Miss Memory: Escape from Azkaban

Chapter 15

ESCAPE!

Previously: Staring at this forlorn figure with hair as ratty as a spider's web and not nearly as provocative, she held back the urge to sob. This was a beaten creature, a man once great brought down without a reason.

This was an innocent man.

And with that thought, she readied herself for this…

And with a burst of flame she grew. Flames shot everywhere, enveloping just about all of the matter within ten feet of herself. Wings sprouted from her back and reformed with growing feathers around her tail, groin, sides, and then meshing with her neck and head. This wasn't her animagus transformation exactly. She was forming her power around her and staying in her right mind. This was more. This was a rapid evolvement of the space around Sirius Black's maximum security (though there seemed to be nothing there to keep him there) cell.

The man's eyes shot upon with the alien sound so near him and he almost screamed in fear as flames shot towards him. He was sure he was going to die and hoped to whatever higher being there was that James and Lily wouldn't hurt them for not being there with Remus Lupin to raise Harry.

His eyes whitened in shock at the color. Half a second before passing out, his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he wondered how Moony and the Cub were faring out in the world? Because he was insane. He'd just seen a dead girl.

The hairs on her arms and legs grew and she wondered at it being only slightly painful before her nose sharpened and her arms connected behind her. Another burst of flame came out of her and the area around her lightened to chalk clean with dust outside of her frame.

All this happened silently until the doors floors below banged open, waking the inhabitants of the other cells. Cat calls were hurdled throughout the doors of this black isle and a conflicting feeling came to the guilty. It was again loud with the insane defiance of the prisoners.

But Sirius Black was not among the protests of innocence. In fact, no one could ever have remembered him so quiet. But no questions came as this was a prison of the damned. He was assumed to have been broken in the night as many are. And yet none had gone to check on him when the doors had been opened with a bang. The old, half-deaf prison warden just woke up from his bothered nap, and then resumed his dream of a fairy and a latex swim hat.

He should have never taken the offered job back in his youth when he believed that beating a few heads in prison meant nothing when it could be called self-defense.

A hundred miles in the sky, where no one could witness the appearance, a phoenix and a dead-weight man appeared from nowhere. Before they could fall, the phoenix dived for the man, not allowing him to fall to his death in Azkaban after having just been freed, however illegally.

The newly transformed phoenix carried a thirty-four year old man as if he was carrion. He was lax enough to be and the smell coming from him would make vultures weap in hunger. They were paid no mind by the sky or the trees they came upon. The body of Sirius Black in fact had to rest the nails of a fire bird and the limbs of the oncoming brush.

And the Slayer could not help a little satisfaction when they had officially gotten away. Nor could she help a smirk when the man she was carrying let out an Oof! When his hand hit a tree trunk pretty hard.

But what can you expect? She is a woman!

Three Days Later

"Escape from Azkaban!

Sirius Black on the Loose!"

This headline and more greeted the populace of the wizarding world on the Tuesday after a phoenix had flown off into the night with a man grasped within her talons.

The Daily Prophet had a record number of mail counts that did not quite top the night of Halloween when He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was defeated, but they must have tried.

The Ministry of Magic received a number of Howlers and no one had gotten a chance to plug any gossip up as the newspapers had the information only one hour after the information was discovered.

Two men in different cities, one with light brown hair and hairy palms, the other a burly blonde and a hunch, touched the picture of a madman. One frowned with worry. The other laughed but felt fear. Both were apprehensive at this notice of dangerous news.

But what was the question -again- on just about everybody's mind now?

"Where had Harry Potter been placed?"

Okay, this time, I really didn't mean to do that. Honest! Cross my heart and hope for Voldy to die! I wrote this just now to prove I wasn't a hypocrite. But crap! I guess I am... -pout-

Wow. Reading this I thought it was pretty good. But for some reason it also halted my ideas. Oh well. I'll think of something eventually. TBC. Don't worry.