Chapter 1
James Fleamont Potter (Year 1-7)
Sirius Orion Black (from Year 1-7)
Remus John Lupin (from Year 1-7)
is it complicated ... when someone wants you so much they kidnap you and your friends? (yeah, it's complicated)
Chapter 1
James Potter walked down the halls of Hogwarts with a blank look on his face that not many had seen before on the normally cheerful male. Sirius Black and Remus Lupin walked beside him, concern on their faces as they stare at their best friend, Remus’s hand on the males shoulder to steer him around the students walking by as the Potter heir was distracted by something.
They turn the corner to an empty corridor, taking a few steps forward before hands grip their arms. Sirius shrieks and kicks out, a pained groan breaking the air. Remus snarls, whipping an arm around but it’s caught. “Riddle.” Someone shouts. James yelps as there’s a strange feeling of being twisted through a tube and his feet disappear from beneath him. His eyes clench shut, and he falls to the floor, slamming into it, the breath knocked out of his lungs.
Sirius screams in rage and throws himself at one of the males from the group, taking him to the ground, his wand at the males throat. “Give me one reason—give me one!” Sirius yells. He’s shaking. Remus grabs him and yanks him off, Sirius screaming and kicking at him, cursing and shouting. The group is silent as they stare with wide eyes at the Black heir.
“Sirius, please.” A soft voice murmurs. Sirius falls silent, limp.
“Regulus?” Comes a betrayed whisper. His eyes light up with a roaring fire and he throws himself forward, snarling, only to be caught by Rosier, who’s slipped in front of Regulus protectively. Remus grabbed Sirius again and spun him around.
“Enough!” Remus roars. His eyes light up bright gold. The groups mouth fall open and take a step back. Remus ignores them, glaring down at Sirius who shakes before he shrugs off the arm Remus has around him, walking over to James and helping him up. James groans and presses a hand to his back.
“Where the hell are we?”
Rosier takes a step forward hesitantly, wary glance thrown at Remus. “Slytherin manor.”
“Slytherin manor?” Sirius whispered dangerously. James grabbed his hand and shook his head, dragging Sirius with them when the group merely nodded and set off down the corridor. The trio stick close together as they follow after the group, stopping in front of two double doors with two guards stationed in front of them. With black robes and white bone masks, it’s immediately known who they are. “Fucking Death Eaters, of course.” Sirius grumbles. Remus growls and the Black heir falls silent, ignoring the glances the group throws them.
The two guards push open the doors. The group walks forward, and the trio follow hesitantly after them. Rosier bows.
“We’ve done as you’ve asked, my Lord.” Rosier straightened. “Here are James Potter, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin.”
“Well done, Heir Rosier.” Comes a low voice. Sirius tenses, gritting his teeth, wand slipping into his hand. The group moves to the side and then the trio can see what’s in front of them. There’s a dark haired male with bright crimson eyes sat on a throne in the middle of the room. Surrounding him are others. An intake of breath has them all looking towards a silver haired man who’s gaze is focused on Remus with cobalt surprised eyes. Remus tenses and narrows his own back. Voldemort—for that was only who the male on the throne could be—arches an eyebrow.
“You did not tell me that one of them was a werewolf, Heir Rosier.”
“We did not know, my Lord. It was only once we’d activated the portkey and arrived at Slytherin manor that Lupin showed the hints of being one. A strong one at that, my Lord.”
“Interesting.” Voldemort murmured. “Greyback, is he one of yours?” Remus bares his teeth as Sirius and James tense at the name. Fenrir Greyback runs his gaze over Remus slowly.
“Yes. Though he was supposed to join my pack, him and his mother, Hope. I bit him to save his life. He had … what is it that muggles call it—something to do with the lungs and they need bone marrow—”
“Leukaemia.” Remus said abruptly. His eyes are slits.
“Yes, that.” Fenrir ignores the hostile gaze. “I bit him. It worked. He was rid of the disease. Then they left to get their things and that was the last time I heard of them. A week later, several members of my pack were slaughtered by Lyall Lupin. I’d figured he’d killed his son.” Fenrir shrugged his shoulders absentmindedly. It was like he was talking about the weather. Remus’s shoulders stiffen at the mention of his father’s name.
