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Date Posted: 20:09:41 04/23/02 Tue
Author: George Weasley
Subject: [ the burn ]

I thought about
Leaving - but I couldn't even get outta bed
Hitchin' - but I couldn't get a ride outta town
Now anyone who really wanted me to be
down
Come `round

[ brujo slids down hallway, shadows succeeding in the task of masking his identity. finely woven darkness etched him along with the picture of the corridor. he remained unseen ]

[ it was expectant that the male would be sneeking out after curfew to get some snacks from the kitchen, as he normally would. that was expected of him. why couldn't he live up to these expectations he had set? ]

[ the male is clad in nightclothes, though the only thing visible is his black bathrobe ( he had saved it for occasions such as this ). the brujo inhales and exhales shakily, warily eying the corridor for other lifeforms. he had done this so many times before... it never got old. unless, of course, you just lost interest ]

[ or maybe you lost emotion altogether. yes, that must be it... how else could he decribe the lack of feeling within him? slippers scratched softly against the hard wooden floors, though it was barely audible against the sounds of the night. limbs loosely carried him in any direction... he wasn't sure which, and climbed several stairs. peds coarsed through entire school, and he found himself in a chamber, with only one item occupying it. a silver orb, hanging in the center of the room ]

[ had he been here before? he had searched the whole school, and yet found no evidence of this chamber. yet, still, the school held it's secrets... ]

[ brujo enters the room and the heavy, wooden, iron studded door shuts behind him. he strides to the center of the room, watching the crystal, quite content with observing. there seemed to be figures floating around in it. puzzled, the male outstretches an appendage, and gingerly touches the orb hanging in midair. emerald orbs widen as he feels himself being drawn into the crystal slowly. lids shut tightly as the male prepares for a landing ]

[ but there never was a landing. he opened his eyes, and he was in some sort of room... it looked vaguely familar. but... the orb? what was it? he traces his mind for any evidence of education on the subject... a portkey? no, this seemed to be something else. he'd have to wait and see ]

[ he was seated next to someone vaguely familar... sirius black. relief to some degree flooded through him, and he quickly began talking gibberish to him. everything exploded... and he was just about to go on when he relized sirius had no reaction to his sudden popping out of midair. it seemed as if he couldn't see him at all. virile waves a hand in front of his face. sirius black doesn't even blink. puzzled, male follows the mascul's gaze to a courtroom. he was in a courtroom. sitting next to black, who was being convicted... of something. he accepted that he couldn't be seen or heard by anyone in the chamber, and decided to become an auditor instead ]

,., Sirius Black, you have been charged with associating with the Dark Lord, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Do you have an arguement against this? .,.

> I didn't do anything wrong, your honor

.,. we'll let the court decide that. mr. weasley, call your first witness .,.

DAD?!?!?!?

|''sirius black''|

|''he began, standing and beginning to pace before sirius at the bench''|

|''did you or did you not assist or even assosiate with the Dark Lord?''|

> I have nothing to do with him

[ a member from the crowd stood up ]

[ his word is as good as the Dark's Lord's! ]

[ a murmer ran through the crowd, as if in agreement. the judge called everyone to order, and then it struck him. he was in a pensieve. sirius black's pensieve, to be more precise. why would black keep his pensieve here, in kiendzalr? ]

[ before he could question himself further, he relized how long he must have spent lost in a daze. the judge was calling order once more, and the jury was commenting among themselves. they were deciding. and with a sickening lurk inside of him, he knew what their decision would be ]

/ we find sirius black guilty in this matter \

[ before the jury could continue, more whispers ran through the crowd. the judge banged his mallet furiously, finally calming the mob ]

.,. sirius black, i sentance you to life in azcaban .,.

[ the last thing he saw was sirius being tugged away by two guards. without thinking, he ran up to sirius and tried to pull him out of their grip, but his hand went right through him. in shock, he stopped, and relized all he could do was watch black he pulled out the door. everything went fuzzy... now he was in a place he had only read about. azcaban. a cold shudder went up his spine, and felt as if all the remaining life was being sucked out of him. yet, there wasn't that many happy thoughts to take from him. all he could think of was his guilt, his pain... and this sustained him. sirius came into view. he was transformed, into a black canine, yet somehow he knew it was sirius. the dog was sitting back on his haunches, as if waiting for something ]

[ he soon found out ]

[ a demendor entered the cell, setting a tray of food lazily on the ground before turning to go. he saw a glimpse of a black tall, and sirius had headed out the door ]

[ everything was fuzzy. he saw glimpse of everything... buckbeak, harry, hermione, ron, gathered in a cavern... demendors, swamering over him... wandering through the wilderness... the recent battle with he-who-must-not-be-named... the dead carcass of flitwick... the dark lord's `lifeless` body. the last vision he saw, was a brief one. there was sirius, lying on the ground, in a forest, with something horrible floating over him ]

[ everything slipped out of focus once more, and the virile hoped for another memory, yet he found himself back in the chamber. he sat, flesh moist with sweat, next to the floating crystal. where was sirius? ]

[ male stares into the crystal for a while, watching figures pass of memories he had just experienced. where was sirius? ]

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