THE MAN WHO SOLD THE WORLD | sirius black au

- CHAPTER SIX

tw : raz/r (o) and kn/fe (i) but no s/h!

my bae just wants to look good for himself

''AGAIN.'' SWISH.

''again. swish.

"bend your arm and flick," fenton suggested, this time adding something different. "i can't!" exclaimed the dark-haired man, frustrated.

"immobulus!" he eventually said, flicking his fingers with such ease.

"you must concentrate and focus." the older boy pinched his eyes, pleased with himself for what sirius had accomplished today. it was a significant leap that took only eighteen months to complete.

he was far faster than anyone he'd ever taught. magic without a wand was difficult, but nonverbal magic without a wand was far more difficult.

"what could you have possibly done to get you to azkaban?" this was a question that had plagued sirius' mind since the first time he met him.

fenton was the friendliest person in the prison, and the fact that he had previously worked as a healer ruled out the idea of murder.

before speaking, he took a deep breath. "i was trying to investigate a remedy. a spell to assist him. they said it was too risky, but i tried and tried until i believed i'd figured it out." he paused, unsure how to continue.

"jim begged that i try it on him, as he was going to die soon. i didn't mean to murder him,'' the brunette said hastily, raising his eyes.

"they didn't seem to mind that i killed him. they placed me in here because i loved him!" he screamed, his voice attempting to escape, so he wouldn't have to speak for longer.

there was a brief pause before he clapped his hands together, enveloping them in darkness. even a ray of sunshine was forbidden.

"don't tell anyone. it's the only way i'll get out of here alive, and once i do, i'll do anything i can to stop the jerks who call themselves the ministry." it was the only way he could intimidate the younger boy.

that's why he avoided talking about his past. it was painful. sirius understood. his memories were either faded or his brain had realized that thinking about them would only destroy him.

"practice whenever you have the chance. protection spells surround the perimeter, making it difficult for you to practice magic, but you're doing a fantastic job." at that little compliment, the gryffindor knew it was time for himself to leave.

sirius had finally figured out how to use the freezing charm, but he had to do so non-verbally. that was going to be more tedious.

he closed his eyes for a time before muttering the word "duro," while moving his arms, as he sat up from his bed, watching as the book turned into stone.

he needed the object, which turned out to be a book, right away. "shit, um, reverte," the book then abruptly flipped back, as if nothing had happened.

the boy looked around to see if anyone had noticed what he had done, but it appeared that no one had.

"i did it! i did it!" he exclaimed, wishing he could tell fenton right then and there, but he knew he had to wait.

he looked through the book again, hoping to find at least one more spell to cast. sirius took a deep breath as he read through the incantation.

was he real about casting this spell? if so, on whom? he noticed a rat while gazing around.

"ah, have you come to attend the show?" he asked, raising his fingers slightly before mumbling, "engorgio skullus."

the rat's head began to grow, and he displayed no remorse for his actions. didn't the nasty beast get what he deserved?

he was with him because he had earned the right to be there.

knowing the counter-spell for the curse, the dark-haired male was not about to halt it any time soon. "redactum skullus!" yelled a drawled voice.

"don't do that again. "use your powers for good, not for evil." his body shook with rage, but he remained silent.

fenton had no right to tell him that. they were on the same team, fighting toward the same goal, but he remained quiet for the time being.

sirius made the decision to adjust his appearance. his hair had been growing out, although at a considerably slower rate, due to his body's lack of food. he began to grow a beard, something he had sworn he'd never do.

he had over a hundred times practiced the cutting spell before deciding to apply it on himself.

there were razors, but at least three people had used them, and what better way to practice your spells than on yourself?

he inhaled deeply while standing in front of the mirror. "diffindo," he said quietly enough that he didn't hear himself. the overgrown hairs began to fall out in clumps, as if they were being hacked off by an invisible knife.

sirius had gotten a decent shave by concentrating solely on his work. it was now time to deal with his hair.

he didn't want to go bald and knew he wouldn't be able to reach all of his hair, so he found a large piece of glass and tailored it to his specifications, then tugged and cut his hair with the same magic, giving himself a whole different look.

he didn't appear to be fifty any longer. perhaps a man in his early thirties or even late twenties.

he proceeded to get some dinner, satisfied with his appearance, despite the fact that he was hungry from the task he had just performed.

the elder witches had given him a few strange stares, as well as a few flirtatious ones, which had thrown him off his appetite.

finally, when he returned to his room, a small thought occurred to him.

padfoot. animals aren't detected by dementors, thus no alarms would go off, and he could readily swim once a body warming charm was placed on him.

however, he'd require assistance. fenton was the only person in the prison with him who didn't deserve to be there, just like him.

he'd come back for him if sirius had used his assistance now. it was the bare minimum he could do. even if he had the ability to cast the spell on himself, he would still want to help his friend in escaping.

as he climbed into bed, the boy felt an overwhelming yet familiar sensation wash over him, and before he knew it, he had transformed into padfoot with ease.

he'd be able to get anything he wanted, anyplace, with his newfound ability to perform magic without his wand.

he was going to break out of azkaban.