Chapter 2 - By Tarrah Gore
Mood: Simple
Music: Black Lab - Time Ago
Disclaimer: Sirius Black and Remus Lupin, Azkaban, Ron Weasley, Hogwarts,
the use of Owls, and all that other mentioned stuff, It's not mine. I wish
I owned Siri and Lupin though... nice thoughts(. If you like, then review,
If you hate, then shove your review up your arse, If you find a typo, or
some writing suggestions, go ahead, your welcome to put it in your review.
I don't really care, though I do read all of it. Obviously, I have no life
besides my computer ,existing, writing slash, and Obsessing over Siri(. La
de bullshit da. Oh, yeah. I Do purposely listen to music with titles like,
Bark at the moon, Black Lab, Wolfshine, Dogstar, when I'm writing
FanFiction. It keeps my mind from wandering too far and on the subject.
Without it, I would be slashing Lupin with Mr. Orgonick, a science teacher
at my school. Wouldn't that be frightening?
Sirius ripped the thin wordless border from a page in the Daily Prophet. He had found a pencil a few years back, and had written a few messages out. Most of them were to Moony, but he was always disappointed. Moony was either ignoring the messages or too hurt to write back. Siri thought it was a mix of both. There would be an owl that would pass by every two days. It had been a day since he had seen it. He wrote a very short and quick note to Remus, and was going to send that picture of the Weasleys and their article, plus the clipping he'd found.
I finally have proof. Look at the picture, read the article along with it.
Send word if you understand, or if you don't, your owl will find me. ~ Please, send a bit longer answer this time?
Days passed and all he saw through the bars was sad grey sky. All he could do was wait. Then, on the 5th day, he saw the bird, flapping wildly towards the building. It was really exhausted. Sirius held the note out between the bars and the owl flew and landed tiredly on the foot-thick cement cubby in the wall that served as a window. The owl sat, resting for a few minutes, and let Sirius tie the note to its leg. But, for prison owls, you needed to pay a price. The owl waited patiently for its reward. Sirius walked over to the dish that sat, still full with stale bread, stale bread, and a few crumbs of stale bread, next to the doorway to his cell. He picked up the dish entirely and brought it to the window. He shoved the biggest pieces through the bars and the owl clicked its beak in approval. Siri knew that giving the owl a lot of what it wanted would insure a quick delivery and reply. After eating every crumb Sirius had given it, the owl set off determinedly. All Siri could do again was wait. Wait like he had been for 12 years. But now, he had tangible proof.
A few hours passed, and he continued his endless pacing. A Dementor came to watch him. Siri figured that they were fascinated by human behavior. In the end he didn't like being stared at, so he returned the favour. He stood exactly parallel with the Dementor and stared right into its gaping hood to where he thought it's eyes were. The Dementor tilted his head at an odd sort of angle, then glided away, hands held professionally behind it's back. He had nothing better to do, so he glared at the sad board that served as a better roof than a thing that should be sleepable. When it rained, the ceiling would leak. He'd investigated that ceiling many times trying to find the source of water, crack, or leak, but he had no such luck. Presently, he looked at the chains that held it to the wall. The chains suddenly broke. Oopps. The young guard who had just started working at Azkaban walked by with such a fearful look on his face, you'd think he'd been petrified.
They almost cared for the prisoners here. They would give out Bread and water three times a week. Sirius ate the bread on occasion, but only asked for water. He paced the few feet he had until the light in the cell became lesser and lesser. Then he went to the north-facing window and saw a bitter blue-green glow of a past sunset. But that's now what he cared about. He saw storm clouds. That would mean his reply from Remus would be delayed. If there was any. He turned into Padfoot for the first time in a good while, and curled up in the corner near the window. He hadn't slept in a very long time either, but for some reason, the comfort of receiving a message from Remus seemed to help him sleep. He didn't wake until morning.
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I woke from the dreamless sleep I'd been enjoying. Something was making noise at the window. I got up, forgetting I'd gone to sleep as Padfoot, and walked over to the little owl that greeted me with a satisfied hoot. He held out a small business card sized piece of paper. I opened it up and devoured the words quickly, but memorized each of them.
I get it. I apologize for not believing you, but I can save all the ' I'm
sorry' s and the mushy stuff for later.
I assume I'll be seeing you soon? Your welcome to stay with me.
