Sirius blinks at the three within the small room. They knew who he was which was a surprise. "You will address me as Mr. Black. Is that clear?" His voice was cool yet calm. He lets his eyes glance over the three figures. He could swear that he knew them. But they were POW's. Prisoners of War. Meaning they had to be Voldermort's supporters.
Harry blinks and looks over at Hermione who just gives him a shrug. "I'm hurt Sirius. I've never been told what to address you." He places a look of mock hurt upon his pale face. Ron and Hermione snicker at Harry's actions.
Sirius glares at the three. They had no respect and seemed to think that this was a game. Further inspection shows that they are nothing more than children, or rather young adults. "I will no tolerate your lose tongue, deatheater" He spits out. His voice full of venom.
Ron and Hermione's snickers stop abruptly as Harry stands, drawing himself up to his full height. He brushes his all black attire off and gives Sirius a glare that could freeze the warmest of water. "Is there something you wished from us, Phoenix?" His voice is void of all emotions as is his face.
Sirius takes a step back and his hand grips his wand. His eyes lock with Harry's. This boy must be the leader. He had an aurora of power around him. They all did but the others seemed to interact around this one. "I have been sent to gather any information that you three have on Voldermort. You will cooperate or be punished." He crosses his arms across his brood chest and waits.
Hermione is the next to stand then Ron. They take up their positions beside Harry. One of each side. Hermione glares at Sirius. "We will tell you nothing, Phoenix. Your order has broken the rules of the Treaty of Sides by capturing us. Our lord will not stand for that." Her voice is just as cold as Harry's was.
"The Order of the Phoenix is overrated, Sirius. Lord Voldermort has tolerated you for far to long already. Your time is coming to an end. Your attacks on our bases are weak and kill nobody but the Phoenix that casts the spell." Ron says.
Sirius eyes the three in front of him. They were loyal to each other. That was clear. And by the looks of things they would die for each other. Which might be the case if they don't start talking.
Harry slowly reaches over and grabs Hermione's hand. Their fingers intertwine. The light from outside catches a something on their fingers and it glimmers. Harry offers her a small smile then looks back to Sirius. "We will give you no information. Your only option is to kill us." He glances at Ron who nods then to Hermione who does the same thing. He then returns his gaze to Sirus. All three of their faces are set. Ready to receive the death curse.
Sirius takes a step back. Shock is evident on his face. All the other deatheaters have taken the option to talk. They gave up information without a second thought. But these three would rather die than talk. They must be very loyal to Voldermort. Which means they will have the most valuable information. He points to Harry and Hermione. "You two will come with me." He pulls his wand out and points it at them as he moves out of the doorway so they may exit, ahead of him.
Harry moves first and Hermione behind him. They never let go of each others hands. Harry stops and turns to Ron. "We will be back. Count on that. But if we would happen...please take care of Justice." His voice holds a touch of sadness and his eyes begin to water. He soon pushes that all inside and again places his emotionless mask on. He exits, pulling Hermione with him.
Ron nods to Harry. "Don't worry mate. I'll take care of the little bugger. But you will make it out. Just remember he needs a mum and dad." He takes his seat back against the wall and closes his eyes as his two best friends are lead from the room.
Sirius watches the exchange of words with curiosity. Who was this Justice they spoke of? It must be a child. He pulls the door shut and mutters the locking spell. He motions with his wand for them to walk. His eyes fall to their clasped hands and he notices the rings. He would have to find out what that is all about. He stops in front of another door and mutters the unlocking spell and pushes them inside. The room is large and candles lined the walls. "Sit" He says gruffly as he points to two chairs in the middle of the room.
Harry sits followed by Hermione. They let go of each others hands and folds their own on their laps. Their eyes are trained on Sirius. "We will not tell you anything about our Lord" Harry says.
Sirius sits in the remaining chair and places his wand into the folds of his robe. "I think you will find us very...persuasive when it comes to talking about Voldermort. Now. Lets begin. Please state your names and ages"
A small smirk forms on Hermione's lips. Wouldn't Sirius get a shock out of this. She clears her throat. "My name is Hermione Potter and I am 18 years old" She looks over to Harry.
Sirius's eyes widen at the mention of her name. His attention is then turned to the young man. It couldn't be?
