Harry Potter; Save me please (Mooney, padfoot and prongslet)

Sirius' chance

I had a dream last night. I know that doesn't sound like something big but it was to me. You don't dream here you see, dreaming is thought of as a escape to people, and you don't have any kind of escape in here. I had transformed into my animagus form after a particularly disturbing day, having seen quite a couple of people being wheeled out of their cells dead, with a terrified look plastered on their face. I couldn't take much more, i couldn't take the terror every time a dementor floated past, I couldn't take being so utterly empty anymore. So I changed, thats always helped a little when I was scared because the dementors couldn't affect me as much in my animal form. I guess I had fallen asleep because before you know it, I was dreaming. I dreamt that I was a free man again. I dreamt James was still alive. I dreamt of the old days, the best days of my life. I dreamt of prongslet, and of his innocent happy face beaming up at me. I dreamt of old adventures and it was truly magnificent. And then the happiness inside me was replaced almost as fast as it came. Something was wrong. It dragged me out of my happy dreams so fast I felt dizzy. I didn't know what was wrong but I could feel it. There was a different kind of twist in my chest than usual, a different kind of sick feeling swirling around in my stomach than there usually was. Something was wrong with Harry, don't ask me how I knew, I just did. Like that time he fell off his toy broomstick and smashed into a cabinet so hard it drew blood. I remember that sick, crippling feeling I got at that exact time, even though I was miles away I just knew something terrible was wrong with him.

My heart pounded painfully hard in my chest.
I tried to call for a guard but my voice came out in a gargled croak. I cleared my throat and tried again. It came out as a whisper of a whisper. How long has it been since I had last spoke? I dragged myself up off the floor and gripped at the bars to my cell tightly. Every single nerve inside my body was tingling, "please.. Guard" I croaked out at the man at the end of the hall. I knew he heard me, as his head turned my way, he didn't move however. "Please sir. I need to speak with someone" my voice sounding a little stronger now. The guard stared at me for a moment with nothing but emptiness in his eyes, this place does things to people, even the guards. "Sir it's important. Something is wrong with Harry Potter" I said hoping that Harrys name would snap him into some kid of action. However the only response I got was a eyebrow raise. "Somethings wrong with Harry Potter huh?" The guard spoke with a smirk forming on his face. "Well of course somethings wrong with Harry Potter" he spoke as he walked slowly towards the bars of my cell. "The boys a orphan, black" he whispered as he reached the bars of my cell. "All alone one world. Because of you." He took out his baton faster than I could blink, and a blinding pain shot through my fingers on my right hand, the hand that was wrapped around the cell bar. I stepped back wincing with my hand curled to my chest, but no other sound left my mouth. I met the dark eyes of the guard as he stared me down. "I don't deny that it was partly my fault that the potters are dead" I replied huskily, "but that doesn't change the fact that I know Harrys in terrible trouble, please sir," I whispered pleadingly "just get someone to check on him." To my surprise the guard chuckled. And my stomach dropped. The feeling still hadn't gone which meant that he was still in trouble, and the guard was just laughing??. "Yes sir." The guard fake saluted. "I'll get someone right on that." He turned, soldier style and made his way back to his post, still chuckling. "NO. PLEASE." I was getting desperate now. Tears were forming in my eyes "Harrys in trouble!! You have to do something!!" The guard just laughed harder the more desperate I got. I slammed my hands on the bars with sudden sharp anger. Screaming angrily at the guard. I don't even know what I was screaming. I just knew that I dropped Harrys name in there a couple of times. If I wasn't so angry I would of been a little proud that my voice was as loud and as hard as it once was after almost a full year of not talking. The guard stopped suddenly with the manic laughing. Through my shouting I could hear the loud squeal of the hall door. 'Good.' I thought bitterly. 'Someone else I can scream at.' I turned in frustration at the direction of the door and stopped in my tracks. It was Fudge. The green bowler hat was twirling around in his hands. His small stubby frame barely filled the dingy doorway. He stared at me for a moment. He was silent. I was silent. Then he spoke. "I heard you Mr Black, screaming up and down about Harry Potter being in trouble" he said warily as he leaned against the wall opposite my cell. "Tell me why you think he's in trouble and if I believe you, I'll send someone to check on him" My heart literally leapt out of my chest.

So hey guys, sorry if this chapter dragged on a little I've had a bit of writers block. I've already started the next chapter and it's a lot more juicy😏 so as always, thankyou for the support and I love you all always xxx