Alone

To

Survive

Chapter 8

Clenching his fist in anger and pain, Sirius bent down and laid his head by the pillow of his beloved godson. "Please Harry, I need you to open your beautiful eyes for me." Whispering those heartfelt words against Harry's sweaty head, Sirius closed his eyes in fear. He wanted him to awaken, he was afraid at what this meant for Harry. For the first time, he was terrified of the power that was buried very deep inside Harry's magical core. He always knew it was there, Merlin the first time he held his new born godchild he felt the power that clocked him even then. He was scared to even tell James about what he felt at the time of Harry's birth.

Fear for Harry shot threw his body as his godson moan in his sleep. Moving his fingers through Harry's sweaty hair. Sirius sighed, most Blacks had a sixth sense when it came to power. That was why so many of them felt drawn to Voldemort and his Deatheaters. Like with Bellatrix and Narcissa, Bella became Voldemort's right-hand woman and Cissa married into a powerful family when she married into the Malfoy family. It always revolved around power when you get a Black even he was no exception to the rule.

The day he met James was the day an eleven-year old's life took a turn in a new direction. His sense focused, his tingling of new power spiked up in a blazing shock of energy. He knew he was going to be James Potter's best friend if it was the last thing he did.

He met James Potter at a summer Gala six weeks before the start of their first year. A boy that had way too much cockiness that Sirius first thought was to hate him on sight but something inside him paused as his sixth sense started tingling. He needed to get closer to the heir Potter. It was an itch that he couldn't scratch. So, he put a forceful smile on his face and started moving closer to the boy that was glaring at where the darker families resided on the other side of the ball room. He couldn't believe what he was fixing to do. The only thought that flashed threw his mind was his mother was so going to kill him.

Putting on his best smile Sirius drawled out, "Hello, did your family drag you here as well?"

James head snapped up with hazel eyes widening at the boy that stood there with a grin on his very young face. Blinking at the other boy he frowned when he saw the light green decorated into his dressing robs. A slytherin family, turning his glare to the boy with the cocky smile, James sneered. "What do you want?"

Sirius eyes narrowed in annoyance, "my family thought it was prudent for myself to make an appearance for the stuffy pure bloods that just had to come to this party. The heir just needed to come to such a thing." He raised his voice to try and imitate his mother's shrill voice when she was on a good rant of what an heir to the family shouldn't or should do.

James laughed at that, "I know what you mean…" Rolling his light green eyes, James smiled amusingly at the boy.

When he got home that evening he was presented with his furious mother that was waiting by the fire place pacing with an angry scowl upon her pretty face. "Mother..." He said uncertainly. Whirling around she turned her glare to her son that gaped at her towering form.

"How dare you associate with a muggle loving light family…" hissing those words Welburga stomped to her eldest son. She raised her hand about to slap some sense into Sirius when a commanding voice spoke up before she could lay a hand on her son.

"Enough Welburga!"

Pausing in shock, her head snapped to the right to where her husband set in a chair facing the fire place. His eyes were narrowed almost glaring at her until he turned his fearsome glare to his eldest son that almost cowered at the look his father was giving him. "Sirius is there a reason why you seem inclined to speak with the heir of house Potter? It was almost like you were drawn to the boy from across the ball room."

Sirius sighed, "yes sir, I don't know how to explain it. It was like something was making me move towards him." Shaking his head, Sirius frowned confused.

Welburga turned to her husband with her eyes widening with a ting of disbelief darkening her eyes. Orion closed his eyes knowing what it was he was feeling "it was like you had no choice in the matter. Something inside you shifted…." Trailing off Orion's cloudy gaze darkened as his first-born heir shifted uncomfortable.

Sirius gave a hesitated nod, "what's going on father? Why do I even now feel like I need to be closer to him?"

"The reason why you feel like this is because you are bound to the boy because of his magic. He is to become the person that you will follow even into death. That is the curse of the Blacks." Orion sighed, he will lose his heir over to the light. His son will be at the beck and call to the muggle loving fools. Anger sizzled in his veins at the thought of his son having to play by the rules of the light, by Albus Dumberdor. His son had no choice but to follow.

Closing his eyes in pain Orion spoke, "you have no choice, you will follow him are you will die by the Black family's magic. You will have to make a choice when you go to Hogwarts."

He could still remember the tears that gathered in his father's eyes at what he had to do. The choice that he had to make was him begging the talking hat to place him in Gryffindor. On que, his mother sent him a holler saying he was a disgrace to the family as his suppose best friend started telling him he didn't need his family as long as he had Gryffindor and him.

