Left To Darkness Ch. 2 Lost
Title: Left To Darkness
Author: mesh_x_lace (Bellatrixs_Lament or BellatrixsLament on fic sites)
Pairing(s): Lucius/Sirius
Rating: NC-17, M
Warning(s): Violence, Adult Language, Graphic Sexual Situations, Spoilers, BDSM, Non Con, Character Death, Threesome, Het Sex, Slash Sex.
Summary: Sirius made Lucius want to be a better man. What happens when Sirius goes beyond the veil, leaving Lucius to the dark?
Author's Notes:Chapter 2 Lost. This chapter is the reason for a lot of the warnings. Missed some? Ch. 1
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine, nothing at all
Ch. 2 Lost
'When your world's crashing down, and you can't bear to fall, you're not lost.' Lost by Michael Buble
Sirius didn't know how long he had been sitting in his study wrapped in his thoughts. Trying to stand, he found that his leg was asleep, he didn't like the uncomfortable tingly feeling, but knew it would pass once he started walking. He looked up as the grandfather clock against the wall chimed one a.m. and slowly made for his bedroom on the third floor. Upon opening the door to the darkened room, he realized that it was not empty.
"Harry?" He called out to the darkness. A cold voice replied from the farthest corner of the room.
"Whatever would young Potter be doing in your bedroom this time of night, Black?"
Sirius grinned. "What are you doing sitting in here in the dark, Pavo?"
Sirius waved his hand and instantly several candles were lit, revealing the man sitting in his chair. His long blond hair was pulled back tightly in a low ponytail, black gloved hands held together in front of his face hid the trademark smirk Sirius knew would be there.
"What brings you here old man?"
Malfoy gave Sirius a dirty look before rising and striding across the room, hands now clasped behind his back.
Stopping behind Sirius, he leaned towards him and muttered. "You never answered my question, Black. Would Potter have reason to be in your rooms this late at night?"
Sirius turned around to face Lucius, offended.
"Merlin, Malfoy. I hope you're not implying what I think you are. Harry is my godson, in essence, my son."
Lucius raised an eyebrow and curled his lip in response. After all these years, Sirius still could not tell when Lucius was trying to bait him.
"Bloody peacock." He mumbled as Lucius moved to sit on the foot of the bed.
"So, Lucius. You came here in the dead of night to arouse my anger then," Raising an eyebrow of his own he added, "Or perhaps to arouse... something else?"
"Always the dog in heat, Black. Does your mind dwell anywhere but the gutter?"
Sirius laughed. "Nowhere better I find. Especially where you're concerned." Malfoy gave his best imitation of a grin, clearly uncomfortable.
"I am here on business. I couldn't very well go knocking on your front door without bringing the entire Order down on my head."
"No, I guess you're right on that account." Sirius sat down on the top of the bed and leaned back against the headboard. "Well, out with it then Malfoy, we don't have all night."
Lucius paused before beginning.
"There is some sort of weapon in the Ministry, and the Dark Lord intends to use it against Potter. He hasn't been very clear about what it is, only that it is important, and.. Potter has to be the one to retrieve it. He intends to set a trap for the boy soon.” He hesitated. “You are to be the bait."
Sirius was outraged. "Me? He wants to trap Harry and use me as bait?"
He jumped from the bed and started pacing, not really knowing what to do.
"Harry will never go for it. He's smarter than that. He'll know better than to go...traipsing off on some half cocked rescue mission."
"Potter is known for playing the hero, Black. The Dark Lord is counting on it. He knows how close the two of you have become since your, ah, escape from Azkaban."
"How could he know that?" Sirius stopped pacing and glared at Lucius. "It's you. You're pretending to play double agent when your true loyalty is to him."
Sirius flew at Malfoy. Eyes flashing with anger he wrapped his fingers around the pale, slim neck and squeezed. Lucius managed to throw Sirius off, and rolled on top of him, pinning his arms to the bed. He put his knee in Sirius' chest to hold him still. "You of all people should know me better than that Black. Always with the rash accusations and blaming me--" He eased his grip, but hovered above him, his voice quiet but menacing. "My loyalty is to you. My damned soul belongs to you." He threw Sirius arms down, and stood, turning his back to him, disgusted.
