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All over Rating: PG-13
Escape to You - Chapter one - Pieces Together
Rating: PG-13, for subject matter, language, and Dementors which scare the
shit out of many.
When Cornelius came to see me, it was odd. He seemed in a very disgruntled mood. He eyed me before entering my pathetic cell. There seemed to be a mist around him, His mind seemed so clogged with questions they seemed to be visible. As usual, his hair was unkempt, and his clothes had a layer of dust on them, though he was always so up to date. Sirius noticed why; he kept the most recent Daily Prophet in his back pocket.
I wondered what was going on in the world I had known so well. Now, all I knew was this dark, dank cell. Fudge walked through the with such an irritable mood hanging around him that I wanted to back away from him.
The doorway had no door. Gates and doors were of no use here. Azkaban had other terrors. First off, there were the Dementors. Decrepit creatures they were, sucked the good memories from you. Then, There were charms that were set on the doorways and windows so that if an inmate were to attempt to leave his or her cell, they would get zapped, as if by the Muggles' electricity. There were ways to get past those gates. When I had first been brought here, I had turned into my dog form and explored the prison. Then a Dementor had gotten hold ofme. It sucked the hope, the love, the energy right out of me. Since then, I just hasn't had the nerve to use magic again. I know I should try to get out, but I don't want to come face- to-face with another Dementor. The cell was now being even more heavily guarded because The Minister of Magic was inside the cell of the most known criminal in Azkaban.
" Well, Sirius, The world I'm afraid, had long since coped with your betrayal and you are very much forgotten by many. There are very few that still remember or have to deal with you, I being one of them. I have received a few complaints from the Dementors.."
He stopped mid sentence to look at me. I was sitting and listening intently on what he had to say. " Why aren't you like the other prisoners? Your not babbling like them or writing on the walls, you seem to be just. Normal. Or wait, maybe your just a psycho that pretends to be normal." He was almost glaring at me. I laughed to myself. He was upset that he finally couldn't put a finger on the cause of some oddity. He studied my face for some reason to put me in Isolation, as if this wasn't enough. I could feel filth on my face, But there were two lighter streaks that ran down my cheeks. Those were the evidence of fallen tears, of forgotten love, and renewed pain. My hair was just over shoulder length, and exactly the way I'd kept it in and since Hogwarts. My old dragonhide boots sat underneath the plank of wood held by chains that served as a bed. I sat uncomfortably on it. Cornelius's puzzled face still tried to barrel into my soul, which he thought was hidden, but really, it was in everything he saw. He just didn't understand reality. And I, I had had plenty of quiet years in this cell to think and realize what reality is. " You killed them you know. James and Lily, and you almost got your godson killed as well!" I knew this story very well. I had figured it out years ago and played it to myself in my quiet misery when the moon wasn't full and my mind hadn't been preoccupied. I had killed James and Lily. If only I could have had some faith in myself, all this wouldn't have happened. James and Lily would still be happily raising Harry and I would be out with Moony, possibly sharing a small cottage or house with him now. Oh, but it didn't help to dwell on fantasies- the whole wake-up and smell the rot was all too unpleasant to come back to. Fudges face had gone bright red. " YOU KILLED THEM!!!!!! YOU BLOODY BETRAYING ARSEHOLE, HOW DARE YOU!!!! WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO TELL HARRY? 'HI HARRY, I'M THE MINISTER OF MAGIC, JUST THOUGHT I'D LET YOU KNOW YOUR ONLY OTHER LIVING RELATIVE IS THE CRIMINAL THAT BETRAYED YOUR PARENTS. JUST THOUGHT I'D LET THAT THOUGHT HAUNT YOU FOR A WHILE.' !!! What do I tell him? WHAT DO I TELL HIM?!" Cornelius's rage had attracted some onlookers. Three Dementors stood fascinated with Fudge's rage. The started to come into my grimy cell. Uh-uh. " Leave my cell, you bloody creeps." I said. To my surprise, they slowly glided out and turned in opposite directions and left. Cornelius turned to leave but I stopped him. " Wait Cornelius," I saw it in the way he stopped so quickly that he was surprised I could talk so gently and innocently. Really, so was I. " Could I have your copy of the paper? That is if your done with it." I knew he was, It was late in the afternoon and I was almost always on the end of his 'To See' list. And the fact it was yellowing helped. He turned and held out the paper. Not far enough for me to politely take it, though. His eyes seemed to glaze over and mist then. " Some times, I wonder where the rest of Peter's body went to.." His eyes cleared and I couldn't beleive that he doubted his own investigation. He dropped the paper at my feet and stalked out of the cell. I looked down, feeling too lazy to bend and pick it up. There was a picture of a very red-headed family. The Weasleys. They were in Egypt and had won something. There was a very oddly placed clipping a few pages back. I picked the paper up and took the clipping out. It was much older than the rest of the paper.
" . and all that was left of the massacre was bits of Muggles and a
finger that supposedly belonged to one of
The betrayed friends, Peter Pettigrew."
I looked more closely at the picture, wondering why this clipping would be connected to the paper. I skimmed through the rest of the paper, finding nothing important. Then, I sat pondering at the picture of the Weasleys.
" The youngest Weasley boy, Ron Weasley who attends Hogwarts School of
Witchcraft and Wizardry
& is good friends with Harry Potter,
brought his pet rat Scabbers along with him,
in hope of finding an ancient potion or tonic that would keep
His extraordinarily old rat in good health."
