Hello! Here is the long awaited next chapter to Searching for Black. I'm really sorry it took so long (you'd never believe!) and that it's so short. It started out OK, but bits of it have gotten a bit weirdmainly 'cos I started with a lot of PoA text, then proceeded to have all my Harry Potter books fly out the window! (i.e. They've escaped and I have NO knowledge of where they are. Anyone with any knowledge as to their whereabouts PLEASE notify me immediately) ActuallyI still have PoA, but it's in Frenchand I couldn't lift the pure dialogue outI'll shut up and let you get on to the story
Oops! No, I lied! Disclaimer: Much of the actual content of this chapter is the work of the Great One Herself, The JK Rowling. I have borrowed it but for a while, and if we shadows have offended, think but this and all is mended, that you have but slumbered hereand I've forgotten the rest of the quoteOh dearthat was borrowed from The Great Renaissance One Himself, William Shakespeare. Sirius and all others that you recognise are of The Great One Herself, and Amara is mine
Chapter 5: He's at Hogwarts
"He's at Hogwarts" Sirius Black was talking in his sleep. Nightmares plagued his every moment. Peter Pettigrew was at Hogwarts, perfectly positioned to act, if one hint reached his ears that the Dark Side was gathering strength againready to strike the moment he could be sure of alliesto deliver the last Potter to them. If he gave them Harry, who'd dare say he'd betrayed Lord Voldemort? He'd be welcomed back with honours.
It had become an obsession. A constant thought, throbbing with all the dreadful connotations it held, which wiped all else from his tortured brain. It wasn't a happy thought, so the Dementors couldn't take it from him, even if he wanted them to, but it kept him sane, however doubtful that result might be.
Something else lingered in his mind. And in his few moments when his mind was not filled with the driving need to pull Peter Pettigrew apart bit by snivelling bit, and when the Dementors were not near enough to take it from him, he basked in half forgotten memories of a beautiful woman with a mass of chocolate brown curls. He wasn't entirely sure how real she was, Azkaban did funny things to a man's mind after all, but she was a brief ray of sunshine in a dark, monotonous, hate-filled existence
"He's at Hogwarts" As Ministry of Magic workers listened in horror to Sirius' ramblings, they came to only one conclusion, the wrong conclusion. Sirius Black was going to finish the job he started, and kill the last Potter. But as his nightmares passed into deeper, but no less painful, sleep, it was a different job he wanted to finish. The job that got him there in to Azkaban in the first place.
While the Ministry workers who had heard Sirius were worried, it never occurred to them to put human guards as well as Dementors on Sirius' cellAnd one day his nightmares got so bad, that he slipped into the Animagus form they never knew he had, and disappeared from Azkaban