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Chapter Two: Cabin Fever
"We've sent units to take care of the Manor, but that still leaves Lucius Malfoy's whereabouts to be obtained. Sirius, it is up to you to infiltrate the boy and find this information." McGonnagal's eyes trailed to Draco's twisting mouth as some Aurors fitted him with clean clothes. "Merlin, I remember him when he was just a boy, sneering like his father in my classroom." Uncharacteristically, the witch wiped her eyes, patting Sirius's shoulder. "That boy is the key to the end of this terrible war, and we all trust you."
Face marked with a sardonic smile, Sirius merely nodded. He had heard what Minerva said, but he truly wasn't paying that much attention after all. Knowing what to do came by instinct, not orders. And he was too busy watching Moony out in the hall to listen anyway. The werewolf at the moment was trying to convince the Malfoy boy to put on the heavy clothes the Order had provided for him. But like an irascible toddler, the young man would wait until Lupin seemed satisfied, then right when the older wizard would turn his back, he would tear off the clothing and throw it over the stairway bannister, smiling sweetly when old Moony sighed and shook his head.
After retrieving seven cloaks in total, Remus left the boy to the other Aurors, joining Sirius leaning in the door frame.
"He's as stubborn as a bull dragon and twice as mean." He smiled. "I'm sure you'll have quite a time with him. And you know, Padfoot, that frown he has reminds me of a certain young man when we would go to get our school robes fitted. You would squirm like there were flobberworms in your trousers."
"That's normal; you on the other hand, dearest Remus, enjoyed that tailor measuring you up a little too much if I recall."
Lupin laughed, tugging on the frontmost locks of Sirius's hair.
"I don't see why you're not the one baby-sitting this little bastard."
"Sirius, Dumbledore wanted you-"
"For Merlin knows why. Moony, you're a bit.... gentler than I am." Sirius shifted uncomfortably. "I don't take kindly to rich little boys who have murderous fathers mouthing off to me, especially after all the bad history this kid has with Harry. My Godson, if you've forgotten."
"Have you taken the time to look at this 'little rich boy', Sirius?"
Grudgingly Sirius let Lupin turn his face to see now that three Aurors were holding down a squirming Malfoy as they tried to shove him into fresh clothing. In the odd shifts of light, Sirius saw Malfoy was made of mist. The jarring ribs and emaciated face forced him to turn back to a sober Lupin. "Yeah," he admitted wearily, "I see him."
"I know you, Sirius. Better than you know yourself; and I have faith in you. Besides, if I took over I would be a pushover for a person like Draco. I'm a werewolf and I would still lose a stare down with a cat."
"That Crookshanks can be mighty frightening at times."
"Shove off, Padfoot."
Finally Sirius came over and sent the Aurors away to do "something worthwhile" as he put it so graciously. He was left with a very waspish young man, one who spit at his feet the moment Sirius tried to come closer. Scowling, Sirius merely raised a hand and grabbed Malfoy's shoulder, nearly dropping the boy to his knees. He held on like a steel vice, unyielding until Malfoy went still, practically burning the floor with the acid spitting from his eyes. But Sirius was satisfied and let him up, even helping Draco enough so that they stood eye to eye. Then, under Lupin's amused guidance, the two friends outfitted their unwilling captive in clothing suited for the biting weather outside.
The other Aurors were on the street, packing a spindly black carriage. They waved up at the uppermost window of the Black house and Lupin signaled back.
"They're ready out there for you," he told Sirius. When the dark haired wizard stood up, Lupin grabbed his arm, eyes lowered.
"Remus, don't start worrying until I'm at least out the door. And if anyone must worry, I think it would be me. I'm going to be stuck with this brat for as long as it takes out on the moor with no hope of getting away from it. Minerva told me the whole area has been reinforced with powerful spells fixed to only let a few selected people in, and those same people out. And the best part is, I'm not one of the few, so I'll be trapped in that space." He shivered. "Like Azkaban, Moony."
"Stop it, you're not helping," Lupin whispered. "I'll come to see you as much as I am permitted. Just to check if you've killed each other yet." He glanced at Draco; the boy was curled up in a bare corner amidst the disarray of Aurors and members of the Order. "I think he's sleeping. He might even sleep for days now that he'll be in a safe place." Letting Sirius's sleeve fall from his fingers, Lupin met his friend's bemused gaze. "I know I'm being foolish to worry, but you're the last, Padfoot, and I never want to be alone like it's been, like when you were in Azkaban."
