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With Sirius Black by Owlpost68
Chapter 1 : Prologue with Sirius Black
 
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A/N: Here it is my version of what has happened in the life of Sirius Black. His brother certainly had his secrets, why shouldn't Sirius have his own? Read and find out what they are, with Sirius Black.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything you recognize.

Chapter 1

Prolouge with Sirius Black


 





Azkaban 1986, 8 years before the legendary escape from a supposedly inescapable prison.

Well, today seems just like every other. Cold, dark, and depressing. The one thing that’s different is the unusual ability to sleep. Filled with dreams of my friends, both dead, double-crossing, and ones who believe me the double-crosser... Not great, but there’s nothing that’s even good anymore. I’m getting used to this though. The only thing that I can say for myself is that I'm getting to the point where the Dementors that swarm my cell can take away good thoughts, and hope, but not truth.

Truth is what makes me cope being where I am, instead of that traitor.

Truth is what reminds me of things I was taught. I wasn't even aware at the time I was actually learning. Now though, thanks to what is staying in my head, I’m starting to come up with a way out of here. The hope goes out the window because I still won't exactly be free. I'll be tracked. I’m almost thankful there is no hope because that’s something that can make me lose my head.

I have my Animagus ability but I haven't been able to do it yet. I've been close, but I have a feeling that it'll be years at least. I'll have to practice constantly; if I don't my ability won't last long enough for the time I need to get away.

I almost laugh thinking of Moody, ‘Constant Vigilance,’ he’d say. Who would have thought a lesson from an Auror would be helping a prisoner of Azkaban?

I sit curled in a ball, with my head on my knees in my cell, and like everyone else in here, lift my head hearing the prison door creek open and slam shut.

I put my head back down though it’s just the Minister of Magic making his 6 month rounds to all the prisoners. This must mean its mid-summer. None of us can tell very well here, it seems to be the same temperature all the time. I've been keeping track though, it's one of the few things that keeps me sane unlike the others I hear sometimes.

Especially Bellatrix, she seems to be taking prison pretty hard. Sometimes I yell for her to shut the bloody hell up, I’ve even started some of the other prisoners do the same.

My life has gotten pretty bad if this is what I have for some twisted kind of entertainment.

I hear the Minister pause between the cell he was just at, and mine.

This is my other form of amusement.

He makes me start chuckling bitterly whenever he does this.

During these visits, I scare the bloody hell out of him every single time.

The fool.

I’m not the one you should be afraid of.

It's my only joke I've been able to play throughout all these years, and the absolute only time I can laugh at all.

I Laugh like a maniac at the Minister because he thinks I was the one that blew up those people, that I'm still dangerous, and when the one he should be looking for is still out there somewhere, probably living among the rats until its “safe.”

 

 




Summer of 1993. Escape with Sirius Black.



I look down at my paw deciding if it looks clean but it’s too damn dark. The one good thing about being able to turn into a dog in Azkaban isn't just the fact the Dementors can't effect me nearly as much, no, it's that I can clean myself much more often than the times they give us to clean up. It still grosses me out, but it gets the job done. Now that I can stay this way for hours; I'm just waiting for the right moment when I can kill the man I was sentenced for.

Mid lick, I hear the distant voice of the Minister and reluctantly turn back to my human form. Turning back always means being affected by the Dementors hope sucking ways.

I know it will take a while yet for the Minister to get to me, but it gives me time to think about how to interact with him. I don't laugh nearly as much as I used to whenever I saw his cowardly face. It’s gotten old after 12 years.

Eh, maybe I'll wing it this time, might be more interesting that way.

I hear the tell tale pause between cells again. I shook my head; I thought for sure he would pull himself together at some point over the years, but apparently not. I've stopped most of my laughing too. Go figure.

“Black.”

“Minister.” My eye caught a glimpse of The Daily Prophet he was holding. “Are you finished with that? Kinda miss doing the crossword” I point toward the paper.

“Oh yes, I've already read it. Here; haven't even looked at the crossword.” He put it on the floor next to the bars. It’s almost like he doesn't want to have it anymore now that I mentioned it. Just fine with me, it gives me something to do other than clean myself...

“Thank you Minister.”

“Yes, well, I better... better... better go,” and practically runs away; bloody coward.

Once he leaves I snatch up the paper greedily, put it in front of me, and turn into a dog.

Sunday, July 31, 1993.

That date.

I stare at it for who knows how long.

Harry's birthday, he must be 13 then. Merlin, has it really been that long?

Ok, now this paper... Ads I care less about, along with the crossword, the Ministry, not really, unless Peter made some kind of slip up, which I'm half expecting.

I Flip through the paper, and see an article about a sweepstakes winner. Eh, why not.

Wow, huge family; The Weasley's…

They were part of the Order!

It has to be them. I remember when Molly was pregnant with some of these kids. The twins look exactly like Gideon and Fabian, just younger. The Prewetts were legends when we first started Hogwarts. Yep, they have to be directly related; I can see that they're even trying to prank one of the brothers even in the picture. One of the twins just whispered to another brother with glasses, and goes a darker shade of newspaper, clearly blushing, looks down quickly, then back up all outraged, and smacks the twin in the back of the head. Both twins laugh their heads off. I'd say they just told their brother his fly was down when it wasn't. I wish I could laugh, but the Dementors are too strong.

I scan through the rest of them, and see a little redhead girl that could've been Lily in her 1st or 2nd year. Next to her is a slightly older brother holding something that’s clearly trying to hide from the camera, but the boy has a hold on him too tight.

Must be a rat; wait; there's something wrong with this one.

For one thing he's really scraggly, another, his paws don't seem to look … Bloody hell! I'd know that little scrawny runt anywhere! This is it, this is the sign I didn't know I was waiting for.

A week, a week and I’ll be out.





He's at Hogwarts.






5 days, I can’t take it anymore. But if I had done it that day, I would have been caught; security way too high because the Minister was there.

Finally, I slip through the bars and, careful none of the other prisoners see me I'm now on my way to something resembling freedom.

I plunge into the icy water and hear myself whimper. Bloody Hell it’s cold!

I’m lucky its summer or this probably wouldn’t work at all.

Swimming through the freezing waters surrounding Azkaban, I try and concentrate to keep my mind working, focusing on getting to the land. If I don’t I’ll run out of motive to keep going. I can’t let the bastard run free while I freeze my tail off and let myself drown.

First place I'll go is to Godrics Hollow. James and Lily knew they wanted to be buried there if anything happened.

Almost there.

Then I have to try and see Harry. I definitely remember Hagrid telling me he needed to go to his Aunt’s house.

So cold, and I can barely see from the salty water stinging my eyes.

I also remember James begging to Lily to let me go with him to meet them as his dog for moral support, so I know where they live.

Just a bit farther.

Lily's sister looked like a horse about to give birth. It was a good thing I was a dog and couldn't say anything, but James just blurted it out anyway.

I think I see land.

Harry must look so much like him.

No, just floating wood, but that must mean there’s more soon.

I'll be sure to try and get Harry something to make up for my not being around as his God father.

Merlin it’s cold.

But in the mean time, I'll be sure to get the bloody little rat of a bastard.

Land.



 

A/N: Well here's the first chapter, just an opening to the story really. Can you believe this whole story used to be a one shot? I've been able to break it into at least 4 chapters, maybe more if I edit and change some things. I haven't ever gone into too many dark scenarios like people in Azkaban, but Sirius's situation's different. Let me know how I did :) Thanks for reading! I respond to any and all reviews which are greatly appreciated with happy dances. Thanks!


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