CHAPTER EIGHT
Black and the Warden
The fate of Vincent Matthews still brought a shiver up the spine of Sirius Black. Sirius himself had thought about the possibilites of escaping, but after Vincent bit it, he really didn't think too much on it anymore. There was no way to escape this mad house, he, Sirius Black was stuck here for all eternity.
It had been more than three years since that terrible night and was now May of 1986, Sirius was keeping track of time, but how he was doing it, he did not know. But then he remembered the little snippits of the Daily Prophet that Marcus gave him every now and again gave him some clues of what the month and year was. It was Saturday, May 10, 1986 when he first heard it. He was very popular now with many of the prisoners and they took the time to say "Happy Birthday, Sirius." From the shadows of their cells. Sirius didn't have a Happy Birthday because he could not allow the Dementors to know that he still did have some emotions.
He was still heavily guarded, no matter what kind of light he tried to put on it, he was still in Hell. The screams of the prisoners still echoed through the halls during the Night hours. But since he arrival in Azkaban back in 1981, he had been trying to cheer the prisoners up by telling them jokes and things of that nature. Although it did little in the long run, Black did allow them a few seconds of much needed laughter.
One person that was not happy about what Black was doing to the prison was the head of the prison himself, the Warden. This man was making the High Security Prisoners' punishments that so much of a burden and that was making him sick. This Sirius Black was their Redemption from the hell that they were put in for punishment. And if things kept up, this prison would be nothing more than a correctional facility. This had to stop, he must stop it. If he didn't stop it, the eight hundred year dynasty that his ancestors had past down to him would come to an end. If it did, he would be the laughing stock of the magical community.
It was on that May 10 in 1986 that the warden summoned Sirius Black into his office. Sirius, puzzled at this request, did what he was told. After only five minutes of being alone in the damp and dark office, the door to the Minimum Security Wing opened and the Warden came in, eyeing Sirius with much dislike. The Warden grunted as he sat down, and pulled a cigar from his pocket. Upon lighting it, he took a breath and then took the cigar out of his mouth, "What are you doing to this prison?"
Black didn't say anything. He didn't think he was doing anything wrong.
"You don't know what you're doing?" The Warden continued on, smoking his cigar and then continuing, "I'll tell you what you're doing, you are turning the Maximum Security Wing into a PLAY PEN!" He growled.
"What you are doing is disrupting the system and everything it stands for!"
Black took a deep breath and then said, "I am giving them hope."
"HOPE?!" He said astounded, "THIS COMING FROM A MAN WHO KILLED HIS BEST FRIENDS AND TWELVE MUGGLES?!"
"I didn't do it!" Black said, raising his voice.
"Don't get that tone with me, Black," the Warden snarled, "These men don't deserve hope, they deserve punishment. This is not a Correctional Facility."
"I realized that the first day I sat foot here." Sirius said coldly.
"YOU SHOULD HAVE TOO!" Shouted the Warden, now standing up, "THIS IS AZKABAN PRISON, NOT MUGGLE GRADE SCHOOL! WE DO NOT SIMPLY SLAP SOME ONE ON THE WRIST AND TELL THEM NOT TO DO IT AGAIN!!!"
"I KNOW THAT," Sirius shouted, he too was now standing up, "YOU ARE INHUMAN, WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO YOU?!"
"IT'S PEOPLE LIKE YOU THAT DESERVE TO DIE! YOU HAVE ALL COMMITED MURDER ARE SOME OTHER HORRIBLE CRIME AND IT'S COWARDS LIKE YOU THAT DENY IT EVERY CHANCE THEY GET!!"
"ARE YOU CALLING ME A COWARD?!" Shouted Black.
"YES I AM!" Snarled the Warden, he now had a wand in hand and was pointing it at Black, Black either did not notice it or just didn't care.
"YOU'RE THE COWARD, SITTING IN THIS COZY OFFICE LETTING THE DEMENTORS DO YOUR DIRTY WORK!"
"I WILL NOT BE SPOKEN TO THAT WAY, CRUCIO!"
The Cruciatus curse hit Sirius with complete surprise. It had been a while since he had been hit by this spell. Although he did not scream with pain, he could not get up because he was weak from the lack of food. He crawled along the floor trying to find something to raise him up, but he was just too weak. The Warden had a look of triumph in his eyes, he was now looking down upon Black as if he was a nasty rat that had just been hit by a blast of poison.
Black began to crawl on all fours. The warden became amused and laughed, "My god, Black, you could easily pass for a dog."
Sirius looked up from the ground, it was very painful to do so. A dog? Yes...he could pass for a dog for he had done it many times. As a matter of fact, if it wasn't for one person this whole thing might not have happened. He collasped onto the hard, stone floor of the Warden's office and was knocked out cold.
He had to be dreaming. He was at Hogwarts, and he looked to be in his second year at school, he sported Gryffindor robes and had a rather large, mischievious smile on his face. He was smiling at James Potter, his best friend. And they were seated at a table in the library.
"You wanna do it?" Sirius asked.
"Nah, you should do it." James replied.
They turned their heads toward a nearby table on their right flank. A greasy haired Slytherin with a hooked nose sat pouring over a book on complex hexes and jinxes.
