Sirius trod glumly through the thick underbrush. He was not a happy camper, he’d successfully gone from capturing death eaters with James, to looking for a lost baby thestral in one day.
He hadn’t even done anything to earn this! Moody just sent him off!
He sighed grumpily, the little thing shouldn’t have moseyed away, why was it his problem when the skinny beast wandered off?
Leaves crunched and Sirius looked up curiously. A long winding vine crawled towards him, curling around the trunks of surrounding tree’s.
It was devils snare, annoyed Sirius raised his wand, prepared to burn the beast and move on.
Before a single sound could escape his mouth though. Faster then he thought was possible, a second vine shot forward from its hiding place and tore his wand away from him.
Sirius staggered in surprise. Perturbed, he carefully took a step towards his wand, hastily taking several more away when the first vine twitched threateningly.
The weed was sentient then. Just his bloody luck.
Again, the vine began creeping towards him and Sirius warily took several strides backwards.
The vine paused and retreated.
Sirius stepped forward again.
The second vine reared and shot forward.
It delivered his thighs a firm smack.
Shocked, he tripped backwards again. Warily, he eyed the vine and scrambled away again as the first vine crawled forward slowly.
In doing so, he stepped right into the plants trap.
Thick meaty vines bound around his midsection and strangled his thighs and ankles.
A thinner vine gently swathing itself around his neck. Sirius went rigid. This was not good.
He gulped, his throat quivering and hands coiled into fists at his side.
A vine almost curiously crept around his left forearm and gently probed at the tightly furled appendage. Sirius didn’t move.
Neither did he relax as every herbology book surely demanded when dealing with the Devils snare.
More insistently, the vine poked his fist, again, and again. Then the vine around his neck squeezed and his hands reflexively dropped open.
The vine around his thighs vibrated and Sirius's breath came in wheezy gasps as the vine round his neck slowly tightened and restricted his breathing.
The vines stilled for a long period then, and just as Sirius began trying to wriggle free. The vines around his ankles yanked hard and Sirius was sent to the ground.
His head thumped loudly onto the forest floor and Sirius grunted.
The vines tightened around him, one skulking between his legs to join up with the one around his waist as Sirius felt himself being sluggishly dragged across the forest floor.
Immediately, Sirius started struggling, twisting and turning and kicking as he strived for release.
His torso twisted awkwardly to the side as he tried to escape and found that he hardly cared about the vine draped around his neck now.
The plant seemed to put up with Sirius's struggling for a while as it hauled him across the forest floor, but when Sirius bucked his hips up and drove one of the weighty vines into the sharp edge of a branch. The plant lost its patience and the speed in which he was being pulled intensified.
Against his will, Sirius squealed in distress.
He could stand in the face of Voldemort and taunt his cowardice because he knew.
He knew what would happen to him. He didn’t have the faintest idea of what this plant had in store.
The vine around his neck tightened perilously and Sirius finally stilled, chest heaving in fear as he was dragged across the forest floor.
He remained silent for a long while as the vines dragged him away from his wand and deeper into the woodland. He’d been pulled a long way and Sirius understood that this plant was massive to have reached him from so far away.
To be this big, the plant had to be old.
Sirius recognized that Devils snare was one of the few plants that was magically strong enough to think like a human. They were called devils for a reason though.
Again, Sirius started struggling and the plants pace picked up just like before. Another vine curling between his legs and snaking up his shirt. Though Sirius thought nothing of it as his breath wheezed out of his mouth, the vines around his neck and waist having tightened painfully.
After awhile of constant struggling and a bumpy, unwanted trip through the forest. The plant finally stopped and loosened its hold on him.
Sirius heaved a massive lungful of air as the vine around his neck completely retreated and he could finally breathe.
But before he could catch his breath, vines wrapped around his wrists and dragged him across the ground further. Only now did Sirius notice that he couldn’t see any more trees. Every single surface surrounding him was strangled by bountiful amounts of vines, and as Sirius was dragged across them they seemed to perk up and caress any part of his skin they could.
Sirius yelped loudly as one vine grew impatient at the deficiency of bare skin and dove down his trousers to rip them in half.
Fear consumed Sirius then and he screamed, rearing and crying out as the vines slapped him in retribution, but he didn’t stop. Wriggling and jerking his legs, tossing his head from side to side. He was petrified, what did this weed want? Vines slithered up his calves and thighs, tickling his skin and caressing his legs gently, this only served to scare him more though and his yells grew in pitch.