Over Lupin's shoulder, Sirius could sense Malfoy watching them. His eyes came back to Moony's face. He brushed the wizard's cheek. Not being a man of eloquent words, Sirius leaned forward and gently laid a kiss on Lupin's down turned mouth. It wasn't a kiss like they used to share in school. This kiss was one of a bond stronger than that of brothers, or lovers. Remus returned it, his arms clinging to Sirius as if he wanted to have Sirius's scent stained into him. Their embrace was tight, they were holding on to each other like the two of them had through harder times. Lupin's embrace was always warm, and Sirius found solace in it, his eyes opening to stare out at the winding snow covering the stretches of London in white. He moved his eyes, starting to close them, as they brushed over Malfoy's shapeless bundle in the corner. The boy's face was lifted and eyes staring at the two of them, expressionless. Deep in his gaze there was something burning, dormant like embers before oil spills over them. Sirius closed his eyes, being in Lupin's arms and seeing Malfoy's face presented a very harsh reality check. Malfoy was devoid of anything warm, anything even remotely inviting. And Sirius had to leave Lupin's brimming life force to spend as long as needed out on a desolate moor with a boy whose soul seemed equal to it.
By true nightfall of the blackest hue, Sirius had said his goodbyes to everyone in the compound. Stepping out the door and gasping from the dramatic change in temperature, he warmed himself by laughing. Inside, when he had said goodbye to a younger unit of Aurors, he ended up interrupting their making bets on his stay with Malfoy.
"Who do you think'll crack first?"
"Our Sirius is like rock!"
"Yeah, but that Malfoy's acid stare can melt rock like Mum's butter." There was a sizable din of agreement and a few souls tried to take back their bets they had made in Sirius's favor.
"All bets are final," Sirius said, startling the young men and women into an embarrassed silence. "But don't let me ruin your fun, we don't get much around here. Put me in eight Galleons that the boy will crack first." He left with their laughter filled hurrahs, waving from the door.
Like most people, Sirius hated goodbyes, even for short term, although in this case no one was telling. That was why he didn't respond to Lupin's gaze on him from the upstairs window. He could feel it though, as if Moony were whispering in his ear. But it made him bitter, too. He didn't realize why everyone thought this was so final. Like most of the senior members, he had performed interrogations before, and held watch over hostages. Maybe Malfoy was a very special case, but everyone was acting like he'd be gone for years. The boy couldn't possibly be that hard to crack, and on their 'isolated premises' as Dumbledore put it, they would have visitors. What Sirius chose to look over though was that Dumbledore had mentioned the visiting part of it after Sirius heckled him for literally hours. Remembering the old man's face, Sirius paused a long time before stepping up on the carriage steps. Then, on impulse, he considered his childhood home, now so much changed, and looked up at Lupin's face resembling his namesake hanging white in the window. He lifted his hand once, and heaved himself into he carriage.
It had been a good number of hours since leaving the house and Sirius had finally took his eyes away from the pitch out the tiny square window. Sitting rigidly across from him, face a perfect picture of sour scorn, Malfoy stared straight ahead at nothing, and Sirius jokingly feared that if he crossed that gaze he'd be severed in half.
Actual chains had been placed over Malfoy's arms and legs. Sirius thought of his own imprisonment, both Azkaban's free range terror, and the night Harry and Hermione had rescued him with Buckbeak from the Hogwarts tower. Taking empathetic pity on the boy, Sirius reached over to find the lock of the bindings.
Malfoy came to sudden life, his whole body shooting away from Sirius to press himself as far as he could into the scarlet satin corner of the compartment. A little surprised, Sirius shrugged. It looked as if the chains were cutting into Malfoy slightly, now that he'd moved. They were probably made that way. Sirius had seen such things before; when a prisoner tried to run, the chains would tighten with every movement, finally throttling the person to death. Harsh lengths in any case. But Sirius figured it might give the boy ideas. He wouldn't be surprised if Malfoy waited until he was asleep and then literally wriggled himself to death in the tightening chains. 'I might as well die fighting' Malfoy had said before.
