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Q&A: It's that time again! I will probably do this for every question that is posed, or if all of you have answered a question for me. I will try my best to not let any question go unanswered.
When will Sirius start to figure a way out of the prison for Harry and himself?
Lady FoxFire, are you searching for the whole plot? (I would to! ;) ) I honestly don't know when, but he will plot and plan, rest assured.
Are they ever going to leave the prison?
Yes, but when and how is what I am not going to tell you.
Don't happy emotions draw the dementors?
Yes, but they are at work right now, and also in a whole other part of Azkaban. Why do they need to go to another source when they are already feeding on another's memories? Besides, I have made it so that Sirius has created his sanity down to an art form. Whatever happens to him he can automatically catalogue as truth or fiction, rather than catalogue as good or bad memories. After all, it was only the truth that kept him sane in J. K.'s narrative, and it is the same way in mine. Forget all my babble right now. Just remember, the dementors are feeding elsewhere, but they will certainly come on their rounds to Sirius's wing in the prison. What happens then is what you still need to find out (this chapter here).
Sirius's character OOC?
Ah, I am glad that you found nothing wrong then. I was just worried that I jumped from a highly depressed man into a contented one a little too quickly. I needed to get him to the point of acceptance, especially with Harry there. The reason being that I didn't want it to drag out when I know that my repeating scenes between the two characters (which may stop in later chapters) might be tedious for others. I know that I, myself, am a hypocrite in that sense. I will write in a manner that I hate reading, but love writing (I do put up with it if it is a good story, though). I'm odd that way, but I think it is necessary at this point in the story. I am also glad that none find his character OOC. That is a relief to know. I'm glad that someone thinks that the characters are canon as well. I have a huge fault with other fanfictions of writing way OOC.
Thanks again for reviewing! Criticism is welcomed.
The first touch that Harry felt was gentler than anything that Harry could ever remember having, but he could only think of the pain that was going to come. The calloused fingered of the gray-eyed man were probing his cuts where he knew there was glass. He could not help but tense and allow the tears begin to quietly flow. It hurt when the pieces of glass were pulled from his back. When the wet cloth touched his back, it was far too cold for his liking. It felt even colder than his baths usually were. He watched out of the corner of his eye to see the cloth be tossed back to the sink. How it had left the sink was beyond his knowing. Maybe it was magic. He withheld himself from flinching, as he knew that his uncle would not like him thinking such things. He felt much better, though, when the man fixed his shirt so it was on right.
He was startled when the man pulled him into his lap, and had him sit there. He was still crying, but any pain that he had was dulled. He couldn't help but think about everything that was going on. Everything was so strange, too strange. It was not normal. He did not know who this person was. He did not know where he was. It was so much colder and stranger here than Privet Drive. He knew nothing here… nothing. It only made him cry harder.
"It's okay now, Harry. It will all be okay now." The voice was calm and almost happy.
He clutched tighter to the body that was quickly becoming a source of warmth, and the man responded by wrapping himself tighter around him, along with the blanket. For whatever reason, he knew that this man would keep him safe from everything. Maybe he could even stay here with this man instead of returning to Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon. He supposed it wouldn't be so bad, as long as he never had to feel his bad memories or hear that red-haired lady scream ever again. He shivered as he recalled those memories. He never wanted to go through that ever again. It was worse than when he realized that his aunt and uncle were right and that no one ever loved him. He thought that maybe his parents might have, but he was only a baby then, and he couldn't remember them. He didn't even have a picture of them to know what they looked like.
Shyly, despite his silent grief, he looked to take a peek at the gray-eyed man's face; after all, this man was the first time anyone ever was nice to him. Well, he supposed Mrs. Figg was nice to him, but she was also real batty.
He was surprised when he found the man smiling down at him. It made him feel all tingly inside. Tentatively, he gave a small smile in return. He was rewarded with the man's smile becoming even bigger.
"Are you feeling all right now?"
Harry nodded. He really was feeling better, even if he was a little sad and confused. The man's smile even made it feel better.
"I'm glad."
The two of them fell back into silence. It was comfortable that way, as neither knew what to say to the other.
