The camera fades in, filled with the unconscious face of Sirius Black paired with a high pitched ringing. Lashes flutter when he's grabbed by the shoulder and dragged to his feet, and the camera pans out to slowly show Sirius being awoken by five men in official looking robes with their wands armed, and the ringing starts to fade to register the distant sound of screaming and the yelling of the guards around him.
"-wand, make sure that you get his bloody wand!" "I've got it, I'm- stop fighting!"
Black looks around, dazed as he's roughly manhandled, and his arms are twisted painfully so his wrists can be held behind his back. The uncomfortable position seems to awaken him a bit more, and he finally tries to speak while also attempting to register that there were so many people.
"Bo," he began in lame confusion, "Bo, there's a girl, there should be a girl, a little girl with me, Bo? Bo? Bo!" He sees no one but the five men and a circle of civilians around him, staring and gripping each other tightly in fear. "Has anyone seen a little girl, a little girl, she should be-"
"Stop fighting!"
He tugged roughly against the wizard attempting to restrain him, and his face pales when he finally realizes where he is. There are dead bodies at his feet, the asphalt of the street scarred with a smoking crater, and there's a woman twenty feet away with tears in her eyes screaming the word 'murderer' at him with such venom that Sirius actually freezes to try and remember what he had done.
No, what he hadn't done. "No-" Despite how unwise it was Sirius struggled more in his panic, tearing an arm away from the Auror behind him in an effort to push himself free. "No, it wasn't- it's Pettigrew, find him, find him, he's here, he's here, I didn't- I have to find Bo, she'll be worried, she won't kno- get off of me. GET OFF OF ME-" His temper spiked when a second man tried to grab his arm after taking Sirius' wand from his hip and Sirius swung, fist colliding with the Auror's jaw. The aggression was only rewarded with the five men tackling Sirius down and a flash of red light followed by a scream of pain.
"Pettigrew!" The light flashes once more. Another scream. "I need to find Bo, Derek, Bo should be here, Bo should-" A flash of red. His face is crushed into the pavement as they try to restrain him. "He's not dead. He's not dead, he's here, he's not dead. He's not dead, HE'S NOT DEAD-"
"Who's that screamin' down there?" Two men in the filing offices of Azkaban sit on their break. Or perhaps during duty, they don't seem like the most active bunch.
"That's the new one, wotsisname, something funny soundin'-" "That Sirius Black lad, eh?" "Aye, that's the one!" The second guard bites into a sandwich, irate screaming in the background echoing off of the stone walls. "Killed all those people, he did." "What's he screamin' for?" "Keeps sayin' he wants a trial." The first guard scoffs. "Probably just wants to sit in a room and talk about what he done, sick bastard like that." The screaming gets louder before stopping abruptly, and the first guard gives a sigh of relief as he leans back in the silence. "Sounds like the Dementors finally shut him up then, 'bout time. Was gettin' a headache."
A man is curled in the corner of a stone cell, hair long and filthy. He looks gaunt and unmoving, perhaps comatose or dead, but after a few minutes he shifts and weakly crawls across the small cell to rest his cheek against the iron bar. He wets his lips but it doesn't seem to do anything, and when he speaks his voice sounds hollow and rasped with disuse. "Hello?" He seems like he's trying to call for attention and is afraid to be heard at the same time, wincing despite receiving no response. "Can I write a letter? I want to write a..." he trails off in defeat, either because he knows that no one is listening or that no one cares. His eyes close.
"Please?" His voice cracks with wet emotion. "Someone has to know that I'm in here. Someone has to know. My godson..." his face twists and his head falls back against the stone wall, shoulders slumping as he slips lower onto the floor in a pathetic pile. Tears streak a filthy face as he trembles, but he freezes in the middle of a sob and moves to alert with fear in his eyes as if he heard something in the quiet. Or felt something.
Sirius quickly moves back to the back corner of the cell, trying to keep quiet, and while he's there he curls up on the floor and his body contorts into a large, malnourished looking dog. A hooded figure floats past his cell with disinterest.