A/N: This chapter was of course, like this story, inspired by Prison Break. I love that show, but sadly, I hate the last two seasons. I mean, after they break out of prison and are on the run for a bit, what's the point of carrying the show on?

Anyway, enjoy xxx

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14. Rat

Lily looked at James's hand over her own, holding it tightly but at the same time, gently. He really was quite the catch. She looked from their hands slowly up to his handsome face and broke into a smile.

'Really?' she whispered excitedly. Then she laughed and threw her arms around James, hugging him tightly. When she was about to release him, his arms came up around her to cradle her..

'Yes. You're in, alright.' Sirius snapped, not too lightly. Then he shook his head. 'You can't tell anyone though Lily. The more people involved, the bigger chance there is of people finding out ... oh, for fuck's sake,' he hissed, because now Lily and James weren't only hugging, they were kissing too, rather enthusiastically, might Sirius add. He looked a little suggestively at Remus who pushed him on the shoulder and said, none too lightly, 'Fuck off.'

Sirius grinned. 'Sometimes, the mood just strikes. Don't you want even a small little kiss?'

'I'll repeat myself again, fuck off.'

Then there was silence, filled only with the sounds of kissing and panting. You see, the thing about silence was it offered the participants of silence, or rather, the people who were consumed in the silence, to hear things more clearly. It was in that moment that Sirius heard the gentle sounds of moving and shuffling; sounds that clearly weren't coming from the three people he was with.

Who else would be in his room? Apart from himself and his three friends of course...

He didn't wait a single moment. Sirius roared something unintelligible, and leapt across the room to Peter's wardrobe. He wrenched it open. Within the assortment of Azkaban uniform; you know, the grey and the white, the underwear and the socks, sat Peter Pettigrew. He stared for a moment. Not at Peter but at the device in his hands, the device that was flickering a red light and showing thirteen minutes on the tiny screen.

He'd been recording for thirteen minutes.

'Peter,' whispered Sirius, 'what are you doing?'

'You either let me come,' breathed Peter, flashing the recording device, 'or I show everyone this little recording and get you all put in Isolation for the rest of your stay.'

xo

Emmeline and Kingsley had been going out for at least two years know. They were a very cute couple, and the complete opposites. Emmeline was half Creole, half English. Kingsley was Jamaican. Emmeline was short, and Kingsley was very tall. They were both top-grade students and from relatively rich families. To put it plainly, they were very similar yet quite different at the same time. For example, Kingsley didn't condone drug-taking or smoking at all whereas Emmeline lived around it and even took part in it occasionally.

They had quite the similar interests. And they had a similar social group, despite both going to separate public schools with only one sex and rich pompous gits around. They were in the cinema right now, well, just coming out actually.

'Have you heard from Sirius or James recently?' Emmeline asked, fighting not to laugh. She still found it so funny. Of course they'd get busted for cocaine. It was so ... so them. Such rich, privileged boys dabbling in the more serious of drugs. Like they had problems at home, well, rather, James didn't really have problems. And Sirius didn't have the sort of problems other people went through; he didn't have the conventional sort of problems. Where he was worried about his next meal or the next place to stay. No, his problems were more of the psychological sort. The emotional negligence from his parents, the teasing from other family members, the tight restricting control they would exercise over him.

That didn't mean that his problems didn't matter, just that they weren't of the same severity as other teenagers facing dilemmas. Or so Emmeline had thought until she recently learned that Sirius had gotten in a fight with someone in his family, a very severe fight from what she'd seen in the press-leaked pictures. She hoped he was alright. She'd always liked Sirius. Perhaps a little bit more than Kingsley would have been comfortable with, but then again, she'd known James and Sirius since she was a baby. They were some of her best friends.

'No, I haven't. They're probably fine though, you know James, he watches Sirius's back more than he watches his own. He'll take care of the both of them.' Despite Kingsley saying this, he bit his lip and furrowed his brow.

'I'm sure they'll be fine,' she agreed readily. 'I can't wait for them to tell me what is was like in Azkaban. You know, the other day, I came home, a little doped up I must admit, and my mum threatened to send me there if I keep coming home like this. So I've decided not to come home at all if I'm high.'

Kingsley grinned at her. 'I hope she does send you there,' he said, bending to place a kiss on her forehead. 'You need to stop this, really. I don't want you getting hurt.' He said it so softly, so sweetly, her cheeks turned a little pink.

Emmeline elbowed him but leaned up anyway and placed a soft peck on his cheek. 'Don't worry. I won't get hurt. And I know if I do, you'll kill whoever hurt me and then probably end up killing me too.'

He laughed. 'Probably. Come on then, I'm hungry.'

'Me too.' She said, taking his hand and dragging him with her.

xo

The other three were in shock, only Sirius was doing anything, and even then, he wasn't fast enough. He watched as Peter pulled out the memory card and, just as Sirius managed to floor the bastard, he swallowed it. Actually swallowed it.

'YOU FAT UGLY LITTLE PRICK! I'LL KILL YOU, I SWEAR I'LL KILL YOU-' Sirius was shouting, punching and kicking Peter. 'Spit it out! Spit it out!' he roared, punch after punch landing on Peter's rotund body; his legs, stomach, chest, even his face. Blood squirted from the blond haired teenager's lip but Sirius didn't care, he carried on pummelling him until he was pulled off.

