Sirius sat silently against the cold hard wall of his cave; with a wool
blanket Harry had gotten him over him, trying to fight the cold. At his
left, he could see Buckbeak, he companion hippogriff, without him, Sirius
would've never survived. Scattered by him on the right, was a basket of
cold food, scraps of paper and a small, almost-frozen bottle of ink. It was
the wintertime; everything outside was snowy, white, and painfully cold.
Harry, his godson, and his friends had sent him and Buckbeak both a warm
wool blanket and a light, soft and thin mattress for him to sleep on, this
was the most comfort he ever had for 12 years, in his human form. There was
a small fire in front of him to keep him warm.
Sirius had been a gaunt, messy, and scary figure before, but now, his face was no longer gaunt, but full and younger, he shaved his beard clean and his hair was now shorter, cleaner. He looked more like when he was young, like the picture Harry has of him at his parent's wedding. Sirius had gotten a new cloak from his lifelong friend, Remus Lupin, a black robe with a black cloak, now that was a bit dirty.
He leaned against the wall, pulling his blanket tighter around him. His eyes were now narrow and sleepy, but he could not sleep; memories, harsh ones, happy ones, and painful one came to him as soon as he closed his eyes. His face was full of worries and his eyes still had the gaunt, sad, and deaden Azkaban look. He turned to his right, snuggling painfully against the rough wall, trying to fall asleep, but nothing helped. He had not been like this before, even after he escaped, but now, he could not sleep. The dark circle under his eyes got larger each night as he fought for his sleep.
Finally, unable to get a rest, he reached out for a scrap of paper and his ink and quill. In a messy handwriting he wrote:
Harry,
I need to see you. Bring a sleeping potion along if you can.
Your Godfather,
Sirius
Sirius folded up the letter in a tiny square, put it between his teeth and stood up. Then, Sirius turned into his animagus form, a large, black shaggy dog in which he asked Harry, Hermione and Ron to call him 'Snuffles' when addressing him as a dog. He slid out of his cave and ran to Hogsmeade Owl Place( A/N: Sorry, forgot what it was called).
Sirius had been a gaunt, messy, and scary figure before, but now, his face was no longer gaunt, but full and younger, he shaved his beard clean and his hair was now shorter, cleaner. He looked more like when he was young, like the picture Harry has of him at his parent's wedding. Sirius had gotten a new cloak from his lifelong friend, Remus Lupin, a black robe with a black cloak, now that was a bit dirty.
He leaned against the wall, pulling his blanket tighter around him. His eyes were now narrow and sleepy, but he could not sleep; memories, harsh ones, happy ones, and painful one came to him as soon as he closed his eyes. His face was full of worries and his eyes still had the gaunt, sad, and deaden Azkaban look. He turned to his right, snuggling painfully against the rough wall, trying to fall asleep, but nothing helped. He had not been like this before, even after he escaped, but now, he could not sleep. The dark circle under his eyes got larger each night as he fought for his sleep.
Finally, unable to get a rest, he reached out for a scrap of paper and his ink and quill. In a messy handwriting he wrote:
Harry,
I need to see you. Bring a sleeping potion along if you can.
Your Godfather,
Sirius
Sirius folded up the letter in a tiny square, put it between his teeth and stood up. Then, Sirius turned into his animagus form, a large, black shaggy dog in which he asked Harry, Hermione and Ron to call him 'Snuffles' when addressing him as a dog. He slid out of his cave and ran to Hogsmeade Owl Place( A/N: Sorry, forgot what it was called).