Disclaimer : All characters belongs to J. K. Rowlings, minus Dr slump, whose name belongs to Akira Toriyama. All were kidnapped in the dawn, and are not used to make money. They will be returned when I'm done.

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Besides this work will contain : mpreg and people out of character since I am definitely not JK Rowlings, and some strange sentences since I'm French. Still here?

So, on with the show...

Chapter 12 – Breathe deeply and say thirty-three

Sirius was so stunned he didn't react when the doctor grabbed his hand and shook it. He only tried to bolt when the man led him to the couch. The doctor tsked. "I'm not going to betray or hurt you, relax! And I can't have a patient running away during a consultation. Though Lucius did it once, when I had to give him a vaccination potion... Run half naked through the whole house, he did... Can't have a repeat, now, can we? So, off goes the shirt!" he pointed his wand at Sirius, muttered a word, and Sirius' shirt disappeared from his body and reappeared neatly folded on Lucius' desk, well out of Sirius' reach.

Sirius' eyes widdened and he stepped back. "Still intend on running? I hope you got underwear on, because off goes the pants!" the doctor smiled cheekily at Sirius as his pants did the same tricks his shirt did.

Standing in front of the strange man in only his boxers, Sirius shivered. "You're insane!"

The doctor laughed. "No, I'm a doctor, though if you ask my wife, it's the same thing."

An hour later, Lucius knocked and unlocked the door. "Finished?" he enquired, poking his head in. The doctor waved him in and showed him Sirius peacefully sleeping under a blanket on his enlarged couch.

"What did you do to him?" he asked, face and tone blank.

"Breathe, Lucius, breathe! He's only emotionnaly exhausted...And I have a few things to discuss with you."

Lucius sat and eyed Sirius.

"He's gonna sleep for a while. I gave him chocolate, you know the one you love, with almonds, and I wrapped him in a bubble of silence."

Lucius sighed. He had no particular want to have Sirius overhearing this conversation.

"So, what do you want to discuss?"

The doctor's face hardened, and he looked suddenly like a man not to triffle with.

"First, what you wanted answers to. He's quite healthy, somebody's taking good medical care of him. The effects from Azkaban have been nearly counteracted. At least the physical ones, he should be able to carry a child with no problem. He seems in good way to heal from the mental hurt too.

Your second question. He's a virgin, at least he has never bottomed. That should make you happy." The doctor stood up and paced a little, stopping to tuck the blanket carefully tighter around Sirius' shoulders. When he turned towards Lucius, his eyes, usually brown, were morphing into orange flames. Lucius felt chilled sweat running the length of his back.

The doctor's voice was deadly cold. "I discovered a few scars due to his job as an auror. There are two he refused to discuss. One on his throat, and the other a few centimeters above and to the right of his heart. Both had been magically healed and reduced. The one around his throat ran all the way around it before being reduced. Both were made by an atamé and more than thirty years old, meaning he got them around five."

Lucius was so surprised he stuttered. "You... You mean some...somebody tried to kill him, be...before he was six?"

"Slashed his throat and stabbed him in the heart but missed both. Only punctured his lung and damaged his vocal chords a bit."

"That's why his voice tend to be hoarse so easily..." Lucius realised.

Doctor Slump nodded. "When I asked him about those, he just closed, like a clam. I pushed a little bit..." seeing Lucius' raised eyebrow, he sighed. "Okay, a lot, happy now? He finally broke. You should sit."

"I've been sitting since the beginning. Can't you just go on?" Lucius was annoyed.

Doctor Slump's eyes glazed. "I always knew she hated him, but to go this far..."

"His mother did that to him?" Lucius' calm was a remembrance.

"Yes. She had a lover she wanted to marry while she lived in Spain, but her parents married her to Derek Black, without her consent, might I had. Sirius was born nine months later. She couldn't harm the man so transfer her hate on a defenceless baby. She didn't hate Regulus because she already had a scapegoat..."

Silence reigned.

"The fact that he always opposed her didn't help. His father was nearly never here, and when Sirius went to Hogwarts and became a Gryffondor... He even relied on the house elves to heal his son..." ended the doctor.

Lucius was deathly pale, trying to imagine what it had to take from Sirius to survive his home life with a mother who hated him on sight and who transmitted this hate to his brother, and an absent father... Add the worsening of this when he was sorted in Gryffondor...Lucius began to understand Sirius' behaviour while in school, he was trying to compensate from his destroyed childhood. And how he survived relatively so well to Azkaban, it was, after all, just a little bit worse than his home life...

He was brought back to reality by Doctor Slump's hands on his shoulders. He blinked to adjust to his serious face.

"Now, I need all your attention, Lucius. I don't care that you're a big bad Death Eater. Hurt him and you're history, do I make myself clear?"

