Time for part two - slightly different styleee but its still grandiosa
Duties
Cornelius Fudge, minister of magic headed up towards the prison, Azkaban. The island, cold and grey stretched ahead of him, dark in spirit as well as presence; he shuddered, looking at the guards who accompanied him, glad of their presence. Men like … and … were overlooked by some but not by this minister, he felt 10 feet taller when he walked between them, not that he would admit it to anyone else but he was terrified of all that his job entailed, at least he could rely on support, loyal support. The solid gates drew nearer, rocks jutting out to meet him as the boat stopped. Trembling he stepped off;
‘You alright boss?’
‘Just cold, lets move along.’ He muttered to his companion, looking at the paper he held in his hand, The Daily Prophet, headlining news – a family on holiday, at least he didn’t have any major crisis to preside over.
Regular inspections of the prison, all in a day’s work. Past the rows of cells, madmen lined up twisted in agony, crying out to him, whimpering, shadows of the men who once were esteemed by some, feared by many. This was the prize of the aurors, row upon row of mindless followers, unable to think but intent upon revenge and holding out, pleading for him to return. Cornelius shuddered again, shaking himself off to move on to the end cell, the final prisoner, the worst of all…
‘Afternoon minister,’ a sinister voice called through the darkness of his bars, a toothy grin accompanied it as the face of Sirius Black came into view peering at the ministerial crowd. The Cornelius jumped, spluttering, his head not reaching the height at which Sirius bent to, his hat now perched in a rather peculiar manor, falling slightly over his eyes, robes twisted, he shuffled straightening up.
‘Afternoon Black, good to see you in such high spirits’
‘Well I am always enchanted by your visits,’ Black scowled, he would much rather see almost any other wizard or witch than this blundering fool but anyone with hints of the world beyond the bars of his cell was a welcome change to the dementors. Anyway, Fudge was always fool enough to entertain him, give him food for thought, an offering of amusement, a copy of a paper, a quiz or questionnaire, and Sirius needed a new challenge.
Fudge entered the cell, if he was being honest, a part of him looked forward to meeting Black, the man, murderer, was remarkable, practically sane in the madhouse of a prison. He was full of ideas and theories concerning ministry work, not that he used the ideas, oh no, that would be dangerous, but he was bright, could have been a great asset. Today conversation turned to the news, nothing to say really, he handed over the paper for the crossword. Black looked at it curiously, the front cover, shaking his head:
‘I honestly look forward to these visits minister,’
Cornelius laughed, ‘I do suppose there is little else to look forward to,’ he muttered light-heartedly, smiling at the prisoner and shaking him by the hand.
‘Until we meet again or so the cliché goes…’ Sirius turned to the paper as the minister gathered his officials and left. Buffoon, he thought as he carelessly leafed through the pages, waiting to be sure the minister’s crowd had gone, then turning to stare at the front again.
Pettigrew! The rat, quite literally, there in front of him, Sirius snarled at the picture of the happy family, waving and smiling and the rat on the boy’s shoulder. Scanning through the article, he found something that made him cling to an idea, the boy was returning to Hogwarts, with him the rat would go. A plan began to form in his mind as he doodled on the floor of his cell in the sand: A moon, Moony; A stag, Prongs with an girl next to him; A dog, himself, small and insignificant; and A rat, Wormtail with a dagger in his heart.
Moony, he scrawled around the edge of the paper,
I have found him now, I promise, once I have done this I will find you. But first I must go Marauding alone, my final task and then…I feel so much hate burn inside of me as I sit here and watch the grinning family with their smug pet rat. Him Moony, I promise you it was him and now for all of us, I will escape, I have a plan please wait for me, please here me tonight when I howl to the moon for you, please hear me then. Look for me, I will return.
I feel so much stronger now, the wind is not so harsh as I look across the sea, I could swim that, in one form, I am sure, and then
Sirius looked up, it was true, he was starting to feel alive again, he was mad, blood was cursing through him as he thought, it was so simple, all too simple perhaps. Not yet, he must gather strength and then soon he would be ready, soon he would be free. He was no longer so alone, inside he felt some comfort that 12 years in prison could not take away. He would be ready and he would get revenge, apologise and leave, they could have him then. That was all he needed.
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Remus Lupin woke up from a dream, sweating and shaking, he was weak couldn’t focus on what had just happened. There had been happiness, something that felt quite alien to him and something else that in its existence made him happy, something he just couldn’t remember.
Sighing he lay back down, life itself was always too much of a struggle that it was nice for there to be a moment of unearned happiness. Now, he couldn’t believe it, he had a proper respectable job, Dumbledore had asked him to teach and he had had to think about it, he didn’t like the pitty that followed him around any more than the disgust, but a job was a job and at Hogwarts too, how that place held memories. Him and the Marauders, their fun and mischief, their pranks and the truly dangerous things that they did.
How much he missed them, how much James did for him, and Sirius, he didn’t think that too often. But how he missed Sirius. That always joyful presence, the ability to make him do the craziest thing, his smile and the look in his eyes, how he imagined Azkaban had made that go. What would be left of him now, surely there would be none of the arrogant beauty, none of the playful mischief, what would it be like to meet him again. How would he, the thinker react if he saw him again. Not since a whole year before the incident. So long and no word, that final, fateful note ‘I am compelled to leave’ it said, but what did that mean?
I don’t hate him, Remus thought, I miss him. Hogwarts will be painful, it is crammed with 7 years of memories and there will be no escape from them. Only six weeks to go, a summer of loneliness before his life would change. But how much, that he didn’t know.
That was it, the dream, Sirius had been there. He was tired and old but happy, newly invigorated. It was a long time since he had thought about his old lover but dreams had a knack of forcing things upon him.