Here's part 2. Don't hate me for the cliffhanger. I decided the chapter was too long to post all at once.
Literally took me ages to figure out how to write femSirius perspective.
Thanks!
Trashing, bitting, kicking and overall resisting didn't work when you were drunk and your limbs were heavy. Despite his best efforts he just managed little scratches and bruises that angered the muggles even more. Turning into his dog form while drunk was out of the question for it might end up backfiring spectacularly. He could get stuck in between transformations, or the place will be brimming with Auror or hit wizards. It was muggle London and any magic performed here that couldn't be classified as accidental will surely get you arrested.
So he had to make do with his petite constitution, almost nonexistent physical strength and uncoordinated limbs, not good odds against three really big muggle men. Add in his bruised hand and twisted ankle and he really was screwed.
He felt disgusted.
He hadn't feel this useless in years.
He even hurled all of his stomach contents in one of the bastards after he managed to sneak his hand below and fondle his breasts. Hurling all over the bastard's suit and kicking his balls didn't help to make Sirius feel any better, not on the verge of panicking. Just all of his training in the Academy... and his stubbornness kept him going.
His vision swam and the dam he held against his full blown panic developed the first crack. Fighting tooth and nail to stay conscious. Blacking out was not an option... Giving himself up to his underlying panic wasn't even a possibility.
He had to keep his wits about him!
So when the alley started to get dark, no moonlight or even artificial light made it in, somehow he could've lost his mind for what he was seeing didn't make any sense. A thick kind of fog covered everything and separated them from the street. This definitely wasn't natural. Could this be a Dementor? Sirius felt an all encompassing panic and paralizing fear, his breath was visible in front of his face...but after a couplenof seconds he realized his fear csme from ingrained memory and not so much for the presence of a Dementor. What on earth was happening here?
He even hurled all of his stomach contents in one of the bastards, what he really wanted to do was kick him in the balls, but at this point he really wasn't picky about anything that kept them away from him. Hurling all over the bastard's suit and landing a bull's eye on another... it didn't help to make Sirius feel any better, he was fighting a loosing battle. Just all of his training in the Academy... and his stubbornness kept him going.
His vision swam and the dam he held against his full blown panic developed the first crack. Fighting tooth and nail to stay conscious. Blacking out was not an option... Giving himself up to his underlying panic wasn't even a possibility.
One of the muggles wasn't trying to subdue Sirius anymore... and that allowed him to focus on resisting the other two, he barely paid attention to the other man.
That's when the screams started. No one else came into the fray and he could just stare as his assailants got thrown around by some invisible force. Sounds he could not identify filled the alley and made shivers run down his back.
Sirius was barely conscious at this point, between his alcohol intake at the bar and his injuries, but he didn't know what was happening and couldn't alloe himself to fall unconscious; he just knew that whatever was preying on the muggles didn't even get close to him.
Deep down he felt calm of all the things to feel when you were witnessing something like this; with all the howling, tearing and pleading going around, even if he was right next to all of it, not even a splash of blood made it remotely near his general location.
Not keeping track of time and barely conscious Sirius just knew the screaming stopped when the silence around felt insurmountable. Not even that helped him to muster enough energy to open his eyes.
He absolutely loathed being this weak and pathetic.
Bitter resentment burned intensely. Never again. This couldn't be allowed to happen again.
If that's your will, your wish is my command.
The voice talked directly in Sirius mind, even if it was unnerving, the voice was familiar.
That's when all hell literally broke loose. Blood curling screams and indescribable things happened on that alley. Even so, darkness felt warm and safe for one Sirius Black. Even surrounded by a piece of hell itself and it's encompassing fire, nothing ever made it near Sirius slumped figure, crimson flames burned eyeballs and eyelids alike , but even so, nothing made it past Sirius firmly closed eyelids.
This was a lesson lost to time, but once upon a time, everyone and their mother knew that no one should ever lie eyes on a demon when they let go of their humanity, for then their soul might get dragged to hell. Nowadays, just gypsies and some magicians knew this lore.
And of course, old pureblood families.
For the first time in a long time Sirius was grateful for being born in the house of Black.
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People were scared to open their windows and even to make a sound after hearing bloodcurling screams on the block. No one called the police, they didn't dare.
