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2. The Azkaban Asylum

The Azkaban Asylum was a collection of large buildings, clearly divided in sections, the most prominent being the girls' wing and the boys' wing. The teachers slept in a cluster of rooms between both wings. The fences were four metres high, with barbed wire at the top and made of solid stone. It radiated wealth and prestige and the stolen childhoods of many teenagers. Azkaban was only for fifteen to eighteen year olds, the very years that changed someone from a child to an adult.

The skies were chilly and grey, despite the fact that it was nearing June and should have now been a beautiful and clear blue day. Maybe even the weather disagreed with what was about to happen. Out in the yard, the stretch of land that was somewhat a playground for the prisoners, was the only place, apart from lessons, where the different sexes could fraternise and mingle. Even so, there wasn't much "mingling". The boys still took territory of the left area and the girls owned the right. It was interesting, like watching animals on the Discovery Channel.

The gates made a tremendous noise as they opened and every single person looked up rather quickly. A resounding silence spread and the yard was now quiet, for once. They were gargantuan gates, like the sort of gates one would imagine guarded heaven and hell. In came four officers, dressed in their rudimentary and rather boring black uniform. They separated and made way for the group of seven that now came in. It was an interesting group of people.

For one, they looked snotty and stuck up. They were snotty and stuck up. The rich sort that rarely ever dumped their child off in Scotland for bad behaviour; the sort that seemed to let it slide rather than bring shame to the family. Which meant what the little boys had done must have been bad, must have really really bad.

Lily Evans automatically knew it was the two boys because they were handcuffed and walking at a leisurely pace. Evidently they had tried to run off. Evidently, they had been caught, cuffed and dragged off here. One of the officers barked something at the boy with the longish chin length hair and he barked back, sneering an arrogant and slightly deranged sneer. He definitely belonged here.

Lily stepped a little closer, ignoring Alice and Marlene who stood with her. She stepped closer until she was almost standing on the unmarked but obvious invisible line between the boys and girls. Now she could see them properly.

The boy who had sneered couldn't have been much older than her, maybe a few months? He was incredibly handsome and Lily felt herself blush. She was tempted to duck her head in shame but avoided it. He had piercing eyes and a faint but delicious tan on his skin, a lot like the boy besides him. The other boy was wearing glasses, and had a pretentious grin on his face. His eyes were just as beautiful, with the flicks of gold and brown and green. His skin was a little tanned too. Lily thought they were both rather gorgeous, but they seemed rather bigheaded.

She knew immediately which parents belonged to which boy, and the smaller child standing near grey-eyes was definitely his younger brother. He couldn't have been older than six or seven. He was crying; proper full blown tears. His wails could be heard around the enormous yard. They rarely ever got a new guest, and when they did, it was an exhilarating and fun event. But getting two guests at the same time, who obviously knew each other? Getting two very handsome guests? Lily was baffled.

'P-please mother,' sobbed the child, clinging onto his brother. 'Don't m-make S-Sirius go, I'm b-begging y-you!'

The beautiful woman took her smaller son's hand and then turned to glare at the one Lily guessed must have been Sirius. Her son started shaking his head, barging the officer besides him rather roughly. 'Please mother, I'm begging you, don't do this, don't separate me and James from Reggie—'

She silenced him with a look. His mother watched him for a moment and then cupped his cheek. He was a head taller but he still seemed to cower away. 'You've hurt me Sirius. You've hurt me and I think to earn my trust, nine months here will be more than enough—'

'Like hell it will Aunty Wal! You can't do this to us! We haven't done anything!' James interjected, flinching when his own mother reached to touch his cheek. 'You'll regret this, I swear you will...'

'You can still change your mind,' Sirius whispered, stepping closer to his mother. But then an idea came to him and he turned to angrily face the guard he had barged. Lily recognised him as Slughorn; she had always liked Slughorn. 'Take these off ... now.' She couldn't see Sirius's expression but from the way Slughorn recoiled, it had to be scary. There was a jingle and a jangle and the cuffs came off. The officer did the same with James's cuffs.

Immediately, the small boy threw himself onto his brother. They held each other fiercely for a moment, ignoring the fact that there were dozens of officers watching and hundreds of inmates scrutinising. Sirius kissed his brother's cheek and lips and forehead, whispering words that Lily could not hear. This caused the boy (Regulus, she had heard) to wail louder, begging his mother and father. Begging and begging and begging. It hurt Lily.

