Foreword: for the book lovers; Again, I know that this is not completely correct; I think that Sirius transforms before he runs away, but I think this way is better.

The rest of it is as accurate as I could get it, so please tell me if you spot a mistake.

And I've just remembered something that should have gone in the first chapter; Sirius was supposed to figure out that Harry would be at school in that Chapter, but he didn't and I'll put it in somewhere later, but I'm sorry that I forgot it.

Oh yeah, and Disclaimer; none of these characters are actually mine; they're a genius by the name of J.K Rowling's

Escape

Sirius looked up as a Dementor opened the door to his cell. He could smell the food that it carried with its almost rotting hands. Quickly, he slipped the clipping of the newspaper next to his skin. Then he transformed, his limbs changing, becoming hairier, his nose growing longer and more sensitive.

He slipped past it, its cowled head turning almost as if to watch him pass, obviously puzzled. Its hand started off on a collision course for his body. Sirius leapt, the adrenaline pulsing through his body. The Dementor's hand clutched empty air, and Sirius was out from behind bars for the first time in twelve years. He did not turn to try to wrest the food from his guard; there was not enough time. Instead, he started off in a fast trot, throwing only one glance over his shoulder to assure himself he had a couple of minutes with which to escape.

The gliding figures seemed unaware of him, only turning their heads as he passed like a slightly hairy shadow. Hope flared as he saw the door. His paws sped up into a lolloping run, slowing down again as he reached the door. It was closed, and the door handle was not one he could activate with paws. He looked around, his nose telling him that the Dementors were far enough away not to notice his animal emotions.

But they were close enough to sense a human's! Especially when the human in question was feeling so hopeful. Sirius silenced the growl in his throat, looking at the bars on either side of the door. They weren't as close together as the bars on his cell. A wandering breeze told him that a Dementor was coming closer.

Sirius flattened his ears; he did not have enough time! The thought nearly drew him back to a memory, but Sirius caught hold of his mind. Looking around, he saw the nightmarish figure gliding towards him. His limbs started to shake, and without thinking, he leapt again, onto the wide ledge of the window. He glanced at the bars, calculating. Very quietly, stealthily, he slipped through.

The night outside was dark, darker than usual because the half moon was shrouded by clouds. The prison cells out in the middle of the water made the scene look even more desolate and hopeless. The silence from the cells was broken every so often with groans and cries out. This was normal for this place. What wasn't normal was the black shadow slipping between the bars and escaping from the cells and guards both.

Jumping down with little more than a soft thud, Sirius felt the wind ruffle his fur. He breathed deeply, taking heart from the free breeze, before he felt a Dementor near him on the other side of the wall. Ice clutched at his heart, and he scrambled away, along the rocks towards the water.

Sirius stared at it dubiously; it looked damned cold. It was steel grey in the sparse moonlight, lapping the shore of the prison grounds. He looked up, watching the clouds as they skittered across the sky. There were enough of them to cover the moon for the duration of his crossing. But he would have to cross now so that there was enough time to find a place to rest for the morning.

With the equivalent of a human sigh, Sirius slipped stealthily into the water. He snarled with shock as the cold water –very cold water– got soaked into his fur. Slowly, hardly daring to breathe, Sirius started to swim.

It was hard work; the water dragged at him, welcoming him, cajoling him to sink. It would be easy to do so. Did anything really matter? Sirius' paw strokes began to slow, and then to stop all together. As he sank, memories flooded in and water flooded his nose. He remembered James and Lily's wedding: all of the Marauders together, all happy. His eyes snapped open. He had to live. He had to get his revenge on Peter!

He swam upwards, the water around him trying to drag him back down. But a fire had flared in his heart, and its heat course through his blood. This new fire of determination was one that this weak water could not quench.

Sirius struck out again for the shore, panting as he stayed upright, but no thought of giving up in his mind. Slowly the shore of Briton drew nearer, tantalising him. It looked so close now, but the water still sapped his strength. And he felt himself sinking for the second time. He could not stop it now; he was too exhausted. Slowly his muzzled sank.

And he felt the rock of the mainland under his paws. Sirius stood up in the water, the liquid not even covering his head now. Feeling slightly sheepish, he crawled through of the water, using the rock underneath to help him along.

As he slogged through the clammy liquid, the fire rekindled in his heart. This was lucky because although the land was close underneath him, he was still fifty metres or so from the shore.

Still, it was easier with the land so close. A few cold, wet minutes later, and Sirius was on the mainland for the first time in twelve years. Sirius wanted to collapse right where he stood, but he knew that the hunt would soon be on, and he did not intend to go back - not before he had dealt out justice to Wormtail anyway.

Instead, he trotted tiredly to a group small, windswept bushes that dotted the shoreline. He was too tired to go any further without rest. Tomorrow he would feel better; he was away from the Dementors, and could scavenge most foods; after living off stale bread for twelve years, he was not picky about food.

With a sigh and a promise to himself that in the morning he would set out after Peter, Sirius fell asleep.

Sorry that this chapter is so short, and so crap. But there is more coming.

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