Authors note: Thank you to the few who reviewed the first chapter for not
being too harsh. A hasty update was required, but thankfully Wormtail is no
longer a brown rat ;)
This chapter is pretty much a straightforward continuation but with a short
flashback and an amusing opening line that may be tackily familiar for one
or two reviewers.
Enjoy! ___________________________________________________________________
Chapter II
Siriusly Sirius you must stop being so Sirius all the time.
Sirius sat alone, as always, in the dark gloomy depths of his cell. He had spent the day thinking up amusing ways of working his own name into stories. Not exactly the most exciting way to occupy ones time, but the dementors found it rather entertaining, and it helped keep his true thoughts in shade.
Living alongside such vile creatures required Sirius to find out ways to combat their abilities. He had discovered fairly early on in his incarceration that to keep something light and possibly comedic at the fore front of his thoughts was the best way to deal with their capability of slowly removing a wizards powers. The dementors thought that 'awful prisoner Black' was merely sitting on his bed manically playing word games, but the truth was that this was simply a cover for the true thoughts and emotions Sirius was contemplating.
He's at Hogwarts he thought cheerfully.
He's at Hogwarts, and one day I am going to find him and smash in his chubby little face.
Sirius laughed hysterically, something the dementors guarding his door quickly noticed and remedied by sucking away the laughter like a vacuum cleaner sucks up dirt.
With his laughter firmly bottled, Sirius lay prone on his bed, staring through the bars into the courtyard and the cell opposite his, in the far distance. He couldn't quite see who was inside, but he was confident they were there for a reason.
"Unlike some of us" he incoherently mumbled.
Sirius Black, Sirius White, Sirius Green, Sirius Blue, Sirius Yellow, Sirius Purple.
Sirius screamed and slammed his head into the wall, opening a cut, which he thought, had closed the night before. There was a lack of vitamins and minerals in his diet. Despite the meagre snacks served to him by the guards, his body was slowly digesting its own living tissue. He was cannibalising himself. He almost wished little Kreacher had been around. The house elf may have been annoying, but he could certainly whip up a mean Lasagne when it was required.
Since Fudge's visit, he had spent the days mostly sleeping. For his plan to succeed it was important that he refuse to eat his meals and lose weight. Losing weight....yeah right! If Sirius lost any more weight then they would come in one day and just find a skeleton lying on his bunk clutching the photograph of the family he had ripped out of the paper. His gaunt frame now meant that even the tattoos on his chest were fading. Maybe it was just the lack of sunlight, or perhaps the guards had just used cheap ink. It had been one of Fudge's foolish ideas before he left. "Oh yes, lets stick big dark painful tattoos on the lifetime prisoners so they can be kept track of"
Bloody fool. How would Fudge like it if a dementor came at HIM with a 10 inch needle and a pot of ink. And what about AIDS? Those other prisoners could be carrying anything, and Sirius refused to believe that the dementors carefully sterilised their tattooing equipment.
Perhaps next time Fudge dropped in, Sirius would transform into his Animagus form and urinate up his leg. Such childish pranks were his speciality when in school. He had gotten away with the same trick dozens of times on many students who caused him disrespect. He would just slip away into a dark corner, transform illegally, then pop out again and mark his territory.
The number of times Snivellus Snape had his robes defecated on by that 'annoying black dog that must live in the forest' was unbelievable.
Moony had frowned upon it of course. He never did find their jokes very humorous. Jealousy perhaps. James and Sirius could transform at anytime they wished for their own amusement, poor Remus had to wait until the light of the full moon glazed the school on a monthly basis.
And then there was Wormtail. The traitor...the little bastard who ruined everything.
The pathetic idiot who used to stalk them, pretending to be their friend....following them to the common room every evening and sitting with them. Sleeping in the same room with them every night for 7 years.
The spineless shit that caused James' death.
If we lived in a fair and just world Sirius thought, it would be Peter in here.
"But the world isn't a fair and just place."
Sirius looked up anxiously at the dementor outside. Had the dementor just spoken to him? No...impossible, dementors don't have vocal chords. It couldn't have been.
Sirius Black, Sirius White, Sirius Green, Sirius Blue, Sirius Yellow, Sirius Purple.
"Nooooooooo" Sirius screamed as he slammed his head into the wall yet again, the crimson drops of blood flicking around and inexpensively redecorating the cell.
They were finally getting to him. 12 years he had managed to resist them with relative ease, and now....when happy thoughts of torturing Peter were bubbling at the forefront of his imagination, the dementors were taking control.
But he wouldn't let them.
Sirius face lengthened and he shrunk to the ground as a dog. Seconds later he found himself returning to his normal shape, powers too weak to sustain Snuffles for more then a few seconds. He groaned, clutching at his emaciated face and obsessively attempting to organise his thoughts.
He had to escape.