He was drawn further, his wrists aching in protest, the plants grasp on him was tight and unyielding. Finally, he came to rest. Sirius breathed a sigh of reprieve as his arms were given slack and instantly tried to scramble to his feet. Lightning fast a vine as thick as his arm shot forward and pulled his feet out from under him.
Sirius's head hit the ground again with a sickening crack and this time his vision went black.
Almost immediately the plant smacked him awake and Sirius cried out as a heavy vine slapped his boxer clad arse. His legs and arms tensed almost painfully and he scrunched up his eyes in fear and embarrassment. He was afraid, so, so, afraid
Vines wrapped around his shoulders and turned him onto his side. Facing the opposite direction, he was before. The vines poked at his face, stroking his eyelids gently. Sirius knew what it wanted but he stubbornly kept his eyes closed, he did not want to see what the plant was showing him.
Quickly the plant lost its patience and another meaty vine slapped his bum, Sirius groaned but kept his eyes closed, the plant paused. Acting almost confused before slapping him again, harder this time, if there was any doubt that he’d grow a bruise before then there wasn’t any now. Again, the vine slapped him, and again, and again. It hurt, and Sirius was soon tossing his head and kicking his legs, mouth opening and closing in silent cries for help as he was spanked.
Then the vine hesitated and Sirius foolishly relaxed as he believed the strange torture to have ended.
With a sudden whoosh of air, the vine came flying back down and slammed down hard, on his ass. Unprepared Sirius cried out, this, as it turned out, was a mistake.
A thick vine shot forward plunging down his open mouth and throat.
Sirius's eyes flew open and he gagged, chocking on the thick vine as it forced itself down the tight channel. He couldn’t help wondering whether this was how he died. At the hands of an overgrown weed with no pants on and bruises adorning his backside.
The burning sensation in his throat brought tears to his eyes, saliva coated the vine heavily. dripping down onto more below.
When Sirius finally thought he was sure to pass out from lack of oxygen, the plant drew back. Sirius went limp, eyelids drooping in fatigue. The plant didn’t let him rest yet, and poked his half-closed eyes relentlessly. Fearful of reprisal, Sirius opened his eyes again to view what the weed wished him so tenaciously to.
Sirius's eyes fell open as he came face to plant with the ugly furled mass of the devil’s snare’s core. Which was…
A single thick white vine?
Twisting and turning in place, the thing didn’t look to be unbearably massive. Perhaps a bit lengthier then his leg and slightly girthier. The appendage stretched towards him unhurriedly. Sirius fought to twist away but the vine that still speared his throat wouldn’t let him.
He was crying, it hurt, he was just so scared.
The white vine seemed to gently pat Sirius's forehead as he sobbed in fear.
his mind went blank. Breathing became easier now that he wasn’t panicking, he was awake, but he wasn’t doing anything. It was almost like he was a simple Flower that watched, lived and eventually died.
He could distantly recognize that the weed was looking at him, looking at his life and watching it, viewing his deepest secrets, right now he couldn’t care less.
After what seemed like years but was perhaps less than a minute. The vine retracted and Sirius sagged, tears leaking from his eyes as he cried brokenly. The plant had brought forth awful. Sickening memories of his childhood, the most bulbous being when the Yaxley lord attempted to rape him. Failing only because his father realized his absence and went looking for him.
It was a sad and terrifying memory, but it was tinged with happiness and the feel of being loved, from when his father brought hell down upon Yaxley and fretted like a mother hen over a wailing Sirius.
It turned sour however when his mother had snorted and said loudly. ‘If you wanted it, all you needed to do was to pay.’
The idea of sex petrified Sirius, in Hogwarts as a youth he’d avoided the idea at all costs, and as an adult he did the same.
The plant drew back, the white vine reaching forward, looking to comfort him.
Sirius feared he imagined it but he could nearly hear a low, husky male voice crooning a sweet comfort to him.
‘Fear not my dear, all shall be well. My seedlings will flourish in your body, your beautiful, magical, pure body.’
Sirius went slack, his shoulders slumped and his head hung, the vine in his mouth retracted ever so slightly and he whimpered in relief. The vine pulled all the way out then and his body was released.
He landed in a jumbled heap on the mass of vines. Saliva still dripped from his mouth and rolled over his chin. The vines reached up to delicately pet him as he lay heaving on their base roots.
