The Newcomer of Azkaban
By: KyleGranger342
Summary: The story of Sirius' time at Azkaban.
Chapter 1: Enjoy Your Stay
The sound of the Muggle cars were whooshing past the magical truck he was sitting in. A tear trickled down his cheek. It wasn't me! It wasn't, he thought. He brought his hands up to his face and wiped the tear. The truck began shifting side to side causing Azkaban's newest prisoner to fall of the bench he had set him self upon. He screamed at the top of his lungs.
A slam came from the wall behind him. "Shut up, Black," said a deep voice, "or the Dementors will be having alittle fun right when we arrive.
The man raised himself back onto the bench. So many things were rushing to his head. How could he betray them? How could tell him their location? Why did they die? WHY? He thought. The man felt like he was riding in the Knight Bus. It was just like it. Being thrown around and such.
"Almost there Black," said the deep voice of the driver. Black got off the bench and crawled over to the wall where the voice was coming from.
"Please, you have to believe me," Sirius said, pounding on the wall, "I didn't do it. I didn't. I wouldn't ever." A tear ran down his face once more.
"Black, if you keep it up, the Dementors will be quite happy to see you right away."
He moved away from the wall and fell to the floor. A headache was beginning to form. So much has happened in one night: He was convicted of murdering a large sum of people, his best friend and his wife were murdered, he was going to the wizard prison. No more could possibly happen. This has become the worst day of his life.
The truck came to a halt, causing Black to slide towards the door and hit is head. The door opened. He looked up and found two men reaching to grab him. His eyes traveled back and forth from hit his head against the door. Everything appeared as a blur. He felt two sets of hands grip each arm and he began to move from the vehicle.
His eyes began to become clear. He looked around to find a large dull building in front of him. Dead trees surrounded the building with icicles upon them. The building also had a large amount of windows that were covered with bars.
In front of him was a line of creatures on both sides of him, like a fence, so he couldn't escape. These creatures were very hard to make out because of their dark color. By the looks of them, they were tall and floating feet above the ground. If he hadn't have hit his head so hard and not be so dumbstruck, he probably could figure out what they are. The men griping his arms tightly were dragging his towards a doorway, now coming close. They entered a room that was very long and bright. Desks stood along the sides as well as hallways, which were very dark. The men dragged him over to a one of the first few desks along his right. A man sat there looking at a piece of parchment. He looked up to see the three men and shook at the sight of the middle one.
"Er . . . Black, Sirius?" the man said in his squeaky voice.
"Yeah, this s' him," the man to his left said. "Here's his wand." He lengthened his arm and handed the man a dark wooden stick.
"Er . . . Thank you," he said taking the wand from his hand. He reached into his desk and pulled out a long skinny box. He opened it and placed the now deadly weapon within it, closed it, and locked it. "Well, could you follow me please?" He turned on his heal and began walking down one of the many dark hallways. Sirius Black could now feel a difference in terrain when he was taken into this room. It went from a rough old carpet to a cold stone ground.
The room slowly began echoing with the screaming of the men that were locked behind steel bars. The only light that was in the room was from the half moon out the windows.
"We will have to climb three flights," said the squeaky voiced man leading them. They turned left towards a stairway leading up a far way. Sirius' knees were beginning to bleed as they walked up there. Once they reached their destination, they turned and began walked to the left, all the way to the end of the row. As they came close to it, the steel bars moved aside to let them in. The two men at Sirius' sides threw him in.
"Someone will be back later to speak to you Mr. Black," said the squeaky voiced man. The three men turned and left. Sirius could hear one of the men say, "Enjoy your stay." Then the two men began to laugh.
Sirius was lying on the dusty floor. He found the strength to push himself up as he crawled towards a corner in the cell. A window was next to him with moonlight spilling through. A small toilet was in the corner on the other side of the window. Outside the cell, was a wall making up half of his view and the giant criminal filled room on the other. On the side of the wall, his left, was a hallway lighten by a single torch.
A tear ran down his face. I didn't do anything.
