Pitch Black
Prologue
Note : This is a Sirius raise Harry, a Harry in the Black Family and also a Sirius/OC story. Here, we travel into the world of magic creatures and pureblood families.
There was always this strange feeling about the North Sea's waters.
Forever calm, as if even the creatures that dwelled in it didn't dare to make themselves known, for even the bottom of sea was less frightening than the wind that blow on its surface.
But this creature knew where the darkness came from and she knew the origins of the sinister wind that blew softly on the surface of the waters.
Through her solitary travels she discovered this part of the North Sea and immediately liked it for its calm and lonely atmosphere. Here we could float on the surface without risking of being seen by anybody. And for her who had to live in the most cold and dark part of the depths to see the light of the sun was an incomparable gift, even if it was England's pale one.
And then she discovered it, the reason of her lovely loneliness. Not far from there stood a grim forteress on a islet. As soon as she approached it, the charm was broken and the sounds of mad screams and laughters shattered the silence. Around the building, gigantic and squelet like figures flew, clothed in a black that could only belong to death itself.
In all her long life spent in the depths, hinding her face from men and their greedy desire, she saw darkness in multiple forms but never like these ones. She saw the color a of a night without any lights, without any warmth, but never did she saw the complete black of despair.
Azkaban was the place of despair.
But that didn't make her want to flee. It didn't because for the first time, her heart of stone seemed to be touched by so much cruelty and pain. So she stayed there, the human part of her body offered to the wind, her long inky hair stuck against her moon like skin, her red lips pressed tight and her inumanly beautiful face twisted under the pain of pity.
It's already been a few days since she swam around the isle and touch the building with only the tips of her fingers, going down under the waters when the screams were too loud or when the black creatures flew too close. The dark things never sought her ill, as if even in all their vileness they had enough heart for it to be charmed by her.
Sowly it became her daily habit for the creatures of her specie weren't easily bored by new discoveries. She tried to listen what the prisoners said and to distinguish their age and sex through their voice made piercing by madness.
And then she heard it...Him. This voice belonged to a man, a young man. And if it wasn't for the brokenness in it, never did she heard a man having a voice so charming. He screamed like the others, but we could distincly hear the sentence that he repeated like a mantra : « I am innocent ! ».
Even with the tiredness, the madness or the strangled sobs that ponctuated it, each day, he repeated it and each day she came back to hear it. And then one day he stopped saying it, but his screams could still be heard. But it wasn't sharp and broken screams of madness but ones of wrath, powerful and raging like the thunder in the sky.
She finished by stopping in front of the wall of his cell, down on the left of the tower, before stones that were whipped by the waves. She didn't know why she stayed nor why did she came back each day asking herself if he was still here, if he was still alive, or if he didn't go mad like the all others.
Time passed and months became years but she still came back each day at the feet of the tower to hear the voice of the man that she came to call her prisonner. When she heard him, a smile appeared unconsciously on her lips as she let half of her face disappear under the water. She swam slowly until she was close enough to put her hands on one of the stone of the cell.
This night wasn't supposed to be different of the others.
Under the pitch black sky and the shining moon a mermaid stood close to one of the walls of Azkaban. For six years she came here, sometimes only for a few minutes, sometimes for several hours. She didn't thought of changing her habits anytime soon but a stone decided it for her.
How funny it is that one stone and one move changed the destiny of an entire world.
A simple push on the stone that she touched for six years was this night enough to make it rock backward once before it finally into the water with a wet sound. And the hole that it left behind was just big enough to see the face of the creature who would forever change the life of Sirius Black.
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