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Challenge by TheBlackSeaReaper.
-.- Entering Hell
Hermione remained in the hospital wing for several weeks. There was a flurry of rumor about her disappearance when the rest of the school arrived back from their Christmas holidays, because of course everyone thought that she had been attacked. So many students filed past the hospital wing trying to catch a glimpse of her that Madam Pomfrey took out her curtains again and placed them around Hermione's bed, to spare her the shame of being seen with a furry face.
On the morning of January 1, Ace's birthday, usually a depressing day, he found the twins with a long list of names with votes, the list contained name ideas for a pirate crew, which ranged from Phoenix Pirates through Unire Phoinix Pirates to Firebirds Pirates, the list contained crossed out names, modifications and extended in ideas.
If the idea of forming a crew still did not fade, it seemed that it had grown out of control.
He had to think of another way to discourage them. But what? What could he do? What could Oyaji do in these cases?
An angry outburst from the floor above reached their ears.
"That's Filch," And Ace hurried up the stairs and paused, out of sight, listening hard.
"— even more work for me! Mopping all night, like I haven't got enough to do! No, this is the final straw, I'm going to Dumbledore —" His footsteps receded along the out-of-sight corridor and they heard a distant door slam.
He poked their heads around the corner. Filch had clearly been manning his usual lookout post: He were once again on the spot where Mrs. Norris had been attacked. He saw at a glance what Filch had been shouting about. A great flood of water stretched over half the corridor, and it looked as though it was still seeping from under the door of Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. Now that Filch had stopped shouting, he could hear Myrtle's wails echoing off the bathroom walls.
"Now what's up with her?" said Ace. And as he stepped through the great wash of water to the door bearing it's out of order sign, ignored it as always, and entered.
Moaning Myrtle was crying, if possible, louder and harder than ever before. She seemed to be hiding down her usual toilet. It was dark in the bathroom because the candles had been extinguished in the great rush of water that had left both walls and floor soaking wet.
"What's up, Myrtle?" said Ace.
"Who's that?" glugged Myrtle miserably. "Come to throw something else at me?"
Ace waded across to her stall and said, "Why would I throw something at you?"
"Don't ask me," Myrtle shouted, emerging with a wave of yet more water, which splashed onto the already sopping floor. "Here I am, minding my own business, and someone thinks it's funny to throw a book at me. . . .Let's all throw books at Myrtle, because she can't feel it! Ten points if you can get it through her stomach! Fifty points if it goes through her head! Well, ha, ha, ha! What a lovely game, I don't think!"
"Who threw it at you, anyway?" asked Ace.
"I don't know. . . . I was just sitting in the U-bend, thinking about death, and it fell right through the top of my head," said Myrtle, glaring. "It's over there, it got washed out. . . ."
Ace looked under the sink where Myrtle was pointing. A small, thin book lay there. It had a shabby black cover and was as wet as everything else in the bathroom. Ace stepped forward and pick it up, he saw at once that it was a diary, and the faded year on the cover told him it was fifty years old. He opened it eagerly. On the first page he could just make out the name "T. M. Riddle" in smudged ink. Then as he peeled the wet pages apart, found that they were completely blank. There wasn't the faintest trace of writing on any of them, not even Auntie Mabel's birthday, or dentist, half-past three.
"He never wrote in it," said Ace, disappointed; however, pocketed it.
-.-
Hermione left the hospital wing, de-whiskered, tail-less, and furfree, at the beginning of February. Joining breakfast with her house.
"So," Fred began. "What is the lesson learned?"
If looks could kill.
"Come on, it's part of your academic growth" replied George.
Sighing the girl spoke "Do not add ingredients of unknown origin to potions."
"Well, you were lucky, you could instead have used monkey's hair"
Ron had trouble holding back the laughter, and Hermione took the first nearby object she had, which turned out to be a notebook in Ace's backpack, with which she hit George. After that, she observed the object, only to see in her hands a dilapidated diary.
"I didn't know you had a diary," said Hermione.
