DISCLAIMER; HP belongs to JKR. The story line and all new characters, new character development, new developments are my intellectual property.

The next two chapters will bring more players. No much of Dramione, but they are important. Warning, child abuse

Azkaban 1984 – Wednesday night

'Black, Black, wake up, but be quiet."

Sirius didn't even want to open his eyes; the voice's owner couldn't be bringing good tidings. Those things, the good ones, happened long ago in a time when possibilities existed. Today, he only had dreams... not really, he had daily nightmares about poor Harry. And he had seen Lily and James more than once these last days." Padfoot, wake up, get a solicitor, you need to get Harry, he will not last a fortnight."

He did not want to hear all the ghosts, all he wanted was to sleep and not be afraid anymore. The Dementors spread their cold fear wherever they turned. He wanted to be young and carefree. He wanted to love; yes, preferably one of each, a wizard and pretty bird, oh yes, the best of both words. A wizard, hmm, he had one, but he had treated him with absolute carelessness. The wizard in question had been treated rotten by everyone of them, to include Lily. Maybe he deserved to be here, after all.

At twenty-three years, Sirius had not hope or ambition; those had died on Halloween of 1981. Voldemort had destroyed all that lived inside him. The headmaster believed him guilty and sent him here without a trial. "Sirius you will rot in hell for leading the monster to kill James and Lily." Maybe he had betrayed them and had forgotten. But there was something about the finger, something he could not remember.

"Black, hurry are you with us, come before it is too late. They won't not take us without you." The voice kept calling him.

"You must come with us, hell, if you don't come there is no way out. " Rabastan insisted.

Shit, it was Rabastan Lestrange minus 40 pounds. He probably looked the same. He looked up and saw a broken Rodolphus Lestrange, just right inside his cell. His face looked like a mess, bruised, scarred; as for the hair and beard, both were greasy and tangled. He could not even stand straight. And there were two guards, he recognized them, one of them was a real bully. Whereas this didn't look good, staying was the worse of the two alternatives.

"We are wasting precious time. Let's put it this way, if we are going to a good place you will come with us, and if we aren't, you are not either. If we go we stand the the chance of gaining something; you must take the chance. Remus says hello, and to 'remember the map Padfoot.'"

Sirius felt a light of hope and got up from his flea-ridden cot.

"Wait, is my cousin Bella coming as well?

"No, she is in a different section, if she was coming, trust me, I would be staying," was Rabastan's answer.

"Good, I am coming as well. Are you sure, that we aren't going into a trap?"

"Who knows? But death is better than this. Isn't it?"

They left, both carrying Rodolphus between the two of them. He sure felt hot and clammy, no, not hot, like an oven. A door opened, and they were pushed outside. It was very cold and dark, and they couldn't see. Worse, their voices did not carry sound. It was so cold they could not even breathe. Sirius and Rabastan held Rodolphus tight and prepared to die. This was looking grim, we are going to die. Was their last thought when the cold got to them.

Nighttime Malfoy Manor.-

Remus' Memories

Remus was awake. Sad to say, but he was the only one of the humans sleeping alone in their bed. He still longed for more, especially after finding out how poorly he had judged Sirius. Being around such beautiful women made it all together worse. He would never find someone to love him as they did the powerful lucky men who had the luck ato be their partners.

Who would be stuck with a werewolf and one that was unemployable, he held his breath, no, he was wrong on that account because he had a super job. He was a private tutor for two funny, smart, and a bit spoiled magical children. He probably earned four times a Hogwarts' salary, and he was also paid as their bodyguard. If he invested his money as Lucius had recommended, he would be in a fine place. Indeed, he already had a more than he would had made teaching at Hogwarts these last years. That was something, maybe he would find someone. Ok, where was he? Ah, yes Sirius.

His face change reflecting the grief for his fallen friends; especially for abandoning Sirius and declaring him guilty. That was Remus, he deeply mourned each one of them, even Peter.

