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To Catch a Rat	By : cls2256 Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 7101 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to Harry Potter or its characters, not do I make any money from it. This fic is for entertainment purposes only

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DAY 2
Azkaban’s recreation yard was a sad excuse for anything that remotely resembled a yard. Located on top of the prison, the ground was cement, and separating the inmates from the sky was a canopy of wrought iron bars, caging them inside. A few tables were set up at the perimeters of the yard that the inmates would sit at to play cards or smoke cigarettes. It was always cold in the rec yard, even on a sunny day, as dementors floated above them on each side, just on the outside of the bars.
“Heard you got yourself a lady roommate”
Sirius was leaning against the wrought iron cage, eyes closed as he listened to the waves of the sea 4 stories below. He opened his eyes to see the rubicund face and bloodshot eyes of Rod Thorson, grinning broadly
“She’s a pretty thing— what’s she in for?” Thorson said as he clasped a hand on Sirius’s shoulder.
“Get your filthy hand off me— I’ve told you a thousand times, no touching” Sirius growled, shaking him away. “I don’t know what she’s in for, she doesn’t talk”
“She’s been in that cell with ya for a whole day, and you didn’t think to ask her what landed her in this shithole?” Thorson asked incredulously.
“Like I said— she doesn’t talk”
Sirius looked across the rec yard at Allie, her bright red curls frizzing as she played with strands of her hair. She looked as if she were going to be sick; he didn’t blame her, it took time to adjust to the oppressive cold that the dementors brought. He wondered what she had done to land herself here— she was young and pretty, too shy to seem like she could’ve killed somebody.
“Well, I jus’ can’t believe they stuck ya with a lady— how long ya got with the little ginger?”
Thorson laughed wheezily, showcasing his yellowed teeth.
“A month” Sirius grumbled. “Then she’ll be moved to the women’s block”
“My roomie is that fat one, right over there—“ Thorson pointed to a short, very plump man with a balding spot on the crown of his head. “Total whackjob—4 years for tamperin’ with potions at St. Mungo’s— used to be a Healer”
“Sounds like a nutter” Sirius said, only half paying attention to Thorson’s ramblings as his attention was on watching Allie.
She sat with her knees to her chest, resting her chin on her knees as she seemingly waited for rec hour to be over. The other inmates kept looking at her over their shoulders, watching her curiously. Sirius studied her face, searching his brain for all possible situations that someone this young and good-looking could be here.
“So whatcha think— ya in, Black?”
“Hmm?” Sirius hummed, his attention snapping back to Thorson.
“Poker— get your head out of the clouds! Ya in?” Thorson jeered.
Sirius turned his attention to a couple other inmates sitting in a circle on the ground, one shuffling a deck of cards.
“Oh, yeah, sure I’m in” he said.
He situated himself amongst the circle, Thorson continuing to ramble idle things as the inmate shuffling began dealing the cards. He looked over his shoulder at Allie, still in her seated spot in the far corner of the yard, twisting a strand of hair around her finger.
“Look alive, Black!”
He felt Thorson clasp a hand on his shoulder; Sirius swatted it away, sneering irritably.
“Touch me again, Thorson and I’ll cut your hand off”
DAY 3
A quiet cell was something Sirius was used to, but with another person breathing the same air, the silence was deafening. Allie had barely spoken three sentences to him since arriving three days ago, so he followed suit and kept to himself. He waited until she was taken for her shower time to do most of his toilet business, as he found it completely indecent to shit in front of a lady. She was given a separate shower time, which allowed him a whole 30 minutes in his cell alone. Sirius had a bet with himself to see just how long she could go without talking, for which she broke his own expectation twice over already.
He sat on his bunk reading as she splashed her face with water at the sink, she eyeing him in the mirror cautiously. He tried not to stare at her, as he knew he made her uncomfortable— his reputation preceded him. He wished Thorson shared just a slight bit of fear, as he was constantly up Sirius’s ass in the rec yard and putting his hand on his shoulder. No matter how many times Sirius threatened to cut his hand off for touching him, Thorson still felt the need to give him a brotherly pat on the back.
“Why did you do it?”
Allie’s soft and hushed voice startling Sirius— it was the first sound she’d made all day.
“So she speaks” Sirius said with amusement “Why did I do what?”
“Kill those muggles” she said even softer, leaning against the wall and fidgeting with the hem of her shirt.
Sirius took note of how nice the curve of her hips was— he was certain that underneath the thin fabric of the Azkaban prison uniforms, she had a nice figure. He let out a soft chuckle, smirking at her.
“I didn’t kill them” He said, watching her brow furrow slightly “I was framed.”
“But there were witnesses, weren’t there?” She asked
“Magic worked to my disadvantage that night” He said “The man who really killed all those muggles turned out to be more clever than most of us thought”
Allie chewed her bottom lip as she locked eyes with Sirius for a few moments. After an awkward pause she broke the stare, nodding slightly.
“I believe you” she whispered, looking out the iron bar covered window of the cell.
“And why do you believe me?” Sirius asked cynically “because no one else does”
She shrugged, resuming fidgeting at the hem of her shirt “You don’t bear his mark” she said simply.
Sirius looked at her puzzled for a moment before he realized she was talking about the Dark Mark. He looked to his forearms; his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, displaying his unmarked flesh. He chuckled softly, shaking his head.
“I would die before I ever sided with him.”
Allie smiled slightly, looking out the window again and admiring the sunset over the North Sea. Sirius eyed her up and down, she didn’t look quite so afraid anymore. The twilight sun made what bit of her hair touched by sunlight look almost golden, her curls still bouncy and full despite the harsh prison shower water. Her youthful skin was still so smooth and unblemished; unlike his that was beginning to show the stress of the dementor’s effects after so many years.
