A/N – Sorry that I haven't updated this for a while! But I haven't any idea's! grrr…I am such a prat!

Harry Potter and the Price of Love

Part 7

It was raining. The sky was a dark, angry grey and let out its wrath upon the world below, not caring that anyone got wet while running for shelter. Not caring that it caused sudden flash floods and mud slides. The water itself was cold, bone chilling in fact, and all in all – it was not a good night to be out and about.

Not that he care, he shook the water off of himself, but it really didn't matter, he was wet as hell anyway, so why bother to shake the water from his dark hair? Light blue eyes gazed tiredly at the road before him, his paws hurt and all he wanted to do was find a place to sleep, preferably a dry place where he could get warm for a bit.

The large grim looking dog back-coughed, he was sure that he'd get a cold from the infuriating rain, which wouldn't be a surprise. However, he knew that he had to go on, Voldemort was counting on him and Sirius wasn't sure if he could even do this mission. But being that he was a Marauder and never let a challenge get him down, he had accepted and promised to deliver when called.

It was a good thing that he had all the time in the world to track down the effects that he needed. He wasn't sure as to why Voldemort needed them, but that really didn't matter, he didn't question the man.

Now look at you, Padfoot you prat! You're thinking like a Death Eater! He thought to himself, then it dawned on him, he was a Death Eater. He was working for the most feared wizard to ever grace the face of the earth for ages! He wasn't surprised by this, nor was he frantic or afraid…he accepted it. It had been something that he had to do, and even Remus had done it with him.

In school, Sirius would have punched anyone who told him that he'd be a Death Eater one day – now, he would probably have hexed them and then walked off. Not caring one way or the other! He had done it for Harry, after all, wasn't that what he was supposed to do?

Sirius shook himself out of this funk he had suddenly found himself in. He didn't need to doubt himself or his decisions now, one the war was over he and Remus and Harry could live together safely and happily and never have to worry about the Order or of Dumbledore again!

He didn't notice the dark, cloaked figure walk up behind him, he didn't even know what hit him till after he had been stunned and darkness took him to another world.

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Remus couldn't find a decent spot on his bed to sleep in – he had been worrying over Sirius for a while now, he knew that it was silly of him, but it was true. Sirius was the closest thing the Werewolf had to family…and that one person was in trouble. The Werewolf inside him howled in distress at something that seemed so trivial.

Remus stood and prowled about the room – there was no way he could sleep this night! Eh should have insisted that Sirius take a heavier cloak with him, an extra pair of shoes and some more food, it just hit him, then, that Sirius hadn't packed any food, WHATSOEVER!

"Oh Merlin! He didn't pack any food!" Remus smacked his head in frustration.

"Who didn't pack what?" Riddle had walked into the room.

"Sirius! He forgot his heavy cloak, an extra pair of shoes and food! I am such a hen!" Remus sighed and flopped onto the bed.

"I see that you two are very close," Riddle chuckled.

"We shared a dorm for seven years, I know him better than anyone! Bother! I knew him and James inside and out! I should have seen this," Remus muttered.

"If it makes you feel better, once he gets back I can punish him, some what," Riddle said.

"Er – I don't want him to be in pain," Remus mumbled.

"That wasn't what I meant, but all right, no pain," Riddle sat down in the chair placed between the two beds.

"I need you to do some research for me," Riddle changed the subject.

"Of course anything to get out of here," Remus sat up.

"I need you to research obscure magical objects," Riddle replied.

"Any obscure item? Or is there one in particular?" Remus asked.

"I don't suppose you'd find what I need, but anything will be a help, I have had everyone bring any dark books they have, some may bite," Riddle stood.

"Oh, nothing I haven't come across before, biting books…" Remus trailed off.

"I'm sure you can handle it, but I forbid you to start to night, tomorrow will suffice for you to start, and if I find you near any books or out of this room at all, I'll have to punish you," Riddle gave Remus a stern look.

"Want to take the books that are all ready in the room? Or am I allowed those?" Remus asked, raising an eye brow. Voldemort really wasn't that bad and he had a good sense of humor, unless you made him mad, but Remus sensed that he was in a good mood.

"You can keep those books," Riddle said, then he bid him good night. Remus heard the lock in the door turn and knew that he'd have to resort to Marauder methods if he really wanted to get out of the room.

"Good thing I wasn't much for Marauder ways to begin with," Remus muttered before trying to go to sleep.

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"How is it going?" Bellatrix asked Remus as she and her sister walked into the library. The Library was huge! It had been filled with many dark arts books over the years, some that had belonged to the Hogwarts library, and some that had deffinantly been acquired else where. There were several sections in the library and Remus had set up in the middle, so that he could easily go the section that he needed to at any given time.

Remus looked up, "Fine I guess,"

"Really? How long have you been at it?" Narcissa asked.

"Since seven this morning," Remus replied with a shrug.

"Found anything yet?"

