Written for The Houses Competition round 5

Ravenclaw

6th

Drabble: [Setting] Azkaban cell

Word count will be at end.

It was dark.

He shivered as he heard the waves of the ocean slam into the side of the prison angrily, like it was trying to get in. He could hear the wind howling with rage as rain crashed along the prison sides. Cackling laughter could be heard throughout the building as moans and groans of pain were also heard.

Sirius shivered again as the freezing cold clawed at his skin.

Pettigrew should be the one in this cell, not him. He wasn't the one who got James and Lily killed. He knew they shouldn't have trusted Pettigrew, he knew, but James had said that people would figure out that he was the secret keeper. That was why they changed it to Pettigrew at the last second.

Now he was wishing they never had.

He closed his eyes as he huddled on the dingy threadbare bed that had only one thin blanket. He tried to not listen to the howling of the wind, the screaming of the ocean, the insane laughter throughout the prison. He tried to block it all out.

Sinking into his thoughts, he wondered how Harry was doing, how Remus was and if he was taking care of himself, if Harry was with Remus. He wondered if Minnie was taking care of Harry if Remus couldn't. He hoped she was.

He sighed, turning on his side just as the air became more frigid and and he could see his breath. His breath hitched when he realized it was a dementor and he wasn't able to do anything against it.

Squeezing his eyes shut tightly, he took in a deep breath as the dementor floated by his cell. He could see James, lifeless (he's gone oh Merlin he's gone) on the ground. He could see Lily, red hair (hair she loved so much) framing her face, so pale and so horrified. She's gone gone gone what am I going to do I can't take care of Harry all by myself oh Merlin.

Then he saw himself chasing Pettigrew, the rat blasting off his finger and killing thirteen muggles, landing him in Azkaban without a trial.

The frigid cold slowly moved on and he let out a sigh, relaxing slightly. He knew it would be back; they liked to float back down the halls to torment the prisoners, sometimes into insanity.

He really would like to just curse them.

And the minister, too, while he was at it.

But he couldn't, because he was stuck in Azkaban with no way out.

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