He vaguely remembers the first day he was thrown into Azkaban without a trial. The place was unbearable; the feeling of remorse and harsh depression almost immediately descended upon him as he set foot in the prison. He was put into a grimy cell, heavily guarded with a black metallic bars, and, of course, those blasted dementors who frequently ventured up and down the rows of prisoners.

Screams kept him awake at night, not that he could sleep peacefully anyway. The blood curdling shrieks, the morose whimpers, the orchestra of sobs, and the scent of tears…all were horrible, but nothing compared to his last memory of Remus Lupin, face broken with hurt and betrayal. He wanted to reach out and grasp the thinner man, bury his face into the nook of his neck, and wish all the pain and false realizations away, but the dementors had already dragged him away.

He gazes out of the small broken window of his cell, unconsciously breathing in the stench of the cell, but also the salt of the sea. Old but oh-so-new tears beaded around his eyes; day three in Azkaban, and already he felt as if nothing was sweeter than death.

He shook his head, ashamed of his thoughts. He had to have faith, even if everything looked damned and helpless. The mere thought of Remus gave him a spark of happiness, and being one in Azkaban, that has to mean something. Good Remus, kind Remus, loving Remus…it pains him to know that his Remus believed, like everyone else, that he was responsible for their best friends death.

He sniffles, and continues gazing out of his window. It was the night of the full moon. He can almost hear the cries of the werewolf, and it pains him to know that he cannot be there for him.

He closes his eyes slowly, and thoughts of Remus flitted through his mind. His amber eyes, the arch of his eyebrows, the girlish but wonderful mouth, and his piano fingers…his heart ached for him.

This time he swears he can hear the cry of the werewolf. He smiles to himself bemusedly.

One day…the answer will come.

"Wait for me."

A/N: Un-beta'd. Second HP fic.