Chapter 4.9
'Was he back in Azkaban', he thought. The hard cold floor seeping into his frail back was reminiscent of his days back in his cell. He was hearing some shuffling and hurried whispering. He tried to remember the events of the day but the only thing clear were the two kids having a picnic. The kids! His eyes suddenly snapped open, and he saw two drenched looking kids fighting in front of him. He was trying to get his bearings, it seems that he was on some table, a stone table judging by the cool surface. Sirius felt like he was drenched too, and was carelessly dried with magic. His entire back was wet, and his teeth start to chatter. However alarmingly, he recognized that he couldn't move his limbs, which just means the kids just bounded him. Great.
"Oh he's awake."
"Great pointing out the obvious Draco." Draco, that's his name. Could he be Cissa's son, the boy resembles that awful Lucy so much. And the girl, what was her name again? Harmony, Marianne, oh he couldn't remember. Everything is a blur to him.
"Hello! Can you hear us?" The boy said, and something about the boy was off to him. It's like he was compelled to answer him. Who are they?
"Uuhhh…" He croaked, because that's all he could say. He feels drained, of what, maybe he should just go back to sleep.
"You can't go back to sleep sir. You have to tell us how you feel first, and answer a series of questions."
"A series of questions? Give the guy a break Hermione, you just drained his blood." Drained his what? The girl, Hermione was looking disappointingly at the boy. Like how Lily use to look at James when he's being a dolt. Wait James? Oh no! Harry!
"Great, why don't you reveal more Draco. Go on!"
"Whaat?" The blonde boy whined. He awfully looks a lot like Lucy.
"Look, I just want to find out some things. And we can only find out if we ask him. Well… if you ask him." She smiled brightly at him. It seems the boy has a soft spot for her as he relents with her request.
"Would you like some water Mister?" He nods in affirmative. He could really use some water right now.
"Okay let me just conjure water…" But the girl slapped the boys wand away. Does she not want him to drink? Could he be a prisoner?
"Let me do it!" She hissed at him and the boy actually flinched from her.
"Here sir." Suddenly there was a glass in front of him and the girl help tilt his head. But he was too weak and most of the water just went straight to his airway causing him to throw a coughing fit.
"Sorry… wait let me just…" And now there was a white stick on the glass and she's guiding it towards his mouth. He looked at her funnily, what was she doing?
"It's called a straw, it's a plastic tool to help you drink from a glass, just close your mouth on its tip.. don't bite it! And just sip it, slowly…" Fascinating, a straw is it? He thought straws were dried stalks of grains.
The water was refreshing to his throat, he feels extra dry. Did he hear them right, was his blood drained. Funny how that sounds like blood magic. But blood magic is very dark, and he doesn't feel the suffocating musk of dark magic. Hold on. He doesn't actually feel any magic… not even his own!
"Wh.. what happened?"
"How are you feeling Mister?"
"I… I don't feel…" He was trying to reach for it, to have a feel, even a tiny bit. His magic was the only thing that kept him sane in prison. Where was the spark of magic, where was Padfoot?
"You can't feel your hands? Your limbs? Well you are tied down sir." She said, her large amber eyes looking at him curiously.
"I – I can't feel my magic." And the man fainted, clearly still exhausted, missing the shocked faces of the two.
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"What are we going to do with him?"
"I was actually planning on Obliviating him, but then I never had actual practice with that and I might over do it."
"Okay, Obliviate him. Then what?" She shrugged her shoulders. Clearly did not plan further than that. They were standing side-by-side. Still shocked by the fact his magic was truly gone. Sirius Black can very well be a muggle now.
"He could still see Hogwarts, that's for sure." He added.
"Squibs can. Argus Filch can."
"What now?"
"We can put him in one of the chambers here. Ward it so he can't go out."
"Hermione, we're third years. I know how to ward my trunk, not a bloody chamber."
"I know some Parsel-wards." Of course she does. So they leave the man alone, with a pitcher of self-refilling water and some bread and steak. All poison free this time.
When they came back for him after a long deserved sleep and a good shower, they found him sitting on one corner of the room leaning on the stonewall. The food untouched.
"What did you do to me?" He asks, more clearly this time.
"What can you feel Mister?" She asks again, but the man just glared at her.
"I can't feel my magic. Now what did you do to me?" His voice shouting now.
"Legare Pater Familia"
"You fucking bitch! You took away my right as Black? And bequeath it to who? You? Who the fuck do you think you are?" Sirius said, spitting mad.
"Not me Mister." She said calmly, ignoring the vulgar words.
"It was me." Draco's voice echoed in the room. And despite being reduced to a muggle he can still feel the compulsion to obey. To submit to him, something he had a hard time doing when he was younger and full of magic. Now as a normal person, he can't help but surrender.
"Why?" And that's all he could ask. He was utterly helpless, but the least they could do is give him an explanation.
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AN: Too fast? Yeah I thought so too -_- Sorry about that.
