Chapter Eighty-seven;
"Time to wake up," A very faint voice informed Severus. Severus' eyes fluttered a bit only to find his vision was blurred. He raised his hand and began to rub his eyes in an attempt to waking himself up fully. He dropped his hands and groaned at the dryness of his mouth and the throbbing ache in his head. "Ah, good, you're up." The voice said and this time could easily be identified as Lucius. "I'll bring you something to eat, no need to get up, just rest… for you those… precious little babies." Lucius said before Severus heard a door closed.
Severus groaned again before finally opening his eyes and finding his vision was indeed straight but he was definitely not in his bedroom. He sat up on the old broken and very uncomfortable bed he was on to glance around his... dungeon cell. 'What the hell?' Severus thought to himself before he stood up and headed over to the cell bar doors, attempting to push it open but the moment he touched it a shock occurred and he pulled his hands away quickly. "Lucius?" Severus called in an irritated tone. He received no response much to his annoyance.
He claimed a seat on the bed once again, resting his back against the wall and closing his eyes, taking a deep calming breath. He didn't find this joke of Lucius' funny at all. He pushed his brows together in concentration as he tried to think of the last thing he could remember.
[Flashback]
"Sev?" Sirius whispered, pressing a kiss to his temple.
"Hmmm?" Severus hummed, fluttering his eyes sleepily and glancing up.
"Still tired?"
"Mmhmm."
"Rest, I'll order you some breakfast, okay?"
"M'kay."
"I love you," Sirius said as he pressed a chaste kiss to Severus' lips.
"Love you, too." He murmured back against Sirius' lips before falling back asleep.
In his light sleep he heard the door open and couldn't help but smile. "Sirius?" He said softly and received no answer. Severus opened his eyes and glanced at the door to see it closed. "Sirius?" He called again as he sat up. He caught a shift out of the corner of his eye and turned his head to see Lucius. "Luc—" He called before he was hit by the stupefy spell.
[Flashback end]
Severus opened his eyes just in time to see Lucius standing against the bars, a smirk on his place. "Morning, sleepy."
"Where am I?" Severus asked with a glare.
"Isn't that obvious? A dungeon." Lucius said with a smile which made Severus growl. "Calm your knickers. This is only temporary, until I get the portkey shipped to me."
"Portkey?"
"Portkey to France, of course. To one of my many properties, and there you will be escorted to a much nicer dungeon…"
"Why am I being held in a dungeon?"
"Oh, I can't tell you that. One never reveals his plans to a traitor."
"Traitor…?"
"Yes. It's what you are…" Lucius said in a somewhat bored tone.
"You mean a traitor to the—"
"Dark Lord. Yes."
"Lucius…"
Lucius just smiled, his hand gesturing to the tray of food set up in front of Severus. "Enjoy. I'll be back later to see how you're doing." He said before turning on his heel and heading out of the dungeons.
"Lucius!" Severus bellowed though it went unheard.
"Daddy?" Aiden whispered as Sirius shifted in the bed.
Sirius opened his eyes and stared over at his son whose cheeks were stained with tears. "Aiden?"
"You fell asleep…" Aiden said sadly, climbing into bed and snuggling into Sirius.
"I'm alright…" Sirius muttered as he sat up and hugged his son to his chest. He glanced up to see a few people in the infirmary waiting for him to wake up. "Aiden, have you ate?"
"Nu uh."
"Harry, take him to the kitchens?" Sirius asked.
"Sure, Siri." Harry nodded, taking Aiden into his arms.
"I'll see you after you eat, buddy." Sirius smiled sadly as he watched the two followed by Hermione and Ron leave the infirmary.
"Have you found anything else out?" Sirius asked as he turned his gaze to Albus.
"Kingsley has many Aurors on the case. Malfoy Manor has been completely emptied of Lucius' things and it's a possibility he's fled the country."
"That paper…"
"What you read is correct."
"What did it say?" Remus asked with a frown.
Silence fell between the group, Sirius diverting his eyes to his hands that were fiddling with each other in his lap, his body almost shaking. "He wants to bring Voldemort back." Sirius whispered.
"But how? He's dead, we all saw it. There are no more Horcruxes…" Minerva added in.
"There will always be ways," Albus began. "It seems he has been searching into some very dark art material. Books on resurrection, of course not like the Inferi. Inferi are similar to zombies. He's looking for that which the Resurrection Stone until now was believed could only do."
"Until now?" Remus asked.
"He's found a spell. Spells which will indeed resurrect Voldemort, several things are needed."
"Like?" Minerva asked.
"The blood of a servant, the dead bones of a servant, dragon's blood, unicorn's blood, a newly born sacrifice, and a newly born body."
"A newly born body…" Remus trailed off.
"A newly born body and sacrifice… which is why twins work perfectly." Sirius whispered in a shaky voice.