Author's note-Well, I finally did it! Here is my Sirius Black story!!! This obviously is only the short prologue. It will be slowly updated though as my poll says that most of my readers want me to focus on The Returning. This story will most likely go through the third book and give you all many twists!!! Well to start off throughout the story I will be using flashbacks. Some of these flashbacks will come from Back Up Sirius, & Run Away by dreamingstars. Also a big thanks to AngelAuthor14 for who without her help this story would not be up!!! Thank you in advanced to all who review!!! Here we go!!! Enjoy!
The Prisoner of Azkaban
Sirius Black
The cold, unchanging darkness seeped through his gaunt stretched skin, like the screams of the others echoing in his ears. His screams added to the noise that filled the fortress constantly. Memories of his brother laying dead in the wreckage, (his eyes dead of the laughter they once housed) was forced to replay again and again in his already tortured mind. For twelve, long years he sat like this, dying each minute. He had long ago given up looking for an escape from the monstrous memories, destroying and taunting his mind, every moment of his weary existence.
"James, no." His dead rasping voice moaned as images of his worse fear flashed through his broken mind. As the despair became too much, the icy touch of fear left his mind (as much as it ever would here) as the cloaked figure passed onto another cell, another victim.
He concentrated on the stone wall, hoping the images plaguing his shattered mind would leave. The dirt that no longer bothered him fell on the already too dirty floor. The entire fortress as far as he knew was the same. The same cold, lifeless stone. The sink and toilet sat in the corner, too tiny and absent of water. Water was a rare thing for the prisoners, although the fortress was surrounded by it. This didn't bother him, the feeling of a parched throat was too common to matter anymore. Even the cold dead feeling that resided in every essence of his self did not bother him anymore. That all passed in time, blending into the rest of his eternal hell. All that mattered, was the thing which no matter what, would never fade with time, what he would never get used to, his greatest fear, betraying his brother.
Author's note- Well, there it is, the Prologue! I hope everybody liked it!!! I hope to get some reviews, so please review!!!