Terrified down to their bones as they were, a foreboding creeping up their backside, old and young alike started seeing otherwordly and unspeakable things. Their limbs trembling, weak knees... a lot of tears and "accidents" from toddlers, wailing and sobs from babies.
Old people started talking about their long deceased family and friends, specially those who had un unfortunate end or those who most definitely ended up in hell, they saw their faces on walls, roof and floors, how they pleaded for another chance, to be rescued from eternal damnation.
The darkest hour seemed to have arrived to their homes, they certainly thought it was the end of the world. This wasn't the sort of thing you could report to the police. No way in hell. They surely won't believe you and even worse, you could end up spending the night downtown in a cell or admitted to a mental hospital, not to mention paying fines.
Eventually, someone got out against their better judgement and came upon a most unusual sight. But for that they had to walk a bit, you see. Nothing happened near the houses, it just happened to be near a certain alley that things were... awkward.
The alley was charred as if a fire had ocurred, even so, the convenience store and the little library that enclosed that particular alley were intact, if such a fire took place it was impossible for it to leave surrounding areas without as much as a scorch mark. Ashes and unrecognizable remains littered the ground, nothing survived.
Such a violent fire, after all that happened that night, no one thought twice and it was an unspoken agreement not to call the police or firefighters.
Later, the neighbours and workers of nearby stores exchanged all sort of rumours. Different versions of the same story: You see, some thugs had picked up on a young girl, and they meet a gruesome end. On that they agreed, 'cause the dependent of the library saw them run pass their business. The man regretted not calling the police after that night (or so he claimed). This is were stories changed. One version states the girl had turned into a beast and had killed her pursuers. The second story, more like some sort of twisted fairytale claimed that the girl was no ordinary girl, oh no, she happened to be Satan's bride and the devil himself tortured the poor bastards and dragged their sorry hides to hell so he could torture them forevermore.
The screams of those poor bastards could be heard eventually, bloodcurdling ghostly howls of pain that not everyone could hear, but those who happened to hear them in the dark could never forget.
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Of all the things he hoped for when he crafted this "unique" punishment for his relative, the head of the house of Phantomhive couldn't fathom how it lead to this.
He didn't know about their involvement, less of all that it happened on Sirius's first night at the manor. It certainly wasn't the first time Sebastian shape shifted, for demons they really didn't care about being "male" or "female". They took shape when they first appeared before their master.
It wasn't as big of a deal for them as it was for humans. Even so, Ciel couldn't picture Sebastian in female form for the life of him, and he really didn't want to dwell on it.
Thinking hard about it, he really didn't know Sebastian, not before the man took shape before him, in what seemed like a lifetime ago, he had just appeared out of darkness in his time of need and despair, as a protector and a tool for him to take revenge. And that he did.
Even if circumstances made him end up bound in an eternal contract, Ciel came to appreciate the man as the only other being he'd been in contact for centuries and treated him as an equal. Now, he really didn't want to confront him about whatever was going on with Sirius. But he'd do so if he had to.
Sebastian had to know that Ciel wouldn't take kindly to the man's soul being consumed. Although Sirius didn't strike him as the kind of human to forge a contract with a demon... but Ciel didn't want to take chances. Not with this.
The last name Phantomhive "died" with him. Even if he was a demon bound to live forever, being the one and only Phantomhive left a bitter taste in his mouth. He won't allow more of his relatives disappearing now. As the last descendant of the house of Black, Sirius had a duty. And Ciel will see that duty completed.
But... he hadn't even set foot in Sirius's house, had he? As a demon he wasn't really bound by the laws of nature as humans were. And at the end of it, he could always plan another way. At the end he'll get what he wanted.
He'd known his butler for centuries, before turning into a demon, Sebastian had been his prime caretaker. Never before had his butler expressed an interest on anything or anyone, (besides cats that is)
So, learning of the recent development... it was something he couldn't even imagine on his most farfetched predictions, but even something like that could be used yo his advantage. He just had to ensure that whatever happened didn't end up in a contract that could jeopardize Sirius's soul.
Even bound in eternal servitude as Sebastian was to him (for a contract), there wasn't any way one could circumvent a contract. They were absolute law for demons. Not even their masters could do so much about it.
The spike of hellfire and demonic power brought his thoughts to an abrupt halt... Whatever happened to get Sebastian worked up? He couldn't just go out to his location and find out, not leaving Harry alone, and taking him was out of the question.