"I don't, but I found this one, someone wanted to get rid of it."
"Hmmm" and like him, Hermione opened it "T. M. Riddle " she read out loud.
"Hang on," said Ron, half-bite. "I know that name. . . . T. M. Riddle got an award for special services to the school fifty years ago. "
"How on earth d'you know that?" said Neville in amazement.
"Because Filch made me polish his shield about fifty times in detention," said Ron resentfully. "If you'd wiped slime off a name for an hour, you'd remember it, too."
"Detention? When did that happen?"
"Weeks ago, Percy found me trying to get into Myrtle's bathroom"
"Speaking of the Devil"
Certainly, at that moment Percy entered the Great Hall, walking in a firm way, as if he were on a mission, and it seemed that it was, and it was with them, as he advanced towards them and placed himself just behind Ace.
"Ace" said in a determined tone "I need you to join me"
"Right now?" asked the pirate.
"Yes, right now"
"Can't it wait?"
"No, it can't wait, it's of the utmost importance"
"Then it shouldn't be that important," Fred muttered to George.
"Ok, Ok," said the boy, standing up. "I'll be back in a moment."
And with that he advanced behind Percy.
The older boy in turn led Ace out of the dining room and then up the stairs; climbing and entering the castle. Ace didn't pay much attention to what was happening, but eventually the silence was too much for him.
"Where we go?"
"To the Headmaster's office" answer the boy.
Ace braked, just as he turned around and said "Ok, Bye"
"No, no, no," Percy turned as he held Ace's shoulder to stop him. "You don't understand, the Minister of Magic is also here; the true is, from what I understand, he is the one who wants to talk to you"
Ace turned and looked at him "why?"
"I don't know, but please come. I was specifically asked to escort you, I can't fail. "
Ace sighed. Percy and his strong sense of duty, in another life, would have been a marine.
"Ok, let's go"
Encouraged Percy continued to escort Ace, leaving the wide corridors, and entering narrower corridors. It was curious, it was the second time he went to Dumbledore's office, and last time he had seen the phoenix, being born again from his ashes, that had been ... maybe two months ago, how fast did the phoenixes grow?
In his thoughts, he had not noticed that they had reached the hall where the office was located, and that Percy opened the passage through the statue and knocked on the door.
"Mr. Minister, Professor Dumbledore, I have brought Portgas D. Ace"
"Excellent boy, let him come in," said a new voice, one that Ace assumed, must be the Minister.
Ace crossed the door, entering the Headmaster's office.
Dumbledore was behind his desk, while standing in front of him was other man. The stranger had rumpled gray hair and an anxious expression, and was wearing a strange mixture of clothes: a pinstriped suit, a scarlet tie, a long black cloak, and pointed purple boots. Under his arm he carried a lime-green bowler.
"Come in, boy," said the man.
Ace took a few steps and then he noticed other men were in the place, four men flanking the door, his instinct was screaming.
"Boy," said Dumbledore, "allow me to introduce you to the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge."
"It's nice to meet you," said the minister. "Ace is the name? That's what they tell me, but I want to be sure."
"That's right, Portgas D. Ace"
"What a peculiar name. Anyway. Arrest him."
"Cornelius!" Dumbledore exclaimed as something hit Ace and lost consciousness.
-.-
He must have paid attention to his instinct, he must have heard and done something about it, he must have imagined something was wrong.
But that didn't matter, he was finally in trouble, and he wasn't to blame. He had no way of escaping, because when he had woken up, he was handcuffed with magic, and he could see that he was in the reception of an old house, that they had returned office, and outside the waves and the storm hit the rocks. He was in some strange house in the middle of the sea, and from what he suspected, this was a prison, surely the wizard' prison, seeing that they were all magicians there, this must be Azkaban.
Without a single drop of subtlety, the eyes were directed at the child, who looked more controlled than half of the adults who had entered that awful place.
It was not the first time that Ace was in a situation like this: A prison in the middle of the sea, with the reputation that no one had ever escaped and with really frightening jailers.
