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Abuse ~ s.b ~

includes: 1.6k Words+ one swear word, parental abuse (little mentions), mistreatment, solitary confinement, practically torture, small crush, angsty, some fluff however.

summary: As Orion, Walburga, and Regulus are out on a meeting with the Dark Lord- although they never admitted it, they left Sirius locked in his room under the supervision of Kreacher. You rescue Sirius, although it's proven tricky.

You treaded through the creaky, narrow hallway briskly; peering into the ajar doors every once and a while. Your new, black Doc Martens stomped onto the tatted old, handsome green coloured rug beneath your feet; a faint trail of wet footprints trailing behind your path. The huge, glass pane windows did little to block out the harsh wind from the outrageous storm brewing outside; the wind causing the paint-chipping, old-fashioned windows to jolt forward, nearly breaking free from the restraints of the latches.

Grimmauld Twelve Place, was no different from when Orion, Walburga, and Regulus had stayed there. It was still, a dark, glum, and inconspicuous place, without the little life of the members of the Black Family. The three Blacks were out on a meeting in some unknown location; Orion and Walburga leaving their eldest son behind with the old, hunched-over house elf, Kreacher.

Kreacher was loyal to the Blacks, he always was. He would always follow his Mistress's orders and requests whenever he was required to do so, and would stop at no measures. When Walburga strictly told Kreacher that Sirius was to be kept in his room at all times, he was more than happy to oblige.

Sirius would be undoubtedly suffering from the lack of physical touch from the outside world. Although he had the little mirror which was used to be able to keep in touch with James, it wasn't enough, it wasn't the same. He longed for the physical company of his best friend; for the company of Hogwarts.

You were a pureblood yourself. The child of parents of whom are pureblood supremacists. You had an advantage in this situation. Sirius's parents adored you; them believing you went strictly with their beliefs and morals. In reality, you were no different from Sirius; not caring about blood type, and fighting for what's right.

The end of the narrow hallway lead to a broad, wide room. It was dark; with the lack of windows not allowing any sunlight into the room. There was multiple doors; assuming this is where the Black's bedrooms were. On one side of the rather wide room, there was a door with Slytherin banners hung up onto the old-fashioned door hinges. However, it was the opposite on the other side. Gryffindor banners hung up instead. It had to be Sirius's room.

At that moment, old-hunched-over Kreacher came waltzing into the room; his ugly, bulbous eyes bulging out of his head violently. "Kreacher welcomes you into the Noble House of Black! Kreacher was not expecting Mistress Y/N today," Kreacher croaked. Your lips upturned into a sweet smile. "Yes Kreacher. I'm sorry I didn't tell you about my arrival. I'm here to see Sirius," you spoke, peering down at the filthy house elf.

Kreacher thought for a moment; his face contorting in a look of discombobulation, before returning to his wrinkled, neutral face. "Kreacher thinks Mistress Black won't mind," he croaks yet once again, before turning on his stubby heels, before leading off back into the narrow hallway. Kreacher truly was a strange little thing.

Your Doc Martens treaded over towards the door, knocking on the wooden door. A faint rustle of bedsheets perhaps could have been heard through the door; before it quickly swung open. At once, you took in his dreadful appearance. His eyes which were once an enticing, extravagant cerulean blue, now darkened to a dull, boring silver gray; with added horrible purple and yellow eyebags embedded under his eyes. His once astonishingly styled hair, was now matted and tangled dreadfully.

"Y/N," Sirius croaked weakly, eyes glassy and watery. "You came," Sirius smiled delicately. At once, the raven-haired boy incased you in a tight, longing hug. Your breath hitched at the sheer tightness, yet you allowed him to hug you. He let go of you reluctantly, tears forming at the swell of his eyes.

"Oh Sirius," you coo gently, wiping away the newly formed tear with the pad of your thumb. Sirius just smiled widely once again, happiness evident on his exhausted face. "Just, come in please," he spoke, voice cracking. You obliged, following him into his bedroom.

His room was tarnished; dirty laundry thrown everywhere, parchment and quills in rather peculiar places, bedsheets and pillows, filthy dishes, candy wrappers, cigarette ash, and tear-stained tissues. Sirius's window had been boarded up well; although he has clearly made multiple attempts of escaping the treacherous establishment.

"I'm sorry for the mess. I've tried to clean up I swea-" You hush Sirius. "It doesn't matter. I don't care about this mess. For god's sake Sirius you've been locked up in your room for two whole weeks! Walburga is a horrible woman, you don't deserve any of this," you gritted, angrily. Walburga was a bitch, and everyone knew it, although no one would want to admit it; in fear of the power she possesses.