Sirius sat up and rubbed the spot on his chest where Lucius' knee had been. ”What is wrong with me? You've risked your neck for me on more than one occasion.” He too stood, and walked over to Lucius, wrapping his arms around his waist and gently resting his cheek on Malfoy's shoulder. When Lucius didn't pull away, he started planting light kisses on the side of his neck.
"I know, Pavo. I know. Please, forgive me? I'm a hardened, bitter man."
Lucius did not respond, instead reached inside his cloak and pulled out a small object wrapped in a dingy cloth napkin. Turning around, he shoved the package at Sirius, who opened it, revealing two mirrors.
"What is this?"
"A two way mirror. Give Potter the smaller half, and keep the other. If he ever needs to speak to you, all he has to do is look into it, and you will know. Make sure he uses it Black."
Malfoy made to leave the way he came, but Sirius caught up with him and stood between him and his window exit.
“Just business tonight then, Malfoy?” he purred, edging closer to Lucius.
Sirius tentatively reached out and started unbuttoning the black silk shirt Lucius wore. When Lucius made no move to stop him, Sirius pressed on until he had bared the mans entire chest. He pressed his lips softly along Malfoy's throat, moving them downward and flicking his tongue across Lucius hardened nipple before capturing it in his mouth. Sirius heard him hiss and looked up to see the cold look in Lucius' eyes replaced with heat he hadn't seen in years.
Sirius continued licking, sucking, kissing and nibbling, until a moist trail led to where a thin line of dark golden colored hair began. Crouching down and stroking the now bulging front of Lucius' pants, Sirius undid them, and in one swift movement, jerked them to Lucius' feet.
”Nothing underneath." Sirius grinned. "How typical Lucius. Always one for making things easily accessible weren't you?”
He rose from the floor and gently pushed Malfoy down into the chair he'd been in earlier, tossing the pants aside before kneeling between his legs.
Lucius groaned as Sirius' tongue ran lazily up and down the underside of his already rock hard cock teasingly, stopping only to lightly suckle the soft, fleshy orbs beneath. He gently gripped the base of Lucius' erection in one hand, stroking him until several pearly drops of pre come glistened temptingly as they formed at the tip of Lucius' swollen prick. Lucius was watching him through half lidded eyes as Sirius' hot tongue lapped at them briefly before wrapping his lips around Lucius' cock head, sliding him into his hungry mouth. Sirius felt Lucius' body jerk and tremble, as though he was using force to keep his hips from thrusting hard into his throat. After an eternity of tease and lick, suck and stroke, quiver, slide, pant, withdraw, Lucius couldn't take anymore. It had been so long, too long since he'd been inside of Sirius. The mere thought it was euphoric. He had to have him, have more of him than his mouth.
"I have to fuck you Black," he breathed "Now."
Sirius stood and began removing his clothes, exasperatingly slowly. Lucius was feverish with anticipation by the time a fully nude Sirius put his knees to either side of him, and without any sort of preparation or lubrication, lowered himself halfway onto Malfoy's throbbing cock before the pain got the better of him. The instant he felt Sirius tighten slightly around him, Lucius thrust upward, hard, allowing himself a moment to savor the tight heat around his fully sheathed prick before he began pumping in and out almost languidly. He realized Sirius had nothing to ease his way, and he tried to be as gentle as possible, but he couldn't force himself to stop.
The burning, aching pain Sirius felt was dizzying yet pleasurable. He didn't know anymore whether he was coming or going, and he didn't care; this was bliss. This was worth waiting a thousand years in Azkaban for. He moaned as he lowered his head and sought out Malfoy's mouth, kissing him deeply, their tongues and lips meeting in an almost frenzied mating dance.
Lucius' hands traveled down Sirius' back and roughly began kneading his buttocks, all the while keeping up his slow, but hard and steady thrusting. Sirius felt his balls constrict and knew he was about to find release without even so much as a touch, still he wanted the feeling of Lucius' fingers on him. He reached behind him, took Lucius' hand, leading it to his swollen erection. Lucius curled his fingers around Sirius and stroked him rapidly, bringing him to his climax after only a few seconds.