They almost convinced him he was safe too.
Sirius shrieked as the vines ripped off his clothing and he was bared for the white vine to view him as it pleased.
Acrem was one of the first devils snare in the world, he was extraordinarily old and knowledgeable.
Over the course of his extensive lifespan, he had brought many seedlings to the world.
Most of his children reproduced like plants tend to, but a select few took after him.
The earliest members of the devil’s snare line were more animal then plant like.
Acrem had three brothers, all male. The children who took after him were male too.
His species only produced males.
When the time was right, their roots would flood with seed. To plant the seed and release his children. He was required to gift his precious load to a host of his choosing. Which the host would carry for an extended period of time.
The seedlings would grow stronger until their bearer birthed them. Bringing them into the world one by one, in numerous ecosystems so as to give them plenty growing room and space.
At the beginning of Acrem’s life, he was free to choose a common squirrel as his host, but as he grew older and his brothers all died until he was the only one left.
The hosts of his seedlings needed to be strong, stronger than before. Or his seed wouldn’t take and the hosts body would reject his children.
Now, he required magical beings to lay his seed. The stronger the host was, the stronger his children were, and the more likely they were to take after him in their nature.
He had not found a strong enough host for over 50 years. He had been carrying the same brood of seedlings for nearly 70. So long that he now carried two batch’s in his roots.
Recently, a foal of Thestral had wondered into his forest, he had never had Thestral before and the babes magic was exceptionally strong. Very few creatures came near him now and he was rarely given such a precious opportunity of a host.
He had been over eager and lured the being closer, the beast was young and its body automatically rejected his seed and his children fell to the ground to whither. He killed the beast then. What use was the thing when it couldn’t bear his children?
Luck was on his side though, as a mere day later. A wizard entered his home. The wizard was angry and distracted. Most importantly, however-he was strong.
The wizard was a strange man, he seemed almost unconcerned when Acrem first reached for him and simply raised his wand. He wasn’t overly concerned when his wand was taken from him, but the moment Acrem began pushing him, he buckled.
Slapping his thighs made his heart race in fear, threatening his breathing made him shudder and still. When Acrem tried to bring the man closer however, he panicked. Most of his prey did panic, but this wizard stabbed one of his vines into tree, so he sped up and tightened his grip. That scared him too. Restricting his breathing quietened him, soon enough though, he began trying to free himself again.
When Acrem brought the man to the bed of his vines and released him, he tried to escape, he was rather fast for a human.
It was then that Acrem realized this wizard was rather pretty, and as he dragged the man closer to his base roots. He stroked the exposed skin of the wizard, his vines did sometimes have a mind of their own however, and one grew tired of waiting its turn to touch the silky skin and ripped the wizards pants away. This scared him a lot more then anything else and he went mad in his wish for freedom.
Acrem bought the man right next to his core and slackened his hold dramatically. The man didn’t seem to learn though, as immediately he tried to escape.
When Acrem bought him back down the man’s eyes went blank and closed, Unconscious. The most available surface appeared to be the man’s shapely rump. So Acrem slapped him awake by hitting his backside. He woke immediately and tensed in fear and defiance.
Curious of his reaction, Acrem rolled the wizard onto his side so his face was directly in front of his core, which would deliver to the man his seedlings.
The man did not want to see however, and though Acrem tried gently to urge his eyes open he steadfastly refused.
Finally Acrem simply brought down one of his strongest vines, firmly on his ass. The man groaned in pain but still refused, Acrem paused, he had responded well to slaps previously.
He slapped him again, and again, and again. Still the man refused he kicked his legs and tossed his head, all throughout his eyes remained closed.
Acrem then paused, a devious idea on his mind, and when the wizards body went slack and relaxed. He put as much force as he could into a hard slap.
The man cried and his mouth opened, quickly Acrem shot a thick vine down the human’s mouth and throat.
If he was scared before then he was terrified now. The wizard cried and screamed as his saliva coated Acrem’s vine obscenely, his mouth forced wide open. When the man was out of breath, Acrem pulled out minutely, urging him to open his eyes and view his core. The man finally acquiesced and his eyes opened to slits, tears dripping from his eyelashes, saliva coating his chin.
Gently, so as not to scare the wizard anymore, he lifted him up so he was almost kneeling before him.
Very slowly, Acrem reached forward with his core and touched the wizard’s forehead.
