. Soon many joined in, adding to the volume in the chamber. The Dark Lords laughter only ceased when he said, "Hang him up in the dungeons. I'm sure the Dementers will watch him for us." Upon seeing the horrified look on his prisoners face he erupted with a fresh bout of laughter.
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Four days later.
Voldemort walked down the damp slippery steps leading to the dungeon. Already he could feel the power of the Dementors sucking away at his happy memories. Most of them contained torture and pain. Oh how he loved to hear his victims scream. It was like music to his ears.
The first thing he saw when he entered the tomb-like room brought a smile to his thin lips. Hung up on the stonewall was the barely recognisable Sirius Black. He was violently shaking and twitching, and appeared to be in a lot of pain. Voldemorts smile widened as he stopped in front of Sirius, pushing the hungry Dementors away. When he was near enough, he could hear the slow rasping noises emitting from Sirius' mouth.
Padfoot had lost his face a couple of days ago from his constant screaming. He couldn't sleep, eat or drink so he was very weak, barely holding on to life.
"Hello Black. Ready to talk yet or do you want another dose of pain?" Voldemort sneered.
The man in question slowly opened his eyes and looked directly into his captures. He moved his mouth as if trying to form words, until they finally croaked out of his mouth.
"I'd rather be buried alive."
"That can be arranged." Voldemort said simply before shouting up the stairs "Wormtail! Get your worthless arse down here now!"
Footsteps could be heard echoing off the stonewalls above their heads.
Voldemort turned back to Sirius, an idea forming in his mind. An evi lsmirk graced his red lips as he taunted "It still hurts, doesn't it? It was you who found there bodies wasn't it? Tell me, did they look like they'd been in pain? Do their faces haunt your dreams at night? I almost feel sorry for you, having to dwell on that night for twelve years. Going over it again and again in your head, wondering if you could have changed it. If your actions would have made a difference." He paused enjoying the painful expression on his victims face before continuing. "It was all your fault you know. If you hadn't been a pathetic weakling and passed to burden of being their secret keeper on to Wormtail, they probably would have lived. If James had used that muggle loving fool, things would have been different. It was because he trusted you. And you betrayed his trust be sentencing him and his family to death! You failed James and now you're going to fail Harry!"
His speech had struck a nerve. Sirius looked down up in angry but also in defeat ready to reply but the Dark Lord cut him off.
"As much as I hate the boy, I pity him for having a Godfather like you!" Voldemort spat these last words with hatred before turning to the stairs "Wormtail what the hell is taking so long!"
As the snake-like man began to climb the steps in search of Wormtail, Sirius hung his head in silent defeat. The lower half of his body felt like it was on fire while the top half ached painfully from his cuts and broken bones. He could see a large pool of his blood, which had gathered at the base of his cross. His vision blurred as a wave of pain came over him like a blanket. The poison had started to move up towards his vital organs. It started to burn him and he was only dimly aware of the Dementors sucking the air again him and Voldemorts shouting accompanied be Wormtails screams of pain. Then a new sound joined them. Unlike Voldemort or Wormtail it was a voice of a teenage boy, but it sounded distant. He couldn't make out the words at first but as a white light engulfed him they became clear.
"Sirius! Help me please! Sirius!"
It was Harry!
Sirius watched as Voldemort ran down the damp stairs, one hand pulling Wormtail and let out a roar of fury as Sirius and the cross disappeared.
When the light had disappeared, Padfoot saw that he was still on the dungeon wall but in front of him were five figures. They stopped talking and a wizard with golden eyes and light brown hair ran forward. Sirius managed to croak "Hogwarts" before he lost consciousness.
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Yeah managed to finish it! I've just started wiring chapter 4. it's gonna have loads of different scenes so we know whats happening to Remus Sirius and Harry. Well you know what you have to do! Review!
Oh Yeah! I almost forgot! Shall I make this fic a harry/ginny or a Draco/ginny? Vote and I'll do the one dat gets da most! And one more question do u want Draco as a Death Eater or not? Please tell me!
