A/N: Well I got enough reviews to update. OK three of them were from the same person, and I know that person, and I made her review, and I stood over her and corrected her spelling while she reviewed. ANYWAY! Somebody must want to know what happens next so here we go.

This update is dedicated to fellytone cos I absolutely love her stuff and to my reviewers.

Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter I'd be on a massive shopping spree and if I owned Sirius…you don't even want to know what I'd be doing but I wouldn't be writing fanfiction.

Chapter 8: Going Along With The Plan

Sirius's first impulse was to punch Lucius right in his smirking face but if Lucius knew just how much the idea of Carina getting hurt bothered him he was sure to go and do it. Fixing him with what Sirius could only hope was a mildly interested expression he cursed inwardly. This was Remus's area of expertise, not his. He was the one whose mouth went before his brain got a look in.

"We were thinking that it might be a good time for the cruciatus," prompted Lucius.

Sirius knew that the older boy was only goading him. "That's illegal," he pointed out in a would-be calm voice, wishing ever more desperately that his friends were here, arrayed on his side.

Lucius smiled toothily, like a shark, and Sirius knew in that moment that he would use the unforgivable curses on her.

He ran a quick mental check on his weapons. He was wandless, unlikely to beat Lucius if it came down to fists and probably not going to be able to get close enough to jam a fork in his eye. This situation was beginning to look hopeless.

Sirius gritted his teeth, for the moment at least, he'd have to go along with it.

"Maybe we should warm up to that," he said, keeping his voice light, "make her really fear us before we crucio her."

He was gratified by the look of surprise in Lucius's green eyes. He flicked a glance at Carina, praying that she knew that he was only faking, that she knew he would never…

The look she threw back at him was one of pure fury. She believed totally in this charade. Sirius bit the inside of his lip, he needed advice and he needed it now. Smiling blandly he rose, "If you could just excuse me for a minute." It was a testament to his self control that he did not sprint across the room. At the doorway he stopped, "Don't start without me."

Up the stairs, down the hallway, into his room and lunge towards the bed for the…Where was it? Sirius scanned frantically over the covers. "Where in Merlin's name is that fu…"

"Looking for this Black?"

Snape stood in the shadows holding the mirror.

"Give me that," said Sirius in a voice of deceptive calm.

"I wouldn't give you anything Black. Not if you got down on your knees and begged me to."

Sirius pounced. Snape's body hit the wall as the other boy slammed into him. Then they were on the floor, wrestling, punching and kicking at each other, the mirror lay forgotten on the floor.

"I am going to KILL you Snivillus!" shouted Sirius, pouring all his anger and frustration of the last week into his punches.

Then something hit him and he went flying into the wall by his bed, only dimly aware of Snape hitting the doorframe as the same bolt of what could only be magic caught him as well. He turned, fists raised, ready to take on this knew opponent.

His own father stood in the doorway, wand out, flanked by Snape's father and Mr. Malfoy.

"Bugger," muttered Sirius almost inaudibly, lowering his fists and waiting for the inevitable lecture.

A/N: Find out how he saves Carina next week…if I get reviews. Not that I'm holding Sirius's love to ransom or anything…