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Innocent-Chapter 3
Rescue
Harry woke up from his short sleep, woken up by the screams of another prisoner. No wait, Harry sat up and listened attentively. It was a higher scream, piercing and heart-wrenching. He realised it was a Dementor. His eyes soon became accustomed to the familiar darkness, the kind of darkness which sucks the life out of every living thing. He could see hundreds of Dementors, all gathered together, moving as one, leaving the huge, black front doors of Azkaban. Harry pinched himself to check if he was awake. His eyes were not deceiving him, the Dementors were leaving Azkaban. Other prisoners were also amazed, many of them were standing up and yelling. Suddenly, Harry remembered the words of Voldemort in his dream. "The Dementors of Azkaban are awaiting for my call-they have remained faithful and will obey me." What if they were leaving to return to Lord Voldemort? As he watched the mass of black cloaked figures leaving the doors a wave of hope washed through his body. He stood up, and he became dizzy, thousands of colours appeared before his eyes, and he fell back on the cold concrete floor.
* * * Harry woke up and screamed when he saw a huge shaggy dog on top of him. His heart stopped racing when he realised it was his godfather, Sirius Black. Sirius got off Harry, and began to change into a man. Harry watched as the dog's long snout flattened into a man's face and he rapidly began to shed thick black fur. Hind legs straightened and he stood up as front legs shortened and became arms. Harry tried to get up, but fell back as he realised he was still too weak to stand. "Rest, Harry. You're still weak." Harry was confused. "But the Dementors.Voldemort.he's coming back! He's coming." Sirius sat down next to Harry and smoothed his fingers between his untidy hair. "It's alright Harry. No one can hurt us now." Harry looked around. He didn't recognise this place, he seemed to be in a cave; he definitely wasn't in Azkaban. "Where are we?" "We're hiding. Hiding from the Ministry of Magic. I know a few good hiding spots by now." Sirius had a faraway look, and recalled the time when he was in hiding for a crime that he didn't commit. "I didn't do it, I wouldn't.I didn't.." Harry broke down and started to cry. He put his head in his godfather's arms. "Don't worry Harry. I won't let anyone hurt you." After a pause, Harry looked up at Sirius, with a look in his glistening green eyes of complete faith and trust. Not long after Harry's eyes began to droop, and he fell asleep. Not wanting to wake him, Sirius placed him on a bed of grass, and put his cloak around his sleeping godson. He sat next to him, looked into the darkness for any sort of movement. He watched Harry. He looked much older, lines around his eyes, and a discontented expression on his face. He had looked distinctively younger before. Before Azkaban. As Sirius watched his godson sleep he realised that he too was extremely weary. After he had found out that Harry was in Azkaban, Sirius had done all he could to try to get Harry out of the place he knew too well. He had failed, the Ministry of Magic had sentenced him to a lifetime of torture in Azkaban. Sirius had swam as a dog all the way to the prison, and hid as he witnessed the Dementors leaving through the front doors, making sure they didn't notice him. He came in to find the place in an uproar, the prisoner's jumping up and down in their cells, screaming to be let out. Although the guards were gone, their cells were still locked. Sirius found a man he knew, Wally Frost, a man convicted of murder when he had committed no crime. Sirius unlocked his cell, and made him promise to help carry Harry with him over to the land. Together, the two men took Harry to the mainland, where they said their goodbyes and wished each other good luck. From there Sirius took Harry back to his hiding place. He only wished that Harry would be cleared of his charges so that he could have another chance for the life that he deserved. Sirius could no longer stay awake; he put his head on the ground and fell asleep almost immediately.
To be continued.
A/N: This chapter wouldn't be any where NEAR as good as it is now if Talia (the best beta reader in the world) didn't beta my story. Thanks Talia!
Innocent-Chapter 3
Rescue
Harry woke up from his short sleep, woken up by the screams of another prisoner. No wait, Harry sat up and listened attentively. It was a higher scream, piercing and heart-wrenching. He realised it was a Dementor. His eyes soon became accustomed to the familiar darkness, the kind of darkness which sucks the life out of every living thing. He could see hundreds of Dementors, all gathered together, moving as one, leaving the huge, black front doors of Azkaban. Harry pinched himself to check if he was awake. His eyes were not deceiving him, the Dementors were leaving Azkaban. Other prisoners were also amazed, many of them were standing up and yelling. Suddenly, Harry remembered the words of Voldemort in his dream. "The Dementors of Azkaban are awaiting for my call-they have remained faithful and will obey me." What if they were leaving to return to Lord Voldemort? As he watched the mass of black cloaked figures leaving the doors a wave of hope washed through his body. He stood up, and he became dizzy, thousands of colours appeared before his eyes, and he fell back on the cold concrete floor.
* * * Harry woke up and screamed when he saw a huge shaggy dog on top of him. His heart stopped racing when he realised it was his godfather, Sirius Black. Sirius got off Harry, and began to change into a man. Harry watched as the dog's long snout flattened into a man's face and he rapidly began to shed thick black fur. Hind legs straightened and he stood up as front legs shortened and became arms. Harry tried to get up, but fell back as he realised he was still too weak to stand. "Rest, Harry. You're still weak." Harry was confused. "But the Dementors.Voldemort.he's coming back! He's coming." Sirius sat down next to Harry and smoothed his fingers between his untidy hair. "It's alright Harry. No one can hurt us now." Harry looked around. He didn't recognise this place, he seemed to be in a cave; he definitely wasn't in Azkaban. "Where are we?" "We're hiding. Hiding from the Ministry of Magic. I know a few good hiding spots by now." Sirius had a faraway look, and recalled the time when he was in hiding for a crime that he didn't commit. "I didn't do it, I wouldn't.I didn't.." Harry broke down and started to cry. He put his head in his godfather's arms. "Don't worry Harry. I won't let anyone hurt you." After a pause, Harry looked up at Sirius, with a look in his glistening green eyes of complete faith and trust. Not long after Harry's eyes began to droop, and he fell asleep. Not wanting to wake him, Sirius placed him on a bed of grass, and put his cloak around his sleeping godson. He sat next to him, looked into the darkness for any sort of movement. He watched Harry. He looked much older, lines around his eyes, and a discontented expression on his face. He had looked distinctively younger before. Before Azkaban. As Sirius watched his godson sleep he realised that he too was extremely weary. After he had found out that Harry was in Azkaban, Sirius had done all he could to try to get Harry out of the place he knew too well. He had failed, the Ministry of Magic had sentenced him to a lifetime of torture in Azkaban. Sirius had swam as a dog all the way to the prison, and hid as he witnessed the Dementors leaving through the front doors, making sure they didn't notice him. He came in to find the place in an uproar, the prisoner's jumping up and down in their cells, screaming to be let out. Although the guards were gone, their cells were still locked. Sirius found a man he knew, Wally Frost, a man convicted of murder when he had committed no crime. Sirius unlocked his cell, and made him promise to help carry Harry with him over to the land. Together, the two men took Harry to the mainland, where they said their goodbyes and wished each other good luck. From there Sirius took Harry back to his hiding place. He only wished that Harry would be cleared of his charges so that he could have another chance for the life that he deserved. Sirius could no longer stay awake; he put his head on the ground and fell asleep almost immediately.
To be continued.
A/N: This chapter wouldn't be any where NEAR as good as it is now if Talia (the best beta reader in the world) didn't beta my story. Thanks Talia!