When Black Met Blue (Marauder Fanfic)

chapter 21 *Edited*

'Please?’ Sirius said pleasantly.

‘No.’

‘I’d do it myself,’ he said, trying to keep the frustration out of his voice, ‘but unfortunately I seem to have misplaced my wand...’

‘And whose fault is that?’

‘Yours,’ Sirius told him bluntly. His captor seemed to think that over for a moment and then smiled, revealing yellowing teeth. ‘Is that a yes?’ Sirius asked hopefully.

‘That’s a no, boy. I have my orders.’

‘This is ridiculous!’ Sirius said, hitting the wall in frustration. ‘Vol-’

‘Don’t say the name!’ Abraxas Malfoy hissed.

‘You-Know-Who, then,’ Sirius said impatiently. ‘He’s not even here for Merlin’s sake!’ At least he didn’t think so, since he hadn’t come to visit Sirius or Orla yet. Mr Malfoy crossed his arms over his chest. ‘Fine,’ Sirius said. ‘Tell me what your exact orders are, and then we can decide whether or not you’re allowed to heal my leg.’.

‘The orders were not to let you escape,’ Mr Malfoy said sullenly. ‘To convince you to join our cause by any means necessary, without killing you.’

Sirius leaned back against the dirty brick wall with a smirk. ‘“Any means necessary?”’ he repeated.

‘Yes.’ Mr Malfoy shook his head, as if ridding himself of a fly. ‘I came down here to check on you two, not to discuss my affairs.’

‘How kind of you,’ Sirius said dryly.

‘Shut your mouth, Black, if you know what’s good for you,’ Malfoy snapped.

‘Being rude to me is hardly going to convince me to join you,’ Sirius said pointedly, crossing his arms over his chest.

‘And I suppose healing you would?’

‘Well, yes,’ Sirius said, blinking. ‘It would be a start, anyway, and as we’ve just established, you want to make me happy by “any means necessary”.’

‘You’ll find I can be persuasive in other ways,’ Abraxas said silkily, fingering his wand.

Sirius flinched. Even his memories of the Cruciatus curse seemed to hurt. He swallowed, and pushed his fear away, where he could deal with it later. ‘You’ll find I can be stubborn,’ he countered. ‘It’s been a week and I’m still not ready to join you, even if it does mean another session with Carrow.’

Grudging admiration flickered over Mr Malfoy’s pointed features, and then it was gone, hidden behind an unreadable mask. ‘I’ll send someone down with food later,’ he said coldly.

Sirius sighed as the door closed and darkness descended. He knew it was only two things keeping him alive at this point; that Voldemort wanted to enlist him, and that his last name was Black. After another few days though, he wasn’t so sure how well he’d be faring. With more injuries than he could be bothered counting – the worst of which was his broken leg – and no way to get at a wand, he didn’t know how this was going to turn out. He had little faith of surviving another session with Carrow. The pain in his leg was already bordering on unbearable, and he was quite sure his last session had left him with a broken rib. Orla was lieing next to him muttering to herself.

Hot tears dribbled down his cheeks, burning him. He felt weak. His strength was already failing but he had so much he wanted to live for; he had his best friends who were practically his brothers, he had a beautiful girlfriend that he loved, he had his final year of schooling to get through and then his exams... and after that he wanted a career, he wanted to marry Orla, maybe even have a family... And as he sat there, dreaming of his future, he realised he wasn’t ready to die.