“How old are you, kitten?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.
“23” her voice was sweet, but so soft Sirius could barely hear her.
“And how did you end up in here?” he asked, leaning forward slightly “what could you have done to land yourself in prison?”
She smiled a sad smile. “I stole.”
Allie made her way to her bunk, not elaborating any further. Sirius questioned if he should press her for more detail, his curiosity starting to get the best of him, but chose not to. This was the most he had heard her speak in three days, and it continued to be, as she remained silent for the remainder of the evening.
DAY 5
Sirius was thankful for the 30 minutes he got alone while Allie was showering. Privacy was the one thing he was concerned about when he heard the rumor of cell sharing, and part of him felt like he was lucky that he got paired with a lady— solely for the 30 uninterrupted minutes that he could use the toilet or jerk off in peace. Thorson was complaining at rec hour how he couldn’t ‘play tug-o-war’ because he had no free moment away from his psychotic, potion-poisoning cellmate. As much as Sirius never wanted to hear about or indulge Thorson talking about his masturbation time, he felt the need to brag that Allie had separate shower time, giving him a half hour of undisturbed solitude.
Sirius had his nose in a book (his only form of entertainment), having finished his business 5 minutes before, when he felt the familiar icy dread roll through his cell. A clank of the cell door sliding open got his attention as Allie stepped back into the cell, her curls damp and hanging limp, her arms wrapped around herself as she shivered. Wilson and his pet dementor had escorted her back from the showers, the cell door slamming shut with a loud clatter. Even after Wilson and the cloaked figure made their way down the hall, the warmth returning to the air, Allie continued to shiver as she made her way up to her bunk. She looked as if she were going to cry and be sick at the same time, her skin white as a sheet.
“You alright?” Sirius asked, as her shivering was shaking the entire bedframe.
“I’m so cold” she squeaked through chattering teeth “they make me feel like I’ll never be cheerful again”
“You’ll get used to the cold that comes with them, it comes and goes” He said, speaking to the bottom of her mattress “How long you got in here?”
“6 months” she replied softly.
“It’ll be over before you know it” he said, trying to muster up a positive tone.
She didn’t speak. Sirius stared at the bottom of her mattress above him for a few minutes, listening to the sound of the bedframe shaking from her constant shivers.
“What did you steal?” he asked, breaking the silence.
“Money”
She didn’t indulge the conversation any more, so he didn’t push his luck any further, turning his attention back to his book. He struggled to read, for he felt bad for the freezing girl above him, and the sound of the shaking bunk made it hard to concentrate.
DAY 7
The sound of sobs cut through the silence, jolting Sirius awake. He rubbed his eyes, irritation flooding through him, as he was always grumpy when he was woken abruptly. Back in his Hogwarts days, James had thrown a Fanged Frisbee at him while he was sleeping once, waking him abruptly, and showing James and his other friends that waking Sirius Black out of a deep sleep wasn’t pleasant. For 12 years, he had gotten used to sleeping in total silence, his body used to waking up at the 6:30 alarm bell, and only waking up for that.
“Could you keep your blubbering down?!” he snapped, his voice low and gravelly from hours of not speaking.
“I’m— s-sorry” she squeaked; her sobs then muffled by her shoving her face into her pillow.
He exhaled as he rubbed his eyes, feeling a little guilty for snapping at her. He climbed out of his bunk, making his way up the ladder and sitting on the edge of her mattress by her feet, his legs dangling off the side.
“I didn’t mean to snap at you.” He said; his voice much more calm now “what’s wrong?”
She's in prison, you git- that's what's wrong His mind scolded him.
She sniffled for a moment, sitting up and leaning her back against the cement wall that their bunk set was pushed up against “I’m thinking of my family”
“Thinking about how much you miss them?” he asked.
He was met by a moment of silence, but thought she was debating on elaborating by the expression on her face.
“I have 5 younger siblings, I worry about them getting fed” she said just above a whisper.
“I’m sure your parents are taking care of them” Sirius said
“My dad left when I was 16. My mum doesn’t make much.” Allie replied plainly.
“What does your mum do?”
“Cleans rooms at the Leaky Cauldron— she stayed home until Dad left, can’t get a job doing much else.”
Sirius thought about how to proceed carefully before speaking.
“Did you steal the money to help your mum?”
She nodded as she wiped her face “I dropped out of Hogwarts after 5th year to help her; I worked at a bakery, but it wasn’t enough. I took the money from the till as we were closing up”
“And they caught you” Sirius said, a statement not a question.
“We had eaten only beans for the last month. I bought real groceries with the money.”
Sirius felt a pang of sadness for her— despite being disowned and written out of his families will with no inheritance, he had never known such poverty that would’ve driven him to steal from his job to feed his family.
“What about you’re other siblings? Any of them able to help your mum?” he offered gently.
“My one brother is 21 and left when he graduated, we haven’t seen him since— just like dad. My one sister is 17; she’s a squib who can’t seem to hold a job. I also have a 12 year old brother, and twin sisters who are 9.”
“I see” he replied softly, almost as quiet as her voice usually is.
“Their finances weren’t great even before my dad left; I worry Mum can’t handle it without me.” She said through a sniffle.
“Is there anything I can say or do to make you feel better?” he asked, feeling thick as he said it. What was he going to do for her while they were stuck in prison, guarded by one fat bloke and a hundred soul sucking demons?
“No, thank you” she whispered.
He nodded, “do you want me to go back down to my bunk, or do you want me to sit here with you?”
“You can stay, if you like” she shrugged, fidgeting with her shirt hem.
“Alright”
He adjusted himself backward, leaning his back against the cement wall with his legs outstretched in front of him. They sat in silence, comfortably; the only sound echoing in the cell was Allie’s intermittent sniffles.
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