Shortly after (for Ciel it was more like eons later) Sebastian arrived at the manor with an unconscious and beaten up Sirius in his arms and Ciel understood.
Just tell me you got rid of the bodies properly.-he had to know. If someone discovered anything else it could come back to bite then in the ass later.
The man nooded without uttering a word. Hell, he looked livid. Those poor bastards surely had been killed in a most gruesome way.
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None of them had ever taken care of a grown wizard, their lives amongst the noblemen of the eighteen century didn't entail that kind of relationships. So they were forced to call their most recent ally.
Severus Snape arrived at the manor after just ten minutes of their message being sent. For one red eyed gentleman it certainly seemed like the potion master took his sweet time.
Not a sound was made after his arrival, not even baby Harry, as if he could feel the tension in the air, big green orbes going from one of his caretakers to the other from his position, cuddled in the arms of the head of the household.
If Snape had any questions, he didn't voice them as he set to work on his nemesis weakened and slight frame. Seeing Black beaten up like this would've been a source of glee for Severus in the past. Now it just disgusted him. Anyone capable of beating a woman like this was a scoundrel.
Maneuvering Black for treating wounds and managing to protect his modesty proved to be an almost impossible task and it was to Snape's relief when a mediwitch finally came to help him and took over the dressing and treatment for injuries in zones Snape didn't want to see. Ever.
Leaving Hogwarts at night was risky. So the man left some potions for their resident troublemaker (even if reluctantly) and left before he was asked to to something else.
Ciel was stuck being Harry's prime caretaker for the night. Thankfully the baby wasn't fuzzy. Clinging to his rabbit plushie and slowly drifting off to sleep.
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Waking up with a killer hangover wasn't something Sirius ever experienced and, frankly, never wanted to experience again. It seemed this experience was the mother of all first times for him.
If he were someone more academically inclined, maybe he could write about it, but as soon as the idea appeared he shoved it down to the darkest and farthest corner of his otherwise sleep addled mind.
Someone had tended to his wounds, changed his clothes... and even provided hangover potion.
What a godsend. Certainly he could kiss them for their trouble. This was by far the best hangover potion he ever drank. He certainly could marry someone this perfect! Maybe he could endeavor to find them and at least thank them properly once this whole disaster ended. 'cause it had to... right? Heck, it better not be Snape who did this. Maybe a "thanks" and not antagonizing the man so much could suffice.
Last night fiasco really rattled him. The more fragments of last night ordeal came back to the forefront of his mind, the angrier and frustrated he got. Sirius bolted for the bathroom, threw up even his first meal and when nothing but bile came out he was overcome by his burning desire of taking a shower.
First he had to be presentable and afterwards he could go and get his deserved scolding for being reckless and leave. Then, he'll get answers. It had been enough pretending not to notice heated stares, he had a demon to track and hopefully some answers he could dig out of the whole deal.
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Face the facts was something demons didn't have a problem with, that is. When it came down to it they really couldn't hide away for ever. In that they were as helpless as humans. Face the music and admit maybe he set himself up for this. Indulging in his instincts and whims landed him in this whole situation... if he'd never bedded Black this wouldn't have happened but he couldn't bring himself to regret it. He craved for a repeat or as much of it as the wizard was willing to give.
Like it or not, Sirius Black became as vital for him as souls were. Even if he knew so, he wouldn't ever crave to consume Sirius' soul and if any other demon tried he was willing to destroy them completely. After one hell of an awkward conversation with his master, he came to face thoughts he'd rather keep buried deep down and make as if they never crossed his mind.
It wasn't even necessary for Black to acknowledge or know of his affections, it was certainly the safest route... right? That was a regrettable attempt to fake ignorance and something he wouldn't even engage on. It almost made him feel foolish.
This unfortunate development included Sirius too. The wizard had a right to know and decide what was best for himself and Sebastian would accept that decision. Regardless of that decision ever being made, Sebastian had reached his.
It took some muggle lowlifes and an awkward confrontation with his Master. But once reached, there was no turning point.