The man’s life was sad in his youth, but after some shuffling, Acrem found something fascinating.
Another male had tried to take this wizard-Sirius, and give him their seed.
It was known as rape, when done consensually, it was sex. Sex terrified Sirius. Apart from the close call as a child. Sirius was untouched, he was pure.
For some unknown reason, his roots shivered in anticipation.
When Acrem pulled away, Sirius slumped, crying and sobbing. Acrem let him go and released his hold completely, choosing to watch the scared man.
Slowly Acrem reached out and copied the humans in Sirius's memory, to comfort him, make him better on the inside.
The way Sirius relaxed so completely at his softly spoken words, the way he listened to Acrem like he was a lifeline made his roots shiver again.
‘Fear not my dear, it shall be fine. My seedlings will flourish in your body, your beautiful, magic rich, pure body.’
He didn’t mean to scare the wizard as he reached for him eagerly.
Sirius whimpered as he fought desperately against his restrictions. he was spread eagle, his legs pulled wide apart and his arms constricted to the ground by strangling mounds of vines.
Tears that had only recently stopped falling covered his face once more, the salty taste all he could focus on. He sobbed as a vine reached for him and thrust into his open mouth. His throat bulged and he gagged as it pushed in further.
Small vines slithered up his chest and Sirius wailed in dissent as they hovered above his nipples. His head whipped from side to side as he tried to escape.
‘Relax~’ The voice whispered again, and despite himself, Sirius did relax.
‘Very good’ the voice praised. It made him feel oddly proud and his breathing slowed. The vines pressed down on his rosy buds quite suddenly. “Gah- sto- oh~” his protest quickly turned into a moan of appreciation and the vines vibrated as his head fell back and hit the ground. The thick vine in his mouth tasted and smelt earthy, it wasn’t unpleasant and Sirius found himself very lightly suckling the rough Appendage. The action weirdly relaxed him and he continued to suckle the leafy vine.
As Sirius began to totally relax, he became very suddenly aware of his growing arousal.
He froze, he was enjoying this, and his body was responding.
A thin, gentle vine reached for him and Sirius trembled, his back arching off the ground as the vine seized his length and secreted a strange sweet-smelling sap that made his head lull to the side. Another vine joining it quickly, in synchronisation they stroked up and down. More vines joined the two, and as Sirius gave full body shudders under the pleasure and desperately sucked at the vine, his member was soon covered in what looked like hundreds of writhing vines slick with the strange sweet-smelling nectar. Finally, Sirius gave a pained groan and came. Only, he didn’t, a single vine skillfully wrapped around his arousal in a vice like grip and his completion was prevented.
Sirius wailed around the vine as he thrust his hips desperately, his restrained legs kicking out in a vain attempt at escape.
His lips had turned puffy and red, his eyes desperate for release. The plant started stroking him again, slower this time. He groaned and tried to bite down on the vine in his mouth, in retaliation the vines squeezing and pinching his nipples smacked the red erect buds. Sirius howled and thrust his hips.
‘You are so vocal’ The voice purred. Sirius whimpered at the noise and tried to reach for it.
‘Calm my pretty, your hole is too small to be used without preparation, you will need my juices to help ease the pain’ Sirius whimpered, did the weed plan on breaching him?
Sirius gave a full body shudder as he felt the firm touch of a slick vine to his arsehole. His eyes widened and he tensed, ignoring the sound of the voice trying to comfort him. So, distracted he was, that he didn’t consider the vines around his member. The vines had shifted down so that all you could see of Sirius' cock was the bloated, angry purple tip, and circling it, a small vine oozed nectar.
Sirius wailed as the vine as thick as his pinkie shot down his piss slit, effectively distracting him from the vine at his behind, at the same time the vines on his nipples pinched hard. Sirius found himself crying in over stimulation and pain as the vine in his cock slowly pressed in and back out, looking like a worm that was feeding on him.
Thick, strong meaty vines wrapped around his legs and bent the in half, pulling him up so his bum was just barely perched on the ground with his arms pulled high above his head.
His puckered hole was put on display and clenched anxiously. Around nothing. Sirius watched through half impatient, half terrified eyes as the thick white vine reached closer, its narrow tip circling around the smooth skin, leaving a thick trail of nectar.
