Lunar
Dis: If only I owned Harry Potter… if only…
A/n: A tiny little drabble based on the time Sirius spent Azkaban.
Sirius Black was considered a lunatic. He knew what the word meant and where it came from. Luna meant moon, it was based on the belief that the moon actually made people crazy. He couldn't quite disagree. Growing up with a werewolf and becoming an animagi for him led to quite a bit of craziness whenever the moon was full. Just like it was tonight. Through the bars of the opening that was too small to be called a window he could see the full moon hanging in the sky.
Where was Remus right now? Was he safe? If things had been normal Sirius would be with him right now, keeping him safe. When they were younger the transformations were fun, now it was just a routine. What had changed? Nostalgia hit Sirius, an emotion the other prisoners were too far gone to experience. Sirius would never be that bad because he was innocent, it was the one thing that kept him sane. So did transforming into dog form, like he did now.
A small whimper caught his throat as he curled up into the corner. It would have been so much nicer to curl up next to Remus. His eyes closed and he let out something similar to a sigh. He tried to imagine the last time he had been with Remus before all this had happened. It was at least thirteen years ago, probably longer. Had that much time really passed? He nestled further into the corner feeling very alone. In that moment he promised himself that one day, somehow, he would be with Remus again. Even if it meant throwing everything away.