"Now, I'm here to rescue you from this torture chamber." Sirius stuttered for a moment, trying to dig to find the correct words. "But- but what about Kreacher! He could tell my mother, then my punishment could even be worse than this for Merlins sake!" You sighed knowlingly.

"Sirius, it's not just me who's trying to rescue you. The Marauders, Lily, Marlene, Mary, Dorcas, Dumbledore, and McGonagall are all in on this too. Dumbledore chose me for this mission since my parents are friends with yours, and your parents have their trust in me. Your parents trust me, although that trust is about to be broken." Your eyes flitted across the filthy room for a moment, before stepping towards the boarded up door.

"Let's get you looking presentable," you began. You treaded briskly over to Sirius's closet, looking at the long train of the ridiculous amount of trendy outfits. "I suppose you don't have an outfit for this type of mission?" You chuckled. Sirius giggled, his face lightening up instantly. You wanted to stop time, to take a photograph. Seeing Sirius's face look so alive and enlightened after a torturing two weeks was so refreshing.

You closed the closet door as Sirius changed out of his filthy clothes. During this time, you couldn't help but stare at your reflection in the mirror. You suddenly became very aware and self-conscious of your current appearance. Of how your hair was slightly ruffled and windswept; how your cheeks were embarrassingly red, and the small pimple on your cheek.

You'd developed a little crush on Sirius Black perhaps. But you couldn't help it. His strong, sharp jaw, handsome face, plump pink lips, ravishing eyes, confident personality. God, could you truly ask for a better man? The closet door swung open, and Sirius stepped out in some loose denim jeans, held up by a black leather belt, a David Bowie shirt, and a new-looking pair of leather boots with mustard yellow laces.

"I tried my best okay?" he chuckled. You laughed. You've always admired Sirius's sense of fashion; it was so in-style and trendy, yet it suited him so well. "Now, we probably don't have time to do your hair, so just tie it up." Sirius was quick to comply, grabbing an elastic hair tie and briskly throwing his locks into a bun.

Your breath hitched audibly. Sirius rarely put his hair up, and it sure was a sight to see. The pulled back hair made Sirius's handsome complexion so much more prominent; as you fought back the urge to perish in thin air. "You alright there?" Sirius asks, innocently and clueless. "Yeah" you swallowed harshly, before turning around and hiding your bashful expression.

"Let's keep on task, right." You inhaled deeply, before clutching your wand tightly and removing it from your right denim jean pocket. Pointing the wand towards the boarded up window, you took no hesitation before screaming "BOMBARDA!" At once, the wooden planks burst open at the sheer spell; exploding and landing all over Sirius's tarnished room.

The window panes of the paint-chipping, old-fashioned windows were slightly cracked at the weak corners, however the rest remained visibly fine fortunately. Walburga would hardly notice, as most of Grimmauld Twelve's place windows looked like that anyway.

The raining, stormy streets of London came into view. Thunder struck loudly somewhere nearby; as lightning illuminated the clouded sky. "Raincoats," you murmured, reaching behind to your backpack and pulling out two pairs of clear, large raincoats.

You handed Sirius one; him pulling it over himself as you did the same. At that moment, you lifted the latches of the window; opening it. Pop. Kreacher appeared. "Kreacher is alerted when Master Sirius tries to escape. Mistress Y/N, why you helping Master Sirius escape?" Kreacher croaked.

You sighed, tired and wanting to get on with the mission. "Kreacher, I've come to help Sirius escape. I know it may be weird knowing I'd do such a thing, but you must promise not to tell Walburga anything." You knew Kreacher couldn't keep a secret from his own Mistress, so you didn't know why you bothered.

"Kreacher must tell Mistress Black everything." Kreacher replied, before he left with a pop. He was going to tell Walburga. You had to act quick. At once, you began clambering down the high window, before landing on the front door step of Grimmauld Twelve Place.

Sirius landed shortly after you; Doc Marten cladded feet stomping. "Your mum is probably going to apparate here soon, so we have to go. Dumbledore told us to wait at the train station, everyone's going to be there and then James's parents are going to take us to their house for the rest of the holidays."

Sirius nodded, eager to leave. The two of you began walking down the rainy, glum streets of London together, your two figures eventually becoming smaller an smaller from the sight of Grimmauld Twelve place.

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