Lucius, chilled by the doctor's cold flame eyes, nodded.

"I'm on my way, then. Put him to bed." Were Doctor Slump's parting words.

Lucius spent a few seconds looking at a peaceful Sirius before casting a lightening weight spell on him, taking him in his arms, covered in the blanket and walked to Sirius' room. He put Sirius carefully on his bed, and untucked the blanket to look at Sirius' chest. He quickly found the scar, which, even magically reduced was still visible and reverently stroked it.

After a few seconds, he muttered "might as well tucked him in. No need for catching a cold." And divested Sirius of his blanket.

He lost a few more minutes looking at Sirius' boxer clad body, before jerking the sheets on Sirius and nearly hastening out of the room, a light blush on his face.

He spent the afternoon at his desk, staring blankly at a piece of parchment while visions of Sirius in his boxers danced through his mind, his hand wandering on its own from time to time to fiddle with Sirius' clothes, still neatly folded on his desk.

Meanwhile, at Hogwarts, Slytherin sixth year dormitory.

Draco was lounging on his bed without a care in the world, he had finished his homework and even managed to read a little bit ahead. The door to the dormitory slammed open, admitted a dishevelled teen and banged closed.

"Of all the stupid, half thought things to do!" Blaise shouted before throwing his bag in the wall and kicking a chair on his way to his bed.

"What?" he barked to Draco who had sat up and was looking bewildered at the usually stoïc teen.

"What happened to put you of all people in such a state?"

"My stupid father and his lack of intelligence, that's what hapened! He signed a contract with a Hufflepuff, stating that they would marry as soon as said Huflepuff managed to get his hands on a soul orb, or something like that...He disappeared so the marriage never hapenned. Till yesterday."

Blaise kicked the chair a second time.

"What happened?" Draco asked.

"The Hufflepuff came back, asked for the contract to be fulfill. But as my father was already married, the Goblins said the contract will be passed on to me! Joy!"

The chair suffered a new kick.

"And there's nothing I can do, as I have no wish to kill myself, save to kill the Hufflepuff. But I don't plan on visiting Azkaban anytime soon." He raked his hand in his hair.

"I'm going to fly a little bit. Maybe you should ask for a copy of your father's marriage contract... Afterall, you don't want to have Sirius Black as a 'step-mother', do you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, usually, in pureblood contracts, there's a clause saying that if the 'fiancé' is killed, maimed or disappear, then somebody else from the familly take his or her place. Your mother is dead, her sister is married and incarcerated, and Regulus Black is dead. That leave only Sirius Black..."

"But he's a fugitive, a murderer!" interjected Draco.

"And the ministry will take the risk of a wealthy pureblood like your father being hurt because of an unfulfilled contract? No, they'll probably force him to marry your father as soon as they catch him. They'll assign him to residence till he give your father a second heir, and more time if your father found him to his taste...and then get rid of him."

"But the contract was fulfilled when my mother married my father!" Draco said hopefully.

Blaise sighed. "Well, I hope there was a clause saying that the death of your mother had to happen before the wedding for the contract to be forwarded to Sirius Black. And it never hurt to be prepared. Well, I'm off to fly!"

Blaise snickered as he heard Draco scrambling for parchment, ink and quill through the closed door. He was still laughing as he met Harry on the Quidditch pit. Harry laughed too when Blaise re-acted the action for him and their fathers.

The day after, three pairs of eyes locked covertly on Draco as the mail arrived. A barn owl landed near his plate and extended her leg, allowing him to take the heavy enveloppe sealed with Gringott's emblem.

The three were the only ones to know why he rushed out of the Great Hall. The first class, DADA with the Slytherins, proved to be Draco-less, as he had hided in an unused classroom to read his mail.

He stopped in the middle of his fourth re-reading of the letter which came with the contract, afterall, if the words had not changed the third first times, there were no way they would suddenly do so now, and went in search of his head of house. As he was nearing his office, he saw a familiar silhouette. He couldn't refrain from taunting it and smirked as he saw the switching tail and flicking ears.

"So, Potter, had a run in with Polyjuice?" he drawled.

The cat man turned and smirked back. "No, actually."

Draco arched an eyebrow "A prank, maybe?"

"Nope. I have always looked like that." James blinked inocently.

It was then that Draco noticed the golden eyes, and the absence of the scar. He was so stunned he didn't react nor protest when the Potter look-alike creature grabbed his arm, opened professor Snape's office with the password and asked him "I hope you brought the contract, did you?"

Draco could only nod.

"Perfect!" beamed James. "We'll be able to work then!"

Draco stepped out of his shock only as he was sitting in a chair with a cup of tea in his hands. Professor Snape was sitting at his desk, looking through the contract and the letter, the Potter look-alike creature on his lap. Both were conversing in murmurs.