I would also like to make a request. Can you tell me about any good Draco suicide or abuse fics cos I'm going through a draco phase. Thanx bye!
Hi! Thanx again for your reviews, they really encourage you to write faster! Well here is the third chapter. It's about ten past eight on Sunday night and I'm just starting to write this up, when I'm supposed to be revising! Tomorrow I've got my GCSE mock exams for my mocks. Confusing, I know. I personally don't see the point! Well better start writing the chapter as I'm probably boring you all to death! Hopefully Avril Lavigne's brilliant album Let Go, will make me type faster!
Silent Tears
Chapter 3: Crucified Soldier
In our world - Azkaban.
Sirius Black fell to the ground in agony. While on a mission for Dumbledore he had been captured by a group of Death Eaters. They had taken him back to their master, back to Azkaban. The name of his former prison still made his eyes regain their haunted look, but the prospect of entering its walls made him shudder. He only hoped Remus would warn Dumbledore quickly and come to rescue him from the deep depths of hell.
He had been taken directly to Voldemort who had immediately started 'questioning' him on the whereabouts of his Godson, Harry Potter. Sirius, had of course refused to tell Voldemort anything, even after his head had connected with the stone walls a couple of times, he'd had some of his bones broken, his skin scorched and sliced and long spells of the feared Cruciatus curse. By this time, Voldemort was extremely angry and irritated.
"All you have to do is tell me where the boy is! Then the pain will stop.for a while anyway."
In reply Sirius spat at the Dark Lords feet. A mix of loathing and anger crossed his face making his nostrils fleer before it settled with a twisted delightful look, perfected with a smirk.
"Wormtail! Clear the cross!" he bellowed then added to Sirius "If you think your hurting now, just wait, by sunset you'll be begging for death." His evil high pitched laughter filled the room, joined by the chuckles of his followers.
Sirius was dragged over to a wooden cross, which lay on a battered old table. As he was roughly thrown across it, both his arms and feet were stretched out and held down by Death Eaters. As much as Sirius struggled, he couldn't brake their strong grip. He looked up with hatred in his ocean blue eyes at Voldemort who stood over him holding four long silver nails.
"Wormtail, would you like to do the honours?" the master asked the servant. Voldemort loved watched old friends torture each other. He found it exciting. Sick really.
"Of course my Lord, of course." muttered Wormtail taking three of the four nails. He positioned the first over Padfoots left wrist and was about to push it threw to flesh with his wand when Voldemort held up his hand. Wormtail froze.
"No." said Voldemort quietly, his eyes never leaving Sirius' face. "No magic."
Wormtail hesitated before plunging the blunt nail into his old friends wrist, grinding it slowly until the end appeared through the other side of the now blood stained cross. He repeated this on Sirius' right wrist and feet, all the while the sound of cruel, merciless laughter and painful agonising screams echoed throughout the chamber.
Voldemort raised his hand to silence his followers, before turning to Padfoot, holding up the last nail he sneered "This nail contains a deadly poison. (Sorry girl but you missed out, well tough luck that boys mine now! Sorry! I had to add that in!). One which will seep into your blood and move around your body slowly burning the flesh away. It's a very slow and painful death, it may take up to a week for you to die. And just think, all I have to do is slip it into you stomach!" Moving closer, he held up the silver nail in one hand ready to stab it into his victim. A smirk appeared on his snake-like face as Sirius began twitching with pain, a small trail of blood escaping his lips. "But I don't have to do it, all this could stop right now. Just tell me where Potter is!!" He yelled the last sentence, clearly annoyed.
"Go to hell." croaked Sirius. These were the first words he had spoken since the torture had begun.
Voldemort let out a roar of rage before forcing the nail to enter Padfoots gut and re-emerge through the back of the cross.
Many of the Death Eaters covered their ears and backed away from Sirius as his shouts, yells and screams threatened to burst their eardrums. Another sound joined Sirius' cries, the cruel haunting laughter of their master. Soon many joined in, adding to the volume in the chamber. The Dark Lords laughter only ceased when he said, "Hang him up in the dungeons. I'm sure the Dementers will watch him for us." Upon seeing the horrified look on his prisoners face he erupted with a fresh bout of laughter.
