Disclaimer: No, the characters/places still don't belong to me. Well, I take all credit for Wallace, Jimmy and the oh so crazy Pondex. Oh, wait, we don't get to see his real crazyness until the next chapter. OH! A Spoiler!

Sirius looked around his cell, there's the connection to the full moon, he thought, but I don't understand it. Suddenly, he heard someone screaming his name. He stood up and walked to the door of his cell, and Saw Wallace leaning against his door, trying to see into Sirius' cell.

"Yeah?" Sirius mumbled.

"You were screaming mate, it was scary. You're not going delusional, are you? You're over there screaming, and then you stopped, and got really quiet." Wallace said.

"No, I'm fine."

"Are you sure, mate?" Wallace asked, sincerely concerned.

"Yes, I was just thinking." It wasn't really a lie, remembering was a form of thinking.

"Good thoughts, I hope? You'll want to cherish those while you can, when the Dementors come, they take those away from you. Those happy thoughts keep you sane, but in here, you can't keep hold of them forever, mate." Wallace explained.

Not having anything to say back, Sirius looked around, he really looked around for the first time. He knew the inside of his cell perfectly now, but outside his cell was almost foreign to him.

The four cells were arranged as a square, one on each wall. Sirius could see directly into Pondex's cell, but he could see Jimmy's cell to his right, and Wallace's cell to his left. There was nothing else, except a heavy door set into the wall beside Pondex's cell, the same door that Dumbledore had left through. That was it. That was the entire of Sirius' small, bleak world.

He looked over and saw that Wallace had fallen asleep. Pondex was still sleeping; only Jimmy was awake, sitting with his face sitting in-between the bars. Sirius noticed, on a slightly happy note that, like himself, Jimmy had no head hole. He turned to his right, and noticed for the first time that Wallace didn't have one either. Sirius started to feel slightly better about his situation, but only slightly.

He was mad, mad because he didn't know why he was in Azkaban, and angry because he couldn't remember. He resounded that maybe he would never remember, that maybe he would never know. With that thought, he walked back to his corner that he knew all too well and lay down to sleep.

Sirius' sleep was full of broken pieces of memories. He couldn't tell if what he was seeing was his part, or just his mind creating a fantasy life to replace the one that he couldn't remember. Some of it he hoped was real, because it had the people in it that he had already remembered. Other pieces he felt so lost in because he recognized no one.

He awoke the next morning feeling sick and dizzy. It wasn't long before he started to feel hungry. He tried to count how many days he'd been in this place, but found it hard to tell. He couldn't remember falling asleep and waking up, he couldn't remember any more than one sunrise, he couldn't remember anymore than one moonlit night. He just couldn't remember.

Holy, was he ever hungry though. He looked around, thinking that even bugs would suit him at this point. He saw nothing; no bugs, no plants, not even any mice. He sighed; maybe they expect us to starve to death.

To his right he noticed Jimmy greedily shoving food into his mouth from a plate. He looked around and saw both Pondex and Wallace eating as well.

Well hell, he thought, why don't I have any?

"Sirius!" Wallace cried out. "It's feeding day!"

Feeding day? What the hell?

"Explain, please" Sirius grunted.

"Well, they only feed us three times a week. Sunday, Tuesday and Thursday. You've been here since Thursday night, I reckon you're starved."

"So, it's Sunday, then is it?"

"Yes, sir, it is. Come on, have something to eat, mate." Wallace said through mouthfuls of food.

"...Right..."

"Oh, well, I don't expect that you're going to like this very much, mate. You've got to sort of, well, get your meal from the..." But he trailed off and never finished his sentence. Sirius didn't need to look up to ask why, because he knew that feeling.

Like he'd never be warm or happy again.

He willed himself not to look up, to see the hideous creature standing outside of his cell. He could smell it, hear it's rattling breath, and sense its presence. He knew without thinking that there was a Dementor standing just feet away from him, outside his cell.

