AN: Oookay. So these are all about Bill, and I suppose you could read them as being connected. They're just little snippits (not true drabbles because I'm too tired at the moment to focus on 100 words). I've got a table of prompts stashed somewhere, so we'll see how this goes. The stories take place all over the timeline of the books, and maybe before/after too.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Rowling, and as she has more money than the queen at this point, I'm willing to bet she'd kick my butt if she decided to sue me. So yeah, they're all hers, I just borrowed them and I'll return them (kinda dusty) later. :-)
Azkaban
Number 12 Grimmauld Place was silent, for once. There were no immediate meetings on the schedule. No members out on assignment were due back for at least two days. With no one to feed Molly wasn't bustling in the kitchen. There were no kids eavesdropping from the stairs, they were all off at Hogwarts for the semester. Bill took a deep breath. It was almost a nice place when it was quiet.
He walked into the library and stopped in his tracks. He felt his heart wretch at the dark form of his lover slouched in an overstuffed chair. Sirius was gazing blankly into the fire.
"Siri?" Bill sat down cautiously across from the older man. "Seer?"
Sirius blinked slowly, turning his head to focus his eyes on the redhead's face. "Bill."
Bill hesitated, caught off guard by Sirius blank expression. This probably wasn't the best time, but he knew Sirius had to talk about it. It was slowly destroying him from the inside. He pressed on. "Seer... can you tell me... what was it like? What was Azkaban like?"
The silence was deafening. Bill shifted uncomfortably as Sirius's eyes darkened. The bright blue color dimmed as they focused over Bill's shoulder on remembered horrors.
Bill never asked again.
Finite.
