Fan Fiction ❯ Rat ❯ One-Shot
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: The Anti-social Squirrel 
Sirius's thoughts in Azkaban
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 12.15.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 659 | Visits: 376 | Status: Completed
Sirius's thoughts in Azkaban
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 12.15.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 659 | Visits: 376 | Status: Completed
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<center>I stare at the cold, metal door. Awaiting my next meal-ha. Meal. Yes, the fine dining of Chez Azkaban. Rancid slop- the high point of my day now. No human contact. Dementors? Ha. Human, not likely. I can't take this hell, this prison. Not just a prison for the body, no, not at all. A prison for the mind. Prison for the heart. Prison for the soul. Slowly I lose my memories. My only solace is in Padfoot. The simplicity. Yes, dogs, so simple, it's so much easier for them. But dogs still feel pain. Still have hearts. I've been able to keep my sanity- some semblance, at the least- for this long only through my transformation. Will it last forever? No way to know. Doubtful. Padfoot may abandon me. Everyone else has. Sirius Black, the <I>traitor</i>, killed those <i>poor</i> people, heard he betrayed his friends too. Beast, he is, no heart. How I wish that were true. It would be so much easier with no heart. Nothing for the Dementors to tear apart. No feelings. The Dementors, attacking me from the inside. Constant. Always torture.
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Wormtail. Spineless shit. How did we not know he was the traitor? Ha. The weakling; the rat; peter, the true traitor. I can't believe he sold them out. Turned sides. Ha, the rat turned tail. Then blaming me! Little bastard. I told James to ditch him- make the little tagalong go away. But James was too nice. Welcomed peter. Accepted him. We all let him grow on us. Trick us. Turn on us. Use us. That's all we were there for of course, prongs, moony, and I- guard him, help him. Manipulative little rat. I'll get him. He thinks he's safe, wherever he's hiding- he is hiding. He always was spineless, can't face up to anything, up to faking his own death. Coward.
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This life- life, that's it, life. Or is it death? A constant in-between. This is no life, but I would welcome death. The silence. The freedom. Free from the internal torture that befouls my existence. My sole drive, my innocence. Justice. I will bring justice. Justice to the rat, the traitor. I will.
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Fudge is back. Another courtesy visit, ha. He doesn't care. Nothing ever changes, ever will. Only here for procedure. He doesn't want to be. Can't stand it. I can see it in his eyes. He can't bear being amidst this filth, this derelict hole, for mere hours- his yearly visit marks my-- eleventh year? Twelfth? He walks past the door of my cell, attempting to get out as quickly as he can. Ha. Git. I strike up a conversation with him for spite. How's the weather? What's it like, seeing the sunlight? --I notice what he holds. A newspaper- the prophet. Some wizard family on the front page. A rat. A rat on the youngest boy's shoulder. A very familiar rat. I make up some excuse for the paper. Tell fudge I want the crossword. He tosses it to me and leaves. Git. The paper. The rat- it is. Wormtail. The traitor- at Hogwarts. At Harry's school. Maybe even dorm. He's got the perfect set-up. He can't. He may have gotten Lily and James, but he won't get Harry. I won't let him. I can get him first... the Dementors come. Slop time. Perfect. I transform to Padfoot, prepare to escape.
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I will get him.</center>
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A/N: Like? Hate? Please review, I've never written anything remotely like this, and I'd really like to know how it turned out. This is intended as a one shot, I might write more if I get lots of nice reviews... ^^
<center>I stare at the cold, metal door. Awaiting my next meal-ha. Meal. Yes, the fine dining of Chez Azkaban. Rancid slop- the high point of my day now. No human contact. Dementors? Ha. Human, not likely. I can't take this hell, this prison. Not just a prison for the body, no, not at all. A prison for the mind. Prison for the heart. Prison for the soul. Slowly I lose my memories. My only solace is in Padfoot. The simplicity. Yes, dogs, so simple, it's so much easier for them. But dogs still feel pain. Still have hearts. I've been able to keep my sanity- some semblance, at the least- for this long only through my transformation. Will it last forever? No way to know. Doubtful. Padfoot may abandon me. Everyone else has. Sirius Black, the <I>traitor</i>, killed those <i>poor</i> people, heard he betrayed his friends too. Beast, he is, no heart. How I wish that were true. It would be so much easier with no heart. Nothing for the Dementors to tear apart. No feelings. The Dementors, attacking me from the inside. Constant. Always torture.
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Wormtail. Spineless shit. How did we not know he was the traitor? Ha. The weakling; the rat; peter, the true traitor. I can't believe he sold them out. Turned sides. Ha, the rat turned tail. Then blaming me! Little bastard. I told James to ditch him- make the little tagalong go away. But James was too nice. Welcomed peter. Accepted him. We all let him grow on us. Trick us. Turn on us. Use us. That's all we were there for of course, prongs, moony, and I- guard him, help him. Manipulative little rat. I'll get him. He thinks he's safe, wherever he's hiding- he is hiding. He always was spineless, can't face up to anything, up to faking his own death. Coward.
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This life- life, that's it, life. Or is it death? A constant in-between. This is no life, but I would welcome death. The silence. The freedom. Free from the internal torture that befouls my existence. My sole drive, my innocence. Justice. I will bring justice. Justice to the rat, the traitor. I will.
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Fudge is back. Another courtesy visit, ha. He doesn't care. Nothing ever changes, ever will. Only here for procedure. He doesn't want to be. Can't stand it. I can see it in his eyes. He can't bear being amidst this filth, this derelict hole, for mere hours- his yearly visit marks my-- eleventh year? Twelfth? He walks past the door of my cell, attempting to get out as quickly as he can. Ha. Git. I strike up a conversation with him for spite. How's the weather? What's it like, seeing the sunlight? --I notice what he holds. A newspaper- the prophet. Some wizard family on the front page. A rat. A rat on the youngest boy's shoulder. A very familiar rat. I make up some excuse for the paper. Tell fudge I want the crossword. He tosses it to me and leaves. Git. The paper. The rat- it is. Wormtail. The traitor- at Hogwarts. At Harry's school. Maybe even dorm. He's got the perfect set-up. He can't. He may have gotten Lily and James, but he won't get Harry. I won't let him. I can get him first... the Dementors come. Slop time. Perfect. I transform to Padfoot, prepare to escape.
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I will get him.</center>
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A/N: Like? Hate? Please review, I've never written anything remotely like this, and I'd really like to know how it turned out. This is intended as a one shot, I might write more if I get lots of nice reviews... ^^