Yes, this Azkaban sounded very similar to Impel Down. Let's see how similar to hell it is.
"He won't hold long," someone murmured as they filled out what appeared to be a record, Ace restrained himself from looking at the man who had spoken and had to remember the young pirate looked like a twelve-year-old boy, unlike the last time he had been admitted to a maximum security prison, this time he was not twenty years old, they were more likely to feel sorry for a child.
Not that he felt comfortable with that idea.
Directing a fleeting glance around him, he could see that the three people who were there, by their appearance, were merely administrative, so having their pity would be of no use to him, not that he really wanted it.
The man who filled Ace's log led the boy through a door at the bottom of the grim gray office, to a stone corridor that felt as icy and dark as if he had fallen into the icy and deep waters of the ocean.
He had never felt that way out of the water; so weak, so cold and discouraged.
Enough, he was just getting in, this couldn't be worse than Impel Down, and if it was, he would bear it like a man! Even if he looked like a child.
As he went deeper and deeper into this stone labyrinth, Ace could hear screams, sobs and cries in each of the cells that passed; However, in some of the ones he went through on the floor they assigned him they were different, in some the silence was maintained, in one the crazy laughter of a woman was heard while she was holding the bars to observe him and a little more in the background, even where he could hear the crazy woman, was his cell, next to a silent man, who sunk in the shadows, Ace only knew he was there, seeing a foot lit by the moon coming through a window, and while waiting for to open his cell he knew that the man was staring at him closely.
"Get in," said his guide, cutting off the analysis of the silent man, and without saying anything Ace entered.
The guide closed the door and with a click his wand closed the cell directing a final look at Ace.
"He is not too young to be in this section," commented a harsh voice from his not-so-quiet neighbor.
The guide seemed to stop, just to force himself to follow immediately.
A part of Ace wanted to tell his neighbor that he didn't need help, but it really didn't matter, and without further ado, he sat on the floor, on the wall on the other side of the door.
"Yes, this seems like Impel Down, but at least here you are not chained to the wall."
-.-
Almost a month of being chained had wreaked havoc on Ace the last time he had been in prison, something he would not allow this time and more to see that he was not chained. Ace believed that, in the list of multiple reasons for which he had died, he was "poor physical condition"; with that idea, a series of a thousand push-ups with one hand was a good way to start.
He concentrated on the six hundred and thirty-eight when he felt a surge of cold and in reaction deployed a wave of fire to counteract it, but nothing happened, he felt weak and it took a moment to understand that the cold did not come from outside, but from inside him, just at that moment he lost strength in his arm and dropped into the icy and hard stone floor.
The cold was an uncontrollable emptiness, he felt desperate, hopeless. "Come on, Ace," said the boy, "You only have been here a couple of hours."
And looking up, he managed to see a figure passing before his cell, covered in black in a gloomy and ghostly vision.
In an attempt to see the face of who was in front of his cell, Ace looked up, encountering something that could not be human, this creature seemed glide and completely covered by a black cloth, and when trying to see his face, Ace He felt a sharp stab in his chest, as if they were going through it again, while a heartbreaking scream in Luffy's voice stunned his ears strongly.
He did not know when he had fallen to the ground, or when the tears had flowed.
He looked back at the entrance of the cell, the creature had finally disappeared but the terrible feeling of emptiness remained in him like a plague that left him still feeling completely helpless and consequently unable to move from his place.
-.-
On the third day Ace was sure that he knew why Azkaban was an impenetrable prison, they might well have the prisoners out of the cells and it would still be a safe place, of course, for all but the prisoners.
He wasn't sure yet which one was worse, Impel Down or Azkaban but both places were awful.