Harry locks eyes with Hermione before turning back to Sirius. "Harry Potter and I am 17 years old. I don't find any point in these questions and refus..." He is cut off by Sirius.
"It can't be. Harry and Hermione Potter" His eyes look to their hands. The glimmer of light was off wedding rings. "Harry..." Sirius's eyes narrow as he looks at his godson. "Harry and Hermione are dead. Killed by Voldermort's Horsemen of the Apocalypse. Their friends Ronald Weasley was also killed."
Harry sighs "We are the Horsemen of the Apocalypse, Sirius. And Ron is back at our cell, probably plotting the death of everyone inside this building...which I'm assuming is Hogwarts. Stupid move. Keeping us locked up in the very place you captured us. Your only bringing on your own deaths" He says matter - of - factly.
Sirius sits back in his chair. He had heard that something happened during the Phoenix meeting that he couldn't attend. Something that had the whole order talking. This must of been it. They must of known that Harry, Hermione and Ron were members of the Order of the Raven. He still couldn't believe it. "Why?" He asks just below a whisper.
Hermione is the one to answer the seemingly simple question "When we started to attend Hogwarts out lives changed. We were no longer children. We had gone up against Voldermort more times than we should of. We were used at weapons against him. And then to find out that Dumbledore knew about all the times and refused to help us. It was our duty. How much duty does three eleven year olds have? Or how about three twelve year olds? Or maybe three thirteen or fourteen year olds? We went through things that not ever an adult should go through. Sure we were hero's but at what cost? We lost so much of ourselves. We couldn't sleep at night unless all three of us were together. We couldn't talk to anyone else because no one had the faintest idea to what we went through. So we withdrew into out own little group. No one else was allowed in. Why should they. They weren't weapons like us. Only three other people have been allowed into out little group and they are the key weapon makers of Lord Voldermort. That is why Sirius. That is why we left and joined the enemy. We didn't want to be used anymore. We wanted our faces to have names. And now they do." She leans back in her chair after she falls silent.
"Sirius. You were my godfather. But yet you were always off on missions for Dumbledore. Do you know why? Let me tell you why. I wasn't allowed to get close to anyone. If I did, I could refuse to go up against Voldermort. And that would be bad. That is why I was placed with the Dursley's. They knew I would never be accepted their. And when the time came I would be more than happy to leave." He looks down at his wedding ring. "Hermione and myself have been married for a year now. After we got over our fears we figured out that we loved each other. Nine months later our son, Justice, was born. He has four godfathers. In this kind of business you can never be sure If your coming home alive."
Sirius blinks. Harry not only was married he has a son. "Four godfathers? Who are they?" He blinks. Surely they weren't deatheaters.
Harry sighs. "Look around Sirius. Who of our past friends have seemingly disappeared in the last 3 years? They just up and disappeared. Slytherin is not the only house that produces dark witches and wizards."
Sirius tilts his head to the side as he thinks. There were many people that disappeared over the past three years. Some just up and left. But then the last part hits him. Slytherin is not the only house that produces dark witches and wizards. That would mean another Hogwarts house. Which of the houses, besides Slytherin, has experienced a loss of its numbers. Gryffindor is the only one that pops into his mind. Oliver Wood didn't show up for an Order meeting 2 years ago. He was never seen again. Fred and George Weasley closed down WWW, saying they were going out to lunch and never returned. But it couldn't be. He gives Harry a questioning look.
Harry nods. "Oliver was the first to join after us. He is the one that gave us the information in Dumbledore using us. Fred and George joined a year and a half ago. They wanted to see what his little brother and his friends were up to. Lord Voldermort had heard of their skills making prank items and employed them in the weapons area. They love it. No more getting yelled at for their pranks. They get paid and praised for them. Ron is the man godfather. But since he travels with us we named Wood then the twins. None of us are gone at the same time except for us three. Fred and George stay on base all the time so they see James the most. He's only three months old and I think he is already thinking up pranks to pull on you Phoenix's." Harry and Hermione chuckle.
Sirius blinks. "You just told me the names of three of your members. That will be used against them" His voice returning back to its cold and bitter nature. He never heard the door open behind him or the two figures that entered.
"I don't think that will be happening anytime soon, Black" Says one of the figures that entered. Soon they both step into the light and their faces revealed.
