Padfoot paced quickly in his cell, devising and perfecting his plan
of action- his plan of escape.
'I can't use magic.nothing but will power,' thought Sirius, concentrating hard on the task at hand. A few dementors floated past but paid no notice to the shaggy black dog pacing in the cell. Padfoot simply ignored the dementors and the shiver that came with and continued to pace determinedly. Suddenly, he jerked his head up and released a quiet bark of joy.
'The dementors don't even notice that I'm a dog! They can't see me, of course, they feel my emotions. I can't feel human to them.' Padfoot began to think. He transformed back into his human form and laughed, 'They think I'm losing my mind! Like everyone else in here.'
Sirius sat down on the hard excuse for a bed and shut his eyes.
'Mental stimulation like that sure wears a guy down,' he thought with a smirk.
* * * * *
Sirius heard the sound of footsteps before he was even awake and opened one eye wearily just in time to see Cornelius Fudge strolling past.
"Hello, sir!" smiled Sirius, sitting up and running his hand through his hair in an attempt to straighten up, "Good day?"
"Why, yes, thanks," Fudge replied cautiously as though expecting Sirius to jump at him through the bars. He tightened his grip on the rolled parchment in his hand, thus catching Sirius's eye.
"Is that the Daily Prophet, sir?" asked Sirius curiously, eyes bright.
Fudge glanced down at the parchment now held tightly within his fist, "Oh, yes, I suppose it is."
"If you're finished with it, could I maybe have it?"
"Oh!" Fudge looked up at Sirius in shock, "Yes I am. Here." Fudge handed over the paper and eyed Sirius through the magical bars.
"It gets pretty boring in here," said Sirius with a shrug as he turned to page 7. "I used to love the crossword."
Fudge smiled politely and nodded, "I'd best be going."
Sirius said nothing as Fudge walked away, and sat cross-legged on the floor staring at the puzzle with a child-like grin on his face. After a short while, Sirius grunted and flipped the newspaper back to the front cover, readying himself to stretch. Swiftly and suddenly he plopped back down and stared intently at the picture of the large group of redheads, all waving merrily up at him. He smiled unenthusiastically when the young girl in the front of the photo blew him a kiss. He instead focused his gaze upon the rat sitting on one of the young boys' head.
"Wormtail," he whispered, "You little rascal."
Sirius watched the picture for some time, staring intently at the row of redheads but focusing on the tall boy, whom the article stated was going to be starting his third year at Hogwarts. Sirius added up the dates in his head and realized with a jolt that Harry would be starting his third year as well. 'What if they're in the same house? Harry will be living with a servant of his parent's murders then.I have to get out of here!'
* * * * *
5 Weeks Later
Sirius waited anxiously for group of dementors delivering food to all the prisoners. It wasn't that he was hungry, however. He had other reasons of his own. The dementors floated slowly, soaking in all the negative energy in the area as they approached Sirius's cell. As they grew nearer, Sirius transformed into a dog and got into position. The first dementor undid the lock and opened the door to let the second dementor slip the food bowl through. Padfoot, however, was ready for this and slipped carefully through the space created by the open door. The dementor turned around quickly but didn't grab Padfoot. 'If dementors had faces, this one would look confused,' laughed Padfoot as he trodded away from his cell, past the empty eyed prisoners, and out the stone wall entrances of Azkaban Prison. Intense sunlight hit his face as he transformed into back into a human. He laid down on the sand for a few short seconds, basking in the glory of being free, then transformed into a dog and stepped into the water, ready to swim as far away from the past 12 years as he possibly could.
'I can't use magic.nothing but will power,' thought Sirius, concentrating hard on the task at hand. A few dementors floated past but paid no notice to the shaggy black dog pacing in the cell. Padfoot simply ignored the dementors and the shiver that came with and continued to pace determinedly. Suddenly, he jerked his head up and released a quiet bark of joy.
'The dementors don't even notice that I'm a dog! They can't see me, of course, they feel my emotions. I can't feel human to them.' Padfoot began to think. He transformed back into his human form and laughed, 'They think I'm losing my mind! Like everyone else in here.'
Sirius sat down on the hard excuse for a bed and shut his eyes.
'Mental stimulation like that sure wears a guy down,' he thought with a smirk.
* * * * *
Sirius heard the sound of footsteps before he was even awake and opened one eye wearily just in time to see Cornelius Fudge strolling past.
"Hello, sir!" smiled Sirius, sitting up and running his hand through his hair in an attempt to straighten up, "Good day?"
"Why, yes, thanks," Fudge replied cautiously as though expecting Sirius to jump at him through the bars. He tightened his grip on the rolled parchment in his hand, thus catching Sirius's eye.
"Is that the Daily Prophet, sir?" asked Sirius curiously, eyes bright.
Fudge glanced down at the parchment now held tightly within his fist, "Oh, yes, I suppose it is."
"If you're finished with it, could I maybe have it?"
"Oh!" Fudge looked up at Sirius in shock, "Yes I am. Here." Fudge handed over the paper and eyed Sirius through the magical bars.
"It gets pretty boring in here," said Sirius with a shrug as he turned to page 7. "I used to love the crossword."
Fudge smiled politely and nodded, "I'd best be going."
Sirius said nothing as Fudge walked away, and sat cross-legged on the floor staring at the puzzle with a child-like grin on his face. After a short while, Sirius grunted and flipped the newspaper back to the front cover, readying himself to stretch. Swiftly and suddenly he plopped back down and stared intently at the picture of the large group of redheads, all waving merrily up at him. He smiled unenthusiastically when the young girl in the front of the photo blew him a kiss. He instead focused his gaze upon the rat sitting on one of the young boys' head.
"Wormtail," he whispered, "You little rascal."
Sirius watched the picture for some time, staring intently at the row of redheads but focusing on the tall boy, whom the article stated was going to be starting his third year at Hogwarts. Sirius added up the dates in his head and realized with a jolt that Harry would be starting his third year as well. 'What if they're in the same house? Harry will be living with a servant of his parent's murders then.I have to get out of here!'
* * * * *
5 Weeks Later
Sirius waited anxiously for group of dementors delivering food to all the prisoners. It wasn't that he was hungry, however. He had other reasons of his own. The dementors floated slowly, soaking in all the negative energy in the area as they approached Sirius's cell. As they grew nearer, Sirius transformed into a dog and got into position. The first dementor undid the lock and opened the door to let the second dementor slip the food bowl through. Padfoot, however, was ready for this and slipped carefully through the space created by the open door. The dementor turned around quickly but didn't grab Padfoot. 'If dementors had faces, this one would look confused,' laughed Padfoot as he trodded away from his cell, past the empty eyed prisoners, and out the stone wall entrances of Azkaban Prison. Intense sunlight hit his face as he transformed into back into a human. He laid down on the sand for a few short seconds, basking in the glory of being free, then transformed into a dog and stepped into the water, ready to swim as far away from the past 12 years as he possibly could.