‘Prepare yourself little on’ The voice whispered. The tip breached his hole, Sirius whimpered as it pulsed, sitting just inside him. He could feel the nectar pumping from the vine and filling his insides. Sirius groaned in confused pleasure at the feeling. Did he like how this felt?
The vine up his slit pulsed in time with the one in his arse. Sirius slowly adjusted to the feel of it until he could relax.
The white vine gave a very sudden and massive thrust.
Sirius screamed in pain as it pushed in, his hole struggling to expand enough and let the beastly thing in.
The nectar seemed irrelevant now as he sobbed into the vine still stuffed down his throat.
The vine waited less this time, before surging forward again. Sirius's body shook with the force and he bit down reflexively on the vine in his mouth. He swallowed as it then let loose a giant wave of the nectar and choked as it flooded his throat.
‘Your almost halfway, a little more and we can rest’ The voice praised. Sirius shook his head, he didn’t want to go any farther.
‘Come now satis, its just a little more, I only get a bit thicker after that’
Before Sirius could cry for the plant to stop, it surged forward again and he scream, wailed, sobbed, cried as it didn’t stop.
“P-please! Please” he wailed desperately as the vine fell from his slack jaw.
‘A little more’ the voice growled. Snot and tears were smeared across his face as his head hung, hair tickling his back with his throat bared.
“Please” He whimpered one last time.
The vine seated itself in him, Sirius could feel its entire length pulsing in his guts, he half expected it to hit the back of his throat. The vines hold him slowly dropped him directly on top of the white vine until he was seated on the ground with the vine fully submerged up his backside.
When the vines released him, Sirius immediately fell forward onto his face. Sobbing as he felt the vine twitch inside him.
‘Rest, then I will give you my seed’ The voice whispered. Sirius shook his head desperately, he didn’t want its seed.
‘It will be fine, I will keep you here until they are ready, you may lay some by my bed.’ The voice echoed.
“No- No I don’t want it” Sirius whispered brokenly.
‘You will be fine’
Sirius shrieked as the vine shifted, he could feel his hole clenching around the thick intrusion and cried as it widened, then deflated, making his opening gasp around the empty space.
The vine suddenly thrust forward and Sirius was pushed along the ground, his arms came up to scrabble at the surface, nails raking across more vines. He was pulled back down to the vines base and thrust into again, so hard he could almost see stars.
‘There we go’ The voice whispered as Sirius wept. What felt like slime rushed into his gut from the tip of the vines head, load after load spilling into him as he sobbed.
Relief flooded him as he felt the vine pulling out, and his hole gaped.
‘Oh dear, I'm going to have to close that.’
Sirius was gripped around the waist and pulled up, ass in the air.
‘Can’t let any fall out’ the voice said with fondness. Sirius whimpered, tears turning the dry dirt below him soggy. His hole slowly closed as Sirius stayed with his bum in the air. Finally, the weed was satisfied.
A thick vine gave his arse a firm slap, Sirius jolted at the motion and felt his hole curling. As his body tensed, finally closing completely.
‘You’ve polished up nicely’ The weed murmured. Sirius shuddered.
A single thick vine curled firmly around his neck as he was pulled closer to the core.
‘I’ll supply you with your human needs, but for the meantime, you stay here’ The voice murmured.
True to the plants word, the thing would present him with fruits, berries, veggies and nuts every morning and raw wad of meat at mid-day.
When the sun was setting, the plant fed him his nectar and cooed at him as he struggled to suckle the juice out of thick vines and got himself covered in sticky fluids.
The nectar was his only water source.
Almost a week later, his belly had swollen up to the size of two soccer balls, and even if he wasn’t able to walk with the vine that acted as a leash around his throat, then there was no way he could now.
Now, Sirius understood that what he held in his guts, was the devil’s snare’s children, who grew in his intestines ready to be spat out.
14 day after being give the seedlings, the vines, or Acrem, as the vine was named. Dragged him closer.
Sirius flinched at the sight of the waving core and tensed.
‘Sirius, my children can come, release on by me, show me how well you have done.’ The vine crooned. Sirius hesitantly followed the tugging of the vine around his neck. Sirius had to crawl to comfortably travel anywhere, his knees were bloody and his hands were covered in scabs.
Acrem cooed as he crawled forward and slid a vine over the curve of his backside.
‘Just there, crouch over the ground and let him come to us’ Acrem whispered, Sirius could hear the excitement in the plants voice. He grimaced as he hauled himself up until he was squatting above the ground, a vine free patch of dirt underneath him. His belly bulged out to the side and grumbled in protest. Sirius shuddered and soldiered on.