Sirius spins around and draws his wand, pointing it at the two new figures. His mouth hands open as he comes face to face with two wands pointing at him. That didn't shock him. The two men holding the wands did. Severus Snape and Draco Malfoy stood at the ready.
Harry and Hermione stand and walk passed Sirius and join the newcomers. "You didn't really think that we came into this blindly did you. This was a well thought up plan that took a good 2 years to put into effect. I'm sorry Sirius. I'm afraid you will be joining us on the way out. We can't leave someone with valuable information here and still alive. So coming with us is your only option." Harry states smoothly. A smirk playing on his lips. Oh how the tides had changed.
Sirius is in to much shock to even notice his wand being plucked from his fingers and thrown to Harry by Snape. He had grown to trust both Snape and Malfoy and now to find out that this was one big plan.
Harry looks to Draco. "Sorry about the roughness mate. I'll make it up to you when we get home. Now would you please fetch Ron. He is surely ready to blow this whole damn place up."
Draco grins and jogs out the door and disappears down the corridor to release the other member of the trio.
Snape turns to face Harry and Hermione. "Was the Crucio curse absolutely necessary? It bloody hurt like hell." He runs a thin, pale hand through his greasy black hair. "I don't recall it being part of the plan when we last reviewed it" He mumbles under his breath.
Hermione chuckles. "Sorry bout that Severus. We needed them to think we were a threat and the only way was to attack one of their own. It was either you or Draco and his part was to be the prisoner so that left you. We couldn't attack any of the other people. That would of surely caused the war to escalate to a proportion that is not needed at the moment." Hermione's voice is soft and gentle. Almost like she was talking to a member of her family.
Snape nods his head slowly. He has long since accepted both Harry and Hermione. He no longer viewed them as pathetic Gryffindor scum. They were far from it. They made his Slytherin's look like bloody pansies. That is...All his Slytherin's except Draco. Draco was just as ruthless as the trio of Gryffindor's. Ron was a surprise. No Weasley had ever gone bad. So for that he got Snape's respect and like the other members of the trio, acceptance.
Severus is drawn out of his thoughts by a very pleading Sirius.
"Please Harry. You can't do this. All that we have fought for will be lost. Do you care for nothing that you can be so heartless and cruel? I am your godfather for christsake. And yet you will take me back to the very man that slaughtered your parents and tried to dispose of you. You need to open your eyes and look around. Your mind has been clouded by some kind of spell to make you act this way." He looks at Harry, pleadingly.
Harry moves his gaze from the open door to his godfather. He narrows his eyes and strides up to him. He grabs the front of his robes and pulls him within an inch of his face. "You need to open your eyes Sirius. Times have change. That means people have changed. I am under no spell. Neither is Hermione or Ron. Or the others back at our base. We joined at our own free will. No one forced us to do anything. Do you really believe that they could? We were the golden trio. We saved the world four times and we were just children. No. He may of killed my parents but I am still alive. For that I am thankful. I have a three month old son at home. So that means I will not become one of the statistics by being on the losing side. I didn't make the same mistake that my parents did. This proven by the fact that I am still standing here talking to you." His eyes seem to burn with anger. He pushes Sirus away from him and goes back to his position at the door.
"Harry. You need to calm down. Take a few deep breaths and let it go. That was the past. And we are apart of something so grand that they will remember our names for century after we have long left this place." Snape says as he moves over to stand beside Harry. He places a hand on his shoulder and gives it a light squeeze then drops it back to his side. He sounded like a father giving his son some influential advice.
Sirius watches the exchange between Harry and Severus with curiosity. How could Harry and Severus interact so calmly? Like it was natural. He could remember some of Harry's letters that went on for hours complaining about the greasy haired bastard. As Harry called him back then. But now. Now they were interacting like father and son. This made Sirus's stomach clench into knots. He should be the one that Harry is treating like a father. His blood begins to boil with anger. He had missed his chance to raise James's son. And now look at what happened. He had failed to keep his word. Failed both Lily and James. He looks up at Harry with sad eyes and whispers "I'm sorry Lily. I'm sorry James. I failed" He plops down on a chair to wait on his impending fate. He places his head in his hands and mutters once last time before he slips into deep thought "I'm sorry."