Black Days in Azkaban
Rated- R/NC17 for torture. No Sex.
Chapter 2 - The start of something Serious!
Sirius Black slowly reached his feet. The cold he felt in his bones seemed to multiply, like a magical flue. Ensconcing him in that cold that made him Fear. He Feared right then and there. He didn't like to Fear. He hated the Fear and he wanted to banish it. That was hard to do when one couldn't do magic. Though, sometimes if he was angry, or sad, his magic would work the torches outside the doorway.
"What do you need from me?" Sirius asked. Just to make sure. One could never tell what people wanted these days. Gregory Hartford stood there in that thick, fur covered cloak and Sirius was fuming. Even if he was accused of a crime, weren't he and the others entitled to some sort of warmth? Or would they have to be treated for Hypothermia and then go on with life in their cells?
"Hem-hem," the woman coughed, bringing Sirius attention to her. He hated the pink, he wanted to rip it into shred and rail at the world. A line from some Muggle Lord ran through is head; "Give me leave to Rail at you, I ask nothing but my due, to call you false and then to say, you shall not have my heart a day…." - He couldn't remember the Muggle though.
"Yes?" Sirius asked, just to be polite. He wasn't that far below his station to not be polite. Though, he had wondered - when they had brought in Malfoy - if he had paid off Hartford to get one of the guest rooms for his Azkaban stay.
"My name is Dolores Umbridge and I am here for your confession, but we've all ready told you that. Have you lost your memory along with your sanity?" she asked it in such a way that it was sickeningly sweet and Sirius felt those odd homicidal urges welling up within him. He blinked, counted to ten in Greek - and then in German.
"What can I tell you that I haven't all ready told you? They've sent four other Ministry people to get my confession, it was the same each time. Even under Virtriserum," he explained.
She gave him a smile; "I suppose they just didn't handle you in the correct way," Umbridge did that coughing thing again. Sirius held in a sigh.
"What do you mean by that?" he had to ask. No way was he going to stand there in an awkward silence and let them think that they got the better of him.
"You'll soon find out, Black," Gregory gave a wide grin.
* * *
Chains clinked as the prisoner was escorted through the prison, down several flights of stairs till finally they entered the dungeons. It was even worse down here, if there could be a certain place within the castle that was more of a nightmare than the rest of it.
The dungeons were for torture. If you got brought down here only pain, screaming and other such things happened. You didn't want to be brought down here no matter what. It wasn't his fault though. He knew. They gave him over doses of the truth serum. He always told the same story, the same details, the same words. It never changed. Why couldn't they believe him?
They couldn't find Pettigrew, that was why. They also needed to blame someone. And that someone had to be him because he was Black and all Blacks went bad. Regulus Black had been a Death Eater and even though Orion and Walburga Black weren't - they clearly liked Voldemort's plans for world domination. So, it clearly stood up to reason that their oldest son had been brainwashed as a young man to make friends with Potter and then as soon as he could, get him, his wife and young child killed by Voldemort. But it didn't work out that way and he never told it that way.
"Now, all you have to do is tell us the truth," Gregory said, he was perusing the wall of whips. Sirius watched him- fathomless grey eyes that were replicas of his mothers - as Gregory picked one of the worst whips in the entire collection, this one had acid tipped thorns and looked as if it had been made out of an army of brambles.
"I have, the story isn't going to change just because you don't like it," he replied, his voice echoed. He sounded like a school boy again, he still was. Barely a year out of Hogwarts and this was where he ended up. The dungeons of Hogwarts was better kept up than this and the food was much better.
Gregory didn't seem to care or not that his statement was answered by Sirius. He nodded to the guards, these Aurors had to be horrible if they were stationed in Azkaban. They were two burly men who were good for their muscles and not their brains. They probably had rich parents, for how else would they have even been considered for Auror training?
His hands were raised above his head and the chain that connected the wrist shackles was hooked and locked so that he was forced to stand on his tip toes. His shirt, shoes and prison slippers had all ready been confiscated and now, his body shivered of his own volition. He wasn't afraid. Dumbledore said to never be afraid of the truth, even if it was a hard thing to bear. Well, it would become a bloody nightmare as the evening was progressing.
The first strike beat the breath out of him. The second had him biting his tongue, the third, had him gasp once and the fourth made him groan.
From behind, Dolores Umbridge sat in a chair, sipping tea and eating chocolates and watching. The blood trailed down the lacerated back and she reveled in it. Blood. What a simple thing to obtain. An ingredient in many dark magic and in potions to boot. The possibilities that floated through her mind were quite alarming and yet…she wanted it.
Power.
She wanted more Power than Voldemort, the old Dandy was horrible at the job of Supreme War Lord of the Universe and she decided - right there and then that she should rule England. She'd have Fudge on a leash, and it would all be thanks to Sirius Black and his blood. It was a good thing that she carried vials around in her purse. Otherwise this would have been a wasted opportunity.
The man wasn't talking, he wasn't even screaming from the pain. The strong rows of blood sprinkled onto the floor, some drops got onto her shoe. She banished it with a sneer. She may have been thinking about drinking a powerful potion made up of Black's blood, but she didn't want it on her. Though, she had to wonder….no man ever properly worshipped her. It would be nice to have this man on her leash, tortured to her whims. Oh, the though put a right chill of thrill down her spine.
She wanted him as her pet. She could abuse him as much as she wanted when she was ruler of the Wizarding World. Smirking at the though, she sipped more tea and decided that somehow she had to find a spell that would make her ever more beautiful.
She would need blood for that as well.
"Black, why don't you just tell us what we want to hear?" she asked when Gregory stopped to rest his arm. She listened to the painful gasps of her pet, and smiled.
"Because….the truth is harder to bear," Black replied. She clucked her tongue and got to her feet. She pulled out two vials from her purse. She held them delicately and waited till the streams of blood filled them; Then she capped them both and then nodded to Gregory.
"He can stay here and think about this situation, but in the mean time, let us go and sit by the fire," she hemmed-hawed. Gregory nodded. He hung the whip by hits handle on the hook on the opposite side of the pole Sirius was locked onto.
He leaned in precariously to whisper into Sirius ear; "I'll be back later,"
Gregory was glad to see that these words made Black pail more than the whipping had. He held out his arm and escorted Dolores from the dungeons.
* * *
Sirius tried to wiggle his way out of the manacles. He could feel the tears coming to the surface. The cries of pain from the other prisoners had died down for the night, hopefully, and he had been left alone. He could hear the roar of drunken guards from down the hallway. He also hoped that none of them would be needing any company.
His wrists were bleeding by the time he was able to work on out. From the hem of his trousers he found the bit of metal and worked at the lock on his left wrist. As a child he had had a lot of practice at this sort of work. Not that he liked it, but he was thankful for it now. Not that he could get away. But damned if he was going to stand there and wait for them to come back to whip or rape, him again.
Once his second hand was free, Sirius rummaged around the room, he stayed away from the whips particularly. He was able to find some robes that weren't to moth eaten and shrugged them on. Then he curled up in a corner and decided that some sleep would be best.
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