"All right," Sirius said, giving a fake sigh, "If you insist."
"Okay then." James said, laying out about twenty dung bombs on their table.
"Wingardium Leviosa." Sirius muttered with the wave of his wand.
"Hey guys," said a loud voice on their left, they turned to see their friend Peter Pettigrew striding toward them. Sirius was still levitating the twenty dung bombs toward the reading Severus Snape.
"Hey Peter," said James shortly, "we've found out what Lupin is." He added some what in a grimace.
"Well." Peter prompted.
James leaned closer to Peter and said rather calmly, "He's a werewolf."
Peter gulped, causing Sirius to look away from the Dung Bombs that he was leviating over toward Snape. "Just keep it on the QT Peter."
"The QT," Said Peter Puzzled.
"It means keep it quiet, Peter." James said, sighing.
Sirius did not notice that the fleet of dung bombs that he meant to drop over Snape had overshot their target and were now hovering over a red headed, green eyed girl by the name of Lily Evans.
Peter saw a book that Sirius had opened before him, it was thick and appeared to be very heavy, so Peter preceeded to slide the book over to himself so he could look at it. But Peter missed the book as it went sliding across the table and landed with a loud BANG on the hard stone floor of the library. This caused Sirius to break his concentration on the spell. The levitation charm wore off and the dung bombs landed on Lily. Twenty loud POPS announced that the Dung Bombs were exploding. James and Sirius watched in horror as Lily Evans became engulfed in a mass of smelling gas.
Lily looked up as the gas cloud engulfed her, and she began scanning the library looking for the culprit. She didn't have to look long because James and Sirius were trying to keep their laughter from becoming bellows of histerical laughter, and Sirius had his wand out. She fumed with anger. But before she could say anything the loud, scolding voice of Madam Pince rang out, "DETENTION FOR MR.BLACK AND MR. POTTER, AND TWENTY POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR!"
James and Sirius could not hold it back anymore. They just simply began to fill the cold silence of the library with wild fits of laughter.
"WAKE UP!" Said a loud and cold voice. Something slammed into Sirius's rib cage, waking Sirius up. His eyes became focused and he saw the towering figure of the Warden standing over him. "GET UP!" the Warden said in the same tone.
Slowly, with a lot of pain and struggling, the weak Sirius Black got up of the stone floor and stood before the Warden at attention.
"You are to recieve three months of solidary confinement for your cheek, Mr. Black. Report to that respected cell now, Mr. Black." finished the Warden.
Sirius turned an limped out of the office and back to the torture of solidary confinement.
Black and the Warden
The fate of Vincent Matthews still brought a shiver up the spine of Sirius Black. Sirius himself had thought about the possibilites of escaping, but after Vincent bit it, he really didn't think too much on it anymore. There was no way to escape this mad house, he, Sirius Black was stuck here for all eternity.
It had been more than three years since that terrible night and was now May of 1986, Sirius was keeping track of time, but how he was doing it, he did not know. But then he remembered the little snippits of the Daily Prophet that Marcus gave him every now and again gave him some clues of what the month and year was. It was Saturday, May 10, 1986 when he first heard it. He was very popular now with many of the prisoners and they took the time to say "Happy Birthday, Sirius." From the shadows of their cells. Sirius didn't have a Happy Birthday because he could not allow the Dementors to know that he still did have some emotions.
He was still heavily guarded, no matter what kind of light he tried to put on it, he was still in Hell. The screams of the prisoners still echoed through the halls during the Night hours. But since he arrival in Azkaban back in 1981, he had been trying to cheer the prisoners up by telling them jokes and things of that nature. Although it did little in the long run, Black did allow them a few seconds of much needed laughter.
One person that was not happy about what Black was doing to the prison was the head of the prison himself, the Warden. This man was making the High Security Prisoners' punishments that so much of a burden and that was making him sick. This Sirius Black was their Redemption from the hell that they were put in for punishment. And if things kept up, this prison would be nothing more than a correctional facility. This had to stop, he must stop it. If he didn't stop it, the eight hundred year dynasty that his ancestors had past down to him would come to an end. If it did, he would be the laughing stock of the magical community.
It was on that May 10 in 1986 that the warden summoned Sirius Black into his office. Sirius, puzzled at this request, did what he was told. After only five minutes of being alone in the damp and dark office, the door to the Minimum Security Wing opened and the Warden came in, eyeing Sirius with much dislike. The Warden grunted as he sat down, and pulled a cigar from his pocket. Upon lighting it, he took a breath and then took the cigar out of his mouth, "What are you doing to this prison?"
Black didn't say anything. He didn't think he was doing anything wrong.
"You don't know what you're doing?" The Warden continued on, smoking his cigar and then continuing, "I'll tell you what you're doing, you are turning the Maximum Security Wing into a PLAY PEN!" He growled.
"What you are doing is disrupting the system and everything it stands for!"
Black took a deep breath and then said, "I am giving them hope."
"HOPE?!" He said astounded, "THIS COMING FROM A MAN WHO KILLED HIS BEST FRIENDS AND TWELVE MUGGLES?!"
