Azkaban Inmates

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Year: 1981

When the guards threw me into a cell my clothes changes from the muggle clothes I had been wearing, into prison robes and my shoes disappeared. I hit the ground face first and then I spun around to the men that tossed me in here. My dark coco brown hair whipped around with the movement.

"Is that how it works here?!" I shout in my thick Irish accent to their retreating backs. You could see my breath it was so cold. "You get thrown into prison without even the slightest of trials?"

They ignored me and I ran a hand through my long straight locks in frustration. I could see clearly in the darkness. Directly across the wide hallway was another cell. A woman in there was ripping out her hair with bony bloody fingers as she rocked back and forth. A man was biting his own arm off. I crinkled my nose in revulsion and turned around to face the inside of my cell. It had stone walls, a tall ceiling, no windows, and one mattress in the far right corner. In the left corner was a small nasty thing that I think was supposed to be a toilet. On the tattered mattress was a man. He had shoulder length raven curls, a muscular build, and aristocratic facial features. His grey eyes were beautiful and framed with long, dark lashes. I was surprised to have such an attractive inmate. He couldn't have been in here for very long. He was far too healthy. He was leaning against the dirty wall and looking at me with a hard expression. The instant I saw him I knew he was an Animagus. I've always been able to sense it. No other Animagi are able to that, I am very unique. I wonder what his animal form is. I slid over until I was in the corner and away from door.

"No trial for you either huh?" The man directly across from me scoffed in a smooth British accent. He was tossed in here without a trail too?! How fucking common was that in England? You never see that shit in Ireland. I let out a frustrated huff in reply. "What's your name, luv?"

"Riona. What's yours?" My turquoise eyes were locked with his stormy grey.

"Sirius." He said shortly. I wasn't offended by his tone. Mine was filled with just as much attitude.

"How long have you been in here?" I asked through clenched teeth, my entire body was ridged.

"Don't know." He retorted, his eyes flashing with anger. "It couldn't have been more than a few hours, tops."

In the next instant I could feel the Dementors flood the hallway outside of the cell. Their presence made horrific images flash in my mind. My little brothers being brutally murdered, my elder brother's sadistic laughter, screams of agony. I curled up and instinctively shifted into my Animagus form to protect myself. Tears were in my eyes and sobs were erupting from my throat as I did so. I was instantly warm when I shifted, thanks to the white fur that covered me from head to toe. Only one living person knew about me and now I was forced to reveal myself to another.

I was a white fox that was twice the size of a normal one. The agonizing images stopped attacking me the instant I shifted. I let out a shuddering breath, glad that they were gone. I looked over and saw a massive shaggy, black dog. Well that answers that question. He was looking at me with surprise in his grey eyes. I could feel the Dementors right behind the wall I was curled up against. It made my insides crawl. My body moving swiftly and quietly across the room. Sirius shifted his body so that I could fit on the small mattress with him. I was the furthest from the barred door and I curled up as small as I could. Sirius massive frame surrounded me. He was three times bigger than I was. His scent was lovely, and it was a relief compared to how repugnant every other scent in this place was.

I did not commit the crimes I was imprisoned for. The ministry here didn't even bat an eyelash before shipping me off to a cell. They seemed to think that since there was so much evidence against me, a trial wasn't necessary. The bloody bastards. I moved to London months ago to get away from my insane older brother. Weeks before I moved murders kept popping up all around Ireland but mostly around where I lived. All of them had two things in common. One, they were all found decapitated. Two, they were all males (adults and children) that bared a striking physical resemblance to my dead younger brothers. All three of them were murdered 5 years ago. The murderer was never caught. He covered his tracks well. Nobody believed me when I told them my elder brother was the culprit.

When I moved to London the murders followed me here. They were instantly front page news. Just like they had been back home. For months murdered males kept being found in London and in the towns surrounding London. My brother contacted the Ministry earlier today and framed me for murdering my younger siblings and the all of the decapitated males. He was a clever one, my brother. Even I had to admit the evidence he fabricated was impressive and well thought out. I am sure my imprisonment will be front page news. They will think that the killer is locked away, while they unknowingly let the true killer roam free. I hate him with every fiber of my being. I've lost track of how many duels we've got into, how many fights. Unfortunately he was a slippery little snake and always managed to escape before I could take his worthless life. Ardan Keel was his name. The name of the man that I wanted to burn in the deepest pits of hell. We might be biologically related, but he is NOT family to me.

Sirius and I rarely moved from off of the small mattress. The only time we did was when our thirst got to be too much and we went over to drink the filthy water that was always by the door, or when we had to use that horrible "toilet". As days went by the hunger that gnawed at me got harsher and harsher. After a while I honestly thought they were just going to let us starve to death in here. The pained screams and hysterical laughter of the other prisoners on this floor bounced off of the stone walls. That along with Sirius's breathing and the sound of the Dementors flying up and down the hallway was all I could hear. Besides my own thoughts of course.

The sound of footsteps walking down the hallway jerked me from the dark thoughts of Ardan and pain he has put me through. The guards are coming. I haven't seen or heard a lick from the guards since they threw me in here. A bright light shot down the hallway and scared off the Dementors. Sirius and I shifted back to being human simultaneously. Neither one of us wanted our Animagus forms to be discovered. Nothing good would come of that happening. The guards would probably put us in a new cell. A cell specifically for Animagi and that would have a ward around it that would stop us from being able to shift.

I was in the corner with my back to the wall. Sirius was in front of me but immediately moved so he was beside me instead. Our eyes locked with one another as we waited. Caution on both of our faces. As I looked at him I notice that he's lost some weight. I am sure I have too.

"They better be bringing us food." Sirius hissed at me, his voice hoarse from lack of use. His once smooth jaw now had a 5 o'clock shadow. "If not they can just piss off."

"Agreed." I responded, my voice equally as hoarse. "I am not even close to being in the mood for any taunting or a new inmate."