‘That’s perfect satis, now relax’ Sirius shuddered, Acrem had to tell him to relax at least five times a day.
His hole slowly buckled under the pressure, Sirius felt the immense urge to pee as the seeds pressed down on his bladder.
Something gave way in Sirius and his eyes rolled to the back of his head.
A single, white bud with tiny little vines, curled up and in the size of a large golf ball, slipped from his arse. Sirius slumped forward in exhaustion and barely heard as Acrem praised him and his newborn son.
‘You did such a good job, he’s such a healthy little seedling. Now come here-Acrem dragged Sirius away from the leafy bud that burrowed into the ground. Feverishly-‘Give me three more’ The voice demanded.
Sirius crawled a little closer and crouched over another blank spot in the ground.
He breathed in deeply as he prepared.
The next one was bigger and Sirius wailed as pressed against his opening before falling to the ground.
As the seedling’s inside him shifted, Sirius found he couldn’t control his bladder and slowly his pee hit the ground.
Sirius sobbed, red with embarrassment as he pissed himself.
‘It is alright stasis, you do not carry only one brood, you hold two. All of my hosts struggle to remain in control of their bladder’ Acrem reassured him gently. Sirius turned his head away in shame but followed as Acrem tugged his leash in another direction.
Sirius crouched again, face screwed up as he let the child pass through, this one was bigger yet and the stretch left Sirius gasping and red under the strain. He peed himself some more and tears started to fall.
‘Come now pretty, it will be over shortly, one more’ Acrem cooed. Sirius screwed his eyes shut and didn’t move, instead letting Acrem drag him to the next spot.
‘One more’ Acrem crooned.
Eyes red and puffy, Sirius wailed as the last child left him. Nectar dribbled down his thighs and Sirius simply let himself pee.
It would be over soon.
‘Oh, my pretty, you did so well, they all take after me.’ Acrem whispered.
Sirius shuddered as Acrem pulled him closer.
‘Rest now, in a week the rest will come be ready and you can travel to lay them’ Acrem murmured.
“What! There’s more!?” Sirius wailed. Four was already too much, how would he release theses ones.
‘Yes, there is usually 20 to a batch, I lost a few in the first though, so perhaps only 30 more’ The plant mused.
From these I can assume they get larger as the progress. They may all be like me!’ Acrem grumbled, excitement easy to hear as Acrem spoke.
“No-no I can’t-I won’t be able-“ Sirius whimpered, his protest being cut off as a thick vine pried open his mouth and settled deep in his throat.
‘Peace, Sirius, you are strong, I have absolute faith in you, in a week I will send you off and you can plant my seeds. Then you will return to me. Wont that be easy? You don’t have to fight, don’t have to worry. There won’t be any wars hanging over your head, you’ll be safe. Here with me’ Acrem cooed. Tears pricked Sirius's eyes as he realized. That was what he wanted. Life was so simple with Acrem, who said he had to leave?
Jaw trembling as it was stretched by the thick vine, Sirius closed his eyes and nodded.
“Okay” He whispered, relaxing into Acrem’s embrace as countless vines curled around his body. He definitely looked like he was pregnant.
Then, as Acrem purred in pleasure and secreted copious amounts of nectar onto his skin.
“Okay” He breathed.
Barely two days later, Acrem fell into a slumber secure in the fact that Sirius would warn him of incoming danger. He usually felt drowsy after laying his seed, this time he’d laid two batches.
Quickly he fell into a deep sleep.
A few hours later and a troop of wizards entered the forest, quietly and expertly traversing around the sprawling vines.
In this group could be found, Albus Dumbledore, James Potter, Kingsley Shacklebolt and Alastor Moody.
Alastor spent the trip grumbling about killing the darn overgrown weed, Kingsley remained silent. James nervously chewed his finger nails and Dumbledore hummed a song.
Sirius heard the group approach and was about to warn Acrem when James entered his line of sight.
James had always been impulsive, and the only thing he saw when he looked at Sirius was tear tracks, red puffy eyes, and bleeding knees and hands.
Unfortunately, his aim was off.
James shot Acrem with a heavily overpowered stunner, making Sirius shriek in fear for the plant
Sirius stumbled towards the plants core as it shuddered, trying to fight the spell.