Moving over to the opposite seat, Sirius caught the chain binding the boy's wrists and forcibly pulled him over, not liking the way the wizard struggled so much. Growing impatient, Sirius spat, "Do what you will then." Malfoy kept struggling until he was gasping. Finally, when the gray eyes rolled back to bloodshot whites, Sirius cut the chains with his knife, shoving Malfoy to the floor as the boy writhed and gasped. "Little more afraid of death than we thought, are we?" Sirius nudged Malfoy's shoulder with his foot, feeling a sudden disdain for him. Right then he felt like beating everything out of the boy so that he wouldn't be forced into isolation. Remus would be better than me, he mentally repeated the words he argued with Dumbledore before. But Albus had given him the same reasons that Remus had; Sirius was the only one strong enough both physically and mentally to tackle this charge, end of discussion. Plus, there was always that unspoken point; Lupin was a werewolf, and strange things would happen out on the moors.
While this whole ordeal takes place, Sirius would only have this sorry excuse as a companion. He glared at the person lying still on the plush carriage floor, reminding Sirius of a piece of coal lying among rubies. And their relationship was daunted by the circumstances as it were. As Sirius saw it, Draco was going to be used to track down and destroy Lucius Malfoy, and the boy knew it as well as anyone. Despite how he regarded his father, in bad light or in favorable, Draco was a Malfoy, and Malfoys never betrayed family if there was nothing worthwhile in it for them. Sirius knew this because he'd heard it from the horse's mouth, so to speak. Lucius often paraded his family values around school when Sirius was at Hogwarts with him.
That was another stitch in his side. Every time he looked at the damned boy he saw Lucius. And there was nothing else in the world that could get his blood boiling more than Lucius Malfoy. Silky, slimy, sauntering, swaggering Lucius Malfoy and his slick blonde hair. The human snake, as James would say. Only "S" words could describe him. He was sinister and sacrilegious. Sirius's brow curled. What did sacrilegious mean? It started with an "S", so Lucius would fit.
Remus told him once that he became very foolish when it came to Lucius. And Sirius didn't deny it. Whenever Lucius came up, he would start throwing around nonsense like 'sacrilegious', a word he didn't think he knew to begin with.
"I'm going insane already," he said, rolling his head back on his shoulders. When he put his hand to his forehead, it came away moist with sweat. Growling, Sirius pulled his cloak from his shoulders, tossing it down onto Draco's head. The boy didn't move it, so Sirius decided he was asleep and therefor, out of his hair. Scratching his chin, Sirius sighed deeply in a very Lupin-like fashion. He glanced lazily out the window. Faint light from the carriage compartment leaked out on the ground passing by outside, dwindling into heavy shadows almost immediately. They were on the moors, Sirius could feel the vastness. His white knuckles cracked as he clenched a fist. "Another Hades like Azkaban," he murmured. Eyes cast demurely out into the stretches of invisible landscape, Sirius turned his thoughts to his Godson, who was located in a hidden keep somewhere, and let the happy thoughts of Harry's safety lull him to sleep.
The area was so far out of the way that it was beyond morning when the carriage finally rolled to the outside of the barrier. Sirius peered out the window grimly, as Draco looked through the opposite window, still silent and stony. He had woken before Sirius completely fell into slumber, and moved from beneath Sirius's feet where they had found a resting place on his chest. Since in the night he had been staring fixedly out the window, his pointed chin cupped in his left hand. Pretending to sleep, Sirius had kept half an eye on him, and was surprised when Malfoy had begun to tap the fingers of his right hand on his knee in a distinct pattern, which he repeated over and over as if it were the tune to his favorite verse in a song. Sirius found it fascinating, and soon he was trying to fit the tune in his head, striking mental notes each time Malfoy moved a finger. Lupin would know it right away, because the Marauder was a hound, no pun intended, for music.
Malfoy had stopped the movement of his fingers when Sirius pretended to wake up, stretching and giving the most disturbing groan as his back tried to knock him out with shabby tugs. His fingers jarringly kneaded the painful spot and Sirius made all sorts of guttural sounds, which he could see annoyed Malfoy. He made himself louder, grinning beneath the veil of his black hair which hid his amusement from the boy.