By: KyleGranger342
Summary: The story of Sirius' time at Azkaban.
Chapter 1: Enjoy Your Stay
The sound of the Muggle cars were whooshing past the magical truck he was sitting in. A tear trickled down his cheek. It wasn't me! It wasn't, he thought. He brought his hands up to his face and wiped the tear. The truck began shifting side to side causing Azkaban's newest prisoner to fall of the bench he had set him self upon. He screamed at the top of his lungs.
A slam came from the wall behind him. "Shut up, Black," said a deep voice, "or the Dementors will be having alittle fun right when we arrive.
The man raised himself back onto the bench. So many things were rushing to his head. How could he betray them? How could tell him their location? Why did they die? WHY? He thought. The man felt like he was riding in the Knight Bus. It was just like it. Being thrown around and such.
"Almost there Black," said the deep voice of the driver. Black got off the bench and crawled over to the wall where the voice was coming from.
"Please, you have to believe me," Sirius said, pounding on the wall, "I didn't do it. I didn't. I wouldn't ever." A tear ran down his face once more.
"Black, if you keep it up, the Dementors will be quite happy to see you right away."
He moved away from the wall and fell to the floor. A headache was beginning to form. So much has happened in one night: He was convicted of murdering a large sum of people, his best friend and his wife were murdered, he was going to the wizard prison. No more could possibly happen. This has become the worst day of his life.
The truck came to a halt, causing Black to slide towards the door and hit is head. The door opened. He looked up and found two men reaching to grab him. His eyes traveled back and forth from hit his head against the door. Everything appeared as a blur. He felt two sets of hands grip each arm and he began to move from the vehicle.
His eyes began to become clear. He looked around to find a large dull building in front of him. Dead trees surrounded the building with icicles upon them. The building also had a large amount of windows that were covered with bars.
In front of him was a line of creatures on both sides of him, like a fence, so he couldn't escape. These creatures were very hard to make out because of their dark color. By the looks of them, they were tall and floating feet above the ground. If he hadn't have hit his head so hard and not be so dumbstruck, he probably could figure out what they are. The men griping his arms tightly were dragging his towards a doorway, now coming close. They entered a room that was very long and bright. Desks stood along the sides as well as hallways, which were very dark. The men dragged him over to a one of the first few desks along his right. A man sat there looking at a piece of parchment. He looked up to see the three men and shook at the sight of the middle one.
"Er . . . Black, Sirius?" the man said in his squeaky voice.
"Yeah, this s' him," the man to his left said. "Here's his wand." He lengthened his arm and handed the man a dark wooden stick.
"Er . . . Thank you," he said taking the wand from his hand. He reached into his desk and pulled out a long skinny box. He opened it and placed the now deadly weapon within it, closed it, and locked it. "Well, could you follow me please?" He turned on his heal and began walking down one of the many dark hallways. Sirius Black could now feel a difference in terrain when he was taken into this room. It went from a rough old carpet to a cold stone ground.
The room slowly began echoing with the screaming of the men that were locked behind steel bars. The only light that was in the room was from the half moon out the windows.
"We will have to climb three flights," said the squeaky voiced man leading them. They turned left towards a stairway leading up a far way. Sirius' knees were beginning to bleed as they walked up there. Once they reached their destination, they turned and began walked to the left, all the way to the end of the row. As they came close to it, the steel bars moved aside to let them in. The two men at Sirius' sides threw him in.
"Someone will be back later to speak to you Mr. Black," said the squeaky voiced man. The three men turned and left. Sirius could hear one of the men say, "Enjoy your stay." Then the two men began to laugh.
Sirius was lying on the dusty floor. He found the strength to push himself up as he crawled towards a corner in the cell. A window was next to him with moonlight spilling through. A small toilet was in the corner on the other side of the window. Outside the cell, was a wall making up half of his view and the giant criminal filled room on the other. On the side of the wall, his left, was a hallway lighten by a single torch.
A tear ran down his face. I didn't do anything.