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Prompt: Stop holding back, I can take it.
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Spells were being thrown left and right as Harry headed back the way they had come. They should have never come here. He should have known this would be a trap. Yet he couldn't stop himself not when it was for Sirius. Sirius was his godfather and Harry loved him as the only real father figure he had ever known.
When they arrived they found out it was a trap. Harry and the others separated hoping to find their way out. More than once he had to stun a moving shadow. It wasn't one of his friends. They wouldn't be in the shadows after all.
Harry came out into an unfamiliar room where there was something of a gateway. There was a silvery whisper of a substance flowing in and out of it. Just on the edge of his hearing, there were whispers. No matter how hard he tried to listen he couldn't make it out.
What was this? Why were there whispers?
Curiosity got the better of him as he moved towards it. Then chaos exploded around him and he found several Death Eaters pointing wands at him. The anger that he felt for weeks that he couldn't explain returned.
They pointed their wands at him? He never wanted this war! Oh, he wasn't stupid this was a war. Sirius had taken him to the side during the month he stayed with the Order. They talked about the war and his part in it. Harry spoke of his reluctance to fight.
It had been a surprise when Sirius was accepting of that. Sirius didn't want to fight for Dumbledore. The old man had lost his trust when he didn't help Sirius get a trial. Not only during the 12 years he was in Azkaban but his continual excuses. The only reason Sirius didn't take his money and run was because of Harry.
Sirius had agreed that once he took his OWLs they didn't have to stay in England anymore. With that, he would be able to be emancipated and that was exactly what he planned to do. Everything had been secretly in motion for months. It was why he had come tonight. So close to leaving he couldn't leave Sirius to be tortured.
A few creative curses came to mind as he stared at them. Malfoy was the closest to him. That hair was too distinct to be anyone else.
"Give me the Prophecy, Potter," ordered the arrogant bastard
Harry snarled, "Or what Malfoy? You have no leverage here!"
"Crucio!"
Pain flooded his veins. If Harry wasn't used to pain as he was it might have sent him to the ground in pain. It was comparable to Voldemort's crucio. Not even close.
Harry laughed, "Stop holding back, Malfoy I can take it. Or is this all you can do? This doesn't even compare to the pain my uncle causes every summer. Are you really weaker than a muggle?"
The pain increased but only slightly. Harry continued to laugh causing the wizards to shift uneasily. They likely thought he was going insane from the pain. Too bad for them it was too weak. Once again he opened his mouth to taunt Malfoy. Only for cracks to sound in the room.
A familiar dark-haired figure snarled, "Get away from my godson."
Sirius! His godfather gave him a once over noting the slight shaking of his hands. A dark look passed over his face when he saw it. There was no time however they went back to back dueling the Death Eaters who tried to encircle them. It would be okay though. His godfather was here. Together they could do anything.