Trapped

Sirius paced back back and forth. He was fed up with being holed up at Number Twelve Grimmould Place, he wanted to get out and be of use. Being a wanted fugitive did nothing to help matters. There was nothing he could do about it. Everyone had something to do accept him, all of the Order member has their jobs and the order business. Harry and his friends were away at Hogwarts learning, Harry had even started a secret group so that students would still be learn defense despite the Ministry and it's hag they had teaching there, Umbridge.

Sometimes he even wished that he could be back in school, even though that wasn't something he was really into. Just the thought of doing something. It wasn't even the longing to be back in his school days with James and Remus and living a carefree life that drove him. He could care less where he went right now just as long as it got him out of the house. Anything for a little freedom. He'd would even accept fifty detentions if got him out of there.

Time passed so slow there, almost as slow as it did when he was in Azkaban. It almost like he was back there, constantly thinking about all the mistakes he made, Peter's betrayal, of everything including the time he had spent in Azkaban. It only continued to depress him as he was constantly comparing the two. With the cold darkness that permeated the house, he constantly wondered if there was a Dementor around.

The place was suffocating him and he could do nothing about it. He would rather die than be there, at least then he would have done something.

He heard footsteps rushing up to the room. He didn't turn towards the door, he already knew who it was there was only one person who knew where he was hiding. The door opened, and he heard panting from the person behind. That caught his attention he turned around, and spotted exactly who expected, accept that Remus' face was creased in worry. He was immediately put on high alert.

"What is it? What happened? Is it Harry? What is going on?"

Remus nodded his head, trying to catch his breath. Sirius froze, it was Harry, but what was it?

"Voldemort," gasped out Remus.

"What about him?" asked a frantic Sirius.

"He loured Harry to the Department of Mysteries. Harry thinks you there, held prisoner. He went to rescue you."

Without another word Sirius rushed out of the room, and down to the kitchen. Several other order members had already arrived. He waited impatiently for them to leave, returning to his pacing. This time it was a lot more agitated. He started to count silently in his trying to calm himself down. It did nothing to help.

Finally the last person arrived, Dumbledore, and with one look around they were on their way. He knew that after this he would no longer be trapped.