the_debt_of_time

"Come on!" Greyback ordered his men, shifting Padfoot against his shoulder and
shoving the tied prisoners forward roughly.
The moment they entered the large manor, Sirius heard a familiar voice.
"Follow me," Narcissa directed, leading the way across the hall. "My son Draco is
home for Easter holidays. If that boy really is Harry Potter, he will know."
The drawing room dazzled after the darkness outside. A crystal chandelier dangled
from the ceiling, and portraits hung against the dark purple walls. Two figures rose from
chairs in front of an ornate marble fireplace as the prisoners were forced into the room by
the Snatchers.
"What is this?"
The dreadfully familiar, drawling voice of Lucius Malfoy fell on their ears. At the
sound, Sirius let out a low and dangerous growl.
"Take that beast back outside," Lucius demanded.
"I don't think it's really a dog," Greyback explained. "I've smelled this magic
before."
"An Animagus?" Lucius eyed Padfoot warily. "Take him in the other room, and
force him to transform back."
Greyback begrudgingly obeyed, taking Padfoot into the next room where he threw
him to the floor with a loud thud and cracked his neck eagerly, preparing to enjoy this
interrogation. He leant down to grip the dog by the scruff, and Padfoot turned, viciously
barking and snapping his jaws at the werewolf. Greyback responded by squeezing Sirius's
throat tightly until he whimpered, gasping for breath.
"What's this noise?!"
Padfoot's eyes went wide at the voice, and he began thrashing violently against
Greyback's hold. He craned his neck when Greyback adjusted his grip, and his blurry eyes
caught a glimpse of Bellatrix in the doorway.
"Found this mutt with the Potter kid and his friends," Greyback responded.
"Malfoy wanted me to get it to transform."
"You idiot half-breed!" Bellatrix used her wand to fling the werewolf backward into
a large marble column, knocking him unconscious. "Well, well, well," Bella sneered down
at him. "You're looking quite alive, cousin."