The jailers of Azkaban, whatever they were, were the worst of this place, every time they passed in front or even approached the cell, the dreary cold flooded his cell and his worst memories came to the surface more alive and highlighting the worst parts. So far, he had fallen unconscious three times. The rest of the time he had just let himself collapse against the ground, fighting to remain sane and wishing to fall unconscious, all in order not to keep Oars's dying expression, the image of Sabo being carried away, and Luffy's exorbitant eyes as he realize that Ace had received the blow from Akainu. Those were some, among the many of the memories that tormented him in this prison. A prison where your greatest fears and memories were your jailers. That is why Azkaban could be the worst prison he had ever been to.
When Ace was not dealing with the terrors of his past, he was distracted in the only way he could and that was exercising, a lot of exercise, too much in obsessive form of exercise. There really wasn't much between those stone walls that he could do and although Ace had thought of a way to escape, the fact that he was surrounded by water was what stopped him from trying, that and the jailers.
And what if with those last words Ace was invoking the hailer, the temperature of the place began to drop and Ace knowing what was coming, left what he was doing and sat against the wall of his cell.
"Beside, I have enough with that Ace" He haven't heard that voice in a long time "In my opinion, it'd be best if he just went somewhere and die…"
"She was drunk, she didn't mean it," said the boy.
"…then we could tell Garp it was an accident…"
"She didn't mean it"
"…This is what they mean by "A devil's child has a devil's luck"..."
"That's not true"
"He is the child of a devil, too"
"That's not true"
"Kid!" exclaimed a hoarse, distant and unknown voice "kid" Ace clung to that voice, and with that, he forced himself to open his eyes, "Kid, they're gone."
His breathing was agitated, he had somehow ended up on the frozen ground. Turning a little, he looked at the door where he noticed that indeed, the strange figure had disappeared.
"Kid, are you alright?"
"Yes, thanks," Ace replied. The voice seemed to come from the adjoining cell, from the not-so-quiet man's cell that he had seen when he arrived.
"What the hell are those things?" Ace continued as he sat up and leaned back against the wall, this time a little closer to the door.
"Dementors" replied the voice, on the other side of the wall, he was probably also close to the door.
"Dementors" Ace repeated the word. "How do they do that?"
"That?"
"That, that you feels all cold when they pass"
The man did not answer, at least not immediately, and for an instant Ace thought it had been a bad idea to ask.
But finally the man responded, his tone was curiously worried.
"That's what dementors do, they feed on human happiness, leaving despair and depression, until you go crazy."
"Like the crazy woman that laught"
"Yes, but she was already crazy before she enter this place"
-.-
"How old are you, kid?" the hoarse voice asked.
It took Ace a while to understand that he was talking to him. After that first conversation, they had spent two miserable prison meals, and two more rounds of bad memories; and the man had not spoken.
Ace considered the question in the middle of an exercise, with the torso raised towards his knee, he thought what he could say, although the answer was obvious, the man had already seen him, and answering 20 years was not logical, he was not even sure he could say he was that age.
"12 years"
The man hummed in response giving him the impression that he could end the conversation there.
"Hogwarts?"
"Yes"
"Second year?"
"Yes"
The man hummed.
Ace finished doing his abs series in complete silence.
"You were there too?"
"Yes, a couple of years ago"
"About thirty years ago, no?"
"I'm not that old," said the annoyed man, although a drop of humor was heard. "About fifteen years ago" He paused, as if he understood the magnitude of his words and the time he said "damn, it sounds a long time ago"
"Yes, you are old"
"In front of a brat like you, everyone is old"
He had never seen his neighbor, for all he knew he could be lying, but from what he had noticed, the man had no reason to lie to him, there was nothing to win, there was nothing to lose. It was a strange situation of blind trust. The only one who could win anything was Ace, and it was the knowledge the man have of this prison and his jailers.
"Fifteen years" murmured the man "... he would be twelve years old"
"Who would be twelve?" Ace asked.
The man paused, "My godson"
"Godson?" Ace repeated "Are you someone's godfather?
"Yes, my best friend's son ... he would be twelve now"
"Like me, maybe I know him, what's his name?"
"Maybe you know him" he paused "But no, I would like to get to know him"
It was valid, and Ace was going to respect it. "Very good, but if you change your mind just ask me."
