Azkaban Inmates

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Year: 1982

"No, no, no, please." I heard Sirius moan. It made me wake up with a start. I looked to see him on the floor with his bony fingers clutching dirty, tangled, raven curls. He accidently morphed back into his human form in his sleep. That is the third time he's done that. I stretched and got out of the corner. Then I walked a few steps so I could stand on the edge of the mattress and paw at Sirius.

"James please." Sirius cried desperately. His entire face was scrunched up and he tightened his grip on his long hair. "I'm sorry, please!"

That wasn't working so I decided to step off the mattress and sit on his thin, bony chest instead. Then I pawed at his face. His eyes opened and looked at me with heartbreak. I got off of him and back on the mattress so he could shift back. I looked at him in concern as a depressed dog took the place of a depressed man. I nuzzled my face into him and rubbed my body along his larger one as he got back on the mattress. I heard a rumbling in his chest and he gently bumped his face into mine as he laid back down. Sirius was letting me know he appreciated my concern and affection.

It's been a few full moons since Sirius gave me my nickname, Frostbite. It's now November the 20th. I wasn't surprised that nobody has come to visit me yet. I don't expect anyone too. I am a little surprised that not a single person has come to visit Sirius. Isn't anyone concerned for him? A sibling? A friend? A parent? A significant other? Somebody? I think it would do Sirius a world of good if he had a loved one come visit him. He has me and we've become friends, but that's not the same. I don't want Sirius to feel abandoned on top of all the other negative emotions I am sure he is feeling in this horrendous place.

It was a week after that incident and 5 months after our last little conversation, that we got the chance to talk again. I am not sure what's going on, it's not a new prisoner I could tell, but I do hope the mountain brute isn't back.

"So," Sirius said with exaggerated casualness, it made me want to smile. My face wouldn't cooperate with my desire however. "How's life treating you Frostbite?"

The fact that he could still be playful after a year in this place amazed me. A lesser man would have been completely broken beyond repair by now. Sirius's inner strength was wonderful.

"My life couldn't be more amazing Padfoot." I teased back straight-faced. "What about yourself?"

"Same here." He nodded at me, his chapped lips tilting up ever so slightly. "I honestly cannot believe they thought this would be a punishment. Being in Azkaban is such a euphoric experience."

"I know." I replied back, a chuckled rumpled in the back of my throat. I still couldn't make my lips tilt up, no matter how hard a tried. My eyes were soft though as they gazed into his beautiful grey orbs. "It puzzles me as well."

"Tell me something about yourself." He requested.

"Only if you tell me something about you in return." I replied. When he nodded his consent I spoke again. "I sing so dreadfully I could raise the dead."

That clearly wasn't what he was expecting me to say. His eyes flashed with surprise and sharp, hoarse, bark-like laugh escaped his throat.

"I rather enjoy a good prank." Sirius told me with a small crooked smile. I blinked at him, it seems we were surprising each other tonight. I so wish I could give him a smile in return.

"A prank of what sort?" I inquired. I honestly find pranks amusing myself. The triplets and I use to play little ones on each other during the summers they came home from school.

"Any sort." Sirius shrugged at me. I gave him a small nod. "Me and my mates played pranks all the time when we were in school."

"What are you Padfoot?" I couldn't help but ask. It didn't matter really, I was only curious. At his confused look I elaborated. "Half-blood, pureblood, mudblood?"

His eyes hardened, his jaw locked, and his shoulders stiffened. I cursed my slip up. I honestly didn't mean to offend. I have been trying so hard to switch to saying muggleborn. People always jump to the wrong conclusion when I use the term mudblood, but old habits die hard.

"I didn't mean mudblood in a derogatory way." I say to him immediately, I didn't want to lose his friendship.

"How exactly did you mean it then?" Sirius retorted icily. All of his previous friendliness gone.

"I simply said it out of habit." I tell him honestly. "My parents heard the term all their lives from their families and so they got in the habit of saying it. Despite what my parent's families may or may not believe in, I know for a fact that my mother and father didn't believe in that pureblood supremacy bullshit. I do not have that way of thinking either."

Sirius eyed me closely. I was relieved when warmth entered his face once more. I was ashamed to admit I felt a little panicked when he looked at me with such a cold and closed off expression. I didn't realize just how much I came to depend on him for comfort until that moment. What would I do if he turned his back on me? I didn't want to find out. He is all I have now.

"I'm a pureblood." He told me. "Specifically a Black."

"Your shitting me." I said in disbelief. It was amusing sometimes, how small the world was. "Don't tell me Orion Black is your father?"

"He is." Sirius replied, grey eyes squinting at me. "Why?"

"Does the name Fedelmid Keel mean anything to you?" I asked. When he quirked an eyebrow and shook his head no I continued. "Her maiden name was Rosewood."

"I know of both pureblood families, but I don't know any Fedelmid."

"Well of all the people I could have been put in this cell with, it's amusing that it was you."

"Why's that, luv?" Sirius's grey eyes were brimming with curiosity. With a chuckled I finally got to the point and stopped dragging it out.

"Your father and my mother were a breath away from being married once upon a time." I told him.

"Were they now?" Sirius asked rhetorically, his face the picture of surprise. "I never knew that my father was arranged to be married to anyone but my mother."

"The marriage ended horribly before it even started." I explained. "They met the day before they were to be wed, as it is customary to do. I'm not exactly sure what happened on the stroll they took through the large gardens, but whatever it was they left almost acquaintances and came back at each other's throats and enemies. They both demanded the wedding be called off and then they were arranged to be married to other people."

"That's an interesting tidbit of information."

"I wish I could have found out more but my mother refused to tell me what happened. No matter how many times I asked." I was only 10 when my parents died, maybe I could have gotten her to tell me as an adult. Then again maybe not, my mother was a stubborn one.

I couldn't help but wonder what the hell was going on and why the Dementors were away for so long, not that I was complaining. Nothing good could be happening outside this cell for the guards to be around this long. I suppose it didn't truly matter as long as they stayed away from Sirius and me.

"In another life we would be siblings right now." Sirius chuckled.

"Amusing thought." I chuckled back. I enjoy being attracted to his beautiful eyes and his wonderful personality too much for it to be replaced with completely platonic feelings.

I loathed how the Dementors swarmed the hallways just then. It forced us away from the lovely distraction that was our conversation and back to the painful depression. Any and all positive emotion vanishing at their presence.