And to think he was working for Malfoy; it was actually rather agreeable to work for the Grangers; however, he still didn't trust Lucius. He knew his kind, a self-serving aristocrat taking care of his own kin. Granted that he was being kind to him, and even offered him protection; yes even during the full moon, and the first time would be in just in two days.

Lucius; had paid a magic construction firm to ensemble a strong padded cell in the basement, with a wireless drop. He would have music to sooth the beast, a ventilator to introduce calming fragrances, and he had paid Severus for an improved version of Wolfsbane. And let's not forget, his room in the family wing, luxury beyond his imagination. Yes, he never had it this good, not even with the Potters. And, there was the other problem, the one of his discomfort around Snivelus; that was a thought, Sirius and Snivelus.

Sirius, his brother and friend, he had always been on the wild side. Remus remembered Charlus, and he had to agree, it was his need to be acknowledged. It was his need to defy his parents who were a waste of breathing space. He knew that James had experimented as well. Hell, he had done the same a couple of times, nothing beyond a hand here and there. He smirked at his memories. Lusty, hormonal laden boys, they would mount a tree if it were amenable. Now James and Sirius, hmm, why did he marry Lily if he loved Sirius? Sirius was right, James had made his decision, he heard them fighting. James was at the root of it all, he was a bit selfish, because he wanted all.

Seeing Severus so much had come back. Coincidentally, he had recently read a fascinating Muggle Adolescent Psycho-logy book. It discussed how boys torment the girls they are attracted to, and he had tried to remember who started the relentless persecution of Snape. If his mind served him right, of course it had been him, the master of Marauders.

He remembered.

"He is so pale, and what haughtiness, who does he think he is. I hear he is poor as mouse, but he is the Malfoy's pet. Such a know it all and arrogant at that; and with that unfortunate nose, he looks like the child of a stork." Sirius was eating an apple and sitting on the grass with his three Marauder mates. It was the fall when they were, or soon would be, thirteen. Peter laughed not-stop. He used to admired them all, but they treated him badly, yes, even Remus had.

"There she comes, check her out James; she is a nice bird... If she only had better taste," Sirius looked at Prongs, prodding him.

"Indeed, what does she see in him?" James was frowning. Sirius knew how to provoke and hurt people.

"I don't know, he is not ugly, he is tall, smart, and has a nice voice. If I was a bird, I might like him," volunteered Remus. He bit his lips, controlling a smile, well knowing the reaction…

Yes, a reaction that always involved punishing Snape. He cringed remembering their cruelty.

He remembered a time when they were around fifteen, it was after the Yule Ball, most of the witches already in their rooms, and the young wizards loitering all over the place, smoking or drinking or just hanging out. Next to him, Remus had a whiff of strong arousal, it was the name of the game during the balls, but the birds were caged. He thought it was curious and looked around. Surprisingly, he caught a gleam of intense lust in Sirius eyes, he followed the path, and he was looking at Snape. He had to do a double take, and yup, he was right.

Severus was nearly a foot taller than all of them. He was under the patronage of Lucius Malfoy. His robes reflected the patronage. The older Slytherin had taken a liking to the younger man, and had sponsored him from early on. As his talent grew, Malfoy's relation with him did as well.

It was no secret that both Slytherin wizards supported the Dark Lord. Snape was no longer the humble boy, but one against four was tough. Alas, their taunts grew crueler and meaner as the time went on. It was something that he wasn't proud of.

James was still pursuing Lily, who just started to open up to him, and Sirius could not stop talking about Snivelus, of how he was this and that. And of course, Sirius still 'played' with James, just playing.

He worked particularly hard to help James with his Lily. Remus already knew Sirius love of sex, or better, his obsession. His looks and money made him popular with both sexes. The wavy brown hair, his blue eyes, and his eternal pout, did not hurt. The Wizarding world wasn't against same sex unions, even less against triads between powerful magical beings, and it usually ran in families. As far as he knew, there weren't any triads in the Black family, they were rather conventional.