The feeling of Sirius' hot come spurting onto his chest made Lucius wild, he wanted to be in complete control. He pulled out of Sirius, kissing him as they rose and stumbled to the bed. Sirius gestured to the table beside his bed, murmering the word lube, as he crawled onto the matress and positioned himself on all fours, presenting his backside to Malfoy. Lucius found the tube of gel, and applied a liberal amount to his cock. He pulled Sirius back to meet him and rubbed more gel on three fingers, easing them one by one, twisting and sliding, into Sirius' sore arse. When he decided it was enough, Lucius spread Sirius' legs wide and pounded savagely into him again.
Sirius buried his face in the mattress to keep from crying out when Lucius' hand reached around his hips and took hold of his half hardened cock, jerking him in time with his every thrust. Lucius felt Sirius tightening around him again, and they both gave loud moans as they came within seconds of each other. After he had somewhat collected himself, Sirius glanced back playfully over his shoulder at Lucius, who was half collapsed against him.
"And to think old man, you called me the dog in heat."
~*OoOoO*~
Sirius awakened to an empty bed and the sun beaming into his room through the open window.
He hadn't expected Malfoy to stay through the night, but it would have been polite to wake him before he left. He kicked back his covers and threw his legs over the side of the bed, scratching his chin thoughtfully before dressing for the day.
He picked up the package Lucius had given him he turned it over in his hand, his mind now heavy with worry.
The trio would be leaving to go back to school this afternoon, surely taking the rest of the Weasley's with them. He would be all alone again, just him, Buckbeak, and Kreacher. And as always, Harry was in danger, as was he. He looked back to the tousled bed once more before heading downstairs.
Entering the kitchen, he found Ron and Hermione still eating their breakfast.
"Morning Sirius." Ron said brightly. At least that's what he thought Ron said as the young man's mouth was filled with half a pancake.
He grabbed a cup and filled it with coffee, letting the hot blackness slide down his throat.
"Ron, Hermione," he nodded to them. "Has Harry been down to breakfast yet?"
Hermione looked up from her plate. "He's already eaten and gone upstairs to visit with Buckbeak."
Sirius took his coffee and went up to the second floor, and hesitated outside of his brother Regulus' old room, which now belonged to Buckbeak. He almost knocked, but decided against it and pushed open the door.
"Harry?" He called out softly, not immediately seeing the boy.
"Over here, Sirius." Harry was now standing, and Sirius motioned to a chair beside the bed.
"Sit down, Harry. We have to talk."
~*OoOoO*~
Hours later Sirius sat in the sitting room. It was almost dark now. He was watching the lights from the Christmas tree flickering red and gold from the corner of his eye. He looked peaceful sitting there, drink in hand, but inside his mind there was an internal struggle going on.
He knew he had done the right thing, not telling Harry, or anyone else for that matter, what he knew.
The Order already knew about the weapon Voldemort was seeking, but they didn't know he planned on luring Harry there through Sirius. They would overreact, he was sure, and send him somewhere else 'safe' if he told them. Or even worse, the little freedom he had now would be gone. Not to mention they would wonder where he had gotten the information. No, he was right not telling any of them, but telling Harry another lie bothered him. Was omitting parts of the story really a lie though? Sirius couldn't think anymore, all he wanted to do was drink and forget all of it for a while.
~*OoOoO*~
Months had passed since he had given Harry the mirror, and he hadn't used it once. This both saddened and relieved Sirius. He thought the boy didn't need him anymore, but he was glad that Harry hadn't had any problems he needed help sorting through. The school year was almost finished, and soon Harry would be off to his muggle aunt and uncle again. Then hopefully back to Grimmauld to be with him. He couldn't help thinking that since Harry hadn't tried to communicate with him, then the boy might not want to come back for the summer. He couldn't blame him, the place was bloody depressing even after all of the cleaning Molly had them do last summer.
Remus had noticed Sirius' foul mood after Christmas and had taken to visiting him on a regular basis. Sometimes he brought along Tonks, another of Sirius' cousins. He wondered what was going on between the two. He might be depressed, but he wasn't blind. He saw the looks passed between them when they thought he wasn't watching. He thought it was wonderful, and he was happy for his old friend. At least someone could be with the one they love.