With that Ace lay down on the floor and prepared to sleep. He had lost track of time, but he estimated that it had been about a month, a month since he had entered that place, and the only thing that had made this a pleasant visit had been the stranger who was not so strange, they had never exchanged names, it was not something important, the man called him "Kid" and he called him "Old man" which made it fun.
Something like Jimbe, Ace used to think; Impel Down had been better, thanks to Jimbe, Azkaban was more bearable thanks to the stranger. Especially when the dementors arrived.
"Luffy!"
The shout broke the silence of the night, while the phantasmagoric figure of the dementor moved down the hall.
"Kid" the voice was heard from the other side of the wall.
"Sorry, I woke you up"
"I was already awake. I couldn't sleep." A lie.
Ace's eyes focused on the ceiling.
"Do you want to talk about it?" said the man.
"It's nothing really"
"You're crying"
He hadn't noticed, in his panic he hadn't noticed that he was crying.
"Do you want to tell me?"
Ace kept silent, he knew he should tell, but he wasn't sure where to start.
"I had a little brother, Luffy. He is ... well, it seems that problems are looking for him, he could not go anywhere without causing something big, and he always brings that silly and carefree smile."
"One day we fought, for something, I don't remember what it was, surely nonsense, and in the midst of that nonsense we told ourselves that we would stop being brothers, and that we would live on apart"
"Tigers, bears and several dangerous creatures lived in the forest; but we were always together, so fighting them was really simple. But while we had that silly argument, Luffy met a bear."
"I was there, watching with crossed arms, on a tree"
"I could have helped him. He asked me for help, and I just stayed there. The bear hit him hard, there was a lot of blood."
"What happened to your brother?" the man asked.
"I took him to Dadan's house, there Magra attended him. After a few days he was fine, but that night he almost died."
"But he didn't"
"Luffy is very strong"
"He recovered because you took him to be cured. You made a mistake by leaving him alone, but you realized and corrected it. Your brother is alive, because of you."
Ace said nothing, simply remained silent looking at a fixed point on the other wall.
"What happened to him?" the man asked, giving Ace the impression that he didn't want the conversation to end.
"I don't know," Ace said. "The last time I saw him, we were running away together."
"He is surely fine," said the man. "If he is a little like you, he will surely survive."
"Very optimistic your idea being in this place"
"You have been here for a week, many do not survive so much sane"
"Maybe I'm not sane," Ace laughed. "How long have you been here?"
"Eleven years"
"Wow, you're already a relic here"
"Don't laugh, brat," the man claimed. "There are several in this prison that are really relics here."
"How do they survive so much?"
"It depends on how strong your will is"
"A fight of will, this sound interesting"
The man just laugh "Yes, I begin to think that you are not sane"
-.-
"I really don't understand how locking you in here could help, rather than to tell the Minister had someone in custody, but if the public find out you're a child ..."
Ace wanted to tell him that this is what governments and people with power were like, but he just limited himself to giving his theory of what might be happening. "They may hide that I'm a child."
"It wouldn't be a surprise"
"And to all this, what did you do?"
"I was accused of a crime that I did not commit," he said only, before adding more details. "I was accused of giving my best friend to You-Know-Who, when it was actually another friend who delivered them, and, by the way, they say that I killed that traitor, along with thirteen more Muggles in the street."
"Speaking of friends and betrayals," murmured Ace to the beat of "Mujeres divinas" by Vicente Fernández.
"Shut up," the man insisted. "But I think that's why I've managed to stay sane, it's not a good thought, but it's not bad either, so holding on ..."
"You have remained sane in your obsession that you were betrayed"
"There are times I fear to forget"
Ace thought about this, although he knew of betrayals, Blackbeard had only been a subordinate, in the case of this stranger the betrayal had come from a friend, must be terrible, from someone whom you were supposed to know perfectly and trust. Ace was not the only one who should remember good things being in this place. "What were your friends called?"
"What?"
