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VII.
A spark of hope
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The set topic: Hope dies as the last
Summary: A short peek into Azkaban...
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He hadn't been able to laugh anymore, not even hysterically.
Crouching in the corner of his cell, he was shivering with cold in soiled clothes.
He appealed in vain. They didn't give him the slightest chance.
The faint glow in the corridor dimmed and then went out.
Sirius curled up knowing...
The shadow of a tall figure appeared behind the bars, and a sucking sound pierced his ears…
When Dementor left, he collapsed on the icy stones, a tiny spark in his black eyes.
A glimmer of hope that one day he would get out and avenge the death of his best friends.