When he wasn't thinking about Harry, Sirius was thinking about Lucius. But that depressed him even more, so he had taken to drinking copious amounts of brandy. Brandy had a lovely habit of clearing out those thoughts for a while.
~*OoOoO*~
It was mid May, during one of his visits with Remus and Tonks that Snape had flooed in urgently.
“The golden trio and several others have fled the school. Off to rescue you, Black, it would seem.”
“What? Where Severus?” Remus said as he flew from the couch. Sirius and Tonks had jumped up as well.
Harry and five of his friends had fled Hogwarts after overthrowing the new headmistress, Dolores Umbridge. Snape told them about the scene in Dolores' office earlier that evening, and how Harry had told him Sirius was in danger. Snape said he had checked, but when he returned to signal Harry otherwise, they had already left the grounds.
Sirius was preparing to floo before Snape could finish. This was the moment Sirius had been dreading, one he had almost convinced himself would not come.
Seeing the look in Sirius' eye, Remus knew he could not talk him out of going to the Ministry with them, so he didn't even try.
~*OoOoO*~
When they arrived, the scene at the Ministry was dire. It looked as though only two of the original six remained standing. Harry was engaged in a wand battle with none other than Lucius Malfoy, and another boy was doing his best to hold off another death eater he didn't recognize. Sirius immediately attempted to go to Harry's side, noting that Lucius was throwing curses over the boys head purposely. Lucius' aim with a wand was deadly accurate. Sirius knew if he'd wanted to hit him, Harry would have been down.
Before Sirius could get Harry, he was knocked off center by a curse from behind. Setting himself right, he saw that the one who had cursed him was his hated cousin, Bellatrix Lestrange.
“Bellatrix.” Sirius said, bowing sarcastically. “Long time. Still as insane as ever I see.”
“Sirius Black. Come to rescue your filthy half blood godson? Crucio!” Sirius smiled as he moved and watched the curse fly by his head. Bellatrix was nothing if not predictable. And her love of the cruciatus curse was widely known.
They engaged each other for a time, throwing both barbs and hexes, both easily dodging them all. Sirius had just begun to get a little bit too sure of himself when a red spark shot from the tip of Bellatrix's wand, hitting him in the stomach. He started to laugh and shake it off, but lost his balance and started to fall.
He looked over when he heard a scream come from Lucius. As their eyes met for the last time, Sirius saw the look of sheer terror on Lucius' face. And then everything was dark.
~*OoOoO*~
Lucius had seen Bellatrix and Sirius begin dueling and had unceremoniously thrown Harry into a wall. Malfoy watched them, his heart thudding loudly in his ears. He didn't know what he could do. He couldn't very well help Sirius, but he had to at least see where it was going. If it came down to it he could always claim that his curse had hit the wrong mark. He saw the jet of red light leave Bellatrix's wand and Sirius stumble when it came into contact with him.
When Lucius had noticed the veil behind Sirius, he felt all of his air being sucked away from him, and he screamed.
“No!”
Black's head had turned to him, the ever present grin plastered on his face. It had only taken seconds, but it seemed like an eternity, watching him fall into the veil, into the unforgiving embrace of death. He was stunned.
Sirius Black was gone.
He stood there quietly while the other death eaters made to run from the aurors that were now appearing all around them. He couldn't move if he had wanted to. The person he loved for what felt like his entire life was dead, and there was no coming back, not from there.
When he saw the anguish on the boys face as he finally realized exactly what had happened, Lucius wanted to reach out and comfort Harry and be comforted in return. But he just stood there, waiting patiently for the punishment he felt he deserved. He didn't fight when they stood around him, wands drawn.
“Well, well. Lucius Malfoy caught red-handed at last. Your money and your name won't save you this time.”
He bent his head low to hide the tears that were burning his eyes as the auror grabbed him roughly and bound him with magical chains.
He wasn't going to try and talk or buy his way out of this one. It would be Azkaban this time for him for sure. Perhaps, he hoped, they would give him the small mercy of allowing the Dementors to perform their kiss. It wouldn't make much difference to him anyway, as Sirius had taken Lucius' soul with him when he fell beyond the veil.