You can't do this. You can't separate them! She wanted to scream to the beautiful and frightening woman standing beside the boys.

'Want to give Jamie a hug? Come on James; give my little brother a hug. He's deluded himself into thinking he'll miss you,' Sirius laughed, wiping his eyes hurriedly and standing up, but not before pressing another kiss to his smaller brother's forehead. 'I love you Regs,' he said.

'I love you more.'

James was the hazel eyed one. He flinched once again when his mother tried to touch him, and moved away towards the two grey eyed boys. James swept Regulus up into a hug and pressed a kiss to his forehead, lifting the boy easily and grinning. 'Gonna miss me Reggie?'

Regulus sniffed and nodded, wiping his eyes. 'A lot.'

'How much is a lot?'

'This much,' Regulus whispered, showing how much by putting his arms as far apart as he could. 'I love you Jamie.' The small boy murmured, kissing his surrogate brother's cheek and nuzzling his neck.

'Aw Reggie,' James breathed, exchanging more kisses. 'I love you more. And remember, what me and Sirius did is nothing for you to try. But ignore your mum and dad, ignore my mum and dad, and don't think for one moment that we're the bad guys, okay? Promise me you won't—'

'James Potter!' exclaimed Walburga, barging her son out of the way to stand face to face with James, despite the fact she was much shorter.

'Don't even speak to me Aunty Wal.' James hissed to her, turning away sharply and glaring at his parents. He threw an arm around Sirius's shoulders and smiled at his friend. 'Think of this,' he whispered, 'as a great adventure.'

'A great adventure.' Sirius repeated, nodding. 'Got it.'

'James...' Dorea whispered, stepping closer to her son. She put her hands on both boys' shoulders. 'I'm ... I'm s-so s-sorry; it'll a-all be ov-over s-sooner than y-y-you think.' She hiccupped.

'Sooner than I think?' James scoffed, a nasty and cruel expression flickering over his face. 'Nine months? All over in the blink of an eye? Is that what you think? You must be the one snorting coke then, if you really—'

'No, it was you who did that, which is why you're here! So don't talk to your mother like that,' James's father interjected, waving his finger and glaring at his son. 'Now, stop embarrassing yourself in front of everyone, shut up and follow the guards.'

There was a moment of silence, except for the whispering and the hissing from inmates around the yard. Then James laughed shortly. He bent down to press one more kiss to Regulus's forehead and then he turned away sharply, making way for the main office. He didn't pay any attention to his mother's sobs and his father's shouts, asking him to come back; he just walked.

Sirius stayed there, watching the retreating figure of his friend. He smiled softly to himself then looked down at his mother. There was a hair band wrapped around his wrist, and he tied his hair up into a miniscule ponytail. Sirius sighed as he watched his mother. Then he shrugged. 'Don't think we can't get drugs inside here—'

'Their rooms are checked every week Madam!' One of the officers said, Flitwick was his name. He shut up however when he saw Sirius's expression.

'Don't think for one second mother, that I can't get coke or weed or anything else. And this time, I might just die.'

Lily's jaw slacked and she watched him laugh in his mother's face. He looked a little mad. Actually, he looked really mad. His little ponytail was bobbing a little and his eyes looked like gems, glistening with madness. Then he turned to face his tiny little brother, who was watching him a little uneasily.

'Aw Reg, don't be like that. Don't look at me like that.' He squatted down until his face was level with his brother's. 'Do you love me?' he whispered so quietly, Lily was sure she was the only person who heard.

Regulus sniffed and nodded. 'Of course.'

'Then shut up and give me a kiss.'

The small boy looked up shyly and then giggled and kissed his brother quickly on the lips. They grinned at each other and Sirius cuffed him on the back of his head.

'See you in nine months then mum, dad, unless of course you come to visit me, which I doubt. Are you ... are you sure you want to do this?' He asked. There was a hint of a threat in his voice, and that deranged glint was back in his eyes.

'Yes.'

They regarded each other coldly for a moment, then he sighed sadly. 'You're going to regret this, I promise. You too Aunt Dory, Uncle Chuck, you'll all regret this.'

'Come on then Mr Black; let's get you changed into your uniform—'

'Fuck you!' Sirius snapped harshly, 'like hell am I wearing uniform.'

This time, it was Filch who stepped forward, the nastiest and meanest officer there was out of all the ones escorting Sirius. 'You can either do this the easy way,' he sneered, 'or the hard way, once again.'

