I have been asked to continue the story of Sirius and he getting out of
Azkaban so here it is- Chapter two. The story from now on will in Sirius'
point of view and I have a mind to continue writing most of the important
parts of book three through Sirius' point of view. Tell me what you guys
thing!
"Go to Harry...The one you seek is at Hogwarts."
For some reason the thought of James saying that came to my head, as if from a far away dream of mine. It was too outrageous to comprehend, James was dead and none of my wanting it to be false would change that. In the past the thought that I was innocent had managed to keep me as sane as possible but since that eerie night with the dream the words "He's at Hogwarts" managed to keep the bad memories and fears at bay. This resemblance of sanity was of course barring that the dementors around me constantly. I was usually their favorite person to bother; I was the "infamous Sirius Black" after all, the murder who had turned on his best friend.
The dream had told me what I needed to know and now all I had to do was make the plans. I had decided the best way to get out of this hell was to sneak through the bars as a dog and somehow make my way to Harry and that traitorous rat. Picking up the scrap of the newspaper fudge had given my and placing it in a small pocket of my tattered, disgusting robes I changed into a dog and sat waiting for the dementors to give me the tray of food that was required. Peeking out as much as Padfoot's head would allow I felt my tail wag at the creatures moving towards my door. Taking a few steps back as the door of my prison opened I was able to slip in between two blind dementors and out of the cage.
Without another moment's hesitation Padfoot was running down the long hall of cages and I could help but look left and right seeing the other prisoners who I had heard all those years but not seen. I would feel pity if they had not been death eaters in the past and so the organ that had once resembled my heart felt nothing for these disgusting foul creatures. I even took a few moments to look into the cage of my cousin Bellatrix. Giving a growl at the foul being that actually shared my blood I felt no remorse when I turned my back on her and continued towards the front doors and freedom.
A few hours later I dragged the weary body of Padfoot onto the mainland and shook to get rid of as much of the frigid water as possible. Taking one good look at the freedom around me, I collapsed on the edge in weariness knowing nothing but darkness.
Once I came to again I was no longer wet nor was there any light. I had woken from the best sleep I had received in 12 years, no doubt due to the fact that I had escaped Azkaban and the dementors. Since it was night I switched back to my normal human form and moved towards the water to splash it on my face and as the water settled from the ripples I had made I was shocked. Placing my hands on my face to make sure it was truly mine I stared in shock. 12 years had made me unrecognizable. My hair was all the way to my elbows, my face was thin, waxen and my eyes...I looked more dead then alive. And maybe that had more truth then I cared to realize. I no longer was half the man I once was all those years ago. Turning my thoughts away from that I took off the robes that were horridly dirty and slipped into the cold water, having my first time being clean in who knows how long.
Once I got out I had no choice but to put the robes back on, but I had at least made myself into some resemblance of cleanliness. Moving back into the forest and shadows I could not deny anymore that I was ravenous for some true food and changing into the dog once more I went hunting for some small animal. Raising my noise into the air and sniffing around I was glad to realize that there was food close by. Taking off at a run I let the dogs instincts take over and was able to sneak up and catch a rabbit with no trouble. Laying the carcass in-between my paws my jaws easily went at work ripping the rabbit apart and enjoying the taste of real meat and a real meal.
Finishing the rabbit I rose and wiped the blood from my mouth and paws before once more changing to my human form. I was not afraid to be in my human form because first no human, wizard or muggle, was stupid enough to live near Azkaban prison and secondly I was in the middle of the forest. There were only animals to hear and see me now. Curling my knees to my chest for warmth I wondered if I had done the right thing. Freedom was, not scary, but so different since I had last enjoyed it. The man I had once been, the handsome pranker, was long dead and all that was left was a resemblance of a once happy man who had everything to look forward to. The thought of my future also ran in my head. I would kill Peter, I would avenge James and Lily, but after that what would happen? If anyone even remotely believed my story I would still have no life to look forward to.
And then I wondered what had happened to Remus? I knew that he thought I was the murderer and if I could even find him would he believe my side and listen? But I knew that no matter what I would kill Peter, I would have my revenge, but after that I had decided that anything else didn't matter. Harry....
My godson how had I been so stupid to forget that! Of course something else mattered. I would get him out of Lily's sister's house and make a home for the two of us. I owed it to James and Lily to take care of the boy that I had loved as a child yet no longer knew. As I fell into a peaceful sleep I wondered fleetingly if he still looked as much as James as he had as a baby and if his eyes were still as strikingly green as Lily's.
When the sun shone into my eyes early the next morning I jumped awake not remembering where I was and why I was seeing sun. I had escaped; I was the first person to even escape Azkaban prison and its dementors. For the first time since I lost everything I felt my lips curve into a smile. I had not smiled in so long it felt weird as if I was no longer Sirius Black but in some other body who knew what it was to feel happiness. Running my fingers over my upwards curved lips I was in shock and wondered what it would be like to laugh, or even talk to another sane person. My voice was so underused would it be able to do anything but scream as I had while enduring night after night of nightmares?
Unwilling to contemplate this at the moment I rose and took care of my body's necessities as well as food for the morning. Once these few things were taken care of I decided that it was time to make my way towards Surrey where I knew Harry must still be living with those relatives. I don't know why I had to go to Surrey but something told me that I must see Harry before I went to Hogwarts so I could at least put to rest the thought of what he looked like. With that decided I changed once more into the form of the large black dog Padfoot and began the long journey to Surrey and the son of my best friend in the world.