Ch. 3 Begin Again
Author: mesh_x_lace (Bellatrixs_Lament or BellatrixsLament on fic sites)
Pairing(s): Lucius/Sirius
Rating: NC-17, M
Warning(s): Violence, Adult Language, Graphic Sexual Situations, Spoilers, BDSM, Non Con, Character Death, Threesome, Het Sex, Slash Sex.
Summary: Sirius made Lucius want to be a better man. What happens when Sirius goes beyond the veil, leaving Lucius to the dark?
Author's Notes:Chapter 2 Lost. This chapter is the reason for a lot of the warnings. Missed some? Ch. 1
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine, nothing at all
Ch. 2 Lost
'When your world's crashing down, and you can't bear to fall, you're not lost.' Lost by Michael Buble
Sirius didn't know how long he had been sitting in his study wrapped in his thoughts. Trying to stand, he found that his leg was asleep, he didn't like the uncomfortable tingly feeling, but knew it would pass once he started walking. He looked up as the grandfather clock against the wall chimed one a.m. and slowly made for his bedroom on the third floor. Upon opening the door to the darkened room, he realized that it was not empty.
"Harry?" He called out to the darkness. A cold voice replied from the farthest corner of the room.
"Whatever would young Potter be doing in your bedroom this time of night, Black?"
Sirius grinned. "What are you doing sitting in here in the dark, Pavo?"
Sirius waved his hand and instantly several candles were lit, revealing the man sitting in his chair. His long blond hair was pulled back tightly in a low ponytail, black gloved hands held together in front of his face hid the trademark smirk Sirius knew would be there.
"What brings you here old man?"
Malfoy gave Sirius a dirty look before rising and striding across the room, hands now clasped behind his back.
Stopping behind Sirius, he leaned towards him and muttered. "You never answered my question, Black. Would Potter have reason to be in your rooms this late at night?"
Sirius turned around to face Lucius, offended.
"Merlin, Malfoy. I hope you're not implying what I think you are. Harry is my godson, in essence, my son."
Lucius raised an eyebrow and curled his lip in response. After all these years, Sirius still could not tell when Lucius was trying to bait him.
"Bloody peacock." He mumbled as Lucius moved to sit on the foot of the bed.
"So, Lucius. You came here in the dead of night to arouse my anger then," Raising an eyebrow of his own he added, "Or perhaps to arouse... something else?"
"Always the dog in heat, Black. Does your mind dwell anywhere but the gutter?"
Sirius laughed. "Nowhere better I find. Especially where you're concerned." Malfoy gave his best imitation of a grin, clearly uncomfortable.
"I am here on business. I couldn't very well go knocking on your front door without bringing the entire Order down on my head."
"No, I guess you're right on that account." Sirius sat down on the top of the bed and leaned back against the headboard. "Well, out with it then Malfoy, we don't have all night."
Lucius paused before beginning.
"There is some sort of weapon in the Ministry, and the Dark Lord intends to use it against Potter. He hasn't been very clear about what it is, only that it is important, and.. Potter has to be the one to retrieve it. He intends to set a trap for the boy soon.” He hesitated. “You are to be the bait."
Sirius was outraged. "Me? He wants to trap Harry and use me as bait?"
He jumped from the bed and started pacing, not really knowing what to do.
"Harry will never go for it. He's smarter than that. He'll know better than to go...traipsing off on some half cocked rescue mission."
"Potter is known for playing the hero, Black. The Dark Lord is counting on it. He knows how close the two of you have become since your, ah, escape from Azkaban."
"How could he know that?" Sirius stopped pacing and glared at Lucius. "It's you. You're pretending to play double agent when your true loyalty is to him."
Sirius flew at Malfoy. Eyes flashing with anger he wrapped his fingers around the pale, slim neck and squeezed. Lucius managed to throw Sirius off, and rolled on top of him, pinning his arms to the bed. He put his knee in Sirius' chest to hold him still. "You of all people should know me better than that Black. Always with the rash accusations and blaming me--" He eased his grip, but hovered above him, his voice quiet but menacing. "My loyalty is to you. My damned soul belongs to you." He threw Sirius arms down, and stood, turning his back to him, disgusted.
