Chapter Eight
Harry groaned and shifted his position. So far, both his back and butt hurt from leaning against the brick wall and sitting on the hard, cold cement floor. He bent his head back a bit, back enough for him to see whether it was day or night out from the window since he hadn't a clue in the world.
"You okay there, kiddo?" Came Sirius's soft, sleepy voice from the shadows.
"Mmm," Harry mumbled. "Fine. Just peachy." He hadn't meant to sound so sarcastic, but he was being held prisoner in a place god knows where. It's not that easy to not sound sarcastic.
No sound was made from Sirius, except a light snore. A sign that he was asleep again. Harry shifted his position again, hoping that he'd soon fall asleep.
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Remus tried to keep his eyes open, which was difficult. He had spent the whole day trying to figure out which Death Eater had kidnapped Harry, and so far he came up with nothing. The only person that was on his mind was Bellatrix Lestrange for the possible kidnapping. It could even be Lucius Malfoy—maybe even Peter Pettigrew.
But, now, the more he thought about it the more he started to suspect Lucius Malfoy more than Bellatrix Lestrange. It just seemed to…fit. Giving a sigh of resignation, he finally let sleep overcome him.
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"Harry," Sirius murmured, giving Harry a shake. He didn't wake up. "Harry." Sirius shook Harry a bit harder. Harry gave a groan of protest, shooing Sirius away. "Wake up, Harry!" Harry blearily opened his eyes, yawning.
"What is it?" Harry straightened himself up, adjusting his glasses back on his nose since they were skewed. Sirius held up a stone.
"We can try to smash the wall with this." Harry snorted.
"That's a rock, Sirius."
Sirius glanced at the stone in his hand. "So?"
"So?" Harry repeated. "I doubt you could smash the wall with a rock."
"Not smash," Sirius said. "Just hit the wall with this stone."
"You really are desperate," Harry muttered, yawning again. Sirius threw the rock aside. "Why don't you try seeing if one of the bricks in the wall are loose? If one is, maybe we could start from there." Who knows how long we're going to be in this cell for, Harry added to himself. He watched Sirius busily check every brick, and Harry suspected for Sirius to check all of them would take a few hours. There were a lot of bricks that made up the wall.
"Wait," Sirius said suddenly to Harry. Harry now looked at the brick that Sirius was fiddling with, and it did look a bit loose. Harry shakily stood on his feet, hoping that his right foot wouldn't give away with the pressure he was putting on it. He still wasn't absolutely sure how he had broken it. When he finally reached his godfather, he clumsily fell down beside him.
He watched his godfather pry at the brick, cursing every time his fingers slipped. Finally, with great effort, Sirius was able to slide the brick out. He grinned triumphantly.
"Way to go," Harry said, looking impressed. "Now we just have, what? A million more to go?" Sirius's grin slowly faded, and he groaned.
"I forgot about the other million."
"I don't think one brick is going to be big enough for us to crawl through," Harry reminded the other man.
"Do you think it'll be easier to get the other bricks out since this one is out?" Sirius asked, studying the wall.
"Maybe," Harry replied. He wasn't a hundred percent sure. Footsteps echoed off the walls, and Harry knew that it was probably Lucius Malfoy. "Hurry," Harry said hurriedly. "Put the brick back in." Sirius obliged, stuffing the brick back into the wall in a matter of seconds.
"Having fun?" Lucius sneered.
"Tons," Harry replied coldly. He moved his leg (the broken one,) wincing as a sheer jolt of pain shot through his right leg.
"Oooh," Lucius said, not taking his eyes off of Harry's broken leg. "You should really get that looked at." Harry scowled, the pain that shot through his leg brought tears to the corner of his eyes. "But then again," Lucius continued coolly. "In a few days, the pain won't be that much of a bother anymore." Harry frowned.
"Bother?" Lucius smirked.
"That's right. Say," he continued on, "would you mind saying 'hi' to Lily and James for me?" With another cold smirk, he left Sirius and Harry fuming.
"He has no right to call them Lily or James," Sirius said through clenched teeth.
"I wonder why he's going to kill us in a 'few' days," Harry said, he too, feeling anger towards Lucius Malfoy. But he had to wonder what Lucius Malfoy meant by a 'few' days.
"You're worried about what day he's going to be killing us on?" Sirius said, he turned around, pulling the brick back out. "I'm a bit preoccupied on getting our arses out of here. Mainly yours."
"Don't worry about me," Harry said, trying not to wince at the pain that still throbbed in his leg. "I'm more worried on getting your arse out of here."
"All right," Sirius said. "We're both worried about each other and getting outta here, we have that settled." Harry grinned faintly, turning around to work on a brick that was behind him.
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A/N: Sorry for…not that much of a good ending (of this chapter, not the story.) I'm a bit tired, so, there's my excuse. Anyway, thanks for the reviews. I really, really appreciate them.