Remus restrained Sirius whilst James looked down at the bleeding, whimpering boy. He really was pathetic. 'You're going to vomit, shit or spit it out, any one of them, right now Peter, or we'll let Sirius go and he'll force you to vomit it out-'

'I can't.' Peter whispered. 'Now, I can scream for help as loud as I can and someone can come here, in which I'll explain everything to them. Or ... or you let me join in-'

'Fuck no!' shouted James. 'Over my dead body, you little shit.' Sirius was burying his face in his hands, whilst Remus draped his hands over the long-haired boy's shoulders, keeping him still.

'I knew you were rotten, I knew we couldn't trust you.'

'But I can help!' Peter cried indignantly, flashing the voice recorder at them. 'How do you think I got this? I stole it from Warden Dumbledore's office. And no one can get in there apart from him. I can help, I promise! Whatever you need, whenever you need it, I can get it. I promise.' Peter wiped the blood from his lip and worriedly chanced a glance at Sirius, who was watching him with such hatred and dislike, Peter even shivered just a little.

James released Lily's hand and went over to where Sirius and Remus stood in the corner of the room. He whispered something to the part-Italian and watched as Remus crossed the room and stood in front of the door, like a guard. They were whispering heatedly at each other, where Sirius was furiously shaking his head and flexing his arms and fists; and James was nodding and placing his hands on his brother's shoulders.

'... have to, Padfoot, I'm sorry...'

'... ruin everything, we can't, he'll undermine the whole fucking plan James, mate...'

'What else can we do?' asked James. Then he laughed and shook his head. 'Apart from that. Because I know we can break out of here, but out of prison? Not a chance, and as much as I love you Sirius, I'm not sure if I'm willing to go to prison for like fifteen years or something.'

There was chuckling, then swearing. 'I'll speak to you about this later James.'

'But for now?'

'Yes, for fuck's sake yes. We can't do anything now, can we? Apart from learn from our mistakes.' Sirius replied quietly, then he sat down on his bed and stared resolutely at his nails. James paused, stared at his friend for a while and then turned to Peter, on the floor, still snivelling and weeping.

He opened and closed his mouth several times, hesitating at what to say. 'Alright Peter.'

'A-alright?'

'Yes, you can come. But could you get out please?' They all watched in amusement as Peter ran as fast as he could, barging past Remus and running out of the room.

Sirius rubbed his forehead and ran a hand through his hair. 'We could have forced him to vomit it out. A few punches here and there, and he'd have been retching all over the floor.' He looked up when his best friend sat beside him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

'We'll use him. Get everything we need, because you can't deny it Sirius, he can get things none of us can, and when we're done, we break out. We'll give him false details. He'll get pissed off when he wakes up and the whole asylum are looking for us. He doesn't have to come.'

Somehow, Sirius thought, I don't think that'll work. He nodded anyway.

xo

Rose Taten, despite her quietness, was still the talk of Azkaban. Everyone anticipated her next move. After all, she was the craziest and most violent of the inmates. She'd killed someone for goodness sake. She was someone to watch out for. On top of that, Rose Taten was a rather unpredictable character. One minute, she'd be all nice and kind and the next, through something or other, she'd switch and start beating everyone up.

But the thing about Taten was all the staff liked her. Or rather, they were weary of her and somehow that weariness turned them into lenient, kind people when they were with her. If she was hungry at two in the morning, all she needed to do was ask Greyback really nicely and he'd run off and order her some pizza. She stayed at his room more than she stayed in her own room.

And if Rose was honest, they didn't only eat pizza in his quarters. Sometimes, if she was good, they'd play around. In other words, they had sex. An awful lot as of late. Rose thought that maybe if she wasn't around, he'd be a lot meaner. He had a wife and everything but his wife was foul. She shouted and swore a lot, from what Rose heard about her. And she wasn't that good in bed apparently.

The two new inmates were interesting her a lot though. They were both very handsome and rich, as well as charming and already incredibly popular. They were smart too apparently. She couldn't wait to have a proper conversation with them. They seemed ... cool. Yeah, cool. That was the right word. Like they'd seen too much and heard everything there was worth hearing. Come on, they got busted for cocaine.

But Rose Taten did have to admit one thing; they intimidated her - and Rose Taten was not someone who got intimidated. She sat down on her own table and exchanged a smile with Benjy Fenwick, the absolutely adorable officer, who winked at her. Too bad he was gay, but then again, she wasn't completely sure; still, she wouldn't mind banging him. If she wasn't with Fenrir of course.

Rose wanted to tell Fenrir that she was sort of in love with him, but she was too scared to. What if he said he didn't care? What if he stopped being with her? What if he chose his wife instead of her, just because it was what everyone expected of him?

Cracking open her can of coke, Rose took a sip and tucked into her lasagne. As she ate, she looked up at the group of people walking into the dining hall. The two new inmates, cute Remus and that stuck up bitch Evans. Rose really hoped Evans wasn't romantically involved with any of them, but then she saw the bespectacled inmate take her hand and kiss her head. She bared her teeth, looked away, and ate with more vigour and anger than before.

xo

'We need you to call Regulus, Padfoot,' said James, eating the lasagne with lazy nonchalance.

'To get him to bring my phone?' Sirius guessed.

'To get him to bring your phone, yes.' James said.

'Why do we need your phone, Sirius?' asked Lily, looking at each boy with an expression of confusion. The thing about Lily Evans was she did not like to be confused, not at all.

'We need it because I have contacts on my phone that can help us get out.' He said, grinning at her, his first true smile since discovering Peter hiding in the wardrobe.

'Oh.' Then she smiled. 'This is really happening, isn't it?'

All three boys looked at her and smiled widely. 'Yes. Yes it is.'

A/N: Please review! I promise the next chapter will be longer. Because guess what's happening in the next chapter? Let's just say, a certain someone gets their phone back.

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