"Your friends from school, you said you had friends, or you were an old at school"
"I wasn't old, and I'm not old yet."
Ace could only laugh
"James, and Remus," the man finally replied.
Ace paused, waiting for the man to follow, and when he did not, he insist. "And ... how were they?"
"They?" and paused again. "They were amazing, they were like my brothers, we loved to cause problems, and make jokes. Remus was the most responsible but still caused problems with us" "We drove Minnie crazy, I mean ... Professor McGonagall"
Ace then laughed "To think that I call her the same"
The man laughed out loud.
-.-
Sirius Black often forgot that the one he had as a neighbor was a child; The boy had a catalog of horrors, so wide that it could only be from someone who was over twenty.
From what Sirius knew: The boy's mother had died, for some reason he hated his father, he didn't mention him and if the subject came out he changed it, he had lost his brother in the explosion of a ship; at least twice the little brother, Luffy, had been on the verge of death with him as witness.
Sirius is accustomed to nightmares, his own and those of others, the screams are heard even in the middle of the night, not even in dreams one is free. Usually Sirius does not care about the nightmares of others, but this time it was the child, repeating names, one after another, in despair.
Sirius already knows several, but there were a names that still had no chance to ask ... Marco, Vista, Izo, Ozar, Oyaji ... those come out in dreams, and in a final shout, marking the end of the nightmare, he calls to Oyaji.
Then it's just shaky breathing, gasps. While Sirius waits, letting the boy recover his notion of reality. And he forced himself to count at least up to thirty before asking.
He couldn't ask him anything.
The boy began to sob, surely believing that no one was awake. Sobs weren't strangers in that place either, but in that section, they were more screams and crazy laughs than feelings of sadness.
"¿Kid?"
"Is nothing"
"Kid..."
The sob was stronger. Sometimes it was difficult to remember that it was a child who was on one side, without seeing it, it was impossible, but listening to him sob ... it was hard to imagine a boy of such a young age crying from the terrors of the past.
"It was my fault"
"What was your fault?" Sirius asked.
"Everything, that everyone died"
Now he heard of death, that it was his fault.
"If I had listened, if I had listened to Oyaji, they wouldn't have had to go rescue me"
Sirius can only keep silent, and listen. But he have to distract him, make him forget the bad things.
"Who is Oyaji?"
A sob "My father"
"Was that his name?"
"No, Oyaji is ... where I come from is the word for "Father ", so we called him that, his name was Edward"
"So that's what they called him? You and your brothers, Luffy and Sabo?"
"No, Luffy told him Osan, Sabo never met him.
Something didn't make sense there, he was his father but Sabo had not met him, but Luffy did ... unless it was after Sabo ... an adoptive father, perhaps? That could explain the expression, "that's what we called him" After all, he knew that he hated his father, at least the biological one. He had discovered that when they talked about his mother's death, he didn't want to talk about that man.
"Who else called him Oyaji?"
The sob stopped, and his voice sounded more lively "Everyone, we all called him Oyaji: Marco, Thach, Izo ..."
So they were also brothers, but possibly adoptive brothers.
"And why they called him Oyaji?"
"Because he called us his children, that word made us happy. We had no blood ties, and yet he protected us like a father, and trusted us ... trusted me ... and I got captured, and everyone went to rescue me and hundreds died. "
Que? That he was babbling now.
"All because I didn't use my head, because I let revenge consume me, and I followed him, I got to confident, like with Akainu, and that's why he killed me, in another life, or whatever that was."
"Kid" Maybe it was a dream rather than a memory, but here the dreams were memories, Azkaban's madness did not come in hallucinations of non-existent things, but from the past.
"And I should have seen it, seen that he was going to betray us, and I was a lousy leader, I was a lousy commander and I didn't see what I had to do"
"And now the boys want to form a crew, they are not a crew, they are just children playing. And they want me to be the captain, it couldn't be, not after everything that has happened. "
"Maybe…. Perhaps it is best that I am here, that I have been captured, here I will not be able to get you into trouble."