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Sirius' day revolves around taking care of Harry and he couldn't be happier about it; the little tyke was happy to see Sirius and always wanted to play, soon he found himself distracted trying to keep up with a rapidly zooming baby, now he understood why Lils gave him hell for the baby broom he gifted Harry. It was another thing altogether to take care of a toddler when they were sitting on the ground and something completely different to try and keep them in one piece when they were flying.
If he didn't know better he'd say Ciel got Harry the damn thing just to bother Sirius, he was on watch duty when the baby wanted to fly with it. Even if the demons had better reflexes and superhuman speed, Sirius was the wizard. He could cast cushioning charms and repair anything that broke as a result of Harry's flying lessons.
For that Sirius needed a wand... he still remembered the trip to Diagon Alley to get it. That seemed like a lifetime ago.
It was a sunny day, something unusual but not unwelcome, Ciel finally conceded to Sirius needing a wand. He had businesses on Gringotts (or so he claimed) and Sebastian could go with Sirius to get the wand. They didn't want to take Harry along but they didn't have another choice, the baby's eyes now were gray and his unruly black hair was limp and sticking to his little head to cover the scar. Sirius had him tightly held in his arms. They looked like a family and Sirius tried to ignore how that made him feel... it was a safe disguise, a family going out to shop won't gather much looks. Being dressed as a witch was another insightful experience on how they had to deal with crap. Witches used dresses and robes to go with them; for Sirius was beyond uncomfortable but he made do. All be it for his new wand.
Harry was also happy. The baby gurgled and moved his little arms, bright big eyes fixing on all sort of things. He really liked going out, maybe because he grew under lock and key thanks to snake face sick f*ck Voldemort. Whenever he though on the bastard; his mood went sour. He hated Voldemort and his supporters. His family had died out thanks to their own foolishness and Voldemort. Sirius drank in his surroundings, no search posters like he expected even if people went about their business with a skittish air about them. That didn't prevent some people glancing their way. He noticed the exact moment Sebastian tensed at this side and at first Sirius though the man had discovered a threat, but then he happened to look and discover a wizard looking straight at Sirius as if he... well. Awkward didn't cut it. If Sirius had a wand he might've cast a stinging hex. Alas, he could just hold firmly onto the demon's sleeve and make haste in his way to Ollivander's. Ciel held in a snort and just helped Sirius to move his butler along. Sirius wasn't dense enough to not know. But he just wasn't sure how to proceed or react. You see, realizing you had a demon interested in you wasn't something one could just get used to.
Even so, Sirius was slowly coming to terms with it and didn't feel overwhelmed by the demon's attentions, he just didn't know how to return them, so he just thanked them, defaulting to how a pure blood should act (much to his frustration and embarrassment and to Ciel's delight)
Still trapped in this form, Sirius despised how some males just couldn't get a hold of themselves and looked at his body. Sebastian knew just how uncomfortable that made him feel so it wasn't surprising that the demon reacted in such way.
This whole ordeal brought unpleasant memories to the front, things Sirius had witnessed as a child whenever he was around Bella and Narcisa. Now he knew why his cousins always had someone with them whenever they wanted to go out.
Maybe Bella being so deranged had an explanation, even if Sirius didn't want to dwell on it too much.
Ciel was left in Gringotts, Sebastian and Sirius moved on with Harry in tow, they had enough money to get anything they wanted but they made their way to Ollivander's first. Sirius was brimming with eagerness to get a wand. Even if the old man certainly seemed knowledgeable of thing he shouldn't know. But in the worst case scenario, Sebastian could subdue him and alter his memories, right?
They entered the store and Sirius felt nostalgic, all the things he'd lost and even his memories of the first visit to this place, before Hogwarts. It all came crashing down and just Harry's slight weight and baby talk kept him in the present.
Old Ollivander was at the front, he stared at the family with open curiosity, he didn't know them and that was weird. The man had interesting eyes that even seemed to flash crimson and the woman, oh, she looked strong willed and like a pure blood of old family but she also gave an air of fragility. Tormented eyes seemed to be lost in memory, the baby she held seemed like her anchor. He decided against saying something, they would state their business soon enough and the silence left him free to study his guests at his leisure.
Finally, the man patted the woman on the shoulder and took the baby, she seemed flustered but soon got herself composed and greeted Ollivander.
_ Good morning, sir. I need a wand.
_Well then, you came to the right place. Let us find you the perfect wand, dear.
Happy Easter.
