Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. It is all trademarked by the wonderful JK
Rowling. Actually, I kind of do wish I owned Remus… but that’s another story.
I felt this story had to be written, after the
untimely demise of one of my all time favorite Harry Potter characters. HOW COULD
SHE DO IT??? Sorry. Anyway, this story is going to bring Sirius’ death into
full circle. For me, anyway. I figure if he’s got someone to be with, he’s
going to be okay. Warning: There are mega OotP spoilers at the end. Then again,
I haven’t even written the end yet, and most of the people who are crazy enough
to read fan fiction after OotP have read it. Okay, I’ll shut up. READ!
~ Love from the Werewolf Queen ~
“Things don’t have to be this hard, Black. Just tell us
you murdered those people and we’ll let you free.”
Black’s malevolent brown eyes stared up at the faceless people in front of him.
me a trial.”
faces only laughed at him. Cold, mirthless guffaws that mocked him. His heart
sank even lower. He was facing years upon years stuck in Azkaban for something
he didn’t do.
mind wandered onto different things. Things he suddenly couldn’t control. What
had happened the night he’d been wrongfully convicted? It seemed like it was
such a jumble. Then it hit him. It was that rat, that bastard… Friend? FRIEND?
He wasn’t a friend. He was the Dark Lord’s right hand man. How could he do it?
How could he?
tell us, Black, and you’ll get a shorter term. How’s that?”
not going to say it because I didn’t do it.”
said you did.”
narrowed his eyes at the faceless morons in front of him. Eyewitnesses?
Everyone on that street died in that blast. How could he explain when Wormtail
had escaped into the sewer and there was absolutely no way of tracking him
down? How could anyone know?
didn’t do it.”
see about that. Stupefy!”
woke up later in a cold, dark jail cell. He was in Azkaban. The one place he
dreaded more than any… That was…
Dementors were going to suck the life out of him. They were going to make him
remember every single thing that happened to him in the course of the past
year. He was going to relive every painful moment.
my bike. I’m not going to be needing it.”
me take Harry, please…”
and Lily were in there!”
won’t grieve for you. I love you.”
love you, Sirius.”
mere memory of her voice tugged at his heartstrings. Cold tears coursed down
his cheeks and he wiped them away angrily. He couldn’t let the Dementors get to
him. They couldn’t take his life force. He had to remain angry… Happy…
Anything. Any kind of emotion was better than emptiness.
what it had been like before he met Cassie. More tears dripped down his face.
Cassiopeia Reye. He was so in love with her that he couldn’t even begin to miss
am I here? Why couldn’t I just be with Cassie?
buried his head in his arms and felt cold misery pull at him. He couldn’t let
them have her. Cassie was his memory. He had to get out so he could go
see her again.
there was no way. There was absolutely no way to escape this hellish domain. He
stared through the bars, gazing off into space. Someday, he’d get out and he’d
find Harry Potter, his godson. He’d visit Cassie again. Someday, he’d be out in
the open, free world. Away from the Dementors, away from the bars.
get revenge on Peter Pettigrew if it killed him.
was just then that Cassie’s voice visited him.
let hatred and anger cloud your vision, Sirius Black. You still have life left.
eyes shone with tears and he stared up into the ceiling of the small, dark
cell. He had only one thing left. Hope.
And that’s where Cassie’s
memory came in.