Summary: [short story] Azkaban. Hell on earth for those who are there. The thoughts of one prisoner as he is forced to remember memories.
Author's Notes: Whoo! Go me! ^.^" I rock! Yeah, I probably don't, but I feel like I'm on a roll with this little ficlet. ^.^" I've decided to turn this into a fic of short stories all told from Sirius' POV. It really does help with my thinking process and I think I'll be able to write some of Of Hidden Truths soon (after I work on my English 3 assignment that I've been putting off--7 page report -.-') Hope you all enjoy! ^.~!
Disclaimer: Don't own HP. -.-' If I would the ending of Ootp would be SO different. Believe me *winks* All characters belong to JK Rowling because she is the mastermind who created them. Duh.
"He remind me of one of my mum's house elves..."
"LILY AND JAMES, SIRIUS! HOW COULD YOU?"
He shivered and pressed against the corner, attempting to get away from the voices and the cold. He could hear people screaming all around him--or muttering insanely, talking to the Dark Lord or Santa Clause.
He snorted at the thought. He'd only been in his cell for little more than a day. He couldn't tell exactly how long because it seemed like Azkaban was a place where nightmares were constant, and nightmares only came during the night.
Their bodies lay side by side, having been pulled out of the rubble by their loyal friend. James--
He brought his hands to his head and clutched the roots of his hair, his eyes squeezing shut. No. Not those memories. He couldn't relive those memories...
"Well...if you don't want to be best man..."
God...James was gone...his best friend for years, the only one person that understood him at all. His friend--brother was dead.
"Cheerful and anticipating, Sirius...seeing you trip in your robes."
Lily...a sister to him, really. Having wanting to stop James from hurting her. It hadn't been that way always. He could remember a tme when she annoyed him too much, but James had always had his eye on her...
Tears pricked his eyes as he sat in his cell. He already felt like he was going to lose his mind. Memories of his friends, and their lives at Hogwarts and beyond relentlessly became front and center because of the Dementors. How he hated those creatures...
"Pah-foo'! Pah-foo'!"
He froze as the innocent voice floated from his memory. Harry...in the shock of everything that had happened, he'd pushed thoughts of his best friend's son out of his mind. Hagrid had gotten him on Dumbledore's orders. He hadn't even had a chance to wipe the blood from the babe's forehead when the half-giant arrived.
"Yeh have ta give him ta meh, Sirius. Dumbledore's orders."
"It's all right, Harry. I'll be back, I promise. Take my motobike, Hagrid. I won't be needing it."
He'd promise Harry he'd return. How was he to know Peter would have gotten away, framing him? He was Harry's godfather, damn it! The least he could have done was tell Lily's friend, the younger Arabella, even if the damnable witch had run off!
"Look what Padfoot got you, son! It's a--what is it?"
"It's a game. Made it myself!"
"...right."
Laughter at the memory was so tempting, but grief made it more heart-wrenching than anything. Damn it all if this was fair! Here he was, trapped in a place better known as Hell while the actual guilty man was running free--maybe as a rat, but who really cares? He was innocent and yet still trapped!
The injustice of it all could probably keep over thirty Dementors happy for ages.
"This is hardly dignified, Sirius."
"Quiet, Moony. I'm practicing Zen cursing..."
It explained why he wasn't already barking mad, he thought sourly. Dementors could only be a real effective form of torment if the person had any hope and happiness that could be torn away and then destroyed. There wasn't any of that for him. His friends were dead, another was their betrayer, the last believed he was the traitor, and he couldn't think about Harry because of what happened to his parents and the thought of where he might be--probably with those detestable relatives of Lily's, his only living relatives.
God, if only he'd listened to what James had been saying!
"You know I trust you with my life, Sirius, and I don't want to put any more of a burden on you, but...I feel as though I can trust you with Lily and Harry's as well..."
It had been the perfect bluff! How could it have gone wrong? When did Peter become a Death Eater, of all things?
"Not like he ever tells us where he's going. We have to overhear conversations now..."
Remus...how could he have ever doubted Remus? Hadn't he become an illegal Animagus to help him? Hadn't it been his idea? Why, then, did he immediately jump to the conclusion that he was the spy? He trusted Remus! Had lived with him for years!
"No! What I'm saying is that you're basing this on circumstantial evidence!"
James had known Remus would have never turned against them. He had been right; it had been circumstantial. Just like how they had thrown him in Azkaban without a second thought because he was a Black. One of the last of one of the darkest lines of wizards.
He sighed, shuddering non-stop with the cold caused by the Dementors. They weren't very close now, so he figured someone was coming his way, and indeed, someone was. Two Aurors came by his cell with a witch between them. She was about to leave view of the cell when she turned her head slightly in his direction, a wicked smile on her face as she recognized him.
Bellatrix. Finally caught. Hopefully with her husband as well. One less Black for them to worry about, he thought icily as he caught her eye.
It's all over, the look said. Your friends may have died, but the Dark Lord is forever immortal!
He sneered at her, wanting to tell her that she would rot in Hell, but then she was gone, and he was alone with his memories.
"We'll stick together through thick and thin, right?"
Author's Notes: Well, that's the end of the second short story. Might not have seem realistic with the Dementors, but this is still pretty early in Sirius' stay in Azkaban and with Voldemort having been destroyed, the Dementors are frenzying on Death Eaters and whatnot. Or at least, that's my reasoning. Anyway, the next one will be out soon!