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Half an hour later, Sirius could feel Harry begin to squirm in his lap. He knew it was too good to last. Little boys were not teddy bears for adults. They were the people who were going to become adults someday.
"Is everything okay, Harry?"
Harry looked up, biting his lower lip, but finally began to whisper. "I… I have to go pee-pee."
"O-oh. Right. Well, there's the chamber pot right there." He pointed to the pot that resided right next to the bed. He was glad it emptied itself after moments of being used, otherwise it would have been one more thing to add to the list of things wrong with Azkaban, besides the dementors.
Harry glanced at the pot, and then looked right back to him.
"You have used a chamber pot before, haven't you?"
Harry shook his head. "I used a toilet before."
Sirius grinned in relief. "It's near the same thing, only it doesn't flush, and you squat instead of sit."
"Oh."
Sirius only watched on in amusement as Harry crawled out of his lap and stood in front of the chamber pot… and did nothing. It was only at his nod of ascent that Harry began to make in using it. Sirius averted his eyes. Relieving one's self was one thing that called for a modicum of decency, even in a place like this. He looked across the hall to see the new prisoner, the same one that had frightened Harry upon his arrival here, staring at the little boy at the chamber pot. Sirius glared, and stood up and walked to the bars, blocking the man's view of Harry. He would not let anyone satisfy his perverted thoughts with Harry, not if he could help it.
Once the other man was cowed and his eyes averted, Sirius turned back around to face Harry, who was finished and staring at him. Immediately, Sirius's face melted into one of compassion. He watched as Harry immediately relaxed, once seeing a pleasant face.
"Is there anything you would like to do? Not many props in here to play with, but maybe you can think of som…"
A cold chill went up his spine. The dementors were returning for their rounds.5
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"Remus, please, it was only meant to be a joke! I wanted to get Snivellus good!"
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"Oh you got him good all right, so good that you got me too! You are not my friend, Sirius Black, not anymore!"
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"You filthy blood traitor! You are no son of mine!"
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The house was in flames, and the dark mark was floating above the house.
"James! Lily!" He ran toward the house after carelessly pushing his bike to the side.
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Harry watched in growing horror as the gray-eyed man fell to his knees in distress. The black ghosts were back, but this time, they were hurting the nice man instead of him. Why couldn't the black ghosts just leave everyone alone? He did not understand! The dementor's thoughts still echoed in his mind, telling him that the black ghosts needed the happy memories, because without them, they would return to behind the black veil, where it was far worse than out here. It still did not make sense, though, because happy memories were not supposed to be a bad thing.
Glaring at the black ghost, Harry walked over to the man, and wrapped his little arms around his neck. "I-it'll be okay." He placed a kiss into the man's matted hair. Has to. No one else ever bothered to care for him, even a little. He needed this man.
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Sirius felt as though he were in his animagus form. At the same time, he knew he wasn't. The dementors' presence was bearable. His thoughts were simple. A little boy was hugging him. It was an eternity later before the dementors left.
"Are you okay now?"
He looked down at Harry, who was once again in his arms. Somehow, this little boy made the dementors bearable, although, it probably had something to do with what the dementors had done to Harry, whatever that was. It gave him the relief that he only found as Padfoot, until now. "Yeah. Thank you."
"W-what did I do?"
Sirius smiled. "You made me feel better. It… it wasn't so scary anymore."
"Oh." He paused. "C-can I ask you a question?"
Sirius smiled and nodded.
"What's your name?"
"Sirius. My name is Sirius."
"My name is Harry."
"I know." He stood up, keeping the little boy in his arms. "Let's get back under the blanket. It's rather cold in here."
"Yeah." Harry let out a yawn. He was tired still, even though he had only woken a little over an hour ago.
Sirius brought them back over to the bed and bundled the two of them into the blanket. "Did you know, Harry, that you make everything better?"
There was no response. Harry was fast asleep, though it did not surprise Sirius. Harry had to have used a lot of magic to get here, and without a wand to channel it. He looked over to the far corner of his cell, where there was the usual plate of mush from the day before, when he was grieving Harry being kissed. It would be replaced soon enough, and then he and Harry would eat.
Woohoo! I got up another part. Hopefully, it even answered a few questions. Thank you for reading!