Sirius sat up and rubbed the spot on his chest where Lucius' knee had been. ”What is wrong with me? You've risked your neck for me on more than one occasion.” He too stood, and walked over to Lucius, wrapping his arms around his waist and gently resting his cheek on Malfoy's shoulder. When Lucius didn't pull away, he started planting light kisses on the side of his neck.
"I know, Pavo. I know. Please, forgive me? I'm a hardened, bitter man."
Lucius did not respond, instead reached inside his cloak and pulled out a small object wrapped in a dingy cloth napkin. Turning around, he shoved the package at Sirius, who opened it, revealing two mirrors.
"What is this?"
"A two way mirror. Give Potter the smaller half, and keep the other. If he ever needs to speak to you, all he has to do is look into it, and you will know. Make sure he uses it Black."
Malfoy made to leave the way he came, but Sirius caught up with him and stood between him and his window exit.
“Just business tonight then, Malfoy?” he purred, edging closer to Lucius.
Sirius tentatively reached out and started unbuttoning the black silk shirt Lucius wore. When Lucius made no move to stop him, Sirius pressed on until he had bared the mans entire chest. He pressed his lips softly along Malfoy's throat, moving them downward and flicking his tongue across Lucius hardened nipple before capturing it in his mouth. Sirius heard him hiss and looked up to see the cold look in Lucius' eyes replaced with heat he hadn't seen in years.
Sirius continued licking, sucking, kissing and nibbling, until a moist trail led to where a thin line of dark golden colored hair began. Crouching down and stroking the now bulging front of Lucius' pants, Sirius undid them, and in one swift movement, jerked them to Lucius' feet.
”Nothing underneath." Sirius grinned. "How typical Lucius. Always one for making things easily accessible weren't you?”
He rose from the floor and gently pushed Malfoy down into the chair he'd been in earlier, tossing the pants aside before kneeling between his legs.
Lucius groaned as Sirius' tongue ran lazily up and down the underside of his already rock hard cock teasingly, stopping only to lightly suckle the soft, fleshy orbs beneath. He gently gripped the base of Lucius' erection in one hand, stroking him until several pearly drops of pre come glistened temptingly as they formed at the tip of Lucius' swollen prick. Lucius was watching him through half lidded eyes as Sirius' hot tongue lapped at them briefly before wrapping his lips around Lucius' cock head, sliding him into his hungry mouth. Sirius felt Lucius' body jerk and tremble, as though he was using force to keep his hips from thrusting hard into his throat. After an eternity of tease and lick, suck and stroke, quiver, slide, pant, withdraw, Lucius couldn't take anymore. It had been so long, too long since he'd been inside of Sirius. The mere thought it was euphoric. He had to have him, have more of him than his mouth.
"I have to fuck you Black," he breathed "Now."
Sirius stood and began removing his clothes, exasperatingly slowly. Lucius was feverish with anticipation by the time a fully nude Sirius put his knees to either side of him, and without any sort of preparation or lubrication, lowered himself halfway onto Malfoy's throbbing cock before the pain got the better of him. The instant he felt Sirius tighten slightly around him, Lucius thrust upward, hard, allowing himself a moment to savor the tight heat around his fully sheathed prick before he began pumping in and out almost languidly. He realized Sirius had nothing to ease his way, and he tried to be as gentle as possible, but he couldn't force himself to stop.
The burning, aching pain Sirius felt was dizzying yet pleasurable. He didn't know anymore whether he was coming or going, and he didn't care; this was bliss. This was worth waiting a thousand years in Azkaban for. He moaned as he lowered his head and sought out Malfoy's mouth, kissing him deeply, their tongues and lips meeting in an almost frenzied mating dance.
Lucius' hands traveled down Sirius' back and roughly began kneading his buttocks, all the while keeping up his slow, but hard and steady thrusting. Sirius felt his balls constrict and knew he was about to find release without even so much as a touch, still he wanted the feeling of Lucius' fingers on him. He reached behind him, took Lucius' hand, leading it to his swollen erection. Lucius curled his fingers around Sirius and stroked him rapidly, bringing him to his climax after only a few seconds.
