The man was weak, the blood slowly dripping from his bound wrists onto the stone of the floor was dark and slow, clearly he had been bleeding out for some time but the stones seemed to drink it in, for there was no puddle under the chair as there should have been. "I’m at least being careful who I use. Mother liked the innocent but the Legacy and the house just want the blood. They don’t care overly much who I use." Sirius ran a hand through his hair and looked at her with wrecked eyes. "If I don’t pay the tithe, the family magic will kill me and then take Harry. I can’t let that happen."