Notes: Okay. This is my first HP fic. Up til now, I've been writing Star Wars fics which I got
bored of. This takes places during the 3rd and 4th books and takes a few liberties. Everything you
know doesn't belong to me, belongs to the magical author herself: J.K. Rowling.
Fugitive Dog
Chapter 1: The Escape
Sirius looked around, sensing the time was now.
"Pettigrew, I will kill you. I will kill you..."
The dementors sensed a madness but took it for noting. They could care less. They thrived on insanity,
and lived off fear. They enjoyed the fear and madness reverberating off the walls of Azkaban. They
knew not of Pettigrew or even why Sirius was put in Azkaban. They just wanted his life force. It was
getting to be in such short supply lately.
Sirius had no idea what he was doing when he transformed into the dog, the newspaper in his jaws.
He squeezed through the bars, feeling his ribs rub against the bars. He hardly noticed, his obsession
of innocence taking over him. The Dementors turned to feel in his cell for the missing life force
and gave a horrible shriek when they realized hehad gone. There was no body, no life, no Sirius.
The dog could hear dementors following his life force through the halls, knocking over trays of
bread and water, shrieking and screaming, calling others to the chase. Sirius reached a dead end.
Above was a window, and below that was roaring waves and cold, silent water that broke upon rocks.
Sirius felt the cold, heard the rasping breaths. He had one chance, he spit the newspaper at the
oncoming offense and jumped arms sprawled as he let out a bloodcurdling howl. He fell upon the water,
blessing the rock-free area.
He recovered himself by sitting on a rock that jutted out from the surface of the water near his
splashdown. Then, his mind set, he swam off to England, 50 miles away...