Sirius scowls. “Why are we here, you bastard—”
“Crucio!” A high voice booms. A green arch of light rushes to Sirius, who goes pale, trembling at the familiar sight. Remus and James’s wands are in their hands. Remus erects a powerful protego over Sirius, who clenches his eyes shut. There’s a loud boom as the crucio breaks Remus’s shield, but it doesn’t touch Sirius—a surprise in itself. Normally ones shields barely effect the use of the Unforgiveable’s. Gasps are heard and Remus turns in time to see and hear Bellatrix scream. James’s eyes are dark as he stares at the woman from where she’s distended upside down, blood dripping down her neck and onto the floor.
“Bellatrix, I should’ve known.” James sneers. Another flick of his wand and Bellatrix slams into the wall, slumping down onto the floor. There’s a large crack and Bellatrix screams. Remus rolls his shoulders when Bellatrix stands, cradling her arm. Her other comes up, wand in her hand. Remus flicks his own and Bellatrix yelps as she’s accio-ed over. His hand settles over her neck, and he squeezes, a smirk on his face.
“You don’t touch my pack.” He whispers. His eyes go bright gold, like molten lava. The scars on his face and neck only add to his dangerous aura. Remus grabs Bellatrix’s wand and throws it to James, who jumps, grasping it between deft fingers. Remus throws Bellatrix on the floor. “Get out before I tear you to ribbons. It doesn’t need to be on the full moon for me to do it with my bare hands.” Bellatrix stares at him with milky white eyes. “Get out!” Remus roars. Bellatrix is on her feet in seconds, racing out of the door, the guards doing nothing but closing the door after her, saying nothing.
Remus straightens himself, eyes returning back to amber as he cracks his neck. “Well, that’s that. You okay, Pads?”
“F-Fine, Moony.”
Remus narrows his eyes at him before sighing. “Nice curses, Prongs.”
“Aw, Moony, you know how to complement a man. Be careful, I may just fall in love with you.” James nudges his hip with Sirius’s who smiles shakily.
“Oi, Moony’s mine, mate.”
James gasps theatrically. “What?” He looks between the two of them considerably. “Threesome?”
“Oh, Jamie, you slag!” Sirius regains himself, laughing incredulously as he falls into the Potter heirs arms.
“Only for my Padfoot and Moony.” James smirks. He looks up from Sirius’s curls, staring into Remus’s eyes who tilts his head and nods. James smirks, a bloodthirsty thing that has Remus returning it and others around them shifting a little with dread at whoever would get the fallback of that smirk. Sirius looks up and the duos faces go blank, back to cheerful smiles.
Someone clears their throat and the trio turn back to Voldemort, who’s still sprawled elegantly on the throne as though nothing had occurred. “You’re here because one of my followers have taken an interest in one of you. And it was advised that to take one of you, I need to take the other two for you wouldn’t go without a fight.”
“Your followers? An interest? In whom?” Sirius demanded.
“You.” Voldemort smirked as Sirius’s eyes widened, taking a step back. “And I’m sure others here will take interest in your friends after the event we just witness. Who here takes an interest in Lupin?”
“I do.” Fenrir grins. Remus tenses, drawing himself up and snarling at the Alpha, who does nothing but chuckle throatily.
“Wonderful.”
James narrows his eyes. “And me?”
“Well, Heir Potter, no one is touching you.” Eyes widened around them, and someone inhaled, knowing what Voldemort was about to say. “For I have taken an interest in you. You are not hard on the eyes either.” James’s face drains of colour and the other two are positively drawn like bows, they’re so taut with tension. Sirius links his hand with James and lifts his chin defiantly.
“And who was so taken with me that they had to kidnap me and my friends from Hogwarts?” Sirius asked.
Someone takes a step forward and lifted their hood, letting it fall back on their shoulders. Sirius’s eyes widened. “Me. Hello, Heir Black, it’s a pleasure to see such a gorgeous male such as you again.”
“I wouldn’t even be here in your company if you hadn’t forcefully kidnapped me.” Sirius spat back, bristling. “And I’ll never say that it’s a pleasure to be in your company—ever.” He hissed. Rodolphus Lestrange shrugged his shoulders elegantly, a smirk rising on his face.