"Go to Harry...The one you seek is at Hogwarts."
For some reason the thought of James saying that came to my head, as if from a far away dream of mine. It was too outrageous to comprehend, James was dead and none of my wanting it to be false would change that. In the past the thought that I was innocent had managed to keep me as sane as possible but since that eerie night with the dream the words "He's at Hogwarts" managed to keep the bad memories and fears at bay. This resemblance of sanity was of course barring that the dementors around me constantly. I was usually their favorite person to bother; I was the "infamous Sirius Black" after all, the murder who had turned on his best friend.
The dream had told me what I needed to know and now all I had to do was make the plans. I had decided the best way to get out of this hell was to sneak through the bars as a dog and somehow make my way to Harry and that traitorous rat. Picking up the scrap of the newspaper fudge had given my and placing it in a small pocket of my tattered, disgusting robes I changed into a dog and sat waiting for the dementors to give me the tray of food that was required. Peeking out as much as Padfoot's head would allow I felt my tail wag at the creatures moving towards my door. Taking a few steps back as the door of my prison opened I was able to slip in between two blind dementors and out of the cage.
Without another moment's hesitation Padfoot was running down the long hall of cages and I could help but look left and right seeing the other prisoners who I had heard all those years but not seen. I would feel pity if they had not been death eaters in the past and so the organ that had once resembled my heart felt nothing for these disgusting foul creatures. I even took a few moments to look into the cage of my cousin Bellatrix. Giving a growl at the foul being that actually shared my blood I felt no remorse when I turned my back on her and continued towards the front doors and freedom.
A few hours later I dragged the weary body of Padfoot onto the mainland and shook to get rid of as much of the frigid water as possible. Taking one good look at the freedom around me, I collapsed on the edge in weariness knowing nothing but darkness.
Once I came to again I was no longer wet nor was there any light. I had woken from the best sleep I had received in 12 years, no doubt due to the fact that I had escaped Azkaban and the dementors. Since it was night I switched back to my normal human form and moved towards the water to splash it on my face and as the water settled from the ripples I had made I was shocked. Placing my hands on my face to make sure it was truly mine I stared in shock. 12 years had made me unrecognizable. My hair was all the way to my elbows, my face was thin, waxen and my eyes...I looked more dead then alive. And maybe that had more truth then I cared to realize. I no longer was half the man I once was all those years ago. Turning my thoughts away from that I took off the robes that were horridly dirty and slipped into the cold water, having my first time being clean in who knows how long.
Once I got out I had no choice but to put the robes back on, but I had at least made myself into some resemblance of cleanliness. Moving back into the forest and shadows I could not deny anymore that I was ravenous for some true food and changing into the dog once more I went hunting for some small animal. Raising my noise into the air and sniffing around I was glad to realize that there was food close by. Taking off at a run I let the dogs instincts take over and was able to sneak up and catch a rabbit with no trouble. Laying the carcass in-between my paws my jaws easily went at work ripping the rabbit apart and enjoying the taste of real meat and a real meal.
Finishing the rabbit I rose and wiped the blood from my mouth and paws before once more changing to my human form. I was not afraid to be in my human form because first no human, wizard or muggle, was stupid enough to live near Azkaban prison and secondly I was in the middle of the forest. There were only animals to hear and see me now. Curling my knees to my chest for warmth I wondered if I had done the right thing. Freedom was, not scary, but so different since I had last enjoyed it. The man I had once been, the handsome pranker, was long dead and all that was left was a resemblance of a once happy man who had everything to look forward to. The thought of my future also ran in my head. I would kill Peter, I would avenge James and Lily, but after that what would happen? If anyone even remotely believed my story I would still have no life to look forward to.
And then I wondered what had happened to Remus? I knew that he thought I was the murderer and if I could even find him would he believe my side and listen? But I knew that no matter what I would kill Peter, I would have my revenge, but after that I had decided that anything else didn't matter. Harry....
My godson how had I been so stupid to forget that! Of course something else mattered. I would get him out of Lily's sister's house and make a home for the two of us. I owed it to James and Lily to take care of the boy that I had loved as a child yet no longer knew. As I fell into a peaceful sleep I wondered fleetingly if he still looked as much as James as he had as a baby and if his eyes were still as strikingly green as Lily's.
When the sun shone into my eyes early the next morning I jumped awake not remembering where I was and why I was seeing sun. I had escaped; I was the first person to even escape Azkaban prison and its dementors. For the first time since I lost everything I felt my lips curve into a smile. I had not smiled in so long it felt weird as if I was no longer Sirius Black but in some other body who knew what it was to feel happiness. Running my fingers over my upwards curved lips I was in shock and wondered what it would be like to laugh, or even talk to another sane person. My voice was so underused would it be able to do anything but scream as I had while enduring night after night of nightmares?
Unwilling to contemplate this at the moment I rose and took care of my body's necessities as well as food for the morning. Once these few things were taken care of I decided that it was time to make my way towards Surrey where I knew Harry must still be living with those relatives. I don't know why I had to go to Surrey but something told me that I must see Harry before I went to Hogwarts so I could at least put to rest the thought of what he looked like. With that decided I changed once more into the form of the large black dog Padfoot and began the long journey to Surrey and the son of my best friend in the world.