For that stupid remark, he almost wanted to hit James Potter in anger...

Blinking down at the sleeping form of his godson, Sirius laid his head on the pillow besides Harry. For ten years, he created a mask to hide the darker aspects of his personality. He had to create a Gryffindor that loved pranking, that hated all things Slytherin. He became someone that James loved.
The best friend of the golden boy James.

In those years, he always felt like something was missing, something that his sixth sense was trying to tell him. He didn't understand until he held his godchild for the first time. The power he sensed then almost took him by surprised. That's when he realized he wasn't going to be following James like a lost little puppy anymore. He would follow a child to the ends of the world. His loyalty switched to a new born child, James no longer held his strings. He felt a smile grace his lips as he remembered that he vowed his life, his magic, his house, his everything to his new born godchild.

For as long as he would have him.

"Harry, I'm sorry for not being there when you needed me the most. I'm sorry that you had a rough life when I was in Azkaban. I'm sorry for choosing revenge instead having your best interest at heart. Merlin, I've made a mess of things haven't I." Closing his eyes as the tears fell down his cheeks, Sirius bowed his head and prayed that Harry would make it out of this in one piece.

Remus leaned against the doorway lessoning in to the broken words that Sirius uttered to Harry's still form. He slowly moved into the room. "Sirius."

Sirius's head snapped up with the tears still gathered at the corner of his eyes. "Remus, how much did you hear?"

"Enough." Moving more into the small cell, Remus leaned against the wall as he spoke. "When I first became a werewolf, I went searching for answers on how to contain myself and to protect those around me. During those days, I dabbed into a lot of history. Dark and light of the Wizardly World. My searching lead me to a book, a book that spoke about the history of the pure bloods. The book was called The Rolls and Placement of the Houses, it was a book that was most informant." Closing his eyes, Remus sighed. "I was shocked when I found house Black among the names but then as I read those words among the pages of the book I began to understand one of my best friend's motives. Why you would follow James like a good little guard dog."

Remus shifted against the wall as his side tinged in pain at where that fool dominant slashed at his side. "You only followed James because you had no choice. He was your puppet master. The one who held your strings and Albus Dumberdor knew about it. Didn't he? That was why you tried to hide how much you resented him. The day I read that book was the day my eyes opened into the rolls of the olden houses in the wizardly world. Like with Malfoy, his role was to be the politician as was many others that resided in the world but the Blacks was the power house behind many of the Dark and Light Lords."

"Your sixth sense thought it was James wasn't? If it was him, you would have died in Azkaban days after you were put in there." Remus said with a sigh.

Sirius gave a jerky nod in his direction, turning to look down at Harry once more. "I almost hated him." Whispering those words, Sirius closed his eyes finally admitting his deepest secret. "I gave up my family when I went to Gryffindor. We all had rolls to play, I was a part of Dumberdor's group and my family had no choice but to follow a half blood Dark lord but we had an agreement if we would ever meet on the battle field we will not fight against each other but we will not help ether."

Remus eyes widened in disbelief, "the day Bellatrix tried to kill you in the Death Chamber her spells were off. They missed you on purpose, didn't they?"

Sirius smiled sadly, "she was my favorite cousin you know. We learned to duel against each other while we were still in knee highs."

Remus eyes widening, as puzzle pieces started falling into place, "she's still alive, isn't she? Bellatrix's body were never found among the wreckage of Hogwarts. How…." Trailing off Remus gaped at his friend who he thought he knew.

Still looking down at Harry, Sirius smiled "I refuse to lose any more of my family…. I did what I thought was right. Do you hate me now?" Raising his head with the tears still gathered at the corners of his gray orbs, Sirius locked his gaze with golden brown. "There is nothing I can say that can change what I've done but my family deserved better then what they were given. All of us had no choice in who we followed, who we served. I'll I know right now, I will die before anything happens to Harry. He is my reason for everything."

Remus frowned confused, "how are they alive? I thought that when their master or lord dies the Blacks are known to follow."

Sirius frowned as well, "that is the normal way but were not sure on why most of them are still alive."

"Most of them… Sirius, who is alive?" Remus said shocked.

Sirius sighed, cording his fingers through Harry's hair he told him what he wanted. Realizing then that he went this far. He needed to come clean with everything. "Narcissa, Bellatrix, Draco… "hesitating, Sirius frowned whispered a name that everyone thought was dead for years. "Regulus…."

