Tales of a Spy

Chapter 2

A naked injured man lay upon his bed that night, trembling with the aftermath of torture. A long and deep cut ran from his left shoulder, tracing along his chests, narrowly missing his heart and just a tiny part of his right nipple, where it disappeared, along his right chest, to his back.

"Bella, wouldn't want to waste your precious knife and dirty it with a pathetic half-blood." Rodolphus smirked at the last two words.

"Are you calling the Dark Lord pathetic, Rusty Rod?" Bellatrix asked her husband threateningly. A dark figure laying on the ground stopped moving.

"No-you got me all wrong, Bella-"

"Crucio!"  The curse was directed at 'Rusty Rod'.

"Here's for you, Snivellus." The knife rested, ever sharp, on the dark figure's shoulder. As it nearly cut his right nipple he turned around defensively, with his stomach on the floor. The knife did not change its position, thus cutting along till his back.

Claw marks on his back and shoulders. Scars on his arms. An ink black mark on his left forearm, a mark of his sins. Deep wounds on his legs, not quite closed up. A dog bite mark on one of the legs. Bruises on his stomach. Various other old scars – of leather, probably – litter his lower and middle back, some on his upper arms. Curved marks of human nails on both his palms and a human bite mark on the back of left hand. He snaps his eyes open, quietly, as always. He didn't thrash or scream in his nightmares.

A puppet. A pawn.
A mastermind.

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"What? That greasy git still didn't come?" Sirius Black's surprised voice echoed down the lonely hallway of 12 Grimmauld Place. "A'bus, b'ybe he 'eally is becominth a Deth Eathert." He remarked, stuffing toast inside his mouth. The blue-eyed not-so-innocent headmaster smiled at his childishness.

Accounting for their lost childhood, it seems.

Little does Albus Dumbledore know...

"Molly, pass me more toast!"

"I didn't think you were a foodie, Sirius." Molly said, laughing.

"I am, and a very Sirius one at that." He said, grinning. Bits of toast could be seen stuck in his tooth. The table burst into a fit of laughter. How innocent he seemed, really, as if he never went to Azkaban...

He is repeating the same mistakes...

"Finish up breakfast fast. Severus will be coming here soon."

"Now you're breaking the fast, Albus. And you're making us break it fast!" Sirius and the others laughed at this pretty much lame joke.

And this time..

So innocent, Albus thought sadly.

Knock knock

"Fuck! The greasy git's here!" Maybe not so innocent, 'fuck' after all?

It will cost him.

Black beady eyes peered from the sides of a long nose. Disgust was evident on his face as his gaze fell on the kitchen table and its occupants. Especially one – Sirius Black. The said man was sneering at said eyes, and the eyes sneered back. Black's clothing – still in his nightgown – had crumbs of rusk and bits of toasts on it, and his teeth looked like he hadn't brushed once in his life.