'You and me, Reg,' Sirius said loudly, when his arms were forced behind him and cuffed. He was yanked by the collar and he felt tears form in his eyes. He beat them away furiously, only now noticing the hundreds of faces watching him. He gulped. And when he heard Regulus's crying start up again, he really did start crying himself.

The last thing he saw was his brother's red face, at least fifty metres away, standing between his mother and father, who wore nothing but stoic and slightly cold expressions. When Sirius got out of Azkaban Asylum, because he was getting out, no doubt about that, he was going to make sure his parents felt the pain he was feeling right now.

That heartbreaking, gut wrenching, eye watering pain that cascaded over him, like a waterfall. He gasped and let Filch drag him into the main officer reception. He was thrown into the seat next to James, who had been handcuffed too.

'Don't cry Paddy,' James said, nudging him with his elbow. 'We're—'

'— getting out. I know. There's no other option. We're getting out. And we're going to make my parents pay.' He seethed. His mouth felt drier than ever. Sirius swallowed around the lump forming in his throat. His breathing hitched in his throat and before he could cry, a woman walked past.

She couldn't have been older than thirty. Her hair was a golden blonde, her skin was a cream white and she was reasonably pretty. Her eyes met Sirius's but she turned away, only to look back at him. Most people did that. They were shocked that someone could be so handsome. He grinned at her. His eyes were sparkly with tears and his nose was a little red; the ponytail had come loose and strands were cradling his face – Sirius himself thought he looked quite hot.

She could be interesting. He saw the label "Doctor" on her jacket and he grinned once more. She could be very, very interesting. He was dragged off first to the closest room, maybe the size of a shoe cupboard. They snapped pictures of him, weighed him and measured him. And through the whole little affair, Sirius couldn't keep that same smile off his face. Doctor.

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James looked down at his body. The uniform was hideous. It consisted of grey trousers, a white vest and a grey short sleeved shirt over it. The uniform was more than hideous.

'Are you joking?' He said, looking at his friend and then the officer and then back at his friend. Well, Sirius could pull off any colour, especially grey. James on the other hand...

'Don't you have something that isn't in grey, or perhaps a nicer material? This feels like shit.' He said to Filch.

The man was hideous too. He was white, but not with an attractive sort of creamy coloured skin shade, but instead a pinkish grey. His hair was greasy and limp and hung in strands past his shoulders. His eyes were bloodshot and he had a chipped tooth. He grinned a little deliriously at James. 'Sorry rich boy, that's all we got.' He sniggered.

James put his glasses back on and ran a hand through his hair. He gulped and turned to face his best friend. Sirius was watching him in a way that made James feel uneasy.

'Paddy?' He asked, raising an eyebrow.

'I'm sorry.'

'What on earth for, mate?'

Sirius buried his face in his hands and shrugged, shaking his head. When he looked back up his face was red. 'It was my idea that night to do coke and—'

'I have a brain of my own. Who cares if it was your idea? Look, they put us in here, but they can't keep us here, can they?' James said, hurrying over to his friend and embracing him.

'They think they can.' Sirius replied, a small smile spreading on his face. 'I can't wait until we get out of here,' he whispered the last sentence, despite the fact that Filch had gone to get them their shoes. 'We're paying my parents a visit first you know. I need to show my mum and dad just how angry I am.'

'Of course.' James said abruptly. 'In fact, I feel like robbing them of all their money, or as much money as I can get my hands on. It's my money really, come to think of it.'

'I'm going to kidnap Regulus, take him away and raise him the way he should be raised. They'll fuck him up, just like they fucked me up.'

Filch hurried into the room and upon seeing both boys embracing, he sneered. James barked. 'Shut up you ugly prick.'

Filch didn't scowl or bark or even insult James back. He just grinned harder and harder, until they could see each and every single one of his battered, yellowing teeth.

'In here,' he whispered, stepping closer to them, 'I'm the boss.' Then he pulled out some long sort of stick, the same colour as his uniform, and hit James hard on the leg with it. The bespectacled boy didn't scream or whimper; he just closed his eyes and breathed in as clearly as he could.

You see, James was good at controlling his anger, unlike Sirius. If it had been him, he would have hit Filch back, or maybe even beaten him up. 'I'm,' the ugly officer said once again, 'the boss ... Flitwick, Slughorn, Murphy, come on, hurry up! We need to get the boys to their rooms!'

