AN: Ok, this is just a short chapter simply to assess what reaction I get. It is inspired by another fic that I'm reading (If you want to read it, I would recommend it to any Wolfstar fan! It's called Dead or Alive by Rewrites24. Honestly, it is AMAZING! Give it a go!) and I couldn't avoid writing it down because the idea would not leave me alone! I know, I have lots of other fics to do but I was afraid that the ideas that have been bugging me all day would disappear if I didn't write it so here it is. Please enjoy and as this is a tester chapter I would appreciate any reviews! Thank you in advance.
Azkaban
"For the last time; I didn't do it!"
"Sirius Black, you are hereby sentenced to life-long imprisonment in Azkaban for the murder of twelve innocents and Peter Pettigrew."
"No! No! I swear to you I didn't-get your bloody filthy hands off of me! I didn't do it! No! Don't-"
The banging of the gavel, the cat-calls of the assembled spectators, the jeers, the leering hatred of the jury and judge; Sirius Black saw all of it before something hard hit him over the back of the head and he fell unconscious. His limp body was dragged roughly from the court room, the door slamming behind him with utter finality.
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"Welcome to Azkaban, Mr. Lupin. This is the highest security prison unit in Great Britain; it holds approximately ten thousand murderers, rapists and child molesters. This is the place where the filth comes to die."
"It sounds very…pleasant." Remus said, his voice dripping sarcasm. The warden smiled wryly at the boy sat across from him, he leaned on his desk and clasped his hands before him.
"This isn't a holiday, you're not going to get treated with any ounce of respect from these thugs. Many who come here as guards end up handing in their notice within the first week, to work here you need to have a strong stomach and even stronger arms. I hope that you're stronger than you look." He gave the boy a sweeping glance, his eyes cold and hard, like twin points of ice. "You look like the prisoners will eat you alive."
Remus smiled grimly, his hand moving to rest upon his extendable truncheon. "Oh, trust me, Mr. Bates, I can handle myself."
"Very well, welcome aboard, Mr. Lupin." The warden extended his hand and Lupin took it in his own.
"It's good to be here, sir."
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He came around with a heavy groan, his body ached all over, his mouth tasted of bile, shit and blood. He blinked slowly, his mind sluggish and his eyes taking too long to adjust to the light as it streamed in through the single barred window. "Ugh…" His voice slipped from cracked and bleeding lips like a curse. Sirius rolled onto his side and spat a thick wad of crimson spittle onto the cold stone floor of his cell, absently he wiped a hand over his mouth and winced. He sat up slowly, being careful to avoid aggravating his broken ribs but doing it anyway. He froze, eyes squeezed shut and a grimace of agony twisting his mouth until the pain had passed enough for him to be able to take stock of his surroundings. His cell was tiny, it had enough room to house one plain cot, a toilet and nothing else. He looked towards the door of his cell and saw the heavy bars blocking his view of the corridor beyond, the place was eerily quiet and it made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. Gingerly he rose, moving towards the bars with a strange, shuffling gait that didn't send too much pain rocketing through his battered body. He stood there, gripping the bars and gazing out into the corridor through his heavy fringe, the cells opposite housed several occupants but none seemed interested in him, they were all either curled up asleep or muttering softly to themselves, rocking back and forth. Sirius sighed heavily, closing his eyes and resting his forehead against the bars of his prison, his heart ached and his stomach began twisting itself into knots as he re-lived the moments that had put him where he was.
He had once been a prodigy, a boy from an extremely powerful political family who had managed to work his way into the Secret Intelligence Service or MI6. He had gone to a private, all boys school and had moved on to Eaton College where his parents had expected him to take a political career, just like everyone else in the family, but he had decided to take a different route and earned himself the firm disproval of his parents, uncles, aunts and every other member of his family. He had ostracised himself and eventually they had disowned him. However, he had discovered that he excelled in his chosen career, he was the top of all his training classes and he eventually earned himself various jobs as a spy working throughout Europe and East Asia. He had been the best at gathering information and he had even prevented more than his fair share of security threats. He had gained himself recognition from the Queen and worked his way up rapidly. However, he had fallen just as quickly from grace.
One day MI6 had informed him that there was a group of national terrorists who were after the lives of an extremely prominent family; the Potter's. Sirius had gone to school with James Potter, the son of an important Minister; they had rapidly become best friends and even became as close as brothers. When he had discovered this information it was inevitable that he also found out that there was a serious breach in MI6's security. There was a spy amongst the spies. He had fought long and hard to protect his friends but it had all been in vain when his other friend, Peter Pettigrew had betrayed them all. In a fit of intense rage Sirius had hunted the scum down only to walk straight into a bomb, planted by Pettigrew. He had managed to avoid getting blown to smithereens but twelve innocent people had not. His fellow MI6 employees had discovered him kneeling beside the crater and half laughing, half sobbing into blood coated hands. He had been arrested and tried in a private court session, his true identity as an MI6 spy had been kept secret from the general public, all they knew was that he was a mass murderer and dangerous. He had been sentenced and now thrown into one of the worst prisons to rot. He had tried to plead his case but had ultimately failed, his judge was an unpitying man, renowned for his hard stance on terrorism and threats to the state. His fate had been sealed and his cries of innocence ignored.
