T/W abuse, caning in some scenes
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"I don't trust the whole lot of them, Remus," Sirius says quietly. "They're going to kill me one day."
Trust me ! Remus wants to shout. You can trust me !
But who was he to say that? A servant shall not proclaim such things to the heir of the Black dynasty. Instead he keeps his head bowed, eyes glued on the clipboard on his lap. He reads the heir's schedule again and again, until he could recite the whole thing without looking.
"They won't Mr. Black," He murmurs.
I won't allow it.
"You have top security who doesn't leave you for a second. You're a walking fortress."
Sirius tears his eyes from the car window. Suddenly the magnificent Tuscan scenery didn't matter to him.
"How many times have I told you to call me Sirius? We're the same age!"
"But of different places, I work for you."
"Remus look at me."
That's an order and Remus is hired to follow orders. So he looks into the pools of mercury, feel his heart beat a little faster and his mind die.
"I'm not friends with my family, they don't get to call me with my name. But you, you're not them," Sirius says firm. "So call me like a friend as I have called you."
Remus swallows thickly. "Alright, Sirius."
The rare smile returns and he's back to looking at the greens passing by, pointing at funny shaped clouds.
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(If you're not up for the TW mentioned, please skip from here. This part is about Remus covering up for Sirius and gets punished.)
Remus cries for the heir. He knows his purpose there is to deal with trivial things. His job description has nothing about loving and feeling for his employer. Let alone go to great lengths to protect him.
Remus squeezes his eyes with each whip of the cane on his fingers.
"Late." Walburga sneers.
"We give you a watch to know when Sirius must tend to his obligations. I see that it is no use to give a watch to your kind."
Sirius wanted to sit on the grass and watch over the Tuscan village from a hill. He looked longingly at the free plains and the clear skies. He asked if there was still time before his presence is expected at an event. Remus tucked his clipboard upside down and stopped the car by the road.
Another hit and Remus grits his teeth. He won't be wearing a watch or a long sleeve for a while now. Walburga doesn't stop until the lines on his wrist were beaded blood.
(Continue here, there won't be any graphic violence from here on.)
Remus knows when to stay quiet. So he melts in the walls and makes himself invisible. Using what little medication he has, the wound is cleaned.
A little past midnight, he hears a knock. It was questionable though, as the knock was so light. Remus thought he must be hearing things. The door creaks open and a hand presses on his lips. Sirius wedges through in his night clothes, carrying a small bag.
"Mr. Bl- Sirius. You have to go." Remus whispers.
"That's not enough to heal it."
Sirius sits him down on his own bed and undoes the poorly wrapped bandage.