Slughorn had a friendly face, as did Flitwick. Slughorn was maybe twice the size of Sirius, but at least half a head shorter. Flickwick was the complete opposite, he was half the size of Sirius and maybe two heads shorter.

'Come on then boys, let's give you a tour and then allocate you to your rooms.' Slughorn said, taking out his keys and ushering them out. For all the money Warden Dumbledore was given, he clearly did not put much of it into the Officer's Block. The walls were cracking and the tiles were peeling; it was really quite ugly to look at.

The main hall however, was a completely different story. It was enormous and had rows of chairs upon rows of chairs set out before the enormous screen at the front of the room. Then they were shown the library; modern, neat and packed with students. The library had more integration between the genders than the yard did.

The canteen was filled to the brim with inmates. They were in the middle of eating their lunch; sandwiches with different fillings and a small pot of jelly. Though it was still a little noisy, everyone looked up at James and Sirius, wondering what on earth the handsome rich boys had done to get sent here? Well, James thought, let them guess. He had always liked attention.

He turned to Sirius to elbow him, only to find that his friend was in the middle of something. Sirius was making eyes at a pretty light brown skinned girl, not far from him. Oh no. He had found his next target. James knew how this would end, tears and probably a taken virginity, unless she was of course, not a virgin. The girl blushed bright red and looked away, only to look back. James looked around and saw that it was once again, separated into girls and boys.

He wouldn't have any of this jiff-jaff if he was expected to stay here for nine months. The canteen was a bit like the gates, enormous and a radiation of wealth and prestige. The windows had to be a metre in diameter, overlooking the splendid view of the gardens.

He turned back to scrutinise the students, ignoring what Slughorn was saying. Many of the boys were giving him nasty looks, as if they already knew who he was. They probably did. His family featured in a lot of newspapers, magazines and his father even appeared on TV a few times. They most certainly knew who Sirius was, being the son of a world renounced model and a part time model himself as well as having a father descended from lordship.

There were one group of boys who gave James the dirtiest look, laughing at something and then doing the whole silly process all over again.

He elbowed Sirius, who seemed to have given up on the idea of having sex today with the girl. 'Don't freak out and go on a rampage, but some ugly little fuckers are looking us and not in the way I like.'

'Rampage Prongs,' Sirius said, glaring back at them hotly. 'I would never...'

He decided the one he liked least was the one with long greasy black hair, a hooked nose and eyes the colour of coal. He decided he didn't like that one very much at all.

The girls' wing, as well as the staff block, were the only places they weren't allowed to go. But they never paid heed to silly little rules like those. Right now, they were to be escorted to their rooms and would be picked up in an hour to go down to the yard and spend some time getting to know people and investigate for themselves.

'Where are James and I staying then?' Sirius asked Slughorn, whom he was now liking more and more. The man seemed to be a pushover, which could prove useful in the future.

'James and you?' Slughorn asked and then he laughed, shaking his head. 'Oh son, you're not going to share a room together. Otherwise what's the point of you coming here? Your parents Sirius specifically asked for you not to be paired up with James. Now, you Sirius will be staying in the east quarter of the boys' wing, on the second floor. And you James are going to stay in the west quarter of the third floor. Come on then Sirius, we'll go to yours because it's closer.'

They refused, however, to move. 'We're not going to be together?' Sirius whispered, his teeth clenched. He breathed in and out, but his body continued to tremble with anger. How could his parents do this to him? Oh, but of course, if they could dump him here they could do anything. They were ruthless. The image of Regulus flickered through Sirius's mind and he frowned.

'At your parents' wishes, no you—'

'But we have to!' James exclaimed, baring his teeth and stepping forward in front of Sirius. 'No one can control him like I can. What if ... what if he doesn't like his roommate? What if he beats the fuck out of the poor guy? What then?'

'That's a risk I'm being forced to take. Look, you'll see each other at mealtimes, out on the yard, in lessons, seeing as your both sixteen it's obligatory, and of course, free time. It'll be like nothing has changed really.'

But Sirius didn't hear a word; he was too busy trying to control the raging beast inside him. He bit his lip, closed his eyes and tried to unclench his hands, but they remained balled anyway. James recognised that look and threw an arm around his friend's shoulders.

'See? He'll go mental, and then the only person you'll have to blame is yourself, and those fucking bastards we call our parents!'

