Silver collar

Sirius

Warning for Sexual assault. Skip the paragraph between ** if you want to avoid.

Sirius exits the bedroom, noting how quiet the house seems. He can't help but worry, knowing that Remus had gotten up earlier and should still be at home. By now, they would usually have music playing or at least the radio on in the background. He enters the kitchen, instantly noticing Remus at the kitchen table. The werewolf is hunched over, a copy of the daily prophet clenched in his right hand and his coffee untouched. Sirius quickly flicks his wand at the stove to turn it off, but Remus makes no move, as if he is unaware of Sirius' presence.
"Moons," Sirius says quietly as he walks over and crouches beside him. Sirius instantly notices his silent tears and reaches out a hand to gently wipe them away. He pries the prophet from Remus and quickly scans over the article. His heart shatters at the words printed. He was well aware of what the silver collar initiative involved. It was something that him and James had tracked through the wizengamot trials several times before and had previously devised a plan if it was ever put in place.
"It'll be alright Moony, you're not alone at all love," he says gently. Remus makes no effort to respond, and Sirius isn't even sure he heard him. "I'm going to go quickly call James on the mirror and we'll figure out what to do," he adds. Sirius stands up and presses a kiss to Remus' forehead. "We'll sort everything out, don't worry Moons," he adds before walking back to the room. Not wanting to waste time, Sirius grabs the mirror and calls James as he searches through the closet for his formal robes. He hates wearing them, almost as much as he hates going to the ministry but there is nothing he won't do for his husband, his Moony.
"Padfoot, what's up," James asks, loud and cheerful as always. "It's Remus," Sirius tells him. There's the sound of a pot dropping, followed by Lily calling out in the background. "Do you need me to come over," James asks, instantly worried. "No, I don't think so," Sirius answers, unsure of himself. "The silver collar initiative, it was in the prophet," he adds as explanation. "James," Lily screams in the background. "The prophet," she adds, sounding distressed as she runs into view. James grabs the prophet from her, cursing out loud as he reads the article.
"Where's Remus right now," James asks, turning back to the mirror. "Kitchen," Sirius replies, trying not to let his fear and heartbreak show. "How is he," Lily asks, seeming slightly calmer. "Not good, he's completely spaced." "For fucks sake Harry, sit down," James calls, turning away from the mirror. "The only way around this is for you to sign the paperwork," James tells him. "Sit down," he adds, looking off into the distance once more. "I know that James, but the ministry isn't just going to let partners buy each other. The initiative already acts as an annulment. Last time it was mentioned, we weren't married. It was a different playing field," he stresses, trying not to get angry at James and Lily.
"Play their cards," Lily tells him. "It's what, three days post moon. You found him just before the moon and kept him locked in your basement. You planned to hand him in after the moon but saw the prophet just before you left," she adds. "You'll need to make it believable. If you transfigure some clothes to look like shit, I don't know, dirty and ripped it'll give off that dirty homeless vibe every idiot thinks about werewolves," James suggests. "Ok, I've got my formal robes and I'll do my best to get through straight away," Sirius tells them. He feels stupid needing to call the Potter's about this but saying the plan out loud helps calm his nerves.
"Do not let Remus get hurt," Lily tells him, a threatening tone to her words. "You know I won't, Red," Sirius tells her. "Get him to look down, don't let him speak. You don't know the ministry's rules but the more submissive he appears, the more likely it'll be over quickly," she tells him. Sirius pulls out a sweater and pants of Remus' and transfigures them. "A collar," James says, and Sirius feels sick. "It, fuck it's disgusting but it's what they expect," James tells him. "Oh Merlin," Sirius mutters, tears welling up in his eyes. "Do you need me there," James asks, clearly sensing his distress but Sirius shakes his head. "I'll be ok, I have to go now. The quicker we do this, the quicker it's over." "Call us straight after and just send a patronus if you need anything," Lily tells him. "I will," Sirius says before ending the call.
Sirius gets ready as quickly as he can, dressing in the formal robes and styling his black locks into a bun. He lays Remus' clothes out on the bed, trying to hide his emotions. He knows it won't go well for them if he's overly emotional when dealing with the ministry. Sirius exits the room and has to hold himself back not to pull Remus into a hug. He wants to hold him and tell him everything is going to work out, but he can't.  Instead, he stays near the door and avoids looking directly at Remus. "I laid out clothes for you to wear on the bed," he tells him, keeping his voice even to hide his emotions.