"Er – let's see…The Necklace of Vassar, she was a Sorceress in the 1600's, she lived in the south of France," Remus said, it was the closest he had gotten from any of the very old French books.

"Oh? Interesting, what's so special about it?" Narcissa asked.

"This French is so old that I can't make it out, but I think it says that the Necklace was one that she wore all the time, after her lover killed her, all of her dark, powerful magic manifested in the necklace, I'm not sure what it does, really, but I'm sure it isn't pretty,"

"Hmmm…" Bellatrix nodded her head.

"Anything else?"

"Umm…you remember those old legends of Arthur and the round table and what not?" Remus asked.

"Yes," Narcissa said.

"Well, in these old Gaelic books, it says that Exaliber, the sword that Arthur is famous for, was enchanted by the Lady of the Lake to protect him, as long as he had it with him he couldn't be killed," Remus explained.

"Oh?"

"Interesting? Tell me, did someone steal the sword and kill him?"

"Morgan Le Fey, Arthur's half-sister, stole the sword, her lover killed Arthur then," Remus said.

"Well, life really is ironic," Bellatrix shrugged.

"Most of the accounts are vague on several points, but, I'm pretty sure that's what it says," Remus replied.

"Well, we'll go tell Lord Voldemort that you have found a few things, at least," Narcissa said, she and Bellatrix moved to the door.

"He say's that you need to eat, and that he wants to see you at luncheon," Bellatrix called back and they both left. Remus turned back to the old books. He sighed as he tried to puzzle out some of the very old runes of a book that had been written sometime during the dark ages. It almost bit his hand off.

Using some of the more creative curse words that he had learned from Sirius, Remus tamed the book before he tried reading it again. He sat heavily in his chair and pulled out the pendant that he always wore. It was about two inches in length and was the perfect depiction of a Grim. It had a stone placed in the middle of the pendant and it glowed black. That meant that Sirius was in some trouble.

Remus stared at the pendant, nothing good was going to come from such an omen.

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Sirius Black didn't know where he was, all he knew was that he was cold and that whatever he was lying on was chilling him even more and was uncomfortable. He wondered how he had let his attacker get him like that, then he berated himself for not paying as much attention as he should have been.

When he opened his eyes, he took in the dungeon room he was in – it was then that he heard two people talking outside.

"You did a good job Adrien, but I want the Potter boy,"

"I know, but Riddle hid him! I don't know where the kid went!" the man, Adrien replied.

"Really, my boy, I have a feeling that Harry Potter is closer than either of us know," the other voice, Sirius knew that voice!

"I haven't begun tracking the boy down, but you have a Death Eater in there that might be able to tell you," Adrien muttered, then some heavy footsteps and it was quiet.

Sirius sat up and took in his surroundings – the room was as big as the one he had in Azkaban, five feet wide and four feet in length, there were chains hanging on the walls and Sirius found that one of his ankles had been chained to a ring in the floor.

It was then that the door opened, made of heavy oak it creaked open to admit, an old man with a long white beard and shinning blue eyes.

"What do you want?" Sirius growled, he hadn't been planning on running into Albus Dumbledore, no less, being captured and brought to the Wizard.

"Is that how you greet an old friend?" Albus replied.

"Is that how you justify killing James and Lily?"

"I didn't…"

"Don't give me that shit! I know you did," Sirius glared.

"Sirius, you must believe me when I say that I was not planning on that happening,"

"No, I don't believe you! You knew! You knew that James and Lily were Death Eaters! You knew they only did it to protect Harry, and you killed them! You gave Snape a second chance, why not them?"

"I was not there that night, Voldemort…"

"Shut up! Voldemort may be Slytherin but he at least told us the truth right out!"

"Us? Who do you mean by 'us'?"

"Go away! I don't want to talk to you," Sirius glared, he sat back against the wall and crossed his arms. Albus stood in the cell for a few more moments before leaving. The heavy door creaking shut behind him and locking.

Sirius watched him go, he smirked and decided to wait for a bit. No sense in escaping too soon, after all, where was the fun in that?

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A/N – I am so sorry for not updating! I've been busy and haven't had an idea for this chapter! As for the pendants, both Remus and Sirius have them. Remus has one of a grim and Sirius has one of a Werewolf, the stones work sort of like that clock of Mrs. Weasley's. A certain color means that the person is in trouble.

Black – danger

Yellow – Pranking

Red – detention

Ice blue – Wounded but all right

Dark blue – safe

You as readers have to decide what is the danger when the stone turns black, I think it can vary, and as you can see, these pendants were made when the Marauders were at school. But that's a whole other story, I'm not sure if I'll write it or not, but each Marauder had the pendant of their friends, Once James died, both Remus and Sirius took the pendant of the stag and put it away for safe keeping, they did the same when Peter went to Azkaban.

I'm not sure if I'll write Peter into this or not – I don't think I will, but if I can find a way for him to play a significant part, than maybe….but I'm not sure so don't count on him being in here, unless he is mentioned in passing.

Ta,

Poppy