"I didn't do it!" Black said, raising his voice.
"Don't get that tone with me, Black," the Warden snarled, "These men don't deserve hope, they deserve punishment. This is not a Correctional Facility."
"I realized that the first day I sat foot here." Sirius said coldly.
"YOU SHOULD HAVE TOO!" Shouted the Warden, now standing up, "THIS IS AZKABAN PRISON, NOT MUGGLE GRADE SCHOOL! WE DO NOT SIMPLY SLAP SOME ONE ON THE WRIST AND TELL THEM NOT TO DO IT AGAIN!!!"
"I KNOW THAT," Sirius shouted, he too was now standing up, "YOU ARE INHUMAN, WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO YOU?!"
"IT'S PEOPLE LIKE YOU THAT DESERVE TO DIE! YOU HAVE ALL COMMITED MURDER ARE SOME OTHER HORRIBLE CRIME AND IT'S COWARDS LIKE YOU THAT DENY IT EVERY CHANCE THEY GET!!"
"ARE YOU CALLING ME A COWARD?!" Shouted Black.
"YES I AM!" Snarled the Warden, he now had a wand in hand and was pointing it at Black, Black either did not notice it or just didn't care.
"YOU'RE THE COWARD, SITTING IN THIS COZY OFFICE LETTING THE DEMENTORS DO YOUR DIRTY WORK!"
"I WILL NOT BE SPOKEN TO THAT WAY, CRUCIO!"
The Cruciatus curse hit Sirius with complete surprise. It had been a while since he had been hit by this spell. Although he did not scream with pain, he could not get up because he was weak from the lack of food. He crawled along the floor trying to find something to raise him up, but he was just too weak. The Warden had a look of triumph in his eyes, he was now looking down upon Black as if he was a nasty rat that had just been hit by a blast of poison.
Black began to crawl on all fours. The warden became amused and laughed, "My god, Black, you could easily pass for a dog."
Sirius looked up from the ground, it was very painful to do so. A dog? Yes...he could pass for a dog for he had done it many times. As a matter of fact, if it wasn't for one person this whole thing might not have happened. He collasped onto the hard, stone floor of the Warden's office and was knocked out cold.
He had to be dreaming. He was at Hogwarts, and he looked to be in his second year at school, he sported Gryffindor robes and had a rather large, mischievious smile on his face. He was smiling at James Potter, his best friend. And they were seated at a table in the library.
"You wanna do it?" Sirius asked.
"Nah, you should do it." James replied.
They turned their heads toward a nearby table on their right flank. A greasy haired Slytherin with a hooked nose sat pouring over a book on complex hexes and jinxes.
"All right," Sirius said, giving a fake sigh, "If you insist."
"Okay then." James said, laying out about twenty dung bombs on their table.
"Wingardium Leviosa." Sirius muttered with the wave of his wand.
"Hey guys," said a loud voice on their left, they turned to see their friend Peter Pettigrew striding toward them. Sirius was still levitating the twenty dung bombs toward the reading Severus Snape.
"Hey Peter," said James shortly, "we've found out what Lupin is." He added some what in a grimace.
"Well." Peter prompted.
James leaned closer to Peter and said rather calmly, "He's a werewolf."
Peter gulped, causing Sirius to look away from the Dung Bombs that he was leviating over toward Snape. "Just keep it on the QT Peter."
"The QT," Said Peter Puzzled.
"It means keep it quiet, Peter." James said, sighing.
Sirius did not notice that the fleet of dung bombs that he meant to drop over Snape had overshot their target and were now hovering over a red headed, green eyed girl by the name of Lily Evans.
Peter saw a book that Sirius had opened before him, it was thick and appeared to be very heavy, so Peter preceeded to slide the book over to himself so he could look at it. But Peter missed the book as it went sliding across the table and landed with a loud BANG on the hard stone floor of the library. This caused Sirius to break his concentration on the spell. The levitation charm wore off and the dung bombs landed on Lily. Twenty loud POPS announced that the Dung Bombs were exploding. James and Sirius watched in horror as Lily Evans became engulfed in a mass of smelling gas.
Lily looked up as the gas cloud engulfed her, and she began scanning the library looking for the culprit. She didn't have to look long because James and Sirius were trying to keep their laughter from becoming bellows of histerical laughter, and Sirius had his wand out. She fumed with anger. But before she could say anything the loud, scolding voice of Madam Pince rang out, "DETENTION FOR MR.BLACK AND MR. POTTER, AND TWENTY POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR!"
James and Sirius could not hold it back anymore. They just simply began to fill the cold silence of the library with wild fits of laughter.
"WAKE UP!" Said a loud and cold voice. Something slammed into Sirius's rib cage, waking Sirius up. His eyes became focused and he saw the towering figure of the Warden standing over him. "GET UP!" the Warden said in the same tone.
Slowly, with a lot of pain and struggling, the weak Sirius Black got up of the stone floor and stood before the Warden at attention.
"You are to recieve three months of solidary confinement for your cheek, Mr. Black. Report to that respected cell now, Mr. Black." finished the Warden.
Sirius turned an limped out of the office and back to the torture of solidary confinement.