The feeling of Sirius' hot come spurting onto his chest made Lucius wild, he wanted to be in complete control. He pulled out of Sirius, kissing him as they rose and stumbled to the bed. Sirius gestured to the table beside his bed, murmering the word lube, as he crawled onto the matress and positioned himself on all fours, presenting his backside to Malfoy. Lucius found the tube of gel, and applied a liberal amount to his cock. He pulled Sirius back to meet him and rubbed more gel on three fingers, easing them one by one, twisting and sliding, into Sirius' sore arse. When he decided it was enough, Lucius spread Sirius' legs wide and pounded savagely into him again.
Sirius buried his face in the mattress to keep from crying out when Lucius' hand reached around his hips and took hold of his half hardened cock, jerking him in time with his every thrust. Lucius felt Sirius tightening around him again, and they both gave loud moans as they came within seconds of each other. After he had somewhat collected himself, Sirius glanced back playfully over his shoulder at Lucius, who was half collapsed against him.
"And to think old man, you called me the dog in heat."
~*OoOoO*~
Sirius awakened to an empty bed and the sun beaming into his room through the open window.
He hadn't expected Malfoy to stay through the night, but it would have been polite to wake him before he left. He kicked back his covers and threw his legs over the side of the bed, scratching his chin thoughtfully before dressing for the day.
He picked up the package Lucius had given him he turned it over in his hand, his mind now heavy with worry.
The trio would be leaving to go back to school this afternoon, surely taking the rest of the Weasley's with them. He would be all alone again, just him, Buckbeak, and Kreacher. And as always, Harry was in danger, as was he. He looked back to the tousled bed once more before heading downstairs.
Entering the kitchen, he found Ron and Hermione still eating their breakfast.
"Morning Sirius." Ron said brightly. At least that's what he thought Ron said as the young man's mouth was filled with half a pancake.
He grabbed a cup and filled it with coffee, letting the hot blackness slide down his throat.
"Ron, Hermione," he nodded to them. "Has Harry been down to breakfast yet?"
Hermione looked up from her plate. "He's already eaten and gone upstairs to visit with Buckbeak."
Sirius took his coffee and went up to the second floor, and hesitated outside of his brother Regulus' old room, which now belonged to Buckbeak. He almost knocked, but decided against it and pushed open the door.
"Harry?" He called out softly, not immediately seeing the boy.
"Over here, Sirius." Harry was now standing, and Sirius motioned to a chair beside the bed.
"Sit down, Harry. We have to talk."
~*OoOoO*~
Hours later Sirius sat in the sitting room. It was almost dark now. He was watching the lights from the Christmas tree flickering red and gold from the corner of his eye. He looked peaceful sitting there, drink in hand, but inside his mind there was an internal struggle going on.
He knew he had done the right thing, not telling Harry, or anyone else for that matter, what he knew.
The Order already knew about the weapon Voldemort was seeking, but they didn't know he planned on luring Harry there through Sirius. They would overreact, he was sure, and send him somewhere else 'safe' if he told them. Or even worse, the little freedom he had now would be gone. Not to mention they would wonder where he had gotten the information. No, he was right not telling any of them, but telling Harry another lie bothered him. Was omitting parts of the story really a lie though? Sirius couldn't think anymore, all he wanted to do was drink and forget all of it for a while.
~*OoOoO*~
Months had passed since he had given Harry the mirror, and he hadn't used it once. This both saddened and relieved Sirius. He thought the boy didn't need him anymore, but he was glad that Harry hadn't had any problems he needed help sorting through. The school year was almost finished, and soon Harry would be off to his muggle aunt and uncle again. Then hopefully back to Grimmauld to be with him. He couldn't help thinking that since Harry hadn't tried to communicate with him, then the boy might not want to come back for the summer. He couldn't blame him, the place was bloody depressing even after all of the cleaning Molly had them do last summer.
Remus had noticed Sirius' foul mood after Christmas and had taken to visiting him on a regular basis. Sometimes he brought along Tonks, another of Sirius' cousins. He wondered what was going on between the two. He might be depressed, but he wasn't blind. He saw the looks passed between them when they thought he wasn't watching. He thought it was wonderful, and he was happy for his old friend. At least someone could be with the one they love.
