The Golden Snitch, World Sight Day - Write about the superstition: 'your face will get stuck like that when the wind blows.'
School, House: Beauxbatons, Melusine
Summary: the wind blows; Lily was never wrong.
The wind blows violently, carrying cries of pain and desperation from one prisoner to another as the stormy sea roars against the cold walls of Azkaban — those same walls that creak and groan but never break down.
Drops of water rhythmically fall on the ground — only sign that the time passes even in here, in this forsaken, cold place — and Sirius can't help but think those are just another way to torture the prisoners.
As if the Dementors weren't enough.
And yet they would be enough, that much is obvious.
It doesn't take the drops to alert their senses.
It doesn't take the unforgiving nature to remind them only desperation and pain can be found here. Those cries could be heard anyway.
Curled up in a corner, Sirius just stares into space, trying to find some shade of color into a sea of grey and black, searching for a glimpse of red, a glimpse of hazel.
His mind wanders — he thinks of James, he thinks of Lily, he thinks of Harry... He thinks of Peter, who betrayed them all.
He thinks of another windy day, when everyone was happy and joyous. And alive.
Sirius hadn't realized back then how soon he would lose his family, and he had foolishly joked and grinned the whole time, making faces at his precious godson to entertain him.
"Be careful. Sirius," Lily had playfully warned him. "Or your face will get stuck like that when the wind will blow."
He had laughed her concern off and worn a twisted expression for ten hours to prove his point.
Now, after two years in Azkaban, he's forced to admit Lily may have been right all along.
The wind blows, cold and violent, and his face is forever frozen into a pained expression.