'See here Sirius, if you petition to Warden Dumbledore, he could override your parents' word and have you moved in with your friend—'

Slughorn was interrupted when Sirius roughly barged him, moving away as far as he could. 'You touch me and I'll fucking break your neck, I'm not staying with anyone other than James, not anyone.' He seethed, his eyes bulging in that deranged manner James had come to accept and even love, and his fists balling once again.

Slughorn took off his walkie-talkie and spoke directly into it. 'I'm in centre first, could you send backup please, we're having a little ... mishap with Mr Black.'

Sirius was about to throw himself onto Slughorn and rip off those pointy and annoying ears when James's arms wrapped around him. He held Sirius down for a minute, until his friend stopped moving and writhing and cursing. 'Calm down Padfoot, it'll be alright. We'll petition to Dumbledore, okay? We'll get roomed together. But you don't want them to put you in – what did you call that room before?'

'Isolation.' Slughorn panted, his heart still beating furiously fast despite the fact that Sirius Black wasn't going to attack him anymore.

'They'll put you in Isolation if you carry on this way mate, stop, please.' James's voice broke on the last word and he shook his head, biting his lip hard. 'I promise, I'll try ... I'll try and get moved okay?'

Sirius deliberated and then nodded. 'Okay, okay, but ... who's my roomy?' He asked.

'A boy called Peter Pettigrew,' Slughorn said, just as Flitwick came, followed by an enormous man called Hagrid. Despite the fact that he could crush Sirius in a heartbeat, he seemed awfully friendly. He was white, but had tanned darkish skin. His hair was long and incredibly bushy, as was his beard. He seemed ever so friendly.

'Come on then boys.' Flitwick said. 'Hurry up! Where's Black situated?' He asked.

'East second. Potter's in west third. I think me and Flitwick should take Black, and you Hagrid can take Potter.'

Hagrid grinned and clapped his hands together. 'Fin' by me.' James couldn't quite place his accent but he decided he automatically liked it. 'Come on Potter, we're goin' west third.'

'I'll see you in a bit, I promise,' James vowed to Sirius, crossing his fingers on both hands and showing them to Sirius, their little "vow" sign. Sirius signed and nodded, watching James disappear down the corridor.

'Come on then Black, let's get a move on,' Flitwick said. Though he wasn't horrid, he was strict and curt. Sirius wasn't sure what to make of him. He dusted his clothes and nodded, breathing in and out. He stood between them and walked at a leisurely pace. As he passed the toilets, he caught sight of those same boys again, two white ones, a black one and a Chinese one. They were smirking at him as they watched Slughorn urge Sirius to walk faster.

'Who're they?' Sirius asked quietly, nodding his head to the group of boys.

'Oh,' Slughorn said, shrugging, 'them. The one with the longish black hair in Severus Snape, the other white one is Emmett Avery, the black boy is Jackson Mulciber, and the Chinese one is Tyler Macnair. They're nasty boys, so I'd stay away from them if I was you.'

Sirius smiled dazzlingly at them, then his expression turned into a nasty sneer. He let the madness boiling under his skin rise to the surface, and with a satisfied laugh, he watched Macnair and Avery flinch. But Snape and Mulciber didn't. They simply raised an eyebrow, apparently unimpressed.

Well then, Sirius thought, I'm going to have to do something to impress them.

'And we're here. You're not given a key, but the rooms are locked at ten o'clock. You have to be in your room by half nine, regardless of your age.' Flitwick said. He paused in front of door 2E.7 (second floor, east wing, room seven) and knocked hard three times. 'We're coming in Pettigrew.' He called loudly before throwing the door open.

The room was larger than Sirius anticipated. There were two single beds, one in the left neatly made. There were large cabinets beside the beds. The wardrobes were in the corner of the room, but they weren't very big. The floor was a dark blue carpet and the walls were a greyish white. It was a bland and boring room. The only thing Sirius liked was the large window overlooking the pretty gardens.

He noticed, finally, the small boy sitting on the bed reading a comic book.

'Who's he?' Pettigrew asked.

'Say that nicely Peter. This is your new roommate, Sirius Black. You're going to be kind to him, aren't you?'

Sirius stepped closer, until he was less than a foot away from Peter. 'Aren't you Peter?' He sneered coldly. Then Sirius stepped away and laughed loudly, throwing himself onto the bed.

'Not a bad room...' he said to Slughorn, smirking when the older man gulped. 'Not bad at all.'


A/N: We've met some more characters; Lily, Peter, Snape, Slughorn.

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