Sirius stifled a sob and slid to his knees, his eyes remained closed as he remembered the sight of best friend, a single gunshot wound through the heart and a look of stunned surprise plastered on his face. James had been lucky; his wife had been raped and beaten first right in front of their year old son. Only Harry Potter had survived, a tiny child who had been sent to live with an aunt and uncle. Sirius remembered holding him close to his chest, his heart tearing itself to shreds as the boy sobbed into his suit. He had managed to hold off on his tears until he reached the fresh air. He had never even been told why his friends had had to die. Again a sob tried to break its way through his gritted teeth and he covered his face in both his hands.
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Remus followed his new boss down the long corridor, cells lined each side and occasionally he peered into them, he regretted it immediately as many of the occupants were insane. The prison had been almost literally carved from the very rocks of a tiny, remote Scottish island. It was filled with insane screams, the sound of laughter and the calls of gulls all put to the background music of the North Sea. He shivered as a chill wind blew through the corridor, whistling loudly as it went. He touched his truncheon lightly and forced his eyes back to his guide. He had heard the news when he had been changing into his uniform in the locker rooms, they had just received a new prisoner. The man was a nutter, committed for the betrayal of his country, the murder of twelve innocent civilians and the murder of a man who had been his friend. Some whispered that the murderer had been a member of MI6 but the Warden refused to answer questions regarding the truth, all anyone really knew was that he had been a spy for a national terrorist organisation known as the Death Eaters.
Remus halted when he realised that the Warden had stopped before a cell door, he crept closer feeling a little nervous of what he would find there. He peered into the cell curiously and found himself looking at a man with thick, jet black hair. He sat huddled in one corner with his hands pressed over his face, despite his hunched position, Remus could clearly see that if he were to stand he would be tall and extremely well built. The Warden banged on the bars of the cell, causing the man to jump and his hand to fall to his chest, as if he were used to having a weapon hidden beneath his jacket. When his fingers failed to close on the butt of a gun, the man's hand dropped uselessly to his side again, he looked up at them through his fringe and licked his lips quickly. Remus was dumfounded, he hadn't known what to expect from a mad-man but this certainly wasn't it. Sirius Black had a face that looked as if it had been carved of marble, his skin was pale, his eyes a startlingly bright grey and his lips a perfect imitation of a Renaissance angel's. Remus felt his heart skip a beat in his chest, he had never expected a murderer to be so handsome, but then he supposed a handsome spy would have an advantage over others.
"So, you're the Traitor?" The Warden sneered at the man, his face a mask of disgust. "You're the one who murdered all those civilians?" Sirius remained silent but Remus didn't miss the dangerous gleam that entered those beautiful eyes, he knew that the Warden would think twice about taunting Black if there weren't bars between them. "Not going to deny it then? Fucking disgrace is what you are! You're not going to like what my boys and I have in store for you, mate."
"I'm not your mate." The voice was so silky soft that Remus almost missed it, so did the Warden who had been about to move on.
"What did you say?" The warden hissed, his fingers tightening on the grip of his truncheon while the other one dipped to where he kept his Taser.
"I said; I am not your mate." Black replied in a voice as hard and cold as ice, a sneer etched itself upon his Da Vinci-inspired face.
"I'd shut your mouth right now you useless piece of shit! You only been here five minutes and already you got a mouth on you, listen to me; You'll regret that. In here the pretty one's don't last…just wait for shower time and I'll make sure you get to take yours with the big lads. You hear me?"
Sirius merely stared at him, his eyes as dark and dead looking as a corpse. Remus shivered, he couldn't help but wonder just who this man was, he didn't appear anywhere near as insane as the Media made him out to be. Black bared his teeth monetarily, giving Remus the strong impression of a dog that was cornered and extremely dangerous. Those silvery eyes met his for the briefest of seconds and it was as if someone had let off a taser in his spine, he bit down on his bottom lip and forced himself to look away. The warden stepped up to the bars and spat into the cell, missing Black by a few inches, Black's eyes moved to the pool of saliva before slowly moving to the Warden once again, Remus felt relief as if he had been looked over by an angry, starving lion.
"You watch your back in here, you're not going to last five minutes."
Sirius smirked coldly. "Oh I think I might be able to handle the trash you call guards…you'd be a fool to underestimate me."
On this Remus would have bet any amount of money that maybe Black was telling the truth, the Warden however sneered and turned away, moving off at a pace that Remus had to run to catch up with. "Fucking piece of terrorist shit. He'll get what's coming to him." The Warden muttered all the way as they patrolled the corridors, Remus only half listened, humming in vague agreement whenever the time seemed right while his mind dwelled on Sirius Black's angelic murderer's face.