“We’ll see. After all, Heir Black, as of this morning, signed by Orion Black and Corvus Lestrange, you are my fiancée.”
“W-What?” Sirius pales, taking a step back. “No—I—no. I refuse.”
Rodolphus smirks. “Sorry, darling, but that’s not how it works—”
“I refuse!” Sirius shrieks, eyes darting around. “I refuse—I refuse—I—I—” Sirius gasps for breath, knees giving way. James catches him, drawing him tightly into his chest. “Jamie, I refuse—tell me I refuse—Jamie—”
“You refuse, Pads.” James said softly, glaring daggers at the male that had gotten Sirius into this state. The smirk is gone and Rodolphus looks a little pale himself, eyes wide. James scoffs. “Come on, Pads, you can do it. Everything will feel better then.” He said softly. Remus looks up sharply.
“James—”
“No.” James said. He narrowed his eyes at Remus who bit his lip before sighing, lowering his eyes submissively. Voldemort sat up in slight surprise, a thoughtful look on his face. Despite how powerful the Lupin boy was as a wizard and a werewolf, how … Alpha the males wolf was, he referred to the Potter heir. Potter was the leader of their group. “Change, Pads. It’s alright.”
Sirius nodded, whimpering. Then James let go and he shifted. Someone gasped as Sirius looked up from where he was sitting on the floor, his ears lowered down to his head. He whined and James crouched down, scratching at the spot behind his ear, Padfoot shifting his head into it, tongue lolling. James smiled. “You refuse.” James said before he stood. His dark gaze swept to Rodolphus. “He refused. You heard him. He refused. You want to object; you take it up with me. But be warned, Lestrange,” James took a step forward, eyes glittering dangerously, “there’s a reasons the Slytherin’s fear me, there’s a reason I hold the title of Gryffindor King. I can and will destroy you.”
Rodolphus’s nostrils flare. “I don’t care!” He suddenly snarls. James lifts his wand. He’s in front of Rodolphus in a blink, the tip of his wand lighting up a dark red from where it’s pressed against his throat.
“What was that?” James sneers. Rodolphus glares at him.
“You think this is a one-time thing, Potter? You think that I saw him one day and said—I’ll have him?” James arches an eyebrow. “I’ve wanted him for years. The only reason I’ve forcibly drawn up a contract is because I overheard Walburga Black—” He stops suddenly at Sirius’s whimper, Remus’s growl and James’s wand cutting further into his neck.
“What did you here?” James said. Rodolphus wets his lips. “Tell me.”
“She found out about his bearing. He’s smart to have kept it hidden.” James tenses. “She wanted to sell him off to the highest bidder, but I went to father. He knew I had an interest in the house of Black, but thought it was Bellatrix.” He scoffed at that image. “As if. My star is far more beautiful and intelligent than that dunce. No, Sirius is the one for me. Father was hesitant on the match—he knew that if we couldn’t have an heir than I’d need to get a girl pregnant and Sirius blood adopt them and he knew how loathe I was to do that. I abhor infidelity. But I told him about Sirius’s bearing, he swore under oath he wouldn’t give the secret away, I was careful—and he agreed to the match.” Rodolphus said.
James narrows his eyes. “Why? Why Sirius?”
“Because he’s …” Rodolphus struggles. “He’s everything. From the first time I saw him, he was laughing with Regulus, helping him with his homework and then when he was flying. He was a beauty in the air. He was …” Rodolphus shakes his head, a distant look in his eyes. Then he blinks and focuses on James. “This wasn’t a sudden choice, Potter. I love Sirius, I swear it. This marriage may be one of convenience to everyone else, but I love him, and I hope, with time, he’ll come to love me as much.”
James inhales in slowly and releases it. Then, carefully, he lowers his wand. “You’ve passed one test. They’ll be many more in the future. And if you upset Sirius in any way, I’ll cut your balls off. No more children for you.” Rodolphus’s face bleeds of blood and he nods jerkily. James smirks and pats him patronisingly on the cheek, walking over to the other two. Remus chuckles softly as James arrives at their side, his assessing gaze going over the others in the room.
