God this has taken me a long time to type up. I'm, sorry for the wait. Hope the chapter is worth it.

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Spells are underlined

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On a windswept forsaken island, far from the west coast of Scotland lay a barbaric fortress. Once standing proud, its walls were dying from slow decay and it was becoming as soulless as it's evil wardens. Amidst the endless dank smell of mould and the relentless drip drip drip down the walls, like blood oozing out of an untreated wound, were prisoners. Outcasts of the civilised world. Most imprisoned for barbaric crimes to cruel to mention in refined conversation; they had all of the happiness and joy extricated from them, leaving them only with the twin evils of fear and despair to keep them company. Among the maelstrom of soul-suckers, torturers and murderers lay a man, a gaunt skeleton with no remnants of the handsome, confident man he had once been. Wrongly imprisoned for murder and the betrayal of his best friend, his blood-brother, Sirius Black lay, as it entered the tenth year of his sentence.

He tried in vain to remember days gone by, good times, when he and his fellow rule-breakers, the Marauders, had ruled the school. But it proved futile. Instead painful memories ran through his head.

Remus, unconscious on a bed in the hospital wing after a harsh full moon. Peter blowing the street apart. The scorn and derision on his housemates faces after the docking of house-points which he received, following the willow incident. James' dead body lying crumpled at the bottom of the stairs, eyes open wide in accusation.

I'm sorry. I'm so very sorry. Forgive me. Please forgive me.

The ache in his chest had begun again, as if he had taken a bludger to the heart repeatedly, and it kept hitting the same spot until the pain made his eyes water, and his throat constrict. Accustomed to it now, Sirius just sat and waited for the pain to fade. As usual it did. And that hurt all the more, further crushing his broken, grieving heart.

It was then that he noticed the excitement of the Dementors. Assuming that another prisoner was on their death bed, Sirius unfolded his long legs and went to stand by the window, if it could be called such, in his door. Then Sirius noticed the difference in the Dementor's attitude, and that the excitement would have been more accurately described as agitation. Craning his head to the left, he was able to locate the source of the Dementor's discomfort and reason of their fleeing. Coming along the corridor, was a large glowing, silvery figure. A patronus, it took the form of a Griffon, and yet it appeared to have no creator.

Sirius stepped rapidly back, as it halted outside his door. It peered at him inquisitively, before holding up one of its talons and emitting a white glow which flew to the end of the corridor. Then the griffon resumed it's true form. Emerald met pewter as Sirius gazed into the eyes of his rescuer.

'Rosch' he breathed. With a sharp stab to the heart, he remembered the last time he saw her.

'Siri. Siri.' Wind was knocked out of him by a fiery headed juggernaut.

'Hello flower.'

Where've you been. Iv'e not seen you in aaaaaaaaaaaages.

'Aah did you miss me?' Sirius replied as he picked his goddaughter up and swung her round, before throwing her onto the sofa and proceeding to tickle her mercilessly, until breathless, red-faced, with chubby legs waving round in the air, she begged for him to stop. Chuckling, Sirius complied and collapsed into a seat next to a smiling James, who clasped his hand in their age-old greeting.

'Now honey, it's time for bed.' Sola, Rosch's mother, swept in and scooped her daughter up. Well tried to.

'No. I want to stay with Siri and James.' Rosch started to pout in a way which nearly always got her way.

'It's late' Sola sighed turning to the two men for help, which was given.

'It is late.'

'Yeah, and you have to go to bed now, if you want to be up for Halloween tomorrow.' James comment did the trick. Scuttling upt o them, she gave them both a sticky kiss on the cheek and then ran for the stairs. Half way up, she paused. 'I will see you tomorrow won't I.

'Course you will'

'Sure thing, Rosie.'

Sirius couldn't help but wince at the memory. That was the last time she had ever seen James. They were planning on bringing Harry round to Sola's home for a private Halloween party. She never even got to say goodbye to him. At the sad look on her face, it was clear that Rosch was thinking of the same night. Oushing the thought form his mind, Sirius spoke.

'What are you doing here?'

'Getting you out of course. I mean it's not as if I'd want to come here for no reason. Roto.' The lock snapped. 'Now let's move. The light shield won't hold them forever.'

They began to run, Sirius chastising his goddaughter as they moved.

'Bloody idiot. You know how deadly a Dementor can be to a fairy-

'Pish tush.'

'- And people won't like it-'

'Since when has that bothered me?'

'- and it's breaking the law.'

Rosch snorted, 'It's not as if it hasn't happened before.'

Sirius halted in surprise, before his hand was seized by Rosch, and he was dragged off down the hall. Their pace increased to a sprint as they felt the shield collapse, and the residual cold which symbolised a Dementor's presence raise goosebumps along their flesh and cause their breath to mist in front them. Coming onto the crumbling battlements, both threw themselves into the sea; transforming as they went. One, into a shaggy black dog. The other into a red setter. Ignoring the strong pull of the currents, and the fury of the fearsome guards of Azkaban, they both swam for freedom.