In Azkaban

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"I'm sorry, Hagrid" said Professor Dumbledore. Hagrid nodded. "I'll get you out as soon as I can." A guard shoved Hagrid into a cell with a man curled up in a far corner. "He's a mellow man, never did anything, doesn't scream either. It'll be fine." Dumbledore nodded sadly and left. Hagrid watched him, and than something occurred to him. He bent down quickly to check the man's pulse. It would be safe to wake him. He barely looked able to stand. He couldn't attack Hagrid, let alone win a fight. Hagrid shook his shoulder. When he didn't wake up, Hagrid tried turning him over. He let out a gasp at the face. He recognized it but couldn't place it. He decided to let the man sleep. When the food came, he tried again. The man looked as if he really needed a meal. His robes were torn in many places, and Hagrid could see how his ribs stuck out. His face was hollow. His hair was thin. Hagrid shook until he got a groan. Was he sick? Slowly the man opened an eyelid to reveal bloodshot black eyes. He was sick, than. It made sense. Pneumonia? What was it? Was it contagious? Hagrid rarely got sick and he didn't want to start. "What's your name?" There really was something very familiar about him. Nothing. "Are you okay?" The man had been trembling, but, as a gust of wind came in, the tremors worsened. God, he may not have had a decent meal in a decade by the looks of him. Hagrid thought. He forced some gruel down the man's throat. He was sad to note that he was right; the man couldn't even lift his head. Why had the dementor's let him get so sick? Oh, that's right, they didn't care. People committed suicide to their delight.

He repeated the force-feeding for about a week. The man was getting stronger. He still couldn't move though. Hagrid picked up the frail body in his arms and lifted him to the stone platform.. He put his hand on the man's forehead to see about his fever. Getting better. As Hagrid's hands came away, the man opened his eyes slowly. The hands that were resting on his ribs tensed and relaxed. Hagrid's eyes lit up. "Are you okay?" he already knew the answer to this question. "Yeah." He struggled to sit up, but Hagrid put a hand on his chest. "Wait." "Hagrid?" The man recognized him? "Yes, who are you?" "I can't tell you." "Why?" What does he have to hide? He just looks so familiar. "Cause you'll hate me." His voice was very hoarse. "Why would I hate you?" How could I hate you? "Cause you've been lied to." "By who?" "Everyone." He looked down. "Just tell me your name." I've waited this long. "Sirius Black." He blinked and looked up, awaiting the reaction. Oh NO! Why him of all people! "I'm sorry." He started to sit up again, almost as if ready to try and defend himself, "I tried to tell you earlier. 'I'm sure you did." Hagrid sighed. A/N: This is my first fan fiction, so I really need suggestions!!! Please review. Please. PLEASE. PLEASE!!!