~ Moony
" God Moony, your such a bloody romantic." I smiled at the way he couldn't keep the coldness in his notes anymore. All the messages I had received from him were very plain, and very blank. I'd saved each one of them. There were 2. One said 'Fine' and the other said ' No'. I shoved the note into my pocket and looked at the owl who had fallen asleep. " Little owl, I'm leaving tonight. You won't be seeing me again. Here, have the rest of my bread." I dumped the crumbs and chunks of bread through the bars and the owl woke irritated, but instantly forgiving when it saw the present I'd given him. I was almost sad to see my home of 12 years go. Almost. " Well, If you don't mind, It's going to be a long few days of running, I better get some more sleep." The owl was asleep before I was, It had eaten all the bread and was breathing slow and contently. ' It's going to be a long few days, love..' I heard as I drifted into another world.
Sirius ripped the thin wordless border from a page in the Daily Prophet. He had found a pencil a few years back, and had written a few messages out. Most of them were to Moony, but he was always disappointed. Moony was either ignoring the messages or too hurt to write back. Siri thought it was a mix of both. There would be an owl that would pass by every two days. It had been a day since he had seen it. He wrote a very short and quick note to Remus, and was going to send that picture of the Weasleys and their article, plus the clipping he'd found.
I finally have proof. Look at the picture, read the article along with it.
Send word if you understand, or if you don't, your owl will find me. ~ Please, send a bit longer answer this time?
Days passed and all he saw through the bars was sad grey sky. All he could do was wait. Then, on the 5th day, he saw the bird, flapping wildly towards the building. It was really exhausted. Sirius held the note out between the bars and the owl flew and landed tiredly on the foot-thick cement cubby in the wall that served as a window. The owl sat, resting for a few minutes, and let Sirius tie the note to its leg. But, for prison owls, you needed to pay a price. The owl waited patiently for its reward. Sirius walked over to the dish that sat, still full with stale bread, stale bread, and a few crumbs of stale bread, next to the doorway to his cell. He picked up the dish entirely and brought it to the window. He shoved the biggest pieces through the bars and the owl clicked its beak in approval. Siri knew that giving the owl a lot of what it wanted would insure a quick delivery and reply. After eating every crumb Sirius had given it, the owl set off determinedly. All Siri could do again was wait. Wait like he had been for 12 years. But now, he had tangible proof.
A few hours passed, and he continued his endless pacing. A Dementor came to watch him. Siri figured that they were fascinated by human behavior. In the end he didn't like being stared at, so he returned the favour. He stood exactly parallel with the Dementor and stared right into its gaping hood to where he thought it's eyes were. The Dementor tilted his head at an odd sort of angle, then glided away, hands held professionally behind it's back. He had nothing better to do, so he glared at the sad board that served as a better roof than a thing that should be sleepable. When it rained, the ceiling would leak. He'd investigated that ceiling many times trying to find the source of water, crack, or leak, but he had no such luck. Presently, he looked at the chains that held it to the wall. The chains suddenly broke. Oopps. The young guard who had just started working at Azkaban walked by with such a fearful look on his face, you'd think he'd been petrified.
They almost cared for the prisoners here. They would give out Bread and water three times a week. Sirius ate the bread on occasion, but only asked for water. He paced the few feet he had until the light in the cell became lesser and lesser. Then he went to the north-facing window and saw a bitter blue-green glow of a past sunset. But that's now what he cared about. He saw storm clouds. That would mean his reply from Remus would be delayed. If there was any. He turned into Padfoot for the first time in a good while, and curled up in the corner near the window. He hadn't slept in a very long time either, but for some reason, the comfort of receiving a message from Remus seemed to help him sleep. He didn't wake until morning.
_ - _ - * ~ * ~ - = + = - ~ * ~ * - _ - _
I woke from the dreamless sleep I'd been enjoying. Something was making noise at the window. I got up, forgetting I'd gone to sleep as Padfoot, and walked over to the little owl that greeted me with a satisfied hoot. He held out a small business card sized piece of paper. I opened it up and devoured the words quickly, but memorized each of them.
I get it. I apologize for not believing you, but I can save all the ' I'm
sorry' s and the mushy stuff for later.
I assume I'll be seeing you soon? Your welcome to stay with me.
~ Moony
" God Moony, your such a bloody romantic." I smiled at the way he couldn't keep the coldness in his notes anymore. All the messages I had received from him were very plain, and very blank. I'd saved each one of them. There were 2. One said 'Fine' and the other said ' No'. I shoved the note into my pocket and looked at the owl who had fallen asleep. " Little owl, I'm leaving tonight. You won't be seeing me again. Here, have the rest of my bread." I dumped the crumbs and chunks of bread through the bars and the owl woke irritated, but instantly forgiving when it saw the present I'd given him. I was almost sad to see my home of 12 years go. Almost. " Well, If you don't mind, It's going to be a long few days of running, I better get some more sleep." The owl was asleep before I was, It had eaten all the bread and was breathing slow and contently. ' It's going to be a long few days, love..' I heard as I drifted into another world.