Conversations from Within
By:
LiL Pippin Padfoot
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Summary: Everybody Dies...rather sooner than later.
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Chapter 2
Mothers
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Sirius heard them coming. He could feel it, their excitement. That was torment for Sirius. Sirius didn't know if maybe it was an innocent soul coming in, thrown in without a fair trail. Sirius's hands gripped the bars as they brought him in.
He had seen them bring in Bellatrix, his cousin. He had nothing but fond memories of her. Yeah, right.
Sirius was shocked to see it was only a kid. A teenager, if that. He had blonde, straw colored hair. his eyes were a faded blue, and they were surrounded by dark circles. His skin was the color of milk, hardly a nice color, but Sirius supposed he looked that way too, considering how long it had been since he saw the sun. But unlike Sirius, this kid had freckles. Cute freckles, the kind that run in a band across the face, and give that person a permanent look of childlike innocence.
His nervous blue eyes were darting around. "I want my mother!" he seemed to be crying in agony, though he was just being brought in, no Dementors had even touched him yet.
He was put in a cell across from Sirius's, so Sirius had a clear view of him.
His eyes conected with Sirius's gray eyes. "I want my mother." His eyes were large and scared.
Sirius couldn't help but feel sorry for him.
"I don't." said Sirius.
The kid looked at him, apparently startled that Sirius could speak.
"I do." he said. "I want my mother!" He cried out agian.
"Well she's not coming." said Sirius. "So be quiet."
The kid whimpered. Why were they throwing this kid in jail, anyway?
The kid gave him a withering look. Sirius could have sworn he had seen some one that looked exactly like that. Then it hit him, Bartimus Crouch. That had to be it. This had to be his son. And Sirius had no intention of comforting the child of the man that put him in their in the first place.
How cold was Bartimus Crouch to lock his own son away?
In a few weeks, the boy quit crying for his mother, and Sirius was glad, he thought he would crack and try to comfort the kid soon.
Then, Sirius was very, well, un-glad. He saw the guards walk by, two people were with them. One was tall standing with perfect posture, his arm was looped into another's; a woman's. She was would have been tall, except for the fact that she was stooped, almost shrunken by her grief.
Sirius saw the boy stand up, and run to the bars, looking at his mother, crying to his father, who only looked away. Sirius, feeling like he was watching something personal, looked away.
Later that week, the boy died. When they carried him away, Sirius didn't watch. He didin't know why.
Everybody died in Azkaban, in the end. Either going crazy, or just dying.
Everyone died in Azkaban, sooner or later.
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