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Four days later.
Voldemort walked down the damp slippery steps leading to the dungeon. Already he could feel the power of the Dementors sucking away at his happy memories. Most of them contained torture and pain. Oh how he loved to hear his victims scream. It was like music to his ears.
The first thing he saw when he entered the tomb-like room brought a smile to his thin lips. Hung up on the stonewall was the barely recognisable Sirius Black. He was violently shaking and twitching, and appeared to be in a lot of pain. Voldemorts smile widened as he stopped in front of Sirius, pushing the hungry Dementors away. When he was near enough, he could hear the slow rasping noises emitting from Sirius' mouth.
Padfoot had lost his face a couple of days ago from his constant screaming. He couldn't sleep, eat or drink so he was very weak, barely holding on to life.
"Hello Black. Ready to talk yet or do you want another dose of pain?" Voldemort sneered.
The man in question slowly opened his eyes and looked directly into his captures. He moved his mouth as if trying to form words, until they finally croaked out of his mouth.
"I'd rather be buried alive."
"That can be arranged." Voldemort said simply before shouting up the stairs "Wormtail! Get your worthless arse down here now!"
Footsteps could be heard echoing off the stonewalls above their heads.
Voldemort turned back to Sirius, an idea forming in his mind. An evi lsmirk graced his red lips as he taunted "It still hurts, doesn't it? It was you who found there bodies wasn't it? Tell me, did they look like they'd been in pain? Do their faces haunt your dreams at night? I almost feel sorry for you, having to dwell on that night for twelve years. Going over it again and again in your head, wondering if you could have changed it. If your actions would have made a difference." He paused enjoying the painful expression on his victims face before continuing. "It was all your fault you know. If you hadn't been a pathetic weakling and passed to burden of being their secret keeper on to Wormtail, they probably would have lived. If James had used that muggle loving fool, things would have been different. It was because he trusted you. And you betrayed his trust be sentencing him and his family to death! You failed James and now you're going to fail Harry!"
His speech had struck a nerve. Sirius looked down up in angry but also in defeat ready to reply but the Dark Lord cut him off.
"As much as I hate the boy, I pity him for having a Godfather like you!" Voldemort spat these last words with hatred before turning to the stairs "Wormtail what the hell is taking so long!"
As the snake-like man began to climb the steps in search of Wormtail, Sirius hung his head in silent defeat. The lower half of his body felt like it was on fire while the top half ached painfully from his cuts and broken bones. He could see a large pool of his blood, which had gathered at the base of his cross. His vision blurred as a wave of pain came over him like a blanket. The poison had started to move up towards his vital organs. It started to burn him and he was only dimly aware of the Dementors sucking the air again him and Voldemorts shouting accompanied be Wormtails screams of pain. Then a new sound joined them. Unlike Voldemort or Wormtail it was a voice of a teenage boy, but it sounded distant. He couldn't make out the words at first but as a white light engulfed him they became clear.
"Sirius! Help me please! Sirius!"
It was Harry!
Sirius watched as Voldemort ran down the damp stairs, one hand pulling Wormtail and let out a roar of fury as Sirius and the cross disappeared.
When the light had disappeared, Padfoot saw that he was still on the dungeon wall but in front of him were five figures. They stopped talking and a wizard with golden eyes and light brown hair ran forward. Sirius managed to croak "Hogwarts" before he lost consciousness.
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Yeah managed to finish it! I've just started wiring chapter 4. it's gonna have loads of different scenes so we know whats happening to Remus Sirius and Harry. Well you know what you have to do! Review!
Oh Yeah! I almost forgot! Shall I make this fic a harry/ginny or a Draco/ginny? Vote and I'll do the one dat gets da most! And one more question do u want Draco as a Death Eater or not? Please tell me!
I would also like to make a request. Can you tell me about any good Draco suicide or abuse fics cos I'm going through a draco phase. Thanx bye!