The Princess and The Mutt
Chapter 1
Hey guys, back again. I thought this time I would try a Sirius fanfic. The beauty of is that she leaves so much room for development for each character. Please R&R to clue me in to how you feel. Enjoy!
They were coming for him and he knew it. The air was turning colder and the sky had changed from a fiery orange sunset to an inky violent blue. The desperate man began to run as all lights, artificial and real were extinguished, terrified of his impending doom. Should he turn into his dog form? Too late. The Dementors were here.
"Nooo!" Sirius howled as one of the cloaked monsters swooped over him. "Expecto… E-Expecto…" What was the point? He had no happy memories left. Two of his dear friends were dead, one thought he had murdered them and the other had betrayed them all. Sirius' last thoughts before he blacked out were that he would make Pettigrew pay.
Sirius awoke in a cold sweat. The sliver of light from the moon shining down through the barred window was the only light in the murky gloom. Sirius looked about and realised he had been dreaming again. Dreaming of his last day of freedom. It was always the same, every night. Sirius would dream he was with his friends, James, Lily, Remus and even Peter, sometimes they would be in the library or sometimes having a picnic by the lake. But it would always end the same, Sirius would end alone and running as the Dementors closed in on him. Each time before Sirius fell asleep, he would pray that he would miraculously wake up at Hogwarts with James and Moony in their Gryffindor Dorm once more. No such luck. Sirius lay back against the rock hard bed and thought of what he would do just to feel the welcoming warmth of the Gryffindor common room fire once more. Unfortunately Azkaban was a freezing dismal, place, home to criminal wizards and heartless Dementors. A shiver wracked through him as a Dementor glided past his window.
"Who's there?" He barked as a shadow fell over his door. He couldn't see the face of the person and instinctively began to growl.
"Shut it Black!" He heard a guard bellow back at him. A younger, freer Sirius would have retorted but, this older, more haggard Wizard had lost all sense of retaliation and resistance. The guard grunted as something large was thrown unceremoniously beside him.
"You two play nice now." The guard threw Black a sneer before locking the door to his cell once more.
Sirius glared at the crumpled heap. In his eleven years in Azkaban they had only paired him with someone once. It hadn't ended well so the new arrival had come as a surprise. The figure wasn't moving and Black eyed it warily. Maybe they were dead, Sirius thought ruefully. He didn't take the chance as he pulled the blanket around himself once more. He wouldn't sleep tonight, he couldn't afford that luxury.