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Chapter twenty-eight: Castor's POV

I found myself hanging upside down when I awoke, as expected it took a few moments for everything to return from fuzzy back to its normal shape, the looming dark figure that was smirking at me waved at me.

"Ah! Finally your awake, you would have thought something bad had happened to you, the way you slept," my mother rambled as I sighed, I wasn't scared anymore I was just going to accept my defeat and have as much fun annoying her before she did what she was probably going to do and killed me.

"Something bad did happen to me mother, you cut me with dark magic, which surprisingly bloody hurt," I said, "Maybe I would have woken up quicker if you hadn't strung me upside down by my ankles," I sighed, she laughed and pushed my cheek, causing me to swing.

"But you look adorable when your upside down, like a helpless puppy," she smiled, circling me, this was even worse than my dream, here she had a some sense of weird humour. Brilliant, not only was I going to be tortured and killed I was also going to be subject to the infamous lightning fast wit of Bellatrix Lestrange. I continued to swing until she stopped me, thankfully, I was beginning to feel sick and I didn't think that throwing up on her would have charmed her to me.

"I don't understand... you were leaving... you left me bleeding on the floor, you left so why am I here with you now?" If she was going to kill me and subject me to insanity I at least wanted to have answers in my final sane moments.

"Good question, see I felt a bit mean about it, leaving you to die and all... especially having my aunt blare on in the background, that's no way to die. She's a right pain," Bellatrix continued to wander around me, disappearing and appearing in view every few seconds, however in the half darkness I could always keep track of her, hearing her heals clock around me, "So I came back rescued my little damsel in distress."Cute. Real cute.

"Rescued me? I'm tied up like a slab of meat, it's pretty clear you didn't 'rescue' me in an attempt to beat Molly Weasly for mother of the year award. You are so sick that you couldn't just leave me to die no, you had to bring me back here... to torture me, to prolong my pain and suffering. How sick and twisted are you?" I snarled, feeling embers that had been sleeping a few moments ago rise up and take control of me.

"It depends who you ask really... I mean the Longbottoms can't really tell you, they don't even remember their own son... I'm sure your pathetic Potter would say pretty messed up yeah," she laughed but it wasn't her usual gleeful cackle, there was a hint of sadness, deep rooted melancholy that ripped through her like her dark magic had to me. The blood that was currently had stained my shirt only reinforced that, I frowned... had stained my shirt. I wasn't bleeding anymore, meaning she'd healed the deep wound that would have killed me otherwise. "I don't intend to kill you or torture you or whatever you and your friends talk about me doing in ghost stories."

"Then all that stuff you said before about 'next time I'll aim to kill' and 'you're not my son' and 'I'm a Death Eater I can't care for you blah blah blah' what was that? Why did you cut me in the first place?" I seethed in confusion, she was seriously bi-polar, one minute she hated me, the next she wanted to save me.

"I snapped and hurt you... badly... I am known for being a bit impulsive and violent Castor. With the words you were saying, playing on my emotions and knowing that Sirius was dead... I wanted to hurt you, not kill you, I was angry... you acted as though I had a choice about my life and you and I snapped," she spat at the ground, furrowing her eyebrows in disgust. She'd answered my question about why she had cut me but not why she'd said all those things. I sighed guessing she wasn't going to.

"Impulsive? Impulsive? You nearly bloody killed me woman!" I shouted.

She laughed, "Oh hush hush, it is but a flesh wound," I looked at my chest the best I could being upside down and glared at her.

"Yeah... real light mother... you take the whole idea of corporal punishment to a new level," I sighed, my eyes widened going over her words, "Wait, 'knowing that Sirius was dead'... so you are sorry. Sorry that he's dead, you do miss him," I asked her, feeling my arms flail below me.

She snarled, "You know nothing."

"Really? 'Cause it's pretty clear to me that you felt close to him despite everything and losing him has made you even more emotionally unstable than usual... that's why you were so violent when I was saying all that stuff you just lashed out in rage," I smirked.

"We already established that I lashed out in rage thank you genius and what do you mean more than usual? However I do not miss my cousin in the slightest, there you are wrong," she saw a mouse scuttle by and yelled the killing curse at it as though it was nothing and smirked at the horror spreading on my face.

