Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling…now let me cry in peace!
Authors Note: This idea popped into my head…It's very…how do you say it…SIRIUS. Just a short drabble. Nothing much.
Sirius sat there, looking through the cell bars. He hated being kept inside, in truth, he wanted to be free like a bird. But no, he deserved this. After what he had done. Really, he had done nothing; he was in Azkaban for no reason. He had committed no crime, unlike the others around him. Supposedly Bellatrix was here, but he didn't want to see her. Lily and James were dead, Harry with his evil aunt and uncle, and his gorilla of a cousin.
"There you go Black, your food for the day." The jail guard threw the dish down at him, making the slump spill everywhere.
Sirius just looked at the bowl. He wasn't hungry. He couldn't enjoy himself; his best friend was dead.
"My oh my. Well, if it isn't my dear old cousin Sirius Black. Not so great without Potty by your side, now, are you?" Sirius heard a feminine voice say, a little disbelief in her voice.
Sirius looked up from the bowl and saw Bellatrix Lestrange, sitting right across the hall. He just looked at her; he didn't say anything.
Bellatrix smirked, and leaned back on the grimy wall. "Not saying anything? Is the amazing Sirius Black not bold anymore? What happened? Did he finally realize that life isn't a game? Is that it?"
Sirius' temper was reaching its boiling point. He just glared at Bellatrix; all of his hatred toward her seemed to want to explode right now.
"How'd you get here anyway? I'd never think that Sirius Black would get sent to Azkaban. Being the little good Gryfindor, you are."
"I heard that he murdered somebody. Right in front of those filthy muggles."
Sirius looked to his right and saw Yaxley, sneering at him.
"Murder?! I don't believe it! I'm just a tiny bit proud!" Bellatrix said, her voice dripping in sarcasm and mocking.
"He's all over the Prophet. Pictures of him everywhere. Sirius Black, murderer of Peter Pettigrew and 14 muggles." Yaxley sneered again.
"Pettigrew? I know him! He became a Death Eater right after graduation, didn't he, Yaxley? Not a very impressive person; weak in my eyes. Well, the Dark Lord sees potential in him, and me being the Dark Lord's most faithful follower, shall agree to whatever he says." Bellatrix said proudly.
Dementors passed them, and they became instantly quiet and still. Sirius felt suddenly cold and like he wanted to die. His anger was reaching its highest point since it had ever been.
"You know what else they say," Yaxley whispered, "They say Black over here is The Dark Lord's right hand man."
"WHAT!" Bellatrix screeched, " SIRIUS BLACK THE DARK LORD'S RIGHT HAND MAN! I HAVE NEVER BEEN MORE INSULTED IN MY LIFE! MY FILTHY BLOOD TRAITOR OF A COUSIN…THE…THE…MOST FAITHFUL FOLLOWER?! IMPOSSIBLE! WHY DID I NOT KNOW OF THIS?"
"Will you just shut up?!" Sirius exclaimed, " Pettigrew is a bloody bastard and deserves to die! I'm no follower of Voldemort and I will never be one!"
Bellatrix smirked, "You should be. It's a tradition."
Sirius replied coldly, "I was never one for tradition."
A jail guard opened Bellatrix's cell and dragged her out.
"See you later blood traitor."
Sirius leaned back and closed his eyes. He shouldn't be here. He should be at his flat, taking care of Harry. What hurt him most though, is that he never got to go James and Lily's funeral.
Author's Note: I told you it would Sirius. (please excuse the pun) Just a little Black family encounter. We can never get engough of those. Now please push the little purple and write something that you liked or hated about my story. No flames though. O.-