Remus gaped in disbelief, he was supposed to be the best friend of Sirius Black but in that moment, he came to realize that he really didn't know Sirius at all. "Was everything a lie? The friendship, the pranking, being a part of the Marauder's."

"Not all of it.." Sirius scowled, "James, I tried to find it in me to love him so I wouldn't hate him but the resentment I felt grew in to a blazing hatred. I tried to love him like a brother but I had a brother that I loved more than anything. He was nothing but my master that I had to do what he wanted even going so far as to hate my own family."

"But… I started to enjoy the little pranks we had as a group of friends and I put my family to the back of my mind so I wouldn't feel the pain of losing them. They knew what rolls they had to play so we made a pack together that if we ever saw each other that we would seem like we hated each other for the sides our magic has chosen to be on."

Raising his head to stare into golden hues, Sirius smiled at him. "You became one of my best friends in the whole world, I hope you know that Remmy." Closing his stormy gaze, Sirius sighed loudly, "I wanted to be a part of the Marauder's. Everything that I learned throughout my childhood, I buried so deeply in my mind behind heavy walls so I would and could become the perfect little Gryffindor of Hogwarts." Opening his orbs, Sirius smiled sadly down at Harry's sleeping form. "I hated my life, my very existence until a little new born baby wrapped his little hand around my finger the first time I held him. My life, my magic became his to use as he sees fits. Harry became my new master but it wasn't a duty like it was with James. I did it because I grew to love the boy that became the one who I will follow even into death."

Remus sighed again, "Harry became the Lord that your magic bind you to as soon as you held him, wasn't it? James didn't realize that he lost the respect and devotion from the heir of Black. Is our friendship a lie as well?"

Sirius 's head snapped up in disbelief that his best friend would ever think that. "Damn it, never! Why would you think that?! Out of all of them, you became the best friend any guy could ask for. Hell, I don't turn into a dog for just anyone Remmy!"

Remus sighed, moving closer to Sirius so he could at least try to give him a friendly hug. His side erupted in pain once more, letting out a hiss and growl as he froze. Moving his hands to the wound, Remus scowled as blood dripped between his fingers onto the floor..

"You should probably have that looked at by Serverus." Sirius said, raising himself up to catch Remus before he fell down where he was.

"I'm fine, there is others that need tending to. My werewolf healing should jump start before long." Remus said while clenching his teeth together.

Sirius sighed while he helped Remus to the chair he was sitting in. "Are we fine Moony, old pal. "

Remus sighed as he looked into deep gray orbs, twitching his lips Remus smiled at him. "Of course, we are." Shaking his head, "that reminds me, I wanted to ask if I can take a trip to the Black estate? Since now I know that there are other Blacks there I'm afraid now it's not so safe for me to travel there by myself."

Sirius smirked amused, "you want to know what the dominant is, don't you? Afraid for him to get closer to our lil pup without knowing what he is old pal." Eyes almost twinkling in mischief, Sirius grinned at the flush that darkened Remus's face.

Remus growled loudly, turning his glare to Sirius's laughing figure. Remus bit out between clenching teeth "it's not safe for that… Dominant to be anywhere around our unmated pup!"

Sirius laughed out loud, "well the only thing I know right now he's powerful and he can protect our pup even from himself."

Reaching in his shirt Sirius's grin turned into a smile. Pulling out a necklace that was around his neck, Sirius couldn't stop the laugh from escaping. "Here, our pup is going to need all the help he can get so this is a portkey that will allow you to go straight to the front gates of Black Castle. I'm guessing you're going to need at least a few days to find out what you need so my family should at least point you in the right direction in the library."

Remus eyebrow itched up as he grasped it, "you had this thing the whole time and we could have gone there where it's safe."

Sirius scowled at the floor, "you'll understand when you get there the reason why I decided against taking Harry to my ancestral home."

Watching on how Remus got up, Sirius grinned, "Remmy old pal, tell my family I said hello." Turning to glare at Sirius, Remus growled at the cheek that Sirius showed. Laughing more, Sirius set down back into the chair he was sitting into before Remus showed up in the room.

Harry Potter/Walking Dead

Remus sighed to himself as he stomped toward where he smelled his new mate. He almost wanted to give up on going but he knew with Daryl sniffing around his young pup and everyone not knowing what he is could possibly be a disaster waiting to happen. Moving closer to the smell he let out a growl from his throat. He needed to say goodbye before he left.

