AN: SHOOT! I forgot a disclaimer! You know the deal. These characters don't belong to me. They are the creations of the oh so genius JK Rowling. Character unrecognized as beloning to her, belong to me. Now, that I'm certain I'm not going to be sued...

He was dreaming again, it was he, and the big man, Hagrid, the same as before. Except, what was that? He knew what he was pointing over his shoulder at! He awoke beaming; he had recognized that object, even if he hadn't recognized the man, or the place. Maybe it was all coming back to him.

Suddenly, the happy thought was gone. The man felt cold, as though he'd never be warm again. He felt sad, as though he'd never be happy again. He was hit with a wave of memories, all bad, and he scrunched his eyes shut, and pushed his fists into them, trying to stop the string of memories, all bad, but none of which meant anything to him.

"Oi! Jimsy! Hoots! Wakes up! The Dementor's here! I's been waiting for this, been waiting to see when this great man breaks under their pressure!" Pondex was screaming excitedly, but his voice sounded so far away. The man was having problems breathing. He was going to die, and he would never know why he was in this place.

Suddenly, just as quickly as it had begun, the pain, the bad memories, the cold all went away. The man slowly moved his eyes from his hands, looking around. He was rather shocked to see a tall man with a long, cooked nose and insanely long beard standing just outside of his cell.

"So..." The tall, old man started.

"So what?" The prisoner spat back.

"Temper, Sirius, temper."

"I don't have a serious temper!"

"No, my friend, I know that you don't. But it seems, I was correct in saying to Mr. Fudge that you're denial comes only from amnesia." The old man spoke.

The prisoner stared at him. "You... you know who I am?" He whispered, not wanting Pondex, or the others to hear, since he got the feeling they thought very highly of him.

"Of course I know who you are! It's almost my fault you're in here!"

"...Your fault? I'm here, and I don't know who I am, or why I'm here, and you say it's your fault!" The prisoner spat, again.

The old man said nothing, but merely looked at the prisoner, holding the tips of his long fingers together. "Sirius, do you not remember me?"

"SERIOUSLY, I DON'T REMEMBER YOU! SERIOUS, I DON'T EVEN REMEMBER MYSELF!"

"I believe you, but I can't stay any longer. I'm needed back at Hogwarts." With that, the old man turned to leave.

"Oh, no, wait! Please wait! At least tell me your name!" The prisoner shouted.

The old man turned to face him, with a small smile on his face. "I'm ...Sirius, I'm the most important man in your life right now, so I think I should tell you who I am. My name is Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." The man – Albus – smiled. "You can, of course, call me Dumbledore." With that Dumbledore walked into the dark hall, ignoring the prisoner's stammering.

"Oi, Black!" Someone called. It took the prisoner a second to remember that there was other around him. Black? He thought to himself, who's Black? Am I? He looked across the hall, and saw Pondex looking at him.

Unsure of whether or not to answer, he stammered "...Ye...Yes?"

"You knows Dumbledore?" Pondex asked him, earnestly.

"Seems that way, doesn't it." The man answered, not wanting to let Pondex know that he wasn't sure if he knew Dumbledore or not.

"He's the one You-Know-Who's afraid of, in' he? I means, the only considered his equal?"

"...Sure?"

Apparently, Pondex hadn't noticed the man's uncertain answer, as he was staring at the prisoner in total awe. "Tells us all about him, won't cha?"

"Erm... I'd rather not, not right now. Maybe later?" The man suggested, as he retreated to the back of his cell. It wasn't very long (not even a minute later) that he came back to the door, and looked across at Pondex.

"Oh! Gone to tells us now, then, ain't yeh?" Pondex clapped excitedly, while the man heard Hoot and Jimmy turn their heads to hear him better.

"Umm, no, sorry. I just wanted to know... Could you hear what Dumbledore and myself said?"

No one spoke for a few minutes, and the man started to worry he might have said something wrong. Finally, a voice came from his left; it was Wallace. "No, mate. Dumbledore put on a spell so as only he and you could hear what was said. You did a bit of yelling mate, Pondex was watching you."

"Oh. ...Well, that's good, I guess."

