Hey guys, I have finished my exams! I no longer have to go to school till September where I will be starting College :D It should be good fun! I know I said I would have more time to do more of my story BUT I worked it out that I only have 20 days free so there will be less writing than I originally thought... Sorry... But I hope to get more done and up as soon as possible.


Chapter 8


The annual visit is due soon. It's the only time in a whole year that I see a living person, as the only humans I normally see are dead, being carried out to be buried in a mass pit on the small island of the dead.

A cold mouldy sloppy meal is pushed under the bars. I shape shift into Sirius black dog and pad slowly across to the grime which is my dinner. As usual I think as I change 'why hasnt the polyjucie potion hadn't worn off yet.'

It has been 12 years after all; I guess the Dementors have frozen time in this dark hell hole of a prison.

Peter still haunts my mind like a little rat eating up my happy memories of my past till all is left is the feeling that I am innocent and the sorrow of the deaths of my wife and best friend.

The day passes like another day the Dementors patrol my cell door. At night the dead are taken past me and more grime is shoved under the cell door.

Days pass quickly as the promised day of living flesh draws closer, I can feel the change in the Dementors aura they aren't kill us of as much as they usually do. I guess seeing a parade of dead for the visitors isn't exactly what these people could stomach.

I know when the day of the visitors is; you can tell by the food.

Today a plate of stale bread and mouldy cheese is shoved under the door with a glass of water which is needless to say was frozen. But even though the food was mouldy it was the best food I had tasted in a whole year.

I change into dog while I wait for the sound of our visitors footsteps. I sit there for hours and hours my food even warms up a little then I take a frosty slurp of the icy water and think about the water melting just ever so slightly so that must mean that there is less dementors than earlier today which must mean they have gone to greet the visitor.

Then I hear it.

The sound of living footsteps of the cold concrete floor from the many floors below with this deathly silence and occasional screams you can hear everything living going on here. I change back into man and wait patiently for the glimpse of the visitor as usual I hope that it will be Dumbledore who if here then I could explain everything to him then maybe he will forgive me.

My hopes are futile as I see from down the corridor that the man visiting is a short man with a bowler hat.

'Ah so that little lapdog did make something of himself now that's a surprise I think to myself though probably nobody wanted the job' I think to myself as this little man is close enough to hear me...

"Hello my name is Cornelius Fudge, Minster of Magic"

"Hello Minster I'm Sirius Black"

"Yes, yes I know that very well how is everything here"

"Miserable and cold"

"Well um... It's not supposed to be good it's part of the punishment you see. Well... here have the daily prophet it shall make you feel a little better the you know it's full of improvements and well general information about the wizarding world."

Fudge hands over the paper I thank him kindly and he dawdles off humming to himself I am left to think that the wizarding world has gone to pieces since Voldemort's days. I look down at the paper in my dirty hands and to my absolute horror I see on the front page the traitor Peter Petigrew who was responsible to the death of my wife and best friend with some red head wizard family. I read the story below it says something about the family winning some money and going to Egypt but whatever the bit I am looking for is at the bottom of the page "Where Harry Potter attends Hogwarts" My son goes to Hogwarts I feel happy about finding something about my son but then study the picture to see Peter on a Boys shoulder who looks about the same age as Harry would be I suppose now; this must mean that Peter is with Harry.

I must save Harry.