the_debt_of_time

"Shut up, you blood-traitor!" Bellatrix snapped. "Cissa, take him to the other room
while I deal with the girl. Can't get an answer out of her with him making all that racket!"
"Bella, the girl.. ."
"Narcissa, go!" Lucius roared at his wife, his eyes narrowed. "Draco, go with your
mother!"
Draco huffed but took his mother's hand in his and swept into the next room,
flicking his wand upward and levitating Padfoot to follow.
Once the door to the drawing room closed behind them, Sirius shifted into his
human form, still tightly bound. He looked up into his cousin's blue eyes and into the grey
ones—like his own—of her son. He had never before seen such a resemblance to the Black
side of the family in Draco. Then again, the young wizard was a near mirror image of his
father.
"Cissa, let me go," Sirius pleaded with her. "You know this is wrong!"
"Sirius, please be quiet." She turned away from him. "You don't know how
dangerous this is. What you've brought into my house."
"What I've brought? Cissa! We were captured and brought here against our will. You
know Bella; you know what she's going to do! You're just going to let her―"
But his sentence was cut off by Hermione's screams. Sirius's eyes widened, and he
felt himself pale as the blood drained from his face in rage and fear. "No. No! Hermione!
Cissa, she's torturing her!"
"I know," Narcissa whispered.
"Let me go!" Sirius shouted. "Cissa, do the right thing. For once in your life, do the
right thing!"
She looked down at her cousin with tears in her eyes. "I can't, Sirius; we're dead if
I let you go."
"You're dead already!" Sirius countered. "You're trapped under the heel of a
dictator, your husband is wandless, and your son has been sacrificed!" He eyed the boy
who turned away, consciously covering his left forearm. "Cissa, let me go, and I will help
you."
Narcissa shook her head. "There's no helping me."
"Mother, maybe.. ." Draco began hesitantly but stopped mid-sentence, as the
screams coming from the other room grew louder.