"Kid," said Sirius in a firm tone. "What's your name?"
"Seriously? Now?"
"Yes, now"
"Ace, Portgas D Ace"
"Ace ... listen to me well, you shouldn't be here, you shouldn't be here, and your friends won't be better if you're here"
"But I would only get them in trouble"
"Yes, maybe, but they will come out of it together" "Talk to them if you have any doubts, they are your friends you can trust them. Tell them how you feel and solve it together."
Sirius was silent, and I wait.
"It's not like I can talk to them, I'm stuck here"
"Well, when you get out, talk to them. Because you are going out. At some point the Ministry will not have other option than to take you out, unless they want a scandal. "
"That would be good, the only thing that helps in this place, it's you and the sound of the sea."
Sirius was silent, and he paid attention, the sound of the waves hit the rocks, he had never paid attention, he had not taken any importance, but now...
"Ace ... what's that from another life?"
Sirius didn't know what mess he was getting into.
-.-
Steps were heard at the end of the hall; that wasn't normal, Ace stopped doing sit-ups, and in the next cell, Sirius paid attention, even from the shadows.
Ace sitdown, while a man stood in front of his cell, while another man with something shiny on the tip of the wand, passed by, and stood guard.
"Ace Portgas"
"It is actually Portgas D Ace, Surname first and then the name, with a D in the middle"
The man did not seem interested, as he pulled out some keys and opened the door.
"Come with me"
"Where?" Ace asked.
It was a valid question, the last time Ace had been in prison and had been taken out of his cell, it had been to execute him.
And Sirius knew it, now he knew it, maybe there were still things he didn't fully understand, but he still stood up, and was near the door.
The guard took a moment to find his voice.
"Someone has come to pick you up, to take you back to Hogwarts."
"Who?"
"Minnerva McGonagall"
Something in Ace felt relaxed when he heard that, and Sirius let out a sigh, as he thought "bless that woman" and on the other hand he controlled himself so as not to release a comment that could cost Ace's freedom.
"Come on boy, I don't have all day"
Sirius listened as Ace moved forward and out the door, and could see him entering his range of vision. He had left the prison shirt and only wore the pants of stripes he had left, had folded the legs of the pants to mid-calf, exposing his ankle and the shoes they were given, and that almost no one kept after entering the madness.
The man proceeded to close the cell, and Sirius seized the moment.
"Kid"
Ace looked up to see the man, with long, rumpled black hair, and a long beard.
Ace advanced tentatively, staying close to Sirius.
"Try not to go crazy, old man"
"And you insist on the same thing," he said in a calm tone. "I'll try, kid. And you, trust your friends."
"I will do that, I will talk to them"
"Well, and drive McGonagall a little crazy, for my part"
"Neglect, something will occur to us"
"Good"
The guard had finished closing and looked at them questioningly, and with some malice on his face.
"If you tell me his name, I can still look for your godson or tell you something if I know something" said Ace.
Sirius smiled, the idea of knowing something about Harry was tempting, as always.
"No, there is no point in him worrying about an old man in prison."
"So you admit that you are an old man."
"Yes, and you also forget this old man"
"Ha, never"
"Thanks, kiddo ... now go"
And with that Ace began to move forward, where there was another guard with his wand raised, and his brilliant spell defending him.
"So" the guard began "Did you get fond of the child?"
"So, they made a mistake and imprisoned a child, I wonder what people will say"
As expected, the guard did not respond.
"Do you know who that boy is, Black?"
Sirius raised his eyebrow, thinking it would be a trick question "A Hogwarts boy, nothing more, it was good to remember a little of the school"
The man laughed, "That boy was Harry Potter, for some reason he calls himself Ace" and with that he began to move forward "You lost your chance for revenge" and with that he disappeared down the hall
Sirius stared at where Ace had left, before letting himself collapse on the ground, with an expression of complete confusion
"What the…?"
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Autor's Notes.-
And with this chapter I close the crew name poll.