Sirius finally had what he needed. Proof.
When Cornelius came to see me, it was odd. He seemed in a very disgruntled mood. He eyed me before entering my pathetic cell. There seemed to be a mist around him, His mind seemed so clogged with questions they seemed to be visible. As usual, his hair was unkempt, and his clothes had a layer of dust on them, though he was always so up to date. Sirius noticed why; he kept the most recent Daily Prophet in his back pocket.
I wondered what was going on in the world I had known so well. Now, all I knew was this dark, dank cell. Fudge walked through the with such an irritable mood hanging around him that I wanted to back away from him.
The doorway had no door. Gates and doors were of no use here. Azkaban had other terrors. First off, there were the Dementors. Decrepit creatures they were, sucked the good memories from you. Then, There were charms that were set on the doorways and windows so that if an inmate were to attempt to leave his or her cell, they would get zapped, as if by the Muggles' electricity. There were ways to get past those gates. When I had first been brought here, I had turned into my dog form and explored the prison. Then a Dementor had gotten hold ofme. It sucked the hope, the love, the energy right out of me. Since then, I just hasn't had the nerve to use magic again. I know I should try to get out, but I don't want to come face- to-face with another Dementor. The cell was now being even more heavily guarded because The Minister of Magic was inside the cell of the most known criminal in Azkaban.
" Well, Sirius, The world I'm afraid, had long since coped with your betrayal and you are very much forgotten by many. There are very few that still remember or have to deal with you, I being one of them. I have received a few complaints from the Dementors.."
He stopped mid sentence to look at me. I was sitting and listening intently on what he had to say. " Why aren't you like the other prisoners? Your not babbling like them or writing on the walls, you seem to be just. Normal. Or wait, maybe your just a psycho that pretends to be normal." He was almost glaring at me. I laughed to myself. He was upset that he finally couldn't put a finger on the cause of some oddity. He studied my face for some reason to put me in Isolation, as if this wasn't enough. I could feel filth on my face, But there were two lighter streaks that ran down my cheeks. Those were the evidence of fallen tears, of forgotten love, and renewed pain. My hair was just over shoulder length, and exactly the way I'd kept it in and since Hogwarts. My old dragonhide boots sat underneath the plank of wood held by chains that served as a bed. I sat uncomfortably on it. Cornelius's puzzled face still tried to barrel into my soul, which he thought was hidden, but really, it was in everything he saw. He just didn't understand reality. And I, I had had plenty of quiet years in this cell to think and realize what reality is. " You killed them you know. James and Lily, and you almost got your godson killed as well!" I knew this story very well. I had figured it out years ago and played it to myself in my quiet misery when the moon wasn't full and my mind hadn't been preoccupied. I had killed James and Lily. If only I could have had some faith in myself, all this wouldn't have happened. James and Lily would still be happily raising Harry and I would be out with Moony, possibly sharing a small cottage or house with him now. Oh, but it didn't help to dwell on fantasies- the whole wake-up and smell the rot was all too unpleasant to come back to. Fudges face had gone bright red. " YOU KILLED THEM!!!!!! YOU BLOODY BETRAYING ARSEHOLE, HOW DARE YOU!!!! WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO TELL HARRY? 'HI HARRY, I'M THE MINISTER OF MAGIC, JUST THOUGHT I'D LET YOU KNOW YOUR ONLY OTHER LIVING RELATIVE IS THE CRIMINAL THAT BETRAYED YOUR PARENTS. JUST THOUGHT I'D LET THAT THOUGHT HAUNT YOU FOR A WHILE.' !!! What do I tell him? WHAT DO I TELL HIM?!" Cornelius's rage had attracted some onlookers. Three Dementors stood fascinated with Fudge's rage. The started to come into my grimy cell. Uh-uh. " Leave my cell, you bloody creeps." I said. To my surprise, they slowly glided out and turned in opposite directions and left. Cornelius turned to leave but I stopped him. " Wait Cornelius," I saw it in the way he stopped so quickly that he was surprised I could talk so gently and innocently. Really, so was I. " Could I have your copy of the paper? That is if your done with it." I knew he was, It was late in the afternoon and I was almost always on the end of his 'To See' list. And the fact it was yellowing helped. He turned and held out the paper. Not far enough for me to politely take it, though. His eyes seemed to glaze over and mist then. " Some times, I wonder where the rest of Peter's body went to.." His eyes cleared and I couldn't beleive that he doubted his own investigation. He dropped the paper at my feet and stalked out of the cell. I looked down, feeling too lazy to bend and pick it up. There was a picture of a very red-headed family. The Weasleys. They were in Egypt and had won something. There was a very oddly placed clipping a few pages back. I picked the paper up and took the clipping out. It was much older than the rest of the paper.
" . and all that was left of the massacre was bits of Muggles and a
finger that supposedly belonged to one of
The betrayed friends, Peter Pettigrew."
I looked more closely at the picture, wondering why this clipping would be connected to the paper. I skimmed through the rest of the paper, finding nothing important. Then, I sat pondering at the picture of the Weasleys.
" The youngest Weasley boy, Ron Weasley who attends Hogwarts School of
Witchcraft and Wizardry
& is good friends with Harry Potter,
brought his pet rat Scabbers along with him,
in hope of finding an ancient potion or tonic that would keep
His extraordinarily old rat in good health."
Sirius finally had what he needed. Proof.