He heard its robes dragging across the wet floor with a sickening sloshing noise. He began to feel sick. He began to shake. He turned away and heaved into the corner. Still, the being didn't go away. It stood just outside his cell, just observing him

Observing the man who was most loyal to the Dark Lord. Observing the man who had forgot it all, the man who was suffering.

The Dementor opened the cell door, and placed a tray of food onto the floor. It pulled the door shut, and turned its back on Sirius. It didn't leave. It stood outside his door like a guard.

In the corner, Sirius was gasping for air while he continued to gag. He was shivering. He could feel the happiness leaving him; he felt the memory of James, Peter, Lily and Remus leaving him. He tried to hold on to it, it was his only happy feeling.

Suddenly, there was something else. Not happy, but something he'd not remembered until just then.

He gave a final shudder before he collapsed in a heap.

"James, I can't do it anymore. Use someone else."

James stared blankly at Sirius. "You said you would, that you would keep us forever."

"I know. But, James, Remus, he's not who we think. He's with Voldemort now."

James stared at Sirius in disbelief. "How do you know?"

Sirius looked up, but didn't say anything. He blinked slowly as tears ran down his cheeks.

"You think he'd betray you? Betray us?" James pressured.

"You don't know his power, James! Remus will tell him anything that he asks! Remus will betray me, and you, and anyone else to keep Voldemort happy. I can no longer be your secret keeper, Remus knows, it's not safe." Sirius hissed in undertones.

James looked at him for a very long time. He could feel his friend's grief, he felt bad for him. He had put all this pressure on his best friend. He had done it very selfishly, just to ensure that he live. "Alright, Sirius, we'll find someone else."

Sirius looked into James' eyes and smiled. Yes, everything was going to be fine.

Sirius woke with a start. He looked around frantically. Where the hell did James go? Right, it was a memory...

"Mate, you alright?" Wallace called out.

"Yeah, yeah, just hungry is all." Sirius said, as he looked around for the Dementor.

"The Dementor lefts, it did." Pondex mumbled through a mouthful of food.

"Oh, right." Sirius muttered, as he walked towards his own tray of food.

He grunted in disgust as he saw what was on it. A meaty substance that looked like raw liver, some rather chunky stew of some sort and a maggot infested roll. He didn't want to look into his cup, for fear of seeing blood or urine, or some other disgusting liquid.

Wallace laughed as he watched Sirius turn up his nose at the plate. "Ah, mate, it's the best that they've got. You'd best eat up, they'll be coming back for the empty plates soon."

Sirius sighed and took the plate into his hands. Plugging his nose he began to hungrily shovel the food into his mouth. Even with his noise plugged he could still taste the horrid food in his mouth. He'd much as rather been eating ash.

Suddenly, he started to choke. He threw the plate down as he hurriedly grabbed for his cup and swallowed all the liquid. In truth, it wasn't as bad as the food had been, but it still had a rather unpleasant aftertaste. It reminded Sirius slightly of burnt peas.

Sirius looked at his food that was now spilt over the floor. He sighed, still hungry, but not hungry enough to eat food from the mud floor. He wiped the remainder of the meal onto his plate, and shoved it and the cup back on to the tray. He pushed it as close to the door as possible, before going to the corner of his cell that was farther from the door.

He shut his eyes in an attempt to sleep; he didn't really want to be awake when the Dementor came back for his tray.

I'm having a great day, and it's almost my birthday (Oct. 13th, for any who care), so I thought since it's been a little bit since I updated, I'll give you two chapters. And, the spoiler above! Yay!
Now, to my faithful readers.

AMG: It'd be interesting if he were an owl animagus, I never thought of that, actually... Maybe I'll stick it in some time!
Satori: Hey! Glad you finally reviewed! (For anyone who cares, me and her go to school together). Thanks for your lack of ideas, pal. And why are you proud? This is all mine, you've given me no ideas or support during the writing of this!
Sword and Magic: You said Snape, you got Snape. I hope you liked it! Thanks for sticking with the story, though!

Question time! Who is the one person (alive at the time he's in Azkaban, obviously) you would like to see visit Sirius in jail?
Well, until next time, thanks everyone!