Moving into the courtyard, Remus smiled catching sight of his lovely little mate standing guard watching for intruders. He sometimes couldn't believe his luck on finding his mate when the Zombie apocalypse was happening. He can still feel the wolf pacing behind the steel bars of his mind wanting and waiting for the time to claim his mate.

Shaking his head, he had bigger things to worry about like with The Blacks that was alive and well…. Now with Sirius lying to him for years, he almost wanted to scream and yell at Sirius for the lies that was said over the years but he realized it did no good fighting with him when he needed to be searching for the answers to the questions about the dominant.

Stocking closer, Remus gaze moved around the courtyard to see if there were others paying attention to what he was about to do to his unexpecting mate. Moving silently behind Rick a devious smile crossed his lips at what he was going to do. "Hello..." trailing off, Remus smiled bigger when he saw a shiver grace Rick's body.

A smirk crossed his lips watching on how Rick whirled around with the gun facing at his chest, "my what great reflexes you have sheriff. You would think that you would learn not to aim that thing at me." Stoking closer, Remus smiled hauntingly at his mate.

"What do you think this is Little Red riding hood?!" Hissing those words at the werewolf, Rick backed up when he saw him prowling toward him like a man or a wolf with a purpose.

"Perhaps," Remus smiled as sharp teeth appeared with the smile. Binding down slightly just to stare Rick in the eyes, "possibly I might want to eat you after all…." Trailing off Remus bent down until his lips were almost upon Ricks. "I wonder…" he captured Ricks lips with his own.

Pleasure erupted at the sensational of feeling Ricks lips against his own. Brown orbs flashed to golden and the wolf jumped to the forefront of Remus's mind. Pulling back as a deep growl was let lose as Remus grabbed Rick and pulled him closer to himself and he captured Rick's lips once more.

Rick gasped against the hardened form of Remus's. He was confused when he felt his body respond against the sensations of Remus's claiming. A claiming…. why did he feel like the wolf was claiming him? Closing his eyes as a moan escaped his chapped lips. Light and energy erupted against his skin like something clawed or howled at him. He needed something that only Remus could give him…. Yet as that thought floated around in his head, Rick opened his eyes just a little and frowned up at Remus. Blinking like he was coming out of a daze, Rick pushed back from Remus, shocked at what he was feeling.

This wasn't him, he never felt this kind of lust before. Rick's burnished colored gaze widened in disbelief at the sensations that his body was undergoing. This wasn't him, he never felt such until he laid eyes with an ambered colored gaze that looked at him like he was a piece of meat Remus wanted to devour for super. He was almost afraid of the feelings, of the hunger that beat at him until all he wanted to do was scream out in frustration.

"What….. "Shaking his head to clear it. All Rick could do was gape at the male that stared at him panting with lust. "What do you think you're doing?! … I never gave you permission to kiss me!" Rick gasped for breath as lust beat deep within him.

Remus smiled again as his gaze glowed with a dark eagerness, "I see… "mumbling amused, Remus smirked. "I guess the next time you would have to be the one that comes to me wanting a kiss. Since you want permission before I make any kind of moves towards you."

"or." Smirking deviously, Remus said almost innocent. "perhaps you should be the one that chases me. Should I tell you to stop my maritus."

Rick gapped at the dominating wolf that had a smirk upon his handsome face." Are you out of your mind!? Why would I be the one who makes the first move the next time!?"

Remus smiled and decided to innocently change the subject, "as I was saying I will be leaving for a few days at the most or until I have the answers I want about the dominant."

Rick stiffed up at the thought of the werewolf leaving. Confused, Rick frowned at the male. He almost wanted to beg him to stay. It was at the tip of his tongue to beg Remus not to go. He stumbled more away from him confusedly.

Rick closed his gaze and forced himself to nod at Remus.

Tilting his head like the animal he was, Remus smiled. He slowly turned around to head away from his mate. Then as he slowly took two steps away from Rick, he paused as his smile turned into a grin much like the Cheshire cat. Glancing behind himself to stare at his mate, Remus said softly, "you know, I do wonder what you would look like wearing red or perhaps a form fitting dress or cape. Something that shows the personality of little Red Riding Hood that was afraid to be eaten by the big bad Wolf."

Watching as Ricks orbs widened, Remus started walking away chuckling until Rick could no longer hear him.

"Shit." Mumbling that, Rick leaned up against the wall of where he was watching for intruders, panting for breath. He realized in that moment that he felt like it was a battle that he had to win against Remus.

He refused to lose so the only thing he could do was deny Remus with what he wanted.

Himself… like he thought, he was so….

screwed.