He was at Hogwarts.
He had to escape because Peter was at Hogwarts.
He had to escape because Harry was at Hogwarts.
Harry Potter. James and Lily's son...his Godson, the only person who mattered.
If Peter delivered Harry to Voldemort, wherever the dark lord was, then his victory would be complete....and everyone who had ever meant anything to Sirius would be no more.
*
Sirius crawled along the floor, and clambered onto his bed, curling under the sheet and facing away from the cells entrance. His eyelids began to close and he found himself drifting into a world of dreams. As if not a day had passed he was back on that street.....the year was 1981. Hapless Muggles, ignorant to their imminent deaths wondered around in a daze talking to one another without a trouble in the world. But there, amongst them.....staring back at him stood Peter Pettigrew.
"Why Peter?" Sirius asked as he stared into Pettigrew's small watery eyes.
"I don't understand?"
"You know what I'm talking about. Lily and James....they're..."
"There was a Fidelius Charm Sirius, you were their secret keeper" Pettigrew replied feigning innocence.
Sirius stepped forwards, ignoring the Muggles, his eyes angrily staring into Peter's.
"How dare you accuse me...."
Peter raised his voice causing the nearby muggles to cease their movement and turn their attention towards the duo.
"Lily and James, Sirius! How could you?"
At that exact same moment, they both went for their wands. Sirius reached for his inside pocket and raised the wand ready to curse his former friend, but it was too late. Peter had whipped his wand from his back pocket and blasted a jet of light several metres behind him, blowing apart the street and filling the air with choking fumes.
Sirius screamed and flung his hand over his face, dropping his wand. Through the dust, just in front of him, he could see Peter struggling with a knife in his hand. Sirius coughed the smoke out of his lungs and walked towards him. Peter squealed and threw aside his cloak and the knife, transforming and disappearing down the crater.
Sirius coughed again and blinked.
"HE'S AT HOGWARTS"
He awoke with a startle, mouthing the words quietly. "He's at Hogwarts"
Enough time had passed. It was time to escape and finish what had begun so long ago. Using all of his strength, Sirius threw himself downwards, transforming on the way into his canine Animagus form. The dementors were entirely ignorant to what was occurring in the cell as Sirius slipped through the bars with ease and started to run, faster then he had ever run in his life....his four legs bounding forward, pushing his undernourished body out of the main fortress and down the winding stone steps.
When he reached the bottom, he stood for a moment looking intently over towards the evening lights of Plymouth. With no hesitation he leaped into the water, and started the long journey back towards the mainland.
TO BE CONTINUED....
Enjoy! ___________________________________________________________________
Chapter II
Siriusly Sirius you must stop being so Sirius all the time.
Sirius sat alone, as always, in the dark gloomy depths of his cell. He had spent the day thinking up amusing ways of working his own name into stories. Not exactly the most exciting way to occupy ones time, but the dementors found it rather entertaining, and it helped keep his true thoughts in shade.
Living alongside such vile creatures required Sirius to find out ways to combat their abilities. He had discovered fairly early on in his incarceration that to keep something light and possibly comedic at the fore front of his thoughts was the best way to deal with their capability of slowly removing a wizards powers. The dementors thought that 'awful prisoner Black' was merely sitting on his bed manically playing word games, but the truth was that this was simply a cover for the true thoughts and emotions Sirius was contemplating.
He's at Hogwarts he thought cheerfully.
He's at Hogwarts, and one day I am going to find him and smash in his chubby little face.
Sirius laughed hysterically, something the dementors guarding his door quickly noticed and remedied by sucking away the laughter like a vacuum cleaner sucks up dirt.
With his laughter firmly bottled, Sirius lay prone on his bed, staring through the bars into the courtyard and the cell opposite his, in the far distance. He couldn't quite see who was inside, but he was confident they were there for a reason.
"Unlike some of us" he incoherently mumbled.
Sirius Black, Sirius White, Sirius Green, Sirius Blue, Sirius Yellow, Sirius Purple.
Sirius screamed and slammed his head into the wall, opening a cut, which he thought, had closed the night before. There was a lack of vitamins and minerals in his diet. Despite the meagre snacks served to him by the guards, his body was slowly digesting its own living tissue. He was cannibalising himself. He almost wished little Kreacher had been around. The house elf may have been annoying, but he could certainly whip up a mean Lasagne when it was required.
Since Fudge's visit, he had spent the days mostly sleeping. For his plan to succeed it was important that he refuse to eat his meals and lose weight. Losing weight....yeah right! If Sirius lost any more weight then they would come in one day and just find a skeleton lying on his bunk clutching the photograph of the family he had ripped out of the paper. His gaunt frame now meant that even the tattoos on his chest were fading. Maybe it was just the lack of sunlight, or perhaps the guards had just used cheap ink. It had been one of Fudge's foolish ideas before he left. "Oh yes, lets stick big dark painful tattoos on the lifetime prisoners so they can be kept track of"
Bloody fool. How would Fudge like it if a dementor came at HIM with a 10 inch needle and a pot of ink. And what about AIDS? Those other prisoners could be carrying anything, and Sirius refused to believe that the dementors carefully sterilised their tattooing equipment.
