I became Voldemort

Chapter 88: Patronus and Sirius

Everyone couldn't help but huddled in the corner and opened their mouths numbly.

There was only one exception - Sirius Black.

Listening to the group of Death Eaters wailing under the attack of the Dementors was the only thing that made him happy in the past eleven years. It's a pity that his range of actions is limited and he can't see the miserable appearance of those hateful guys.

Of course, he could escape punishment if he turned into an animal. Chains couldn't lock a dog's paws, and iron bars couldn't stop a dog's body.

Even the Dementors weren't interested in the emotions of animals at all. It's just that Sirius is willing to come to this hell, he does not want to avoid this hell, he is here to atone for his sins.

He only used the power of Animagus a few times in the most desperate times, and the rest of the time he relied on his strong will to resist.

He was the only sane person in this prison and he had sensed someone coming into this hellish place because that explains the sudden excitement of Dementors.

A new prisoner, maybe?

Now, he wanted to see how long the new "friend" could last under the attack of the Dementors before losing consciousness.

He saw rows of Dementors passing by in front of him. With the scent of new baits, these Soul Eaters almost turned a deaf ear to other prisoners. But even so, it's enough for a pot. Not to mention directly facing so many Dementors...

It is too easy for these guys to kill a person. It is just a forced compromise for long-term food.

He has no sympathy at all in his heart. The new person entered Azkaban, he must be a new prisoner and will be imprisoned for life. There is a high probability that he will not be a good person.

But after waiting for a long time, Sirius didn't hear the expected wailing.

"You didn't just faint, did you?"

Sirius suddenly felt a little disappointed. The "new guy" didn't make any movement at all. He probably just passed out.

But the next moment, he saw the most surprising scene in his life - the Dementors who were still rushing forward suddenly became panicked.

The hungry Dementors behind did not know what was happening and were still moving forward, but the Dementors in front started to run away as if they had encountered something terrifying making the prison corridors completely blocked.

Sirius had never seen the Dementors of Azkaban look so frightened and confused. It was like a wizard meeting Voldemort or an Acromantula meeting a basilisk.

He wanted to know what happened to make these "guards" so frightened. He curiously walked to the iron fence and pressed his thin face against the iron fence.

The bone-chilling cold hit him instantly, and everything was frozen. His palms were almost frozen to the iron railing, but he didn't care at all, as if the pain at the moment was fake.

Then, he saw a group of silver lights from the corner of his eyes. It was an amorphous light, like the moon shining on the clouds, like the wet morning mist diffused in the forest on an autumn morning.

A lot of joy suddenly welled up in Sirius's heart.

He thought of the happy times he had spent at Hogwarts. Of course, he had done a lot of bad things with James, but apart from being harsh to Snape, it was nothing serious; he thought of every autumn, there would always be mist on the Black Lake.

In winter, the entire lake would be frozen, and they would skate on it; he remembered that every moonlit night, four Marauders would be happy together in the castle.

Wandering in the night...

Then, his eyes became moist.

How long had it been since he had recalled these happy memories?

Because behind these happy memories, there is always a pain, betrayal, hatred, sadness, and self-blame...

When he came back from his happy memories, all the Dementors in Azkaban were gone, and his body was warm.

"Patronus Charm..." he said blankly.

"Yes, this is a patron saint."

Sirius did not know when this person stood in front of his cell.

Looking at the man with tears in his eyes and a look of desolation on his face, Cyrus said softly:

"Sirius Black - the craziest Death Eater under the Dark Lord, betrayed his closest friend James Potter, and used evil dark magic to kill Peter Pettigrew and thirteen Muggles..."

"Who are you?" Sirius raised his head.

He did not relax his vigilance just because Cyrus released a Patronus Curse. On the contrary, it was obviously not a good thing to have such a wizard in Azkaban.

There is no need for Sirius to defend himself from the allegations.

If he had wanted to say it, he would have told the truth eleven years ago. Even though Pettigrew was dead and had no evidence to prove it, at least Dumbledore might have trusted him.

But what's the point?

James Potter and Lily Potter will not return from the dead.

"Who am I? They call me Tom Riddle, but I'd rather you call me Cyrus."

Sirius looked at Cyrus who was wearing a black coat on a white shirt and did not look like the black and white striped uniform of the prisoners. 

His clothes looked much more gentlemanly on him. He doesn't look like a prisoner at all, but like the warden in charge of Azkaban.

"I know who you are, Sirius." He said.

"Ha..." Sirius sat down on the ground as if he had heard some funny joke, and said mockingly, "Every wizard in the UK knows me, the craziest minion of the Dark Lord."

"I know you are not." Cyrus lowered his voice, "You have never betrayed your friends, have you? Peter Pettigrew is the traitor. You did not refute the accusations of others during the trial because it was you who wanted to atone for your sins in Azkaban, didn't you?"

Sirius's eyes, which had been numb and cloudy, became bright for the first time.

"Who are you anyway? Who told you this?" He asked after calming himself and looking at Cyrus with furrowed brows

"It's not important. I can tell you a secret....."

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