Oh, and if you recognize some of the quotes but not all of them, that's because those are parts I don't have out yet and whatnot. That's right, people, this is following my Of Hidden Truths storyline, but no worries, it won't have any of the real juicy stuff that's in the actual story ^.^"
Author's Notes: Whoo! Go me! ^.^" I rock! Yeah, I probably don't, but I feel like I'm on a roll with this little ficlet. ^.^" I've decided to turn this into a fic of short stories all told from Sirius' POV. It really does help with my thinking process and I think I'll be able to write some of Of Hidden Truths soon (after I work on my English 3 assignment that I've been putting off--7 page report -.-') Hope you all enjoy! ^.~!
Disclaimer: Don't own HP. -.-' If I would the ending of Ootp would be SO different. Believe me *winks* All characters belong to JK Rowling because she is the mastermind who created them. Duh.
"He remind me of one of my mum's house elves..."
"LILY AND JAMES, SIRIUS! HOW COULD YOU?"
He shivered and pressed against the corner, attempting to get away from the voices and the cold. He could hear people screaming all around him--or muttering insanely, talking to the Dark Lord or Santa Clause.
He snorted at the thought. He'd only been in his cell for little more than a day. He couldn't tell exactly how long because it seemed like Azkaban was a place where nightmares were constant, and nightmares only came during the night.
Their bodies lay side by side, having been pulled out of the rubble by their loyal friend. James--
He brought his hands to his head and clutched the roots of his hair, his eyes squeezing shut. No. Not those memories. He couldn't relive those memories...
"Well...if you don't want to be best man..."
God...James was gone...his best friend for years, the only one person that understood him at all. His friend--brother was dead.
"Cheerful and anticipating, Sirius...seeing you trip in your robes."
Lily...a sister to him, really. Having wanting to stop James from hurting her. It hadn't been that way always. He could remember a tme when she annoyed him too much, but James had always had his eye on her...
Tears pricked his eyes as he sat in his cell. He already felt like he was going to lose his mind. Memories of his friends, and their lives at Hogwarts and beyond relentlessly became front and center because of the Dementors. How he hated those creatures...
"Pah-foo'! Pah-foo'!"
He froze as the innocent voice floated from his memory. Harry...in the shock of everything that had happened, he'd pushed thoughts of his best friend's son out of his mind. Hagrid had gotten him on Dumbledore's orders. He hadn't even had a chance to wipe the blood from the babe's forehead when the half-giant arrived.
"Yeh have ta give him ta meh, Sirius. Dumbledore's orders."
"It's all right, Harry. I'll be back, I promise. Take my motobike, Hagrid. I won't be needing it."
He'd promise Harry he'd return. How was he to know Peter would have gotten away, framing him? He was Harry's godfather, damn it! The least he could have done was tell Lily's friend, the younger Arabella, even if the damnable witch had run off!
"Look what Padfoot got you, son! It's a--what is it?"
"It's a game. Made it myself!"
"...right."
Laughter at the memory was so tempting, but grief made it more heart-wrenching than anything. Damn it all if this was fair! Here he was, trapped in a place better known as Hell while the actual guilty man was running free--maybe as a rat, but who really cares? He was innocent and yet still trapped!
The injustice of it all could probably keep over thirty Dementors happy for ages.
"This is hardly dignified, Sirius."
"Quiet, Moony. I'm practicing Zen cursing..."
It explained why he wasn't already barking mad, he thought sourly. Dementors could only be a real effective form of torment if the person had any hope and happiness that could be torn away and then destroyed. There wasn't any of that for him. His friends were dead, another was their betrayer, the last believed he was the traitor, and he couldn't think about Harry because of what happened to his parents and the thought of where he might be--probably with those detestable relatives of Lily's, his only living relatives.
God, if only he'd listened to what James had been saying!
"You know I trust you with my life, Sirius, and I don't want to put any more of a burden on you, but...I feel as though I can trust you with Lily and Harry's as well..."
It had been the perfect bluff! How could it have gone wrong? When did Peter become a Death Eater, of all things?
"Not like he ever tells us where he's going. We have to overhear conversations now..."
Remus...how could he have ever doubted Remus? Hadn't he become an illegal Animagus to help him? Hadn't it been his idea? Why, then, did he immediately jump to the conclusion that he was the spy? He trusted Remus! Had lived with him for years!
"No! What I'm saying is that you're basing this on circumstantial evidence!"
James had known Remus would have never turned against them. He had been right; it had been circumstantial. Just like how they had thrown him in Azkaban without a second thought because he was a Black. One of the last of one of the darkest lines of wizards.
He sighed, shuddering non-stop with the cold caused by the Dementors. They weren't very close now, so he figured someone was coming his way, and indeed, someone was. Two Aurors came by his cell with a witch between them. She was about to leave view of the cell when she turned her head slightly in his direction, a wicked smile on her face as she recognized him.
Bellatrix. Finally caught. Hopefully with her husband as well. One less Black for them to worry about, he thought icily as he caught her eye.
It's all over, the look said. Your friends may have died, but the Dark Lord is forever immortal!
He sneered at her, wanting to tell her that she would rot in Hell, but then she was gone, and he was alone with his memories.
"We'll stick together through thick and thin, right?"
Author's Notes: Well, that's the end of the second short story. Might not have seem realistic with the Dementors, but this is still pretty early in Sirius' stay in Azkaban and with Voldemort having been destroyed, the Dementors are frenzying on Death Eaters and whatnot. Or at least, that's my reasoning. Anyway, the next one will be out soon!
Oh, and if you recognize some of the quotes but not all of them, that's because those are parts I don't have out yet and whatnot. That's right, people, this is following my Of Hidden Truths storyline, but no worries, it won't have any of the real juicy stuff that's in the actual story ^.^"