Chapter Seven - I Must Get Out

Did I just saw what I think I did?

DID I?

I looked again to the front page.

NO. I wasn't crazy yet! It was him! I knew it was him!

Peter Pettigrew, the one who really betrayed Lilly and James, the real servant of the Dark Lord, the one who took me to jail! There he was, in his animagus form, I'm sure it's him, oh! so many times I saw him changing.

I knew it was him, a rat with one finger missing. The same rat I saw during the years that the Marauders were together. Without the finger he cutted on that day.

It said on the Daily Prophet something like the Weasley family went to Egipt. They said that their children would go back to Hogwarts in September.

"He is in Hogwarts!" I said loud

And so was Harry, James' son.

I couldn't care less of what people think in or outside Azkaban, I just wanted revenge.

I had to get out of there!

I dropped a cup of water that I had in my cell since dinner and i looked to my reflection, i saw myself, in the small puddle, my hair was greasy, beard had grown up and i looked different. I was miserable, i was sad. Suddenly i remembered the days with the Marauders and what needed to be done.

I had to get away from there. No matter what. I couldn't stay there anymore, i would get off there...or die trying.

The same way Pettigrew made me want to get of there, he also explained me how: Dementors could only feel people's thoughs, feelings, but they couldn't if I were an animal.

And that's what I did.

I changed to my animagus form: a huge black bear-like dog, and only changed back when someone came to bring me food.

They couldn't feel me so they supposed I was becoming 'emotionless' like everyone else.

I could have done this, ages ago, but I didn't had any reason to do that. I haven't forgottent (and they won't let me) that I was a fearless murderer outside.

I needed a place to hide, and I knew just were would I go: good old Hogwarts and its magnificent secret passages.

The Shrieking Shack.

In the place I wrote «Sirius Black was here» I added «...but is no longer».

I would try to escape in the next day, I had to be ready.