Dumbledore added his magic to the spell as well, so did Moody and Kingsley.
Sirius curled around the seedlings he had birthed, their tiny vines reaching to him, seeking comfort.
James raised his wand to shoot the writhing plant, an overpowered bombarda shooting from his wand, surely to kill the delicate plant, only to smash into Sirius's swollen stomach as he sought to protect his child.
A horrible wail tore from Sirius throat as his unborn children were killed or injured.
The sound jolting James into action as he marched forward and brought the sobbing Sirius to his feet, stomping cruelly on the small plant that laid at his feet.
He paid no mind to Sirius when he sobbed louder at the sickening crunch that the action omitted. Dragging his friend away from the massive weed.
Sirius retreated into a catatonic state as he was pulled from the forest, not noticing when Acrem awoke and attacked the trespassing wizards in an attempt to retrieve Sirius.
He noticed when he was apparated away, and sniveled in fear.
He cowered as Madame Pomfrey felt his stomach and declared that the devils snare had given him seeds. He did notice when Dumbledore raised his wand to exterminate the remaining seedlings.
“Don’t touch them! Don’t you dare touch them!” He screamed. Protecting his stomach from view.
At the end of the week, they brought professor sprout in, and urged him to lay the children. Though he tried to object he couldn’t stop the seedlings when they began exiting him.
He carried 26 seedlings in his stomach, 22 of them died, and he cried as all but the last 4 came into the world still and unmoving. Each growing bigger then the last. The 26th one being a bit bigger than his fist.
The sprout lady kept that one, and ran off giggling like a girl on Christmas morning when Dumbledore let her keep him. Though she called him it.
Severus took two, sneering at Sirius as he said in explicit detail what he would do with them for potion ingredients.
A woman named Herbert Beery took the smallest. Cooing at him and patting him too hard.
The devils snare that Sprout took, grew stunted as she refused to feed him the proper diet, until she placed him in a puzzle to protect the sorcerers stone. Dying when she tried to move him back to the greenhouse.
Severus Snape did indeed use the children in his potions, and kept them alive for as long as possible before killing them. They died with no vines, no leaves, and no roots.
Herbert beery was paid a visit by death eaters, who burned her collection of plants to the ground. He died in the fire.
Sirius refused to become the secret keeper at all, and grew distant from his friends after the death of his children.
When he was thrown in Azkaban, he stayed for no longer then 2 months.
Before escaping and running to land.
No one realized his absence until Harry Potters third year.
Sirius, while out of Azkaban, tracked down Galloway forest, and returned to his new home.
Vines reached out and greeted him as Sirius ran forward, fresher and greener vines patting him as he grew closer.
When he arrived, a thick vine wrapped around his neck and he settled in.
“I missed you” He whispered, practically purring.
‘You won’t be taken from me again’ Acrem growled.
Sirius reached out to pet his children as they saw him for the first time in years.
The second clutch Sirius laid for Acrem went on without a hitch, he carried 25 seedlings and planted 2 next to Acrem, bring the total to 5.
To birth the others, Sirius travelled in his dog form, looking like a heavily pregnant bitch.
When he was finished he returned and would have a break of 2 months before being given another litter, every single seedling took after Acrem.
Over the course of twelve years, Sirius and Acrem produced 48 clutches and the population of sentient devils snare more the quadrupled.
But after 12 years, Albus Dumbledore found him as he travelled back to Galloway Forest, having just laid his 48th clutch.
Dumbledore just couldn’t let him go though, could he?
His memory was almost entirely wiped from any interaction with Acrem, and he was placed back into the life of Harry Potter, half mad at the loss of his memory and of what he knew was important, refusing to eat for so long and not bathing at all until he looked like he had spent 12 years in Azkaban without hygiene and no food. The effects of madness eating away at his mind.
He did love harry, he was such a sweet, innocent little boy, so confused and scared about the world that he looked nothing like his ignorant father.
Sirius took to harry as he took to all his seedlings, and crooned and cooed over him like a doting parent.
In the end, Sirius gained his memories back 1 day before he died, and spent one day with Acrem, telling him of the beautiful human boy named harry that they had, to bring into their family.
He was getting ready to fetch Harry when Remus told him of his precarious situation.
He died defending his oldest living seedling, with a sour smile on his face as he looked upon harry. Wishing for a different ending as his godson, his Childe screamed in anguish.