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"Bellatrix..." Sirius laughed mockingly.
"WHAT!"
Sirius fells silent. He knew that his cousin was losing her sanity and deep down he did wish that he could help her, "Are you ok?"
"NO! I'M IN BLOODY AZKABAN, AREN'T I?"
"Oh."
The dementors were approaching. The coldness of the cell became 10 times worse, the drip, drip, drip, of the water steadied and froze. Sirius stiffened, concentrating. His body shook as he transformed into a shaggy dog. This was how he retained his sanity and good memories. The dementors figured that there was still a living soul in the cell with less than human intelligence, and assuming that it was an insane prisoner, they continued on their way.
Bellatrix screamed. Bellatrix had never had many good memories, and that is what pained her. She was losing not only her happy childhood memories, but those of pride, trust and security. When a prisoner had no more happy memories to lose, the dementors started feeding from their sanity.
Sirius thought of Harry; Harry would be ten now. What would he look like now? When he was a baby, his eyes were peridot green, and his hair jet black.
"Sirius Black." Came a voice.
Sirius transformed very quickly; a skill in which he had practised frequently, "Mr. Fudge, Sir."
Cornelius Fudge often came by to speak to Sirius upon hearing that the man was not being affected by the dementors, "How are you feeling, Black?"
"As good as an innocent man in Azkaban can possibly feel, Sir."
"You are not innocent, Sirius."
"Prove it. I want a trial, Mr Fudge."
"That I cannot give a guilty man, Sirius."
"I am not guilty."
"You killed Peter Pettigrew, for Merlin's sake, Sirius!"
"Didn't."
"Who did, then, Sirius, who did?"
"No-one. Peter Pettigrew is still alive."
"Prove it," Fudge quoted Sirius.
"Give me your wand and I will."
"NO! You'd kill me!"
"I'll make the unbreakable vow with you. Here, take my arm."
Cornelius Fudge hesitated before taking the prisoners arm and chanting the curse.
"Now, give me your wand," Sirius continued.
Fudge carefully handed the wand to Sirius.
"ACCIO PETER PETTIGREW!" He yelled, handing the wand back to Fudge, "Watch
"He is dead, Sirius. You can't find him because he is dead. Also, you cannot call on humans. I think what you are feeling, Sirius, is remorse and regret. You need to balance you emotion with truth and serve your-" The minister cut off, as a very large rat smacked him across the head.
"Grab it!" Sirius bellowed, jumping up and down with excitement.
The minister caught it.
"That is Peter Pettigrew. He is an animagus. You can summon animagi."
The minister was bewildered, "So what I have here, is what killed Lily and James Potter?" He cast a spell upon Peter which returned him to a human and bound him tightly.
"He'll use his mind to get free minister. I think you should stun him," Sirius gazed at the man.
"Very well," the minister stunned Pettigrew, "Did this man here kill the Potters, Sirius?"
"No, not quite. My theory is that Peter became scared of Voldemort-" The minister flinched. "I think that is why he joined the Dark Side. I was originally secret keeper, but we changed. We thought it would be obvious if it was me. After Peter told Voldemort, Voldemort went for the Potters. He found them and then killed them. I went after Peter. I tried to kill him after hearing of their deaths in the newspaper. I had my wand on the tip of his nose. He drew his own wand, shot 'avada kedavra maxima' behind me and turned into a pesky little rat, and went to hide in the sewers where he belongs."
A loud cackle came from the next cell, "Did ickle Peteykins get found out!"
"Who is that?" The minister asked Sirius.
"Bellatrix, my cousin."
"Sirius Black, you may not have a trial. You may walk free of Azkaban without a trial."