Disclaimer: I in no way shape or form own any of the Harry Potter characters or settings.

A/N: This plot idea was a prompt for a fanfic contest.

I am sorry for the weird formatting I wrote it on my iPod.

Sirius sat against the wall in the corner of his cell, it was dark and cold

and a cloud of never ending depression hung in the air. Sirius could hear

screaming coming from another cell nearby, this wasn't unusual in Azkaban. The

screaming continued for several minutes before ebbing off to a low agonizing

moan. Sirius closed his eyes and fell into a restless sleep with the moaning

being his lullaby.

He was standing on a pile of dead bodies and there was laughing coming from a

source he couldn't see. He had a wand. He could feel the cool wood in his hand.

He rolled it in his hand. It felt good. His surroundings were dark and blurred

but he was able to make out a squat figure in the distance. As the figure came

into view he could see that it was a mousey man in a pin-striped suit.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!" Yelled Sirius.

Sirius snapped out of his dream. It was a dream he often had. He shook the

dream from him much like a dog would shake off water and pulled himself up to

his feet. He shuffled over to the bars of his cell, it was almost meal time -or

he thought it might be- it was really hard to tell time of day when it was pitch

as night from dawn till dusk and all the hours inbetween.

Pretty soon a bright light could be seen coming down the corridor of cells. In

the middle of the bright light stood a wizard, and in his hands were stacked a

pile of trays, much like the trays muggles receive on airplanes. As the wizard

approached Sirius's cell a small slot open and as the wizard passed a tray was

shoved through the slot and clattered onto the cell floor. Sirius stooped and

collected his meal. He unwrapped and started to gnaw away at the stale bread and

tough piece of some sort of root. When the last morsal of foot was gone the tray

vanished.

Sirius went back the the far corner, some hay had appeared there, it smelled

wet and moldy. Sirius lay down on the hay and once again fell into the dream of

dead bodies and the man in the pin-striped suit. He didn't have hope anymore of

getting his revenge but the dream kept him alive, kept his soul from not being

consumed by the darkness.