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To Catch a Rat	By : cls2256 Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 7098 -:- 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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Authors Notes: This fic takes place over a months time, I hope you all enjoy!
DAY 1
“76…77… 78…”
The cement floor was cold against his bare back as Sirius Black was performing his daily fitness routine. He started off every day with sit-ups, push-ups and jumping jacks— mostly because there wasn’t much else to do.
Azkaban Prison had been his home-sweet-home for the last almost 12 years, each day the same mundane routine; wake up 6:30, breakfast at 7:00, shower at 8:00, lunch at 12:00, rec hour at 3:00, dinner at 6:00 and lights out at 10:00. Every day for over a decade, he lived by this schedule; the only activities to keep him occupied in his cell were his fitness regime, and books that the prison house elves would deliver to his cell twice a week. He was one of the prison’s longest tenants, most of the others serving a life sentence allowed themselves to wither away in misery, dying only a year or two after their arrival.
Sirius wasn’t like most of the other prisoners who were sentenced to life like himself, for he didn’t belong there. He was innocent— framed for the crime he was found guilty of. This piece of the puzzle was the only thing that kept him going, kept him willing to wake up in the mornings and eat his three square meals a day. He would watch the prisoners who served shorter sentences come and go, envious of their release back into the world. If only he would’ve been allowed a trial, if only they’d listen to him when he told the Auror’s that it was actually his former friend— Peter Pettigrew— that blew apart a street full of muggles, rather than him on that fateful night. But alas, the only surviving witness wasn’t sure what they saw, and the only thing left of Pettigrew was his finger.
Halloween Night 1981— The night he would never forget, the night that changed his life for the worse; the night that filth Pettigrew, someone he had called a friend, betrayed James and Lily Potter, leaving their son— his godson, an orphan.
How he wished he was on the outside, to see his godson, Harry. He would be 12— almost 13, and hopefully just as confident and handsome as James had been. It should’ve been him raising Harry, as James and Lily had wanted it, rather than the boy being sent off to his muggle aunt and uncles while he rots in prison.
“148…149…150”
Sirius wiped the sweat from his brow as he stood up, stretching before beginning his push-ups. He cracked his neck as he looked at the wrought iron bunk bed set in his cell, wondering if the rumors were true.
“I heard they stickin’ us with roomates— prisons overcrowded, there ain’t no more room!”
He had overheard another inmate, Rod Thorson, say this during rec hour a few days before, but there hadn’t been any news or notice if this was truly the case. In his nearly 12 years of incarceration, he never had to share his cell, something he was thankful for. The 9x9 cell had its own sink and toilet, but there was no privacy to it; if he had to take a shit, he would have to do it right in front of cellmate or worse— the cellmate would have to take a shit right in front of him.
“22…23…24…”
“Black!” a voice called to him, accompanied by a bone chilling cold that swept through his entire cell.
“25… 26… 27…”
“BLACK!”
Sirius stopped his pushups, feeling the familiar flood of dread accompanied by dementors. He stood up, looking at Wilson— the prison’s director and only human guard, and two dementors, standing just on the other side of the bars of the cell.
“What?” he said, his voice dripping with irritation.
Wilson was a tall, plump man with a bald head so shiny it looked like it had been shined with floor polish. Sirius looked at him contemptuously, running a hand through his shoulder length unruly hair.
“You’re getting a cellmate this afternoon, get this shithole cleaned up!” Wilson barked.
Wilson was referring to Sirius’s unmade bed, which he usually left messy just to tick off him off when he came by barking orders. He was always unnecessarily crabby, for which Sirius chalked up to having dementors follow him around all day.
“Fuck” he whispered under his breath. “Yes sir,” he added sarcastically.
“And put a goddamn shirt on, for merlin’s sake!” Wilson called back as he and the dementors skirted away down the hall.
Guess the rumors were true; he was getting himself a roomie. He huffed as he fixed his bed to look somewhat presentable, and then got back down on the floor to resume his workout. He was irked, not looking forward to having to eat, sleep and shit in front of another stranger that was probably going to be a total whack job, or worse— a former Death Eater.
“28…29…30…”
“Black!”
Sirius looked up from his book, giving guard Wilson an apathetic look. He felt the familiar chill down to his bones as a lone dementor floated ominously behind him. Sirius was lying down on his bunk, ankles crossed, dressed in the thin cotton striped uniforms that all inmates of Azkaban wore.
“Your cellmate is here— Murphy has to bunk with you for the next month until I can transfer her to the other side” Wilson grumbled as he unlocked the cell, sliding the iron barred door open.
“Her??” Sirius asked incredulously, sitting up quickly.
A thin, pale young woman with wild curly hair stepped inside the cell, clutching a pillow and folded blanket and looking frightened out of her mind. She wouldn’t meet Sirius’s eyes, and trembled like a small dog.
“Wilson— she’s a lady, what the hell?” he growled, his eyes darting back and forth between the guard and his new cellmate.
“Prison is overcrowded and there’s odd numbers— she’s gotta stay somewhere for the next month until a women’s cell opens up” Wilson said with a shrug. “Home sweet home, sweetheart” he added to the girl, slamming the cell door back shut.
Sirius got out of bed and pressed his face against the cell bars “I can’t share a cell with a lady, where’s the goddamn decency??” he hollered to the guard.
Wilson was already making his way down the hall, the warmth returning to the air as the dementor floated further away. Sirius sighed heavily and swore under his breath before turning back to the girl standing in the middle of his cell— their cell.
“Murphy, was it?” He said stiffly
“y-yes” the girl replied softly “Allie Murphy”
“Sirius Black” he said flatly, bowing grandiosely to her “Pleasure to make your acquaintance.” His tone was dripping in sarcasm “Your bunks up here”
He pointed to the top bunk as he plopped down on his bottom bunk mattress heavily. Allie didn’t move, clutching her bed linens to her chest tightly.
“I remember hearing about you; you’re the Death Eater that killed all those muggles…” She said, her voice soft, timid.
“That’s me, the Dark Lord loving murderer serving a life sentence for blowing apart a street of 12 people— and a filthy rat.” Sirius said cynically, picking his book back up.
Allie took a step backwards, shifting awkwardly on her feet, her eyes darting around the cell.
“What’re you doing?” Sirius asked with a sneer as he grabbed his book, lying back down. “Get your bunk set up”
Allie opened and closed her mouth a couple times without speaking. Sirius looked at her, narrowing his eyes. She looked absolutely terrified, and she was starting at him as if he was going to pounce on her at any moment. He realized she was afraid of him, afraid to move too close.
“Sweetheart— I’m not going to hurt you...” He said, his tone much gentler.
She swallowed hard, and then nodded before slowly making her way to the bunk ladder, crawling up to her bunk to set up her bed. They were silent as he listened to the sound of her sheets rustling, the sound of someone else making noise in the cell a very foreign concept.
“Uhm, I have to pee…?” Allie said her voice as quiet as a mouse.
“Toilets right there, help yourself” he grumbled.
He turned away from her, trying to give the poor girl some privacy to do her business. He shook his head and sighed, speaking under his breath.
“Where’s the goddamn decency?”
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