Who? Amycus Carrow, Sirius Black and James Potter the Elder
What? You really shouldn't dare a sociopath to try and break you. Sirius will remember that eventually.
Why? Because Carrow is an evil bitch and those Marauders are just begging to be played with?
When? Now.
Title: Kinda I want to.
Rating: Hard R for violence and torture.
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A him.
It was a male. His brain wandered as he looked up and stared into Carrow's skull, eyes blazing. He was angry, he was in pain, and he was getting to be more and more rebellious as time passed.
He didn't want it to be true...but wanted to get it out of the way.
"Remus."
Please not Remus, not after what had happened with Greyback.
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The wand was aimed at Black as he called out in a delighted tone, "CRUCIO." He only said it once. It was the first guess after all. Besides, the lad had taken quite a bit of pain so far. Had to give him a little recovery time didn't he?
"Guess again."
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Sirius resisted the urge to scream and instead just groaned as he clenched his teeth together, squirming a little against the chains and pressing away from the wall, the fight to free himself taking his mind off the utter torture he was feeling.
When the curse stopped he gasped for a breath and hung his head.
"Not...Remus...okay then." A hard swallow, as his mouth felt dry, much too dry, and his vision swam. He stared at the floor, trying to think. A male...
"You steal the pup from Lucius? Draco's son?"
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He was intrigued by that, but he could do nothing with it. Even Carrow had some lines he would not cross. He wasn't touching a hair on the Malfoy boy's pretty little furry head. Lucius had always been a friend. Sure, he knew his games made Lucius a bit ill, but even friends didn't always agree.
"He is protected. He belongs to Lucius. Greyback should have remembered we don't go after our own. Not that he was truly one of us."
With a switch of his wand he said in a happy tone, "CRUCIO. Crucio."
He stepped back and watched with delight as Black's body twitched from the pain. This was fun. "Last chance to get it right."
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make it stop make it stop make it stop
Oh they'd hit him with this time and time before. Tell us Black, tell us. Tell us that you killed them. Tell us.
A wild guess, due to the fact that his mind was racing from the spasms that were shaking his hands and his arms as he tried to close off that part of his mind that was letting the voices creep inside. He half gasped, half yelled the next words in a bit of a rush.
"Snape, you've got that greasy bastard, Snape, it's Snape,"
It wasn't begging...but it was close. And later he'd lament himself for showing weakness with a stupid guess.
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"Severus would love to be here. He'd enjoy making your friend cry out. You've wasted your guess and now Potter will pay for it. Of course, it's your fault he's here."
Oh using just the last name. Which Potter does he mean? James the Elder? Little James? Albus Severus? The chosen one himself? Pick a Potter any Potter, Black, because he has someone behind door number two.
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"You son of a bitch."
The words were laced with that spark that he had been missing a moment prior.
"You're lying and I know it. You've any idea how much security the castle is under right now? You wouldn't be able to lay your hands on a Potter if you tried, you son of a bitch!!"
The shouting made his chest sear again as ribs painfully expanded against open flesh, blood running fresh from the wounds with the effort.
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He crouched in front of Sirius and held his gaze. "Look into my eyes, Black. Tell me I'm lying and believe it."
He laughed. Laughed so hard his entire body shook. This was sweet. Nothing like a proper dose of emotional pain to go with the physical release.
"Potters are quite easy to remove from the castle. They are restless sorts. Now, one last chance to win your secret. Make this guess count, Lad." A beat. "Which Potter is in the next room?"
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"You're not lying," he finally said, own voice low. "You're not lying because you know what it would do to me, to have one of them here." It was slowly dawning on him. "You're a evil bastard, Carrow," the dangerous spark was back in his eyes as it all began to come clear. Harry wouldn't have let himself be taken, and the children were too well protected after what Severus had done to Albus...and let alone Ginny's attitude towards protecting her children from the Death Eaters.
It could only be one. A sick feeling pooled in his stomach.
"You've got Prongs."
A quick lunge as he whipped his head forward, really, really hoping to hit him. Maybe break his nose.
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He go to his feet, hand cradling his nose as he lashed out a kick to Black's face. Staggering back, he used his wand to mend himself as best he could. Only when his anger settled into something more calm and sadistic did he turn his attention back to Black.
"I owe you a secret. I'm going to bring your Prongs in here and let you take turns while I try and loosen each of your tongues. One of you must know who the secret keeper is. Perhaps it's even one of you ( ... )
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He wiggled his jaw around to assure it wasn't broken or dislocated and was glad to find that it wasn't. A glance down at his ribs showed the slices in his skin that would only bleed if he expanded his chest too much. His head was swimming and his vision was beginning to blur...but he fought the urge to fall asleep because he worried he wouldn't wake up the next time.
Eventually though he managed to wriggle his way to a position to rest his head against the wall and close his eyes, trying desperately to rest. They had to break you in more ways than one to get you to give in, and physically, he would not.
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