Apparently their things, or Sirius's things and Malfoys donated property, were already in the place where they were staying (Sirius hadn't yet labeled it a house, nor even a shelter in case by labeling it so he was preparing himself for grave disappointment). All he had to do included getting off the carriage and stepping through "the bars of his cage". I'm torturing myself, he decided.
Figuring the chains Malfoy had were in case of an attempted escape, Sirius grabbed him roughly by the collar, unexpectedly on Draco's part, and dragged him gruffly out of the carriage. The moment they were standing in the ice clad grass, the carriage slammed itself shut and erupted away like a flock of pigeons taking off in a park. That was reassuring. Glaring at the carriage as it, let's just say; made a run for its inanimate life, Sirius kept a firm hold on his charge, pulling the relenting wizard with him. They approached the barely seen boundary, so abrupt and impersonal in Sirius's opinion, and without hesitation to change his mind, Sirius dove through. Only at the last moment Malfoy made a noise, and to Sirius's ears it sounded like a curse. For some reason that made him smile obnoxiously, so now they knew that Malfoy had some sort of fuse on him. Sirius was just there to cut it short and light the match.
Being inside was no change to being outside, except that now the unlabeled place was revealed to them. And Sirius was glad he hadn't built up any grand picture of a large comfortable house. It faintly resembled the Shrieking Shack, only smaller, and not so imposing a figure. This little place was well-nigh scruffy looking. Sirius felt himself grin, although barely because it was so cold out.
"Home, sweet home," he told Malfoy, walking up to the door that looked like it could be pushed down by a house elf. He opened it, satisfied with its hidden sturdiness and entered the living quarters. Inside, he laughed good and hard. It was a larger place than he'd thought by its outward appearance, but with only one room (probably so his surveillance would be unaltered). There was a wood stove, which fortunately Sirius knew how to work, and a round knitted rug lying as the center piece, and a table with two matching chairs. Something like a shower curtain framed one corner, and nothing needed to clue in Sirius about that particular display. At least he knew now that they didn't have to answer the call of nature out in the bleak cold. Besides the sparse treatments of furniture (aforementioned plus lanterns and two grizzly cots), it just exactly fit the place that Sirius had kept with Buckbeak for that long time. Of course he and the cuddly featherball had warmed the place up after a while, but the similarities were uncanny. Although now instead of a big clumsy oaf of a Hippogriff that could snore awake the dead, Sirius had the companionship of Lucius Malfoy's son.
Speaking of the devil, Malfoy hadn't come in yet. He was still posed in the doorway as if afraid to let his feet touch the floorboards, while Sirius was impressed that they even had a floor. The older wizard turned around and spread his arms wide. Draco looked at him in blatant disgust. Then, his lips pressing so tightly together he looked mouthless, Draco gazed sidelong outside for a few seconds before coming all the way inside and shutting the door behind him with a concluding slam.
Sirius had perched Malfoy on one of the chairs, again using the boy's collar as a firm hold. At first he'd left him there, hunting around a bit for eats and discovering a magic pantry which had an unlimited amount of food. Everything one took was instantly replaced. But it was all the magic Dumbledore would allow them out here in case of any enemy scouting for Draco.
Chewing contentedly on a delectably juicy apple, Sirius figured that he might as well begin the procedure, never being one to drag things out. He wouldn't begin the interrogation, not yet, but perhaps discuss basic facts while he inspected Malfoy for any spells or damage concealed at the base. For all Sirius knew, if he gave the wizard verituserum, a spell could trigger which would kill his charge. In cases like these, no one ever knew. So he would run some tests and.... chat. What a terrible word; one Remus used too much. Once Sirius was stuck in the same room with Snape and Moony had had the gall to tell him to 'chat' with the oily git. Chatting. That put a damper on all the other dampers.
"Sit still," he said gruffly, hating to be professional. Taking a special vile from his pocket (having left his wand back at the house for safety reasons; namely if Malfoy got his hands on it and decided to perform an Unforgivable), Sirius tilted Malfoy's head back. For that he received one of the nastiest glares he'd ever had the pleasure of experiencing. Not since school with Lucius had he been the target of such malicious vision.
"Take your hands off me, Black," Draco snapped. He shoved Sirius's hands away. "I can move myself." The malice had dribbled from his eyes into his voice. It was like speaking with Lucius again.