It was the look of raw desire which alerted Remus. Maybe once before, Sirius had looked at someone like that, at one of his beautiful dates. The next weeks would give him more cause for concern. He had never told anyone this secret, and Padfoot would kill him if he ever said a word. He knew that Remus had been there, he had caught Remus' scent.

Remus was having problems going to sleep, it was after the Holidays, the first night back at Hogwarts. His mother was very sick and his father was falling apart. James was aware of the situation, and Remus no longer received packages from his home and never had a sickle, so James had talked to his parents. It had been decided that Remus should stay with them for the next years, and they took over his care along with the expenses. Although, he was treated as a relative, just like Sirius, Remus missed his home a lot.

He wanted to go to the kitchen and get a glass of milk. He had their Marauder's map in his pocket, and since Sirius was not in his bed, he checked out the map. And to his surprise he saw the dot with his name at the dungeons, near the Slytherin area. Another name was next to his, but it was jumbled. This happened once in a while, it was usually one of them wanted to hide their date from the others.

He decided to go and spy on him. Sirius had been acting horrible, worse than ever. James would tease him, "Padfoot, you better tell us the bird's name. She is no friendly, ah?"

The last weeks, during the Holidays he had been unbearable. At least twice daily, Sirius had sent several owls to destination unknown. The other three Marauders had noticed that the owls always came empty handed, and that would make him moodier. Remus had seen him drying tears of anger, not sad, angry.

He wanted to solve the mystery, yet he wanted to be wrong. He heard angry whispers, and he wrapped himself tighter in the invisible cloak. Sirius was trying to hold Snape by his arms. Snape was angry and pushing him away, "Leave me alone, go away with your friends and go and kiss your fucking birds. Maybe the one hanging from your arm at the Ball, yes, after you said how much you loved me. Was this another one of your cruel jokes?" At this Remus nearly lost his dinner. He cursed himself for being nosy.

"I do, I care about you, give me time. I cannot even breathe thinking about you, about our games. I need to prepare my friends, an it will be difficult to explain. You are a Slytherin and a supporter of the Dark Lord. Please be patient, please, I have missed you badly. I wrote you at the Malfoy's several times. Are you shagging that slug, the blond Death Eater?" He went from begging to confrontational, in seconds.

Snape looked at him angrily, "I will not dignify your insult. For your information, we went to France the next day after the Holidays started. I met a nice French witch, a relative of Lucius, Therese Malfoy. And yes, I shagged her and it was good. I love birds just like you, shall I tell you what she said?"

It turned even worse, and Remus knew he should turn around, but he was ensnared. It was like reading a horror book; you are scared but cannot stop reading.

Sirius fell apart, he sat on the floor, crying heart wrenching sobs, "You fucking traitor, I didn't shag Emily she was only a date. I had to do it, it was the only way that Lily would go with James. As it was Lily was mad because of the way I treated her friend. I hate you. Since we started together, I haven't been with anyone but you, fucking snake."

"So you are the reason that Lily went with James," Snape asked in an icy tone, his voice sounded flat and strange.

"What? Do you still care about that bloody Muggle born cow, you fucking traitor?" Sirius stopped crying. He dried his tears angrily with the back of his hand. Remus had to recognize that he looked magnificent in his anger. Magic making his hair fly, his complexion almost shinning, he was a beautiful wizard in his anguish.

"I have never told you otherwise." It was Snape's defeated response, and he started walking away.

"Oh, no, you did, and you don't leave me like this, you are fucking mine," Sirius ran after the much taller Snape and jumped on him. He was magnificent, like an angry tiger andf on a fluid motion he downed Sinivelus on the ground and started beating him up.

Remus considered stopping him. But he stopped right on time when the punches turned into kisses. Snape turned around and held him with passion, Remus ran like he had seen a demon. He had seen the demon of angry lust.

