Ok lovelies! You are going to slap Sirius or me (for making him a disgusting human being) XD I hope you enjoy the chapter!
Warnings: mental abuse and strong languaje. Rating may go M.
7. Wounded
Two weeks later Remus was surprised that a visitor was at the door. There was a tall, handsome, blonde man who said he was friends with Sirius, and he had to be a good friend if he was able to be standing at the door without messing with the magical guards.
He had some very heavy luggage beside him and seemed to be ready for staying for some time. Remus helped him with his belongings immediately.
'Thank you, doll. Wow, you are Sirius's most decent friend aren't you?' said the man fixing his eyes on Remus's arse when he bent over to pick the cases. Remus went to prepare a guest room.
'Garrett?' Sirius arrived to the living room still sleepy, 'I thought you were coming tomorrow.' He rubbed his eyes.
'Hi, gorgeous! You look yummy with your hair messy and shirtless. I can take your pictures just like that.'
'Right, Gary, but you reader's ovaries could explode.'
Both men laughed and went to the fancier hall. Tasting imported wine from the finest glasses of the house, the two men began to talk animatedly about their travels, conquests and recent business.
Garret Hudson being the owner of one of the top gossip magazines in the country had decided to make on his own the photo shoots with the most eligible bachelors. After all, most of them were his friends, especially Sirius who was voted the hottest businessman for three consecutive years.
'So, Sirius, I see you are dating someone.' Garrett said with a smile.
'No, I don't have the time.'
'Right…your little friend greeted me at the door, he was very sweet and very good looking. Is he one of those eccentric poets? I mean by his clothing…'
'All the drugs had finally fucked up your mind Gary, I don't have any good looking friend in here. In fact…OH NO! NO!'
'I liked his vagabond-intellectual-chic look, do you think he would like to be on the alternative fashion pages?' Garrett continued talking and then stopped, 'Why are you laughing?'
Sirius was laughing hard and barely controlled himself to talk. 'You thought…him…no way! This is too good. Remus is not my boyfriend, he is not even my friend. He is just a servant; like a domestic elf.'
'Yeah, sure!' Garrett exclaimed, 'There are no domestic servants with a pretty face like that one. You just don't want to tell me so I won't publish it.'
'I'm telling you we are not involved!'
'I don't believe you, as far as I know you have never ever had servants. If he was here this early in the morning that means he spent the night with you.'
'Remus!'
'Yes, Sirius?' Remus arrived and stood next to Black.
'Ha! You see how he calls you by your first name Sirius?' Garrett said triumphantly, 'Servants don't do that. Tell me already that you two are in love.'
The mocking tone and triumphant grin from Garret made Sirius's mood change radically. His eyes were throwing daggers and with a dangerous low voice talked to Remus.
'Remus, could you tell my friend what your degree in studies is?'
'What? Oh, well, no degrees; I have never gone to school,' answered Remus politely.
'Oh, I see, home schooled with tutors. I did the same until Sirius and I met at college.' Gary said dismissively.
'No, Remus, tell him why you didn't go to school and what you do for a living,' said Sirius impatiently.
'I am a werewolf and a dark creature servant.' Remus explained to Garrett, 'I clean, cook and help Master Black, who has asked me to call him by his name and I have to obey his wishes.'
'You see, Gary.' Said Black darkly, 'see why this werewolf is beneath me? He is even less than animals, and why calling this slave my boyfriend is completely stupid? He is nothing and never will be more than what he is already, and when I throw him to the streets he will end up either scrubbing floors or spreading his legs for food.'
As he spat the cruel words, Black poured the remaining wine on the carpet and with a glare he ordered Remus to clean it up so he could make his statement clear.
And so Remus obeyed. He had to kneel instantly and clean, swallowing the little pride he had left and fighting the tears of embarrassment. He had to suppress any sound. Remus's heart broke at that moment; the wine staining in the carpet seemed more like his last drops of dignified human blood now totally gone from his body. Gathering the pieces of the glass felt more like saving the pieces of his broken heart.
Remus worked silently under the cold glare from Sirius Black and Garret's astonished look, who had just realized that indeed that boy was a slave and he changed the subject abruptly.
Every pure blood family heir knew that slaves were not worth to be heard or seen, it was impolite to talk about the filth. Both men moved to the studio where they wanted to take the pictures while Remus ran to his cupboard as soon as he finished cleaning.
It was there, in the safety of his pillow where he burst into tears. He had never felt so humiliated, even if he was awfully familiar with that kind of treatment. And he couldn't understand why he was so hurt, after all Sirius didn't said anything that wasn't true.
What was he crying about? He already knew all those things, he had known since he was a small child. But somehow he always held on to the hope for a better life. That's why he had learnt to read on his own in hopes of education someday and a decent paying job like the other wizards.
Until today when his little bubble exploded leaving him bare in front of the cruel reality, he was going to be a monster for the rest of his life and he would never reach higher than servitude, prostitution or death. Maybe he would have the three options at the same time and nobody would care what happened to a beast like him.
He cried until he felt dizzy and weak, but he had housework to do. He had to fulfill his duties, that was his life and nothing was going to change; whether he liked it or not.
Ok, let's make two rows: a) the ones who want to beat up Sirius, b) the ones who want to hug Remus. Choose your side! Share your opinion.