Perhaps next time Fudge dropped in, Sirius would transform into his Animagus form and urinate up his leg. Such childish pranks were his speciality when in school. He had gotten away with the same trick dozens of times on many students who caused him disrespect. He would just slip away into a dark corner, transform illegally, then pop out again and mark his territory.
The number of times Snivellus Snape had his robes defecated on by that 'annoying black dog that must live in the forest' was unbelievable.
Moony had frowned upon it of course. He never did find their jokes very humorous. Jealousy perhaps. James and Sirius could transform at anytime they wished for their own amusement, poor Remus had to wait until the light of the full moon glazed the school on a monthly basis.
And then there was Wormtail. The traitor...the little bastard who ruined everything.
The pathetic idiot who used to stalk them, pretending to be their friend....following them to the common room every evening and sitting with them. Sleeping in the same room with them every night for 7 years.
The spineless shit that caused James' death.
If we lived in a fair and just world Sirius thought, it would be Peter in here.
"But the world isn't a fair and just place."
Sirius looked up anxiously at the dementor outside. Had the dementor just spoken to him? No...impossible, dementors don't have vocal chords. It couldn't have been.
Sirius Black, Sirius White, Sirius Green, Sirius Blue, Sirius Yellow, Sirius Purple.
"Nooooooooo" Sirius screamed as he slammed his head into the wall yet again, the crimson drops of blood flicking around and inexpensively redecorating the cell.
They were finally getting to him. 12 years he had managed to resist them with relative ease, and now....when happy thoughts of torturing Peter were bubbling at the forefront of his imagination, the dementors were taking control.
But he wouldn't let them.
Sirius face lengthened and he shrunk to the ground as a dog. Seconds later he found himself returning to his normal shape, powers too weak to sustain Snuffles for more then a few seconds. He groaned, clutching at his emaciated face and obsessively attempting to organise his thoughts.
He had to escape.
He was at Hogwarts.
He had to escape because Peter was at Hogwarts.
He had to escape because Harry was at Hogwarts.
Harry Potter. James and Lily's son...his Godson, the only person who mattered.
If Peter delivered Harry to Voldemort, wherever the dark lord was, then his victory would be complete....and everyone who had ever meant anything to Sirius would be no more.
*
Sirius crawled along the floor, and clambered onto his bed, curling under the sheet and facing away from the cells entrance. His eyelids began to close and he found himself drifting into a world of dreams. As if not a day had passed he was back on that street.....the year was 1981. Hapless Muggles, ignorant to their imminent deaths wondered around in a daze talking to one another without a trouble in the world. But there, amongst them.....staring back at him stood Peter Pettigrew.
"Why Peter?" Sirius asked as he stared into Pettigrew's small watery eyes.
"I don't understand?"
"You know what I'm talking about. Lily and James....they're..."
"There was a Fidelius Charm Sirius, you were their secret keeper" Pettigrew replied feigning innocence.
Sirius stepped forwards, ignoring the Muggles, his eyes angrily staring into Peter's.
"How dare you accuse me...."
Peter raised his voice causing the nearby muggles to cease their movement and turn their attention towards the duo.
"Lily and James, Sirius! How could you?"
At that exact same moment, they both went for their wands. Sirius reached for his inside pocket and raised the wand ready to curse his former friend, but it was too late. Peter had whipped his wand from his back pocket and blasted a jet of light several metres behind him, blowing apart the street and filling the air with choking fumes.
Sirius screamed and flung his hand over his face, dropping his wand. Through the dust, just in front of him, he could see Peter struggling with a knife in his hand. Sirius coughed the smoke out of his lungs and walked towards him. Peter squealed and threw aside his cloak and the knife, transforming and disappearing down the crater.
Sirius coughed again and blinked.
"HE'S AT HOGWARTS"
He awoke with a startle, mouthing the words quietly. "He's at Hogwarts"
Enough time had passed. It was time to escape and finish what had begun so long ago. Using all of his strength, Sirius threw himself downwards, transforming on the way into his canine Animagus form. The dementors were entirely ignorant to what was occurring in the cell as Sirius slipped through the bars with ease and started to run, faster then he had ever run in his life....his four legs bounding forward, pushing his undernourished body out of the main fortress and down the winding stone steps.
When he reached the bottom, he stood for a moment looking intently over towards the evening lights of Plymouth. With no hesitation he leaped into the water, and started the long journey back towards the mainland.
TO BE CONTINUED....