Now it was Jimmy's turn to speak. "Why did you uuuh ask that? I mean, you uuuh aren't... What I mean to say it... Well, Dumbledore's not trying to sneak you out of here, is he?"

Again, no one spoke. "No! Should I be?" The man finally broke the silence.

"Let's put her this way, mate, you're here for life. Desperate men would do anything to escape this place, even resort to asking a great man like Dumbledore for help. And you, are most defiantly a desperate man." Wallace said, and seeing the look on the prisoner's face at the last comment, quickly explained himself. "Well, see mate, with one curse, you killed all those people. The Ministry's coming down real hard on you, mate. They want the Dementors to perform the kiss on you, not just keep you here. And, I mean, any man would be desperate to get away from this place if they knew that their finishing place is going to be right underneath a Dementor's mouth."

When he finished, both Jimmy and Pondex laughed. "Hoots, man, that sounded really dirty!" Jimmy managed to get out.

"Ignore them, mate," Wallace said someplace to the prisoner's left, "they're dickheads anyways."

"Yeah..." The prisoner muttered, as he walked back to the far corner of his cell. There, no one could see him, and he could see no one. Two more memories had just come to him. The first was about Dementor's.

"They're the guards of the Azkaban, the Wizarding Prisoner, Lils." A tall teenage boy with messy dark hair and glasses was saying to a shorter teenage girl with brilliant eyes. Seeing the look of terror in her eyes, at the mention of the name of Azkaban, the man spoke up.

Only, he was no longer a man, he was also a teenager. Don't worry Lily, they don't come after you unless you did something wrong. As far as I know, you're innocent, you're safe."

The girl, Lily, smiled and slipped her hand into the other teenagers. "James was telling me horrible things about them. Things they can do to you that... Sound so bad, death would be preferably." She said quietly.

The other boy smiled, "But it's all true Lils, it's true."

"James, knock it off, you're scaring her."

"She has to know! We all do! You-know-who is a terrible person, what's not to say he won't be able to get the Dementors on his side!" James yelled.

The teenage form of the prisoner blinked slowly, before turning to another teenager who was standing behind them. "Come on Remus, let's go."

"No. James is right, we've got to know."

"Remus, we all know what they're like, why bother to sit around and talk about it. All we ever do is talk; we're not helping anyone by talking. We need action!"

James, Lily and Remus all stopped and looked at the teenage boy. Another boy had entered the room somewhere half way through his rant, and now stood hovering around the group, with a look of pure terror on his face.

"Hey, Pete." The teenage prisoner muttered, shot them all a dirty look and left.

"Padfoot, come back!" One of the boys called, and came running after him.

The teenager turned to see Remus standing near him. "You can't do this, we're still in school. You heard Dumbledore last night, we are in no way to try and interfere in what's going on out there. We're safe here, let the grown ups do the work. Everything will be fine." Remus said.

"It's not that, Moony, it's just... They were talking about the Dementors."

"I know."

"Then you also know... That... I'm afraid of them?"

"The great Sirius Black, afraid of Dementors?" Remus laughed.

"Shut up, Remus! I'm damn serious. You've never seen them... Felt them near you, saw them... take someone's soul." The teenager muttered.

"...And you have?" Remus asked quietly.

"Yes.

"Oh, Sirius, I didn't know."

"It's not something I generally disclose to people, even my best friends. It was horrible." The teenager muttered slowly.

"Who did they perform the Kiss on?"

"One of my uncles, right in our house."

"What did he do to deserve such punishment?"

"Bad things. I don't talk about it. My whole family's like him."

"Sirius, there's no shame in your family. They do what's right by them, as you do what's right by you. You know who you are; you're a good person. There'll never be a time in your life when you have to face the Dementor's Kiss." Remus finished quietly.

In his jail cell, the man smiled. Whoever this Remus was, he believed in him. Better yet, he now knew his name.

Sirius Black.

Well, I think, but am not certain that Jimmy was once called Jim. It's the same person...
Anyhow, thanks to AMG, my abid reviewer. ...Is that the word I wanted to use hopes so
Well, to AMG and everyone else, I hope that you all enjoy this chapter, seeing as you got to meet some fimilar people :)

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