The coldness was too much. The darkness was overwhelming. Sirius Black thought that everything was unfair. He shivered and curled up tighter against the wall. He thought about what had happened the night of his best friends' deaths.
He regretted going after Peter instead of staying with Harry. Sirius did not want to think about what Harry could be going through. He knew that Harry was not with the Longbottoms. Sirius heard of their deaths a few years back. He thought that Harry might be with Dursleys. His heart sunk as he thought of that option.
He remembered Petunia's hatred and jealousy of anything remotely magical. Hopefully, Harry was with a nice wizarding family, or even Snape. Snape would be better than the Dursleys.
Sirius shook his head. Albus would not let Harry anywhere near them. He was not stupid.
The room turned dark. Shadows covered the walls and the temperature dropped. His lungs tightened and he curled into himself more. He was not ready to give up. The Dementor was getting closer. He would not give up. Harry needed him.
The air was icy and the shadows deepened. How old was Harry now? Nine, ten? He would be off to Hogwarts soon.
Sirius saw the Dementor's face. He pushed away the images and sounds of screams and things he did not want to think about.
He would stay in this darkness for a bit longer. Then, he would escape.