He was not sure what happened, but Sirius was happy for a short while, and then the taunts started even worse and more violent. He was sure it was over Snape wanting Sirius to show that he cared, and Sirius couldn't. Ok, yes, he had spied a few more times, damn Sirius always putting up a front.

He wanted Snape to quit loving Lily, and let Snape love him from the shadows. He would go in triad, but never would declare his love for one man, and not for a Slytherin at that. Life was strange. Snape wanted to be loved for the person he was, and Sirius was Sirius. And James, well, he really didn't want Sirius, just wasn't ready to let it go.

He had judged a lot of people wrongly. He had been ready to believe Sirius' betrayal, mostly influenced by the knowledge he had gathered spying on him. "Sirius, my brother, forgive me. I will do whatever I can to make it better for you. What have we all done? James dead, his son abused and abandoned; Peter is a murderer; I was living on the street until a Death Eater rescued me. Let's hope we can change the future." He talked to the shadows who couldn't talk back.

Harry Potter's Nightmare

Harry's pain was worse. He cried softly not wanting to be beaten more. Today he had heard voices. He stood up with great effort and stuck his little ear to the door.

"When is the boy coming back? Did you say he is at your sister's home? I am so sorry, but the rules say that I must come in and conduct an inspection."

"Tunny, who is at the door?" He heard Uncle Vernon's voice.

"A Miss Granger, from Family Services, imagine how ridiculous, someone has reported that Harry is being abused. And she wants to come and inspect," his Aunt Petunia answered. Harry didn't know who the Family people were, but his aunt sounded worried. Maybe, it was a nice lady to take him away? But where, his mommy and daddy had been smashed up to pieces in a car accident, like bugs, that is what Dudley had said.

"I am coming down. Tunny ask her if she has a judge ordered signed for inspection," Vernon's thunderous voice answered.

He heard uncle Vernon talking, he did not sound friendly or happy. They were talking about the lady coming back with a constable, oh, no. They were going to punish him. "Harry, if you ever tell anyone, specially a constable, you will be sorry. " He did not know what kind of person that one was, but he never saw anyone. He cried in fear.

He though that someone was telling him, "Harry scream, quick before the lady goes, scream real loud." Yes, that was a good idea, but before he did, the door closed down. Oh, oh, there they came, he was shaking in fear.

He was wrong nobody came for hours, he had heard his aunt, "Verny, you must send that old freak fellow a note. Telling him what is going on. He promised to take care of us."

"Are you crazy? He pays us 1,000 P a month for the brat; I signed a paper for 2,000 so we split it. Apparently, he has to pay several people to keep this under wraps. However, he has always told me to take care of him. If he sees him the way he is now, he might even kill us. We need to think. It is your fault for complaining so much. The little freak gets on my nerves."

Hours went by, he did not know how long; he just lied on his bed, feverish. He had not been able to use the loo for almost a day. But then, he hadn't eaten or drunk anything. The door opened, "Freak come out now. " He did not have the strength to get up, nausea rose inside his belly, and he threw up. It was dark.

"Why is he not coming out? Harry, right now, little freak, now." Vernon screamed, no answer. Someone was at the door. He looked at the time, 10:45, he needed to go to work and needed to put the freak away.

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Next time: ?

A/N. The question is Lucius a good or a bad guy, can't say. He is not afraid to do what it takes to accomplish the task. I guess the Malfoy, in general are a lot lawless, a shade of dark, and a lot of fun, good friends, and hopefully not your enemies.

Hmm, next time we will see what happens. Rose needs the fear of something rotten, and never forget about Rita, she has not forgotten. Does anyone think that Molly will be nice? We shall see, I am just afraid that Ron will be truly rotten with a few sickles to spare. Not sure.

Writing about child abuse makes me sad, it is difficult subject. Doesn't it make you mad?

Good wishes to you all.

Till next chapter.