Remus nods before standing up and shuffling towards their bedroom. Sirius has to hold himself back from following his husband, needing to clear his mind. He looks around, trying to find something to transfigure into a collar. He knows that the dog collar and leash they bought as a joke for Padfoot would work but he can't bring himself to use it. Instead, he unclasps one of his own necklaces and transfigures it into a simple black collar. Sirius sits on the couch, staring at the now transfigured necklace, trying to figure out his thoughts and what he will do if this doesn't work out. All he knows is that he cannot lose Remus, that he needs his Moony.
Sirius presses his thumbs into his eyes, willing himself not to cry. He knows he can't, that he has to look like the put together head of the Black house that he is meant to be. He hears Remus reenter the loungeroom, his husband stopping near the doorway. He sits up, tossing the collar beside him before clearing his throat. "Come here," he says, his voice coming out flat as he tries to hold back the tears. Remus edges closer and stands awkwardly next to him. He pats the chair, but Remus doesn't seem to notice, his mind clearly elsewhere. "Kneel," Sirius tells him and watches as Remus drops to the floor in front of him.
He reaches out a hand, going to lift Remus' face to look at him but withdraws at the last moment. He doesn't want to risk an argument, not when today was already going to be hard enough as it was. "I spoke to James and Lily, and we worked out a plan. I know it's not ideal but I'm going to sign the ministry paperwork so that nothing happens to you," he explains, hoping that Remus knows how much he hates this. "Moons," he asks but Remus doesn't move at all. Sirius reaches out a slightly shaky hand and brings it to Remus' neck, rubbing gently in the hopes that he'll look upwards. "Hopefully it will be over quickly, yeah," he says. Remus doesn't respond and Sirius knows that he's definitely spaced out.
"Look at me," Sirius says. He has to hide his relief when Remus looks up at him. Remus' eyes look distant, and he seems to be barely aware of his surroundings. "I have to put on a collar, I'm so sorry," Sirius tells him as he reaches beside him. Remus doesn't respond as he clasps it on, but the werewolf is watching him, as if waiting for what is next. Sirius goes to speak; to apologise and check in on Remus but he can feel the resistance in his throat. He knows that if he tries to say anything that the floodgates will open, and he won't be able to get through today. Instead, he shakes his head and stands up, grabbing the leash that he attached to the collar. "We have to go," he tells Remus, waiting for him to stand before moving towards the floo.
They step out of the floo and are met with a mayhem that Sirius never knew was possible for the ministry. There are crowds of people, werewolves being led and dragged across the floor. He sees a young man no older than them whipped. He trips to the ground, a loud scream echoing throughout the chamber. Without thinking, Sirius presses a hand to Remus' head, forcing him to look downwards. He doesn't know what his Moony saw, but he will make sure he doesn't see anything else. "Don't look up, just follow my feet," he says, hoping that Remus listens to him.
The beast division is crowded, lines of people inquiring about the initiative, and purchasing werewolves. He grabs Remus' shoulder and moves him in front, wanting to ensure that there's no tug on the leash. He doesn't want to see Remus hurt, especially not because of his own carelessness. Sirius quickly pushes through to the front, pulling out his ministry ID and leaning against the front desk. "You need to line up sir and someone will get to you soon," the teller tells him. Sirius huffs and places the card down in front of her. "Please, my family has not been at the forefront of the wizarding community since the time of Merlin for such blatant disrespect," he tells her. She glances at the card before gasping slightly.
"My apologies Lord Black, let me get you through straight away. What are you after today," she asks, readjusting her hair and pulling her cleavage down. "About the silver collar initiative, found this one just before the moon," he tells her, gesturing to Remus. "Of course, if you follow me sir, I can get you situated in a private room until someone can assist you," she tells him, standing up and gesturing for Sirius to follow her. "Do you need the beast taken away," she asks, looking at Remus in disgust and fear. Sirius has to stop himself from snapping at her and defending his husband. "I would rather keep an eye on it, make sure there's no escaping," he says, hoping his disgust comes off as disgust towards werewolves instead of the ministry and their initiative.
"Kneel," he says, giving the leash a slight tug. It's not enough to pull at all, just to ensure Remus knows he's addressing him. Remus drops down and looks at the floor. Sirius begins massaging his neck, hoping that it gives some comfort from the situation. He would much rather be waiting in here while talking to Remus; laughing and joking together or sharing quick kisses but he knows they can't risk it. It's not long before the door is being pushed opened, a woman turning away to say something to someone down the corridor. "Stay still, don't say a word," Sirius tells Remus as he moves his hand away from his neck. A middle-aged witch enters and sits down across from him.
