A/n: sniff I can't believe that this story is finally over! It's sad to think that I'm ending a story that I've been writing for 3 years. I hope you've enjoyed it! Due to some rumors that does not allow author's to respond to reviews, I am going to slowly take them off. Anyway, I hope you've enjoyed this story, and thanks to everyone that has ever reviewed, and everyone that ever will! And here is the final chapter of "Sirius and Remus – The Death of Lily and James/Azkaban".
Chapter 9
Sirius' eyes fluttered open in his dark, dank cell in Azkaban. It had been miserable for him. He was reliving all of his worst memories over and over and over again. He felt at this point that it was better to die, then he wouldn't have to keep seeing the things that he was forced to be seeing. But, there were a couple bright lights in his dark world… The first was the fact that Sirius was sure he was innocent.
Peter, that rat, had betrayed Lily and James. He had called himself our friend! James, Lily – dead. Harry – orphaned. And all of it was Peter's fault.
No, that was wrong, though, wasn't it? It was Sirius', his own fault. It had been his idea to switch secret keepers. If he hadn't brought it, Sirius himself would be dead now, but James and Lily would still be alive, and Harry would still have his parents, and not be forced to live with those horrid relatives of his. Remus – that was the second one, but it also brought a pang of sadness.
Remus would now believe that he was a traitor, and that everything they had was a lie. He understood. He probably would have felt the same way. In fact, Sirius knew that he would have. But that didn't make it any easier. He missed him something terrible, and didn't think that he would ever see him again, but oh, if he could, he could think of a thousand things he would like to do to him. He would –
Sirius was brought back to reality as another painful memory assaulted him. Sirius now knew why no one had ever wanted to come here. This place was horrible, and reeked of death, and pain. Prisoners screamed and screamed. Some, after a while, stopped screaming, when they figured out that no one around them could hear them, or cared. Others, were unable to scream.
I can't do this, Sirius thought. I'm not this strong. How can I survive this? A tear slid down Sirius' cheek. I'm going to die here. I know that. I won't be able to survive this for very long. It was a while before Sirius figured that in his Animagus form the Dementors affected him less. It made it more bearable.
I'm innocent. Sirius would repeat over and over to himself. I'm innocent. I'm innocent. It was Peter – he was the Death Eater, he betrayed Lily and James, not I, I – would never do that. Never. Sirius repeated that to himself to keep himself sane. If he didn't… he would most likely have gone mad.
It was that rat. He thought angrily to himself. I swear on my life, and whatever honor I have in me, whatever my pureblood lineage is worth that if I ever get out of here, I will make him pay.
He will pay for what he's done to me, and to Harry, and to Lily and James.
I will kill him. If the last thing I do, I'll kill him.
I will kill him.
Sirius repeated those thoughts over and over and over again. Whether it ended up driving him mad or not is up to you, but he did promise himself that if he ever somehow got out of Azkaban, he would kill Peter.
He wish began to come true when some Ministry officials were making their rounds of Azkaban. Sirius stood up as Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Fudge, walked by his cell.
"Excuse me, Minister?" Sirius asked, keeping his voice calm and even. "I was wondering if I could have that newspaper that you have there, sir?" Sirius had always prized himself on being a very good talker.
The Minister looked at him. It seemed as if he was almost shocked that Sirius could speak coherently after being in Azkaban for 12 years. "Sure," he said, "I suppose. I've no use for it. Here." He held the paper out between the bars for Sirius to grab. He was shaking a little, but Sirius hardly noticed. It was to be expected, of course. He was a convicted criminal after all.
Sirius grabbed the newspaper. "Thank you, Minister. I appreciate it." Sirius the disappeared from view of the Minister as he went and sat down in the corner of his cell.
The Minister started the bars for a moment, as if almost expecting Sirius Black to jump and somehow kill him. He shook it off. There were Dementors all around. Black couldn't get out. No one had. No one could.
However, that was a lie. At least it was when it came to Sirius Black.
After 12 years of little nourishment, Sirius had become very, very thin. At the point that he escaped – after he had received the newspaper from the Minister – he was so thin as a dog that he could slip through the bars. When Sirius figured this out, he carefully did so, and swam back to shore, with one thing on his mind – the thing that had been on his mind for weeks now: Kill Peter Pettigrew... the man that had dared to call himself a Marauder.