“I see we’re not getting out of this.” It isn’t a question. They know how doomed they are if they try to escape. The whole of Slytherin would band together to get them back to their ‘Lord’ and despite how big Hogwarts was, it wouldn’t be long before they ran out of luck on hiding from them. Voldemort smirks.
“No.”
“Then we have rules.” James said. Voldemort flicked his wrist in a dismissive gesture. The Potter heir bit his cheek to reign in the urge to curse him. “One, those who want to, can confer by letter through their parents. Two, we stay together. Here, at Slytherin manor—Sirius will not go to Lestrange manor and Remus will not go to where Greyback’s pack reside. Three, no bonding. If we do fall in love and want to bond, then we will, it’ll be up to us to decide how long the trial period is. You’ve got to work for it, boys.” A smirk works up his face, seeing the two twitch. Voldemort just lifts an eyebrow in boredom. “Four, we stay with Remus on the full moon—”
“But—”
“Non-negotiable, I’m afraid.” James snaps his glare to Lestrange who wets his lips, conceding with a dip of his head. “Five, we get to explore the grounds, no being confined to one room. Six, we continue our education, just because we are here does not mean it needs to slip. Seven, Walburga Black will come nowhere near this manor—no balls, galas, anything. If she does, I’ll kill her myself.” James’s eyes glow. Voldemort does a once over of him. “Remy, any more conditions?”
“No escorts.”
“I’m afraid that one is not up for debate.” Voldemort said silkily. “An escort will follow you all, at a comfortable distance. You are free to place silencing charms and the like over your discussions if that’s what’s bothering you. In addition, there will always be someone sanctioned outside of your rooms in case of something causing you distress.” Remus’s lips thin.
“We stay in the same room.” Sirius croaks. The two whirl around to see a pale, red-rimmed gazing Sirius staring at the man on the throne. “We stay in the same room. I need them.”
“It’ll be done.” Rodolphus says immediately. Sirius blinks at him in surprise before nodding.
“Thank you.” He whispers. Rodolphus puffs out his chest. Remus and James trade amused glances, both snickering as they duck their heads, dodging the twin slaps from the Black heir.
A sudden thought comes to James. “No—no sexual intimacy until bonding if we do end up loving any of you.” James said, averting his eyes in embarrassment. “At least not full penetration—because I doubt we’d be the ones on top. You dark wizards like to dominate I’ve heard.” Sirius snorts. Remus rolls his eyes.
“Uh … Why?” Rabastan asks.
“Sirius isn’t the only one with the bearing gene. Me and Remus both have it.” People gasp. Voldemort sits fully up on his throne, leaning forward, eyes staring straight into James’s face, who meets his eyes, refusing to back down. Fenrir’s mouth tumbles open and Remus smirks at the stupefied Alpha werewolf. He feels heat on his face though when the males mouth snap shut and he stares with unbridled awe and wonder at Remus, fingers twitching as though he wants to lift his arms up and touch even though he’s halfway across the room.
James glances at Sirius, finally breaking the staring contest, seeing Sirius blink rapidly, his nose scrunching and a muscle ticking in his jaw. He knows these are all signs that Sirius is trying to hold in his yawn. “One of you will take us to where we are staying.” James said. The Death Eaters look to their Lord, who stands.
“You do not order my people around, Heir Potter—”
“Well, that’s a bit stupid.” James grumbles.
“How so?” Voldemort demands.
James rolls his eyes to the ceiling. It’s a rather nice ceiling. “You want me to be your bonded—consort, whatever, then naturally, they’ll defer to me anyways, yes or no? I’m just taking advantage of this so called affection you insist on pressing on me.”
“Very Slytherin.”
“My aunt was Slytherin. So was my grandmother. The hat was torn between the two, but Siri went to Gryffindor, so I did. If he’d gone to Slytherin, I would’ve gone with him. He’s family.” James said. Voldemort narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. James ignores the assessing gaze on his face and turns, waltzing over to the double doors, shoving them open. “Chop, chop, we’re tired. Being kidnapped does that to a bloke!” James says cheerfully.
His two friends begin cackling as they race after him. Rodolphus gives a yelp and hurries forward, the others following at a slowly march.