A/N: I met a cute guy some time ago. I wanted to impress him, so I told him that I was J. K. Rowling. Unfortunately he left. He said he was pretty sure that she was rich enough to not hang out at McDonald's. So I ate my fries and and stayed my-not-very-Rowlingy-self. None of this is mine.

Introduction

There is an island in the middle of a dark and stormy sea. The waves are constantly gnawing at the island's flesh, pulling it apart more every day. Every now and then a bigger lump crashes into the black water, allowing it to come a little closer to the rotten and mildewed building where the dampness can not be removed from the walls anymore and the pressure in the air betrays the ease the willing inhabitants float with through the dark alleys. The less compliant beings feel it the more. If one would wish to do so, he would see the figures in dirty, striped clothing rocking themselves on the ground or shuffling in circles, mumbling terrified and angry. The farer he would descend under the ground, the louder it will become. Screaming and mad cackling would join in, turning up the volume even further.

But then, he would reach the last floor. The density of the air has risen so far here that sound travels a lot slower, but the few pitiful inmates do not care. Their guards are not causing sounds and they themselves are devoid of the energy it takes to talk or move. They are silent, lying huddled in a corner and have their eyes closed. And there, in one of the cells of Azkaban, lies Harry Potter, the savior of the wizard world.

"Dumbledore! Are you even listening to me?"
"Yes, Sirius, I am. It's just that I can not do what you ask of me. " Dumbledore's voice sounded strained and had an unusual edge to it.
"You can't. Right. I think you meant you don't want to. Damn it, Dumbledore, you are the most powerful wizard of our times! It's been three months, I will not wait any longer. If you don't put an end to it, I will!"
Dumbledore who had faced the window of his office sharply turned his head.
"Do not act rash, Sirius. Harry wants you to be safe."
"We can't even know if Harry wants anything anymore."
Dumbledore's face crumbled. He slowly walked around his desk to put his hand on the younger man's shoulder.
"I know that this is hard for you, my friend. I miss him, too. As for now, we have to set out trust in Harry. His strength and brave heart will help him through this. You of all people should know about the impact of innocence in Azkaban. - And that Harry is about as innocent as one can be.", Dumbledore added with a sad smile.
"And that Harry is more sensitive to Dementors than others. That he has been through even more last year that he seriously doesn't have to relive again and again!" Sirius voice was rising again.
"And you've let them take him there!"
"I had no other choice , Sirius. Harry knew what he was toying with when he founded the DA."
"Are you saying he deserves Azkaban?", Sirius screamed.
"Will you please think before you talk, Sirius? You know that I don't. The only way to save Harry from this would have meant that I had to leave this school. If it was just for me I would gladly have done anything to protect him but I am needed here. There is a war coming and I need to protect my student. I can not betray them and my responsibility."
Pacingly he added "We will get Harry out of there, I promise. For now, let it be. For the greater good."