"Calm down," she scoffed at me as I closed my mouth quickly but I continued to eye the dead mouse cautiously. She appeared to be sane enough to put me down constantly with her wit, a feat I didn't see displayed at the Ministry or in the Black family home. She wasn't so childish as she was back then, no, now she appeared to be acting more like a teenager, like... like Bella Black. Like the Bella Sirius had recalled so fondly, by the light shinning in his eyes as they'd duelled.

"So what do you actually intend to do with me?" I asked, feeling my heart beat slightly, even if she appeared to be more sane now I knew she could turn at any point and I'd have no way of defending myself.

"I just brought you here for a chat," she smirked as I glared at her, "I thought... I thought about what Sirius said... as his last wish and I... I realised that he's right. No matter what I think... how much I don't have choices I have to love you, like you deserve," my eyes shinned but then my lips curled, this could easily just be some cruel trick or game that she was playing.

"Have to? Oh wow don't I feel special."

She rolled her eyes, "It's the best you're going to get so deal with it. And Castor to answer your earlier question about... those things I said... before at the family tapestry, about you not being my son, me not having one, not loving you and how I was going to kill you I didn't mean it. I mean I did mean them about me being a Death Eater and things not being simple but I... I was trying to get you to leave... to protect you but it didn't work. You were too stubborn so like I said I snapped because you wouldn't allow me to do one good thing in my life and protect you... so I ended up hurting you. The fact that the words you said were so emotive to me and that... yes that Sirius was dead only added to that. I'm sorry I guess, for hurting you. I just wanted to actually help for once and save you, I knew that someone, most likely someone from the Death Eaters would realise where I had gone and get me... they could have hurt you. Or an Auror come have come and arrested me so I needed to get out quickly and you were just being... difficult," she sighed. I shook my head, that was certainly one way to get me to listen. Almost murder me.

"So you said all those mean things to protect me, thinking it would hurt me so I'd run away from you?" I whispered in shock, my hope that she was saying it to keep me safe was right, she had wanted me to run away from her. "Promise?" I whispered.

"Promise... I don't know when I'm going to see you again son, maybe at our next battle, maybe not but I want you to have this," she lifted up a small box from the floor, it was a shoe box I realised. Before I knew what was happening I found myself falling to the ground with a thud. "Wow how very pureblood of you, landing face first," she laughed.

I scowled, "Just give me the box, my ego's taken enough damage." Her tongue was just as ruthless and merciless as her wand was in battle.

"I want you to open it when you feel safe, when you're away from here and you're ready to see it all, ready to feel it, to experience it," she whispered to me. What could be in it that was so important? I frowned at the idea.

"So this it bye... for now... where are we anyway?" I whispered, hoping it wasn't going to be something like 'the Lestrange family home'.

"When Rodolphus dies which in this war and with his lack of skill I reckon will be soon you'll inherit it as the 'heir' well unless he gives it to me which knowing the sodding bastard he won't... 'precious heir'... urgh," she sighed. Brilliant, it was the Lestrange family home.

"So how do I get out?" I asked, she smiled, "here's a portkey," she threw me an old tattered hat.

"Where's it take me?" I asked her.

She smiled, "It'll be like an adventure, finding out." She tossed me my wand which I caught, shrinking the box down so it could fit in my pocket.

"Wait you don't know where it goes?" I growled.

She cackled, "Well I think I do... maybe... I can't remember... I had a nice game of chess while you were out as well as doing making the portkey... it was a long time. I'm not Merlin." I gulped, how long exactly... days even? "Better hold on, it's going to leave soon, maybe in the heat of battle next time you might tell me where it leads? If you land in pig crap I do apologize... although it would be funny," I scowled further at her.

"Gee thanks dearest mummy," I said sarcastically.

"My pleasure," she said as I held the portkey tight. "Oh and Castor, blood traitor son of mine... be safe." I didn't have chance to respond as I felt the tugging sensation and flash of light of the portkey. Her words still running in my ears 'be safe' with parents like her... how the hell was I ever safe?

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