Damn Moony for letting him do this alone. It was all Sirius could do not to slug the boy right in the jaw. But he took a deep breath and counted to ten. "If that's what you want," he grated, "Now I'm going to drip some of this potion into your eyes-"
"Where is Professor Snape? I don't want some animal giving me potions." He grabbed the paltry git by the shoulders, shaking him. "Listen you little wanker, for now until we're done here it's just you and I. Snivell-Snape is off doing something else and he has no time to waste here on you, Malfoy. But I do. I have all the time in the world to waste on you."
Draco's eyes narrowed into dangerous slits of burning silver. He leaned very close to Sirius's face and said very quietly, "You won't get anything out of me."
The way that angular jaw was set Sirius was reminded of Lucius again, and not, he imagined, for the last time. They had run into each other outside of Potions. Sirius had fallen, dumping all of his books. And Lucius, Lucius had easily kept his feet. He stared down at Sirius on the ground with such a superior expression, then had just walked away. Nothing, just walked away. That was worse than laughing or sneering; if Lucius had done that Sirius could have yelled something back, or fought the older boy. But with nothing, what could he do?
"At this point I don't care if you shrivel up into dust! This is getting into your eyes. And if you're so keen on moving your own self, then tilt your head back now. This stuff will only check if you're set for anything."
"I'm not."
"I don't care, we're checking anyway."
Draco dug his heels into the floor and pushed the chair scraping back over the floor. "You're not putting that in my eyes, I said. There's no reason for it!" A red flush stained his white cheeks. Sirius raised his eyebrows.
"Now if you weren't so jumpy I wouldn't be so insistent." Sirius got to his feet. "Despite it all, this is going in your eyes."
"No, I won't let you."
"Kid, there are no other people here. Like I said; just you and I. And if you carry on with this idiot behavior, I will not hesitate in knocking you out to get this potion in your eyes and working."
Malfoy looked like he was at a loss for words. His mouth seemed to be shaping some, but with no sound. His delicate brow furrowed, and it was obvious his next sentence was hard coming.
"I. Won't. Let. You."
Sirius stared at him. He had no lingering doubt in his mind that Malfoy would take a swing at him if he even moved closer. But that didn't matter, it was regulation that this would get in his eyes for the protection of them both. And Sirius refused to put his life endanger because this kid was stubborn. So he capped the vile again and put it in his pocket. What would Remus do? Well, Lupin would probably contact Snape to get out here and give the boy the potion, but Sirius couldn't bother getting Snivellus. Right now his agenda was to test the boy for spells, and that one thing only. Unlike his female peers in the Order, he was not a multitaskable fellow, and irritable when pushed to be.
"Come here."
"No," Malfoy shot back, squaring his feet. Then, as an after thought; "You're insane."
It wasn't like he hadn't heard it before.
There were only about five feet separating the two of them. Sirius drew his knife. And like a racing dog after the gun has been fired, Malfoy darted for the door, his hand fumbling with the rusty knob. Marking him, Sirius threw the knife easily, landing it on the edge of Malfoy's shoulder, going straight through the cloak, and pinning him to the door. The only other person he'd ever done that to was coincidentally Draco's father. Sirius shook his head, We're not going to think about that. But it was unnerving taking out the vile and moving up to the struggling blonde, neatly grabbing his hair and yanking his head back. Then with two fingers he held the eyelids apart and dripped in the potion. Malfoy let out a yowling moan like a cat, blinking furiously, and thrashing his legs in harsh kicks aimed for Sirius's shins. The drops got in, Malfoy's eyes immediately turning vermillion. Sirius stepped back, leaving the knife where it was. He didn't know how much time it would take, he never did. This stuff worked on how much, or how little the person had been spelled. So Sirius waited, picking off the brown parts on the meat of the apple, whistling as he did the tune Draco had tapped with his fingers.
Malfoy practically hung from the knife, his mouth open, eyes tightly closed, as the potion worked. Sirius rolled his eyes. It looked like he had a drama queen on his hands; it couldn't possibly hurt as bad as the boy was making it out to. But Harry got into little tiffs like that, making things ultimately bigger than they were. Regardless, Draco's face unnerved him so he walked up to the wizard and gingerly pulled back his lids in both eyes. The potion, staining the pupil red if there were any traceable spells, had left the pupils black and was now running down the pale face in tiny drops that looked like oily tears.