"Mr Black, apologies for the wait," she says, reaching for a stack of parchment and a quill as she speaks. "Sirius will do thank you," he replies, still hating the Black name even if he is now legally the head of house. "And no apologies needed," he adds, trying to draw on his childhood training as best as he can. "I see you have a mutt to sell," she says, practically spitting the words as she recoils away from Remus. Sirius can't help but grip the leash tighter as he tries to restrain himself from defending his husband. "I found this one just before the last moon, kept him locked up," he tells her, gesturing towards Remus. "Good, one less person attacked. They're dangerous beasts, hate that we have to have them sent here," she tells him.
"I don't know, seems like the ministry is trying to keep everyone safe," Sirius replies, hoping his emotions are hidden. "Oh yes, the initiative is great I just don't like seeing them. They're all so dirty and cruel," she says, wrinkling her nose up in disgust. Sirius bites his tongue to prevent from snapping at her before responding. "I don't know, I've heard they have pretty good libido," he jokes, hoping Remus appreciates his terrible attempt at humour. "Actually, thinking about it, is it possible for me to purchase this one," he asks. Remus moves to look at him, but Sirius quickly places a hand against his head. He doesn't trust the witch across from him not to try and take Remus away if he doesn't show his dominance. "Stay down," he tells Remus, massaging his fingers into his curls slightly.
"Might need some training but I did have him over the full, so it'll be all good," he tells the ministry worker. He hopes Remus is present enough to know what is happening, to know why Sirius is doing any of this but he fears that Remus is too far away. "All good, this is the purchasing paperwork," she says, pushing a sheet of parchment towards him. "If you feel that all out and I'll go organise the medical exams for the beast," she tells him. "Have to make sure that no one's about to get some disease from it," she adds in disgust. Sirius watches as she stands up and exits, making a wide circle around Remus as if scared his lycanthropy might pass to her.
"We'll be home soon Moony," he says, bringing a hand down to massage his curls again as he feels out the paperwork. Just as he finishes, the witch reappears. "If you follow me, the healer can conduct the examination now." "Of course, thank you," he says, standing up. He gives a slight tug on the leash to get Remus' attention. "Follow, don't look up," he tells him, hoping that the witch thinks he's ordering around is enough. They enter a small office with no window. There's a table in the centre of the room with straps on each corner and an older wizard with greying hair and reading glasses. "I need the mutt stripped," he says. "Of course," Sirius replies. He flicks his wrist, removing the clothes and folding them into a neat pile.
It wasn't necessary, but he wanted the healer to know how magically powerful he is that he can do wandless, wordless magic with such ease. "On the table," the wizard says. He acts unfazed but Sirius saw the way his eyes flickered about the room at his display of magic. Of course, the spell was practiced many times, but he doesn't know that. Remus climbs onto the table and as soon as he lays down, the straps clasp around his wrists and ankles. He flinches and pulls at the straps, clearly distressed at being held down. "Stay still," Sirius says. He needs the ministry doctor to see him in charge, but he also needs Remus not to get hurt. As expected, his husband lies still instantly and closes his eyes.
"It's a quick examination, shouldn't take long," the wizard tells him. "Of course, take your time sir," Sirius tells him. He is partially curious as to what the wizards name is but doesn't ask. He is a Black and this man is below him, even more so now that he is volunteering to 0be a part of the ministry's beast division. He acts bored as he watches the healer draw blood and cast several diagnostic spells. His own healer training is enough to know exactly what each potion and spell the healer uses is for and to know that Remus is safe.
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He has to hold himself back when the healer changes his course of action. He begins touching Remus between the thighs, rubbing his fingers across his balls. Sirius can't pull his eyes away as the healer forces three fingers inside. Remus screams and he rushes to his side without thinking. "Need to make sure everything's all good down below," the healer tells him. "No harm done; I will cast a silencing spell if it doesn't shut up." "Of course," Sirius replies, trying to keep the hitch out of his voice as he rubs a finger against Remus' knee in a calming gesture. "Stay quiet," he says, hating that he is a part of this. He can't look, has to turn away as the bile rises in his throat. Here he is, standing idly by as his husband is strapped down and sexually assaulted by a healer, and there's nothing he can do to stop it.
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It feels like forever before the healer leaves and the ministry worker returns. The witch looks at Remus with disgust as he climbs down from the table. "Horrible scars," she comments, looking him up and down. Sirius flicks his hand to redress Remus, biting down on his tongue to stop his retort. He makes a mental note to himself to make sure Remus knows his scars aren't horrible, to remind him of how beautiful his entire body is. "That's all done, you selected that you would prefer to keep the ministry posted. Every moon you will receive a form that needs to be filled out and returned once it's changed back just to ensure that no one was hurt," she tells him. "No problem, thank you," he says.