Deeper He Falls

I Am A Reject- Okay, here is the deal; I am not doing Harry/Voldemort, Harry/ Lucious, and since you don't want Harry/Ginny, or Harry/Draco, the choices are Harry/Sirius, Remus/Harry, Harry/Sirius/Remus, and last Harry/Bellatrix. Though, I'm leaning more towards slash, but if you want a heterosexual pairing so be it. Depends on the votes.

Should've been dead on a Sunday morin'
Banging my head
No time for mourning'
Ain't got no time

Order Meeting

All were shocked, and mostly angered. The boy that they thought could have saved them, had betrayed them.

"I don't trust him one bit". Moody broke the silence. Tonks nodded her agreement, and then Kingsley, and then everybody else, exceptfour people in the back. Two were teenagers, and had been accepted into the Order. The adults couldn't keep them out, because they had both seen as much, if not more then the adults had. When the next words were uttered by Tonks, Molly couldn't help but stare at her in amazement. How could she turn against him so fast?

"He's a traitor", Tonks sneered. "I think we should lock him up".

Hermione, who had been letting all the insults bounce around her, had finally had enough. Walking across the room and right in front of Tonks, Hermione raised her hand and bitch slapped her across the face, hard. Tonks looked at Hermione, shock and anger written on her face.

"Say something like that again, and I'll hex you from here to kingdom come", Hermione snarled. Ron stared in awe, and Remus was hiding a smile that was curling on his lips. Molly held the very strong urge to clapp and whistle.

"Bloody hell!" Tonks yelped. "That hurt".

Hermione glared at her then sniffed, turning up her nose she stalked back to her place and sat down, an unattractive sneer plastered on her face.

"At any rate, I still don't trust him" Moody sneered, breaking the incredibly tensed silence, he then found himself bound and gagged on the floor, with and incredibly angry Remus Lupin standing over him.

"Say it again, I dare you" Remus snarled, an odd glint resided in his eyes. And thus ended Harry Bashing.

Now, usually Hermione and Ron would have protested strongly about Harry doing anything that involved the Dark Arts, but since he hadn't really done anything yet, and not to mention the fast turning upon he had seemed to go through, Hermione and Ron were with him all the way. Well, they really didn't want him to join Voldemort but if it floated his boat then so be it.

"I don't need you telling me that I'm crazy for even thinking about joining him, I already know. So if you hate me, then fine, I'm sorry you feel that way", Harry said indifferently.

Ron looked him, shock written all over his face.

"Harry, we don't disagree with you. You're as mad as a hatter, but you should have heard some of the things that were being said about you. Hermione even bitch slapped Tonks, and Remus bound and gagged Moody".

Harry smirked, and he looked at Hermione, and instead of hate, like he had thought he would see, he saw fondness, and brotherly love. His friends were there to stay. He almost didn't want to join Voldemort, almost being the keyword.

'I don't want to betray them' but the darker side of him wasn't going to let him off so easily.

'I think you do, and you know it'

'No, I don't and I know that I don't'

'Think about it, why would you be fighting yourself if you didn't already have doubts about your loyalty?'

'I'll have you know—I don't know why…I don't know why…'

Harry could not answer that. He didn't know how. Why was he fighting? He slept fitfully that night. He tossed and turned and dreamed. None of them were pleasant. Not a single one of them.

"Wormtail, have you retrieved him?" A plump man with a silver hand, nodded gleefully. Finally, he had done something right, and pleased his Master. Voldemort cackled, his eyes glowing scarlet.

"Bring him here". Wormtail nodded and motioned for the two death eaters behind him to retrieve the captive. They disappeared and soon returned with a man, he was struggling. He seemed to be doing it on his own accord, because no amount of fighting would get him anywhere.

There was something different about this man. When confronted with people that he would know, they probably wouldn't recognize him. He seemed to have de-aged. Voldemort stood and looked him over, trailing a bony finger down the man's cheek, he smirked.

"So beautiful, Black".

"Get your fucking hands off me, you bastard", Black spat.

"You know, your godson has changed to. He's quite the looker. I'd love to have some time with him", Voldemort was playing his cards, and he knew just how to play him.

"If you even think about touching him, I will kill you", Black hissed, his voice was deadly. He saw Pettigrew shiver slightly.

"You can't kill me, Black, it's not up to you to decide, whether or not I live or die".

"You have a choice Black, either join me, or I'll kill him". Voldemort had lost all of teasing tone. It was cold and harsh.

"I'll—"

"No!" Harry sprung awake; he had been unable to finish his dream. Something hadn't let him. He frantically searched around for his wand. He jumped out of bed and bounded down the hall. Not slowing down to knock on Remus's door instead he kicked it open. He ran over to Remus, who was still in bed.

"Remus!" Harry whispered, the man didn't move. Harry shook him roughly, trying to awake the Werewolf.

Harry found himself pressed to the mattress; glowing amber eyes hovered above him. Harry lay there, his heart thudding against his ribcage. Remus' hot breath ghosting above his lips. Harry grunted under the werewolf's weight, and tried to push Remus off of him. Remus grunted and snapped back into reality.

"I'm sorry" Remus whispered. "What did you want?"

"Sirius…He's alive", Harry muttered this more to himself then to Remus. Remus glared at him his amber eyes glowing eerily.

"Don't say that! Si—he is not alive", Remus whispered fiercely. He wouldn't say his name. Remus would not say his best friend's name. He wouldn't say his ex-lover's name, no matter how hard you pushed him.

"Say it", Harry ordered.

"Say what?" Remus growled.

"Say his name", Harry ground out.

"It doesn't matter if I say it or not".

"Then why does it matter if you do say it?"

"I can't", Remus murmured.

"Remus, take my hand", Harry ordered. And Remus did, and before he knew it, Remus was in a graveyard. A scene unfolded before him.

"Have you come to your decision yet?"

The voice echoed loudly across the graveyard. A strikingly handsome man lifted his head; his ebony hair was matted to his face. He spat at the Dark Lord's feet.

"Go to hell!" He snarled.

"Obviously, your godson means nothing to you", Voldemort said casually.

"Leave him the hell alone", the man rasped out. Voldemort cackled and aimed his wand at the man.

"You have a strong spirit, Black. I wonder how long it'll take me to break it. Crucio!"

Remus moved forward, as if to jump in front of the curse. Harry grabbed his wrist, and pulled him back.

"You can't do anything, Remus. He can't see you, or hear you".

The curse was lifted and Sirius sat up, not a sound had escaped him. If no one had believed in Sirius Black's loyalty before, they should have seen him now. Had they seen him, they would have surely believed that he had not committed the crime he was imprisoned for.

"Your precious Godson tried to write me. He wanted to join me, but it seems he's having problems. You see, he doesn't know what to do, he's confused".

"No—Harry wouldn't do that…"

"Oh, but he did".

"NO!"

The scene suddenly stopped, and Harry collapsed on the bed. Wearily, he spared one last look at Remus. The look of comprehension written plain as day across his face, and that was the last thing that Harry saw.

"He's alive…"

Harry blacked out.

Morning was something Harry didn't want to face. He knew he had to do something about Sirius. What was he to do? This he hadn't decided yet. He altered between the ideas of just throwing all rational thought out the window, and going to get Sirius himself, or getting help with a rational plan, and then a back up plan.

He didn't want Sirius to wait long. Who knows what Voldemort would do to him? So this would make logical sense, as to why Harry stayed locked up in his room. He was thinking up a plan…