There had only been one man in all of Azkaban that sent true terror into Sirius Black's bones. He was not a violent, or angry, or deceitful man. No –he had easily been the nicest man Sirius had ever met. So the question stood. How had a man like him ended up in Azkaban of all hell holes. It buzzed at the back of the supposed criminal's mind for a year before it was swept away in a single action. A look…a look in a night filled with thunder and screams of the deranged –that was all it had taken from the guy to send the dementors running. Very suddenly it didn't seem like such a crazy thing that the man was there.

Somewhere, in his broken mind, he was terrified. But far, far greater than that, he was incredibly, incredibly grateful. That impossible man was in the dark sludges of corruption with him. Ideas Sirius had long since buried were once again entertained. It was a feeling Sirius liked the think of as hope. Then, of course, there had been that one morning –so early that it really should have still been considered night. Where the man he had unthinkingly began calling a friend, shook him awake. With eyes completely untouched by the fog that constantly polluted the air, he grinned an expression that had no place in that cell. He could hardly breathe, but the blonde didn't stop, he was grinning the whole time –as he ushered a ragged Sirius onto his feet, into his dog form, and through a crack in the wall. There had been parting words that Sirius could only blearily remember. Something along the lines of, "I better not see you in here again, Inu," before the man then turned to stare directly into the hooded veil of a swarm of dementors.

Sirius had only then realized there was a small fishing boat about half a mile off, oblivious to the prison by it's side. And only then recalled that his godson was across those waters, within reach of the same man who had signed his best friend's gravestones. It was a blur. And Sirius had left, intending to return one day to free his friend as well. But the wait stretched, and now Sirius felt that same question busing itself at the back of his head again.

"Sirius…Sirius are you alright?" A warm hand was set on his shoulder, and the ex-Azkaban prisoner lifted his gaze to see the only other man he considered a true friend staring at him with concern. Remus gave a kind smile that had Sirius's gut twisting in a familiar way

"I'm fine, Moony," Sirius shifted, head turning across the room. The entire order starred back at him. Some with concern, some with curiosity, and some with cold indifference. None were truly cruel. Sirius landed on Dumbledore, "…but I have an idea,"