Chapter 9: Sirius
"-my fault. All my fault. All my fault. All my fault. I deserve this. Guilty, guilty, guilty, guilty. The rat! The rat! How could we have not seen it? A rat! Traitor, filth, cowardly, sniveling. And the finger! Now we're stuck. Stuck, stuck, stuck. But, it's our fault, my fault. My plan. I'm guilty. Guilty."
Long slender fingers prodded and pulled at dark locks of hair. Blue, glazed eyes darted anxiously about the cell, "Almost here, almost here." The man muttered, "So cold, but guilty. Very guilty. Guilty, guilty."
A muzzle gently nuzzled into the man's shoulder. Blue eyes focused on the form perched in front of him, "Delia? Delia! Delie, they're coming!" he wailed embracing the doberman and pulling her closer.
"I know Siri, I know. It's going to be okay, we're going to get through this."
Sirius shook his head burrying further into his daemon's side, "Guilty Delie. We're guilty. We killed them, we killed kin!"
Pulling from his embrace the doberman stomped her foot against the rough stone of the cell's floor, "No Sirius! We're innocent! It was Peter who killed them, remember that. One day we're going to get out of this hell, but we're not going to do it if we succumb to the Dementors."
"And how can we do that Delie? It was our idea! We as good as killed them! Guilty, guilty, guilty!" Sirius pushed Delia away and began pacing the cell, "They're coming, they're coming." he muttered.
Delia sighed as she watched her human. She could already feel the coldness seeping through the cell as the Dementor's patrol route brought them closer. "Siri?" she asked, "Can you shift into Paddy?"
His brow furrowed, "Paddy?" he mused mind clearing, "Paddy." The man summoned the last bit of strength in his body and slowly morphed into a large black mutt. He quickly collapsed to the ground, passing out from the exertion. Delia quietly padded over and curled up to her human-now-dog partner. They had to get out. They couldn't last much longer.
She closed her eyes as trembles passed through her body. She would get them out. They would be free once again.
Then the screaming started, and Delia knew no more.