A/N – (Peaks into room) are ya'll still mad at me? Okay; I hope ya'll like this update then. I am really getting into this! However, my timing has been a bit off and so, I will make sure to get Sirius back to Harry and Remus before I go on holiday on the sixteenth.

Harry Potter and the Story of Secret's

Part 12

Sirius woke with a huge head ache; his back was killing him and he wondered why he was so cold. He opened his eyes, he was in the small cold cell that he had been in when he had first awakened in the Death Eater's strong hold. However, this time, there were a few others with him, but they were smirking, rather evilly, Sirius told himself as he sat up.

"Ah, I see that my good-for-nothing son has woken up," Mrs. Black said.

"What the hell do you want?" Sirius glared at her. Beside her was Mr. Black, the Regulus, even Bellatrix and Narcissa were there. Sirius was glad that he wasn't hanging in that room by his wrists any more. Dignity was better kept when you weren't being whipped to peaces!

"I've told you time and again, you little ingrate, that this would happen, if you had just joined when you were of age, this wouldn't have happened and you'd have been welcomed back into the family with open arms," Mr. Black said.

"Open Arms?" Sirius snorted; "Don't make me laugh!"

"You'll learn sooner or later; Lord Voldemort has given us permission to teach you some manners," Mr. Black informed his eldest son with a smirk. Sirius replied back with a smirk; "And who says that I'll learn?"

Mr. Black stepped forward then and slapped his son.

"You never were one to take insults gracefully, Father, it's a wonder to me how you always held back you're belt when I was younger," Sirius spat.

"You should be grateful," Mr. Black replied.

"Oh, I am, I'm grateful that you showed me such abhorrence! I'm grateful you hated my guts! And, I'm grateful that you beat me once I got back home after first year! I'm grateful that I was sorted in Gryffindor, and I'm glad that there was no way that you could get me into Slytherin!"

Mr. Black slapped Sirius again. That was it, it hit something inside the young man that he had been dealing with all his life. Sirius started laughing hysterically, like a mad man.

"If you think slapping me will get me to submit, than you're wrong! Gryffindor's don't submit, not even a Marauder will! Nothing will get me to take the dark mark, not ever!" Sirius yelled, he stood then. He was shirtless, blood still gushed form his back, but he was impassioned!

"Then let the torture begin," Bellatrix mustered with a smirk.

"Gladly," Sirius gave a smirk back.

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It was hard.

It was painful.

It was horrible.

And some how, it gave Sirius the will to endure. Just to endure like he had endured his youth, like he had endured the First War, like he had endured six years of hell in Azkaban over a crime he did not commit. The memories that flitted through his head was not of Harry as a baby though. It was of himself. Being held to the ground by way of a spell, and being whipped repeatedly by his fathers favorite belt.

Of him being beaten by his mother because he had said something Gryffindor-ish. Of him enduring his younger brother laughter as he watched his taunting and his hatred; For a long time, Sirius had tried to do as they had said. He tried to be the perfect son, but he found himself lacking, and at this moment, being held under Crucio curse, he didn't care.

He didn't care how much pain he endured, it was worst during child hood; so much worst to never hear his own Mother say that she loved him. His Father demanding the best out of him and yet disappointed when Sirius messed up, but these were not the only memories.

His friends, Remus and James flitted up from time to time, they gave him words of encouragement. Even if his mind was playing tricks on him, he did not care, he did not care!

Sirius was gulping air as greedily as a child would some sweets; he did not know how long he had been tortured like this, but he did not care.

"Black! Out now!" someone ordered. Sirius, most painfully, got to his feet, but he swayed a bit before getting his balance back. He watched as his immediate family departed the cell and he was only left with Voldemort.

"Interesting show you put on," The Dark Lord said. Sirius couldn't find the words to answer the man. Voldemort snapped his fingers and two other Death Eater's entered the room. They enveloped Sirius in a black robe and made him lie down on the cot. They force-fed him many potions (which wasn't a feat at all, considering the condition that Sirius was in). Then they left.

"Why?" Sirius croaked as he began to feel even more sleepy than before.

"Because, there are some things that I wish to discuss with you," Voldemort said before departing. Sirius was left wondering what the man wanted to talk to him about. He hoped that Harry and Remus were all right.

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"Do you know something that I don't?" Sirius Black, seventeen and fresh out of school, glared at the Head Master. Albus looked sad, his eye's not twinkling like usual.

"Is this true? Did you order the deaths of those people? Of my friends?" Sirius growled.

"Sirius, my boy, you don't know what you're talking about," Albus said.

"THE HELL I DON'T! Don't bloody lie to me! Is what Voldemort said true? Was it you that ordered James and Lily and Harry dead?" Sirius stood from his chair.

Albus adopted a hard look. Sirius waited, they both waited for long moments.

"It is," Albus said, before he raised his wand and Sirius was thrown back into a wall.

Sirius knew no more as Albus walked towards him, mutter some sort of spell.

Sirius bolted awake and sat up; he sat up a bit too quickly and so pulled open some of the scabbing on his back. He didn't know why he suddenly remembered…whatever it was that he remembered. He thought back to the memory, tried to go beyond it, but it hurt. Why? He wondered. It didn't make sense.