He rocked the knife back and forth until it came loose from the door. Malfoy swayed on his feet a little, rubbing the wetness from his cheeks with both hands. Sirius studied the bowed crown for a moment, then sat down at the table. Draco pulled a chair up to it and sat down as well. For some reason, Sirius gripped the boy's shoulder. Draco gasped and looked up, his eyes darting over Sirius's face.
"You were telling the truth."
Draco scoffed and warily drew away from Sirius's touch. "I knew that." He looked down at his hand, fingers tapping out that familiar tune. When Sirius matched him by whistling, he asked nonchalantly, "Has the Manor fallen?"
Sirius leaned back, watching the slender fingers playing the tabletop. "Guess so, they would have gone in this morning. And if there is any sentimental property you want to keep, I'm sure the Aurors will salvage-"
The boy wiped the last drops of potion from his eyes. "No," Draco said quietly, "There's nothing there I want."
Carefully, Sirius rested his elbows on the table. He tried to imagine Harry whenever he and and his Godson had breakfast alone together. For a time, and for a reason they both couldn't understand, things went slowly between them. Conversation was out of the question. There were only empty comments they both made that lead nowhere.
"None of us expected to see the Manor like it is." Sirius ran his fingers through his hair. "I didn't expect to see you like you were."
Draco stopped tapping the song and clenched his fists. "We had little food," he said bitingly without looking up. "Your side is starving us out. For weeks on end we ate nothing but rotten food. The dark creatures with us ate each other, or survived off of the dead."
Putting his apple down on the table, Sirius scratched his chin, rubbing at the shadow of hair creeping around his jaw. Malfoy's story sounded familiar, echoing his own while he was on the run from Azkaban. Dead things. Sometimes it was all he could scavenge. For the first time, Sirius really looked at the boy sitting across from him. He was like Lucius, almost identical in appearance, and yet Sirius felt something different off him, something human in the way Draco stared hard at the table, his head resting in his hand as the fingers of his right again began to play out the song. His nails were caked with dirt.
Splitting the quiet, Sirius's stomach let out with a monstrous roar. He patted it. "Want something to eat?"
Draco stared at him in disbelief. "You're mind boggling," he said. "I'm not ready to eat yet, they gave me something back at that house."
"All this food and you're eating like a bird."
"My stomach can't handle anything more than a meager supply for a while. I prefer not to reintroduce the food I eat to the outside world."
Sirius felt scolded. This kid was so different from Harry, Ron, or Hermione. He knew that of course, but a teenage boy turning down a limitless display of victuals was astonishing next to the endless voids Harry and Ron seemed to pack within their bellies.
"Suit yourself, it's there when you want it." He opened the pantry door and smiled; "Good old Dumbledore." There was a huge already made sandwich piled with all of his favorite trimmings. He lifted it out, mouth watering, then something else caught his eye. It was a heavy dictionary that just appeared between the spices and herbs. Slamming it and the sandwich down on the table, unsure if the four skinny legs could hold the weight, Sirius was just about to dive in when he caught Draco's eye. "What?" He grinned. "You want one?"
The skeptical gray eyes drifted over the mountainous array of oozing mayo, crisp lettuce, mounds of cheese and meats, rivers of sauces, rows of peppers, and juts of crisps and gummies snacks shoved between several different levels of a variety of breads. Draco swallowed uneasily.
Sirius gazed at the scandalous atrocity with loving eyes.
"I think I'm going to be sick," Draco managed, rushing from the table and diving behind the tacky curtain hanging in the corner. Sirius watched him with a confused expression.
"Making room?"
Draco's reply was a series of violent retching.
Sirius shrugged. "Sacreligious..... Aha! Injurious or disrespectful to things held sacred; profane. And it's an adjective." Sirius scratched his chin. "Not sure what that is." He closed the book. Not bad for the first day, Sirius complemented himself. No blood shed, all limbs intact, a new word learned, and a quintuplet decker sandwich bigger than most children for supper. No, not bad at all.
A/N: This chapter was specifically for feeling the characters out with each other. Next chapter gets tense, honestly. Squee! I'm just having fun with this one, peoples! (blows a raspberry) Dosvedania!