A/N: I'm not very good with updating. Feel free to try and eviscerate me with your minds; I deserve it. Oh, and there'll be a slight jump ahead from the last chapter to this one because I don't want to write out Sirius' reactions to both years, it'll feel too stretched out. So we're jumping ahead to the end of the second year and the summer before the third year.

Disclaimer: None of this is mine, just the plot - yes there is one, I just don't know what it is yet.

When Harry eventually let Sirius in on the events of his second year after the end of year feast, Sirius was (understandably) furious.

"You had no business charging off into the Chamber of bloody Secrets! With no teacher, might I add. No, all you had was a fellow second year and a buggering idiot for a Defense teacher! Do you have any common sense?!..."

It carried on this way for most of the dream until Sirius ran out of steam and flopped inelegantly onto the foggy floor.

Now the anger had drained away from his face Harry could see the lingering panic and terror that was left behind.

"I'm sorry that I made you worry, but Sirius, I was the only that could open the door. Even if I hadn't of gone down there I'd still be involved." Harry tried to explain as sat next to Sirius and leaned against his arm.

Sirius lowered his hands from where they'd been covering his face and sighed, shifting slightly so he could look at Harry, making said boy readjust and half-lay in his lap.

"I know Harry. But you would have gone down there anyway, wouldn't you? A 12 year old with a hero complex... You're an odd one aren't you?"

Harry smiled up at him and hugged him around the waist.

This kid ...

"You know, after whacking around the head with a broom, your parents would've been so proud of you. James would boast about you to other dads, going on and on about how 'my son killed a basilisk with a sword and survived. I do believe yours can still barely read. Point, James!' And Lily would smack him but she'd be smug too. A few people doubted that they'd be able to raise you right, considering how young they were; but look at how you turned out. They would've been brilliant."

Sirius glanced down to see Harry smiling sleepily and nuzzling into his leg a bit. It was that time already, huh?

"See you soon Harry. And don't worry - summer'll fly by, you'll see."

He threaded his fingers through Harry's hair and smiled gently down at him as fell asleep again. During moments like these, he felt warm for the first time in years; he felt younger, more alive...

... Only for it to be torn away from him as Harry faded away and his cell came back into focus. Any trace of warmth left from the visit dissipated into the air, leaving him cold once more.

The dementors could always sense a trace of happiness within him when he woke up and were always there to steal it away.

But he wasn't as mentally weak as he had been for the 10 years before he'd seen Harry again. Knowing what Harry has been going through in his absence, both at his aunt and uncle's and at Hogwarts, had increased the anger he already felt toward that rat.

Slowly but surely, his mind's defenses were getting stronger. He was lucid for longer hours of the day and could hold on to a solid train of thought for about 5-10 minutes. It was only a matter of time,; as if he was going to leave his godson out there with them...

And then the Minister for Magic came to Azkaban and allowed him to read his newspaper. And there he was, perched on the shoulder of a young Weasley boy. A young Weasley boy who was attending Hogwarts with Harry.

The wall of fiery anger that had been steadily growing built up and up, until he was emitting a growl reminiscent of Padfoot.

"Did he really think he would get away with this? That no one would figure it out?! Big mistake, Wormtail, quite possibly your last mistake..."

He was absolutely livid. The magic that had been locked away inside of his body for 12 years began furiously pushing at the wall that contained it. It took a few days of constant pushing until, at last, it cracked. After the initial crack, more and more spread throughout the wall; it was steadily breaking down under the onslaught of raw magical fury. All that was left was dust and an empty cell.

That night Sirius didn't sleep; he doggy-paddled his way to shore with one thought on loop in his mind (the same thought that he'd been muttering to himself feverishly for the past few days).

'He's at Hogwarts...'