"Did you suddenly remember something?"

Sirius jumped; but then calmed a little when he saw that it was Voldemort who sat on the bed he had curled up on. Sirius gave the man a withering look.

"Will you please, not do that?"

"Maybe," Voldemort smirked, "What did you remember?"

Sirius debated telling the man; but then decided that he probably had no choice, and besides, it could have been a stupid dream of his doubts he sometimes harbored against the head master.

"I dreamt that Dumbledore ordered the murder of James and Lily, that you and I had a discussion about it at some point in time, and when I told Dumbledore, he did something to me with some sort of spell, but I couldn't remember what it was," Sirius explained.

Voldemort gave a sigh; "Sometimes I wished that I had killed that old coot when I had the chance,"

"Why?" Sirius asked. As long as they were having a civil conversation, it would keep him from any more torture. At least, he hoped.

"He always seems to ruin my plans,"

"Does that mean, then, that he actually talked about something along those lines and that I went to confront Dumbledore on it?"

"Yes, you had just given little Potter to Hagrid; it was then that I showed up, in order to protect my followers," Voldemort replied.

"What? James and Lily had the dark mark?" Sirius asked.

"Must we go through this again?" Voldemort glared at him.

"Well, if I remembered ever having that conversation, I wouldn't be asking such questions, now would I?" Sirius shot back.

"Very well; Both James and Lily took the dark mark after they had gotten married; they didn't believe in Albus Dumbledore and they knew that it was not myself and my Death Eater's killing all of those people, it was actually Dumbledore's forces…

….They bungled some missions of Dumbledore's and passed information to me; they talked Wormtail into joining, they were going to talk to you about it, but you were adamant against it,"

"I didn't want to be like my no-good-family!" Sirius spat. The information hit him hard. James had seemed like he hated Voldemort just as much as Sirius. But, James working for that man? That was….unbelievable.

"I don't care for Muggles, that is true, but I don't kill innocents off just because it amuses me!"

"I…have no clue of what to say," Sirius muttered.

"Just stay here and think about it, I will bring down a pensive later and you can see all, I have some of James' memories," Voldemort stood. He left the room without another word.

Sirius watched the man as he left. Was it possible? He asked himself. Did James and Lily take the dark mark? Were they truly Death Eater's? did they not trust him because he was so impassioned against his family, against the word that he had been born into? Sirius sighed as these thoughts and more filtered through his head.

Next to him, a tray of food had been magicked and the food smelled good. Sirius found that he was starving, and so, without another doubt, he ate. He decided that the food was poisoned because Voldemort would have killed him by now if he did want the young Black dead.

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Voldemort was not happy; not at all! He really did hate to have to torture anyone. But Sirius Black knew a lot, he knew a lot about Dumbledore and his bloody Order. If Sirius just believed in him and trusted him; than he would get the information he wanted.

Not to mention that he was telling the truth; he had the memories to prove it. He had extracted the memories from the dead bodies of James and Lily Potter. He had hoped to get there first, but Black had beat him to it and Hagrid had the baby to Dumbledore before he was able to say "Bob's my Uncle,"

Not that it mattered; the boy really wasn't that powerful at all; Albus just wanted the wizarding world to believe in such things! Voldemort had no connection to the child whatsoever! However, the boy must be more powerful than the average wizard; he had two powerful parents after all.

Voldemort stalked into his lair! He glared at the Death Eater's about him; his red eyed gaze finally falling upon Mr. Black and the rest of that family. Voldemort came to a stop in front of them.

"I did not give my permission for you to visit HIM, yet," Voldemort reminded them.

"I just wanted to see my little boy," Mrs. Black said.

"Of course, you wanted to see you're little boy cower in front of you; to see him cry and wish for mercy, mercy that would not be given. It is a good thing that he is such a hard headed case!" Voldemort said in a deathly whisper.

"Now, get out of my sight before I decide to kill you," Voldemort said before turning away from Mr. and Mrs. Black, Regulus and the nieces. The four made a quick exit.

Voldemort sat on his thrown; planning what he was supposed to do next. Getting the Werewolf to trust him was most prudent. After all, Remus J. Lupin cared for his best friend. Lure Lupin to the lair, capture him and have them both witness the memories would probably work.

Probably? Most deffinantly was a better term for it.

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A/N – I know that this is a slow chapter. But it set's up for the rest of the fic. Did ya'll notice that it is now AU? Now, Voldemort and his followers are sort of good; though, they still do bad things from time to time. The whole Albus thing just came to me half way through this. I thought that since it was AU from the beginning, that I could do more for it! And besides, how many people have seen a very well written fic about Albus-being-the-bad-guy?

I guess I added another twist to this. So, what Voldemort and Sirius discussed; please take as the truth in this fiction. Albus ordered the Deaths of Lily and James (not because he found out that they were DE) but because heknew that Harry would become powerful if he (Dumbledore) trained him the way he wanted too at Hogwarts.

Dumbledore got Sirius out of Azkaban because he knew that Sirius hated Voldemort and would also teach Harry to hate the man. Though, maybe those plans are messed up now? Huh?

Okay, enough of my ramblings, please review!

Ta,

Poppy