Hagrid slumped down into his cot, trying to go to sleep and block out his
screaming and groaning prison mates. Sirius Black made no sound, but Hagrid
knew he was there, when he listened closely, he could hear his ragged
breath or hear him rustling the thin blanket covering the small cot in his
cell. Anyways, Hagrid hadn't slept in the past few days, and now that he
was in Azkaban, it would be even harder.
Sirius had been in Azkaban for a long time. He hadn't done anything, but there he was. Without a trial, Crouch had sent him here, without a plea. Some extremely large man was put into the cell next to him, in torn long johns and a scraggly beard.
"Hello?", called Sirius to the giant man.
No reply came, so he tried again. Finally, after a couple more tries, a gruff voice asked what he wanted. Sirius smiled, realizing this man was scared of him.
"You have no need to fear me, I didn't kill anybody."
"Yes you did Sirius, you killed Lily and James Potter, I know what went on. You may not remember me, but I know you too well."
Sirius thought for a moment, trying to remember where he'd heard this man before. Finally, the memory came to him. The last time they had seen each other, Sirius had given his motorcycle to help transport Harry to his aunt and uncles.
"Hagrid, listen to me.", Sirius told his story (read the 3rd book for all the details, theres like 3 pages, and I cant type THAT much!) and finally won Hagrid over.
"SO IT WAS PETTIGREW??"
Sirius nodded, even though Hagrid couldn't see him. After a few minutes he heard strangled snoring, and knew that he would not sleep peacefully that night.
Hagrid was lifting his dad onto the dresser, smiling and laughing, when he heard a loud thundering noise. A large shadow covered his dad's smiling face, which was now turned into a frown.
"Godamn you Hagrid, this is all your fault, you and your disgusting mother. You ruin everything! You were a mistake Hagrid, I never want to see you again!"
His fathers eyes turned red, and he jumped off the dresser and ran to Hagrid's mother, she picked him up in her huge hands before squashing him into red, oozy pulp, splattering Hagrid with his blood.
Hagrid woke with a start, with help from the leaky ceiling, which was dripping water from the storm outside onto his body. The dementors were crowded around his cell, trying to get a whiff of his fear, or his hatred for his mother.
He had none.
Yeah, so what his mum was a giantess, that was her business. He didn't fear or hate her, he had never known her, as she had left when he was just a baby. And his father.
Well.. he loved his father, but he was no more. He died in Hagrids second year. This thought caused the dementors to explode in a frenzy of excitement, and Hagrid threw his tin cup at them, then once again tried to drift into sleep.
While Hagrid screamed in his sleep at his mom and dad, Sirius was floating in and out of dreams, memories, of himself.
He sat on stone steps, watching te gaggle of girls across the street sip Gatorade from paper cups and laugh over an article in Jane. Pigtails, lip glosses, skirts. This made him sick. One giggled, then impersonated Madonna, while dancing around and singing beautiful stranger.
Next he was in an airplane, 3rd class, eating roasted almonds from a Zip lock bag. He looked out the window, seeing London beneath him. Turning, he saw himself walking down the aisle, grinning evilly and brandishing his wand at James and Peter. Harry and Lily were not present. The group of men were on the way to the hospital to see little Harry being born.
Then, he was transported to Lily and James's house. He stood outside and watched as the last of their house fell to the ground, Voldemort walked out, grinning wickedly and disappeared and then saw him self, pop into sight, Silent tears ran down his cheeks, as he realized Lily and James's fate. Then came Hagrid, he took the motorcycle and helped harry to the Dursleys.
Sirius awoke with a start, as a dementor was pushing cold eggs and rotten ham into his cell, and Mr. Fudge was on his way to inspect.
Sirius had been in Azkaban for a long time. He hadn't done anything, but there he was. Without a trial, Crouch had sent him here, without a plea. Some extremely large man was put into the cell next to him, in torn long johns and a scraggly beard.
"Hello?", called Sirius to the giant man.
No reply came, so he tried again. Finally, after a couple more tries, a gruff voice asked what he wanted. Sirius smiled, realizing this man was scared of him.
"You have no need to fear me, I didn't kill anybody."
"Yes you did Sirius, you killed Lily and James Potter, I know what went on. You may not remember me, but I know you too well."
Sirius thought for a moment, trying to remember where he'd heard this man before. Finally, the memory came to him. The last time they had seen each other, Sirius had given his motorcycle to help transport Harry to his aunt and uncles.
"Hagrid, listen to me.", Sirius told his story (read the 3rd book for all the details, theres like 3 pages, and I cant type THAT much!) and finally won Hagrid over.
"SO IT WAS PETTIGREW??"
Sirius nodded, even though Hagrid couldn't see him. After a few minutes he heard strangled snoring, and knew that he would not sleep peacefully that night.
Hagrid was lifting his dad onto the dresser, smiling and laughing, when he heard a loud thundering noise. A large shadow covered his dad's smiling face, which was now turned into a frown.
"Godamn you Hagrid, this is all your fault, you and your disgusting mother. You ruin everything! You were a mistake Hagrid, I never want to see you again!"
His fathers eyes turned red, and he jumped off the dresser and ran to Hagrid's mother, she picked him up in her huge hands before squashing him into red, oozy pulp, splattering Hagrid with his blood.
Hagrid woke with a start, with help from the leaky ceiling, which was dripping water from the storm outside onto his body. The dementors were crowded around his cell, trying to get a whiff of his fear, or his hatred for his mother.
He had none.
Yeah, so what his mum was a giantess, that was her business. He didn't fear or hate her, he had never known her, as she had left when he was just a baby. And his father.
Well.. he loved his father, but he was no more. He died in Hagrids second year. This thought caused the dementors to explode in a frenzy of excitement, and Hagrid threw his tin cup at them, then once again tried to drift into sleep.
While Hagrid screamed in his sleep at his mom and dad, Sirius was floating in and out of dreams, memories, of himself.
He sat on stone steps, watching te gaggle of girls across the street sip Gatorade from paper cups and laugh over an article in Jane. Pigtails, lip glosses, skirts. This made him sick. One giggled, then impersonated Madonna, while dancing around and singing beautiful stranger.
Next he was in an airplane, 3rd class, eating roasted almonds from a Zip lock bag. He looked out the window, seeing London beneath him. Turning, he saw himself walking down the aisle, grinning evilly and brandishing his wand at James and Peter. Harry and Lily were not present. The group of men were on the way to the hospital to see little Harry being born.
Then, he was transported to Lily and James's house. He stood outside and watched as the last of their house fell to the ground, Voldemort walked out, grinning wickedly and disappeared and then saw him self, pop into sight, Silent tears ran down his cheeks, as he realized Lily and James's fate. Then came Hagrid, he took the motorcycle and helped harry to the Dursleys.
Sirius awoke with a start, as a dementor was pushing cold eggs and rotten ham into his cell, and Mr. Fudge was on his way to inspect.