Title: Chains
Author: Airam
Author E-mail: siriusblack012@hotmail.com
Category: Angst
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: None
Summary: Sirius is in Azkaban…lamenting. Gee who would have thought? But
then again, my Sirius is in Chains!
Author's Notes: I would just like to
thank my absolutely wonderful Beta, Cathy (Aka Jive), and my friend Kate.
And…uh…that's it! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own the one and only character in this story. He is
divvied up into parts by JK Rowling, Bloomsbury, and other places, I think.
They also own the character's situation. I am not making any money off this
story and I don't intend copyright infringement. Thank you!
Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.
Breathe.
It's all I can do to dim the constant clatter of the chains. Chains surround me. They have me caught and wrapped as though in a spider's web. Manacles on my ankles, and chains running up my body. Manacles on my wrists, linked to the ankles through the very same chains. Iron around my neck. Chained to the wall. Around my waist. Resting on my hips, bruising them, punishing them for crimes they never committed. Innocent hips.
You'll never realize how heavy chains can feel, even when resting on the ground. They grind into you. Press on you. You can feel your pulse beneath them and you could go crazy just trying to rip them off. Maybe that's how they go crazy in this place. It isn't the monsters that float outside my door. It's the chains. The chains that cover me, that pin me to the stones.
"Chains."
The word isn't onomatopoeic but as I whisper it, it seems to demonstrate the harshness that it inflicts. Saying the word-chains-it brings about thoughts of dirty, erotic, men and women, or quivering slaves under the tyrants scourge. But not of me. Not of a young man, blue eyes, laughter, happiness. How do chains fit into that picture? My picture.
I was no stranger to chains. I saw those poor unfortunates they dragged into headquarters, bound head to foot, and those glowing red chains wrapped around their wand arms, burning their skin black. I could still smell them burning. I helped them out of those chains. I was their good cop. Helped them out only to put them back in.
I never thought it would be me in the chains. They never sent a "Good Cop" in to question me though. I was no young tramp. At twenty-one I was a real menace to society. And what to do with me but put me in chains? Well I must say nobody argued that call. No appeals to that decision. No one offered to argue my case. No one but me, and as the accused, my cries were, of course, unheeded.
But I can't blame them, look at the situation they were in. They had to make an example to all the up-and-coming baddie wannabe's. And why not use me? There's only one person I blame, one person I would have take my place in these chains. It will happen, sooner or later. If no one realizes it on their own then I'll just have to give them some help.
Until then, I'll be here. In chains. It's a hell of a punishment, but they're not going to break me.