When he wasn't thinking about Harry, Sirius was thinking about Lucius. But that depressed him even more, so he had taken to drinking copious amounts of brandy. Brandy had a lovely habit of clearing out those thoughts for a while.
~*OoOoO*~
It was mid May, during one of his visits with Remus and Tonks that Snape had flooed in urgently.
“The golden trio and several others have fled the school. Off to rescue you, Black, it would seem.”
“What? Where Severus?” Remus said as he flew from the couch. Sirius and Tonks had jumped up as well.
Harry and five of his friends had fled Hogwarts after overthrowing the new headmistress, Dolores Umbridge. Snape told them about the scene in Dolores' office earlier that evening, and how Harry had told him Sirius was in danger. Snape said he had checked, but when he returned to signal Harry otherwise, they had already left the grounds.
Sirius was preparing to floo before Snape could finish. This was the moment Sirius had been dreading, one he had almost convinced himself would not come.
Seeing the look in Sirius' eye, Remus knew he could not talk him out of going to the Ministry with them, so he didn't even try.
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When they arrived, the scene at the Ministry was dire. It looked as though only two of the original six remained standing. Harry was engaged in a wand battle with none other than Lucius Malfoy, and another boy was doing his best to hold off another death eater he didn't recognize. Sirius immediately attempted to go to Harry's side, noting that Lucius was throwing curses over the boys head purposely. Lucius' aim with a wand was deadly accurate. Sirius knew if he'd wanted to hit him, Harry would have been down.
Before Sirius could get Harry, he was knocked off center by a curse from behind. Setting himself right, he saw that the one who had cursed him was his hated cousin, Bellatrix Lestrange.
“Bellatrix.” Sirius said, bowing sarcastically. “Long time. Still as insane as ever I see.”
“Sirius Black. Come to rescue your filthy half blood godson? Crucio!” Sirius smiled as he moved and watched the curse fly by his head. Bellatrix was nothing if not predictable. And her love of the cruciatus curse was widely known.
They engaged each other for a time, throwing both barbs and hexes, both easily dodging them all. Sirius had just begun to get a little bit too sure of himself when a red spark shot from the tip of Bellatrix's wand, hitting him in the stomach. He started to laugh and shake it off, but lost his balance and started to fall.
He looked over when he heard a scream come from Lucius. As their eyes met for the last time, Sirius saw the look of sheer terror on Lucius' face. And then everything was dark.
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Lucius had seen Bellatrix and Sirius begin dueling and had unceremoniously thrown Harry into a wall. Malfoy watched them, his heart thudding loudly in his ears. He didn't know what he could do. He couldn't very well help Sirius, but he had to at least see where it was going. If it came down to it he could always claim that his curse had hit the wrong mark. He saw the jet of red light leave Bellatrix's wand and Sirius stumble when it came into contact with him.
When Lucius had noticed the veil behind Sirius, he felt all of his air being sucked away from him, and he screamed.
“No!”
Black's head had turned to him, the ever present grin plastered on his face. It had only taken seconds, but it seemed like an eternity, watching him fall into the veil, into the unforgiving embrace of death. He was stunned.
Sirius Black was gone.
He stood there quietly while the other death eaters made to run from the aurors that were now appearing all around them. He couldn't move if he had wanted to. The person he loved for what felt like his entire life was dead, and there was no coming back, not from there.
When he saw the anguish on the boys face as he finally realized exactly what had happened, Lucius wanted to reach out and comfort Harry and be comforted in return. But he just stood there, waiting patiently for the punishment he felt he deserved. He didn't fight when they stood around him, wands drawn.
“Well, well. Lucius Malfoy caught red-handed at last. Your money and your name won't save you this time.”
He bent his head low to hide the tears that were burning his eyes as the auror grabbed him roughly and bound him with magical chains.
He wasn't going to try and talk or buy his way out of this one. It would be Azkaban this time for him for sure. Perhaps, he hoped, they would give him the small mercy of allowing the Dementors to perform their kiss. It wouldn't make much difference to him anyway, as Sirius had taken Lucius' soul with him when he fell beyond the veil.
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