Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter nor any of the characters from the series. Katerina Watson, however, does belong to me. So do a couple other later OCs.
Well, first off, let me tell you that this was written several years ago after the fifth book came out. So, therefore, it's not written all that well--especially the first chapter--and it's probably not compliant with the Deathly Hallows. Honestly, I don't really remember because it's been so long since I read this over. Why else would I have not stated the names of the other OCs that I own? Dur.
Oh, and this only has seven chapters, and I should be updating quite frequently because I finished it ages ago.
The Black Report
Katerina Watson walked slowly through the clutches of the Dementors, closely following Cornelius Fudge. Azkaban Prison was far worse than she had ever imagined but she had a certain criminal to which she had to talk. They halted before cell number 286 and looked inside. She was stunned by the image that was brought to her eyes. And so it seemed was Fudge.
Inside was a man huddling in the corner. Although he seemed to act normally enough, his appearance proved the contrary. His eyes were dark and hollow, filled with anger and possibly regret. His skin was old and rugged. His hair was matted. To Kat, he looked positively dreadful.
"Minister, could I speak with Mr. Black alone?" she asked, thinking back to her school days and remembering what had happened to her best friend and her husband.
"Why would that be necessary, Miss Watson?" asked Fudge.
"I feel, sir, that he would be more comfortable talking with an old friend than the Minister of Magic. At Hogwarts we were rather close, as Lily Evans was my best friend and James Potter his."
"What does it really matter? All of England will read it in the Daily Prophet later."
"On some subjects he may feel constricted and angry because he knows that you would not like half of what he is saying. I would like his version of the entire story and not a messed up version that he was forced to create with you here. Although, knowing him as I did, I would not expect him to keep quiet about it." She looked closely at the mumbling figure inside the cell, and then back to Fudge. "Please, sir."
"Very well. I shall not be too far away. Just call if you need me. Be fast, Miss Watson," he said, turning back the way they had come.
Kat looked closely at the cell and cleared her throat, trying to catch the attention of the man inside. He stirred but paid no mind other wise. "Sirius Black!" she snapped.
"What do you want, Kat?" he asked, not turning around but merely lifting up his head.
"I'm here for an interview, Black. And you have no right to call me that again."
"And why not?"
"You sold our best friends to Voldemort!" she cried. A few other inmates began muttering about how she had no right to call him anything other than the Dark Lord. Both ignored them. "How could you do that to them? To us? Think of what we all had at that time. We were happy—all of us!"
"One of us wasn't."
"How could one of us not be happy? Lily and James were married. They had a son. You were his godfather. There was Remus and Peter and Emmeline." Her voice grew quiet. "And us. There was us, Sirius. How could one of us not be happy?"
"Easy. Voldemort wasn't getting what he wanted. He needed their information. And so easy it would be for him to get information from one of their friends."
"Will you stop talking about yourself in third person?"
Sirius walked over to the edge of the cell, just inches from her. "This conversation is over, Watson," he said. "Go back to London. I'm sure that Moony and Vance would like to comfort you. You guys are still friends, right?"
She nodded her head, too angry and sad to say anything. She took a deep breath and said, "I'll be back to talk to you more later." She turned on her heel and walked toward Fudge, tears growing in her eyes.
Sirius slowly stood up, waiting for Kat to return. Fudge had returned to tell him that she would be back in a couple of days. And two days had passed, so he waited for her return. He stood quietly and listened to the sounds of the other people. Suddenly, he heard the sound of approaching footsteps. He clung to the bars and waited.
Kat walked toward the dreaded cell of 286. Finally she stopped in front of the cell—and its prisoner. "Hello again, Mr. Black," she said coldly, not daring to look at him.
He slowly looked up and replied, "Hey, Watson."
This time she brought a chair and sat down beside the cell. "Okay, I want you to tell me why you became a Death Eater and betrayed Lily and James."
"And who said I did?" he asked.
"Are you saying you aren't a Death Eater and that you never betrayed our friends?" she asked, amazed that he could so easily deny it.
"Why not? No one can prove the contrary."
"What do you mean? Surely there is someone that has the information they used to incriminate you."
"Information they used to incriminate me? All they ever had was that I had been their Secret Keeper."
"Which I find to be plenty enough."
"But I wasn't. I thought that Voldemort would surely go after me because I was their best friend, so I told them to change the Secret Keeper to," he said, pausing and grimacing, "Pettigrew."
"Peter? But you killed him, didn't you?"
"I meant to. But he did what I should have expected him to. To tell you the truth, I would have to tell you a whole story of lies and trust. And right now I don't know if I can trust you. I haven't seen you in years, Kat."
"Sirius, tell me."
He leaned closely to the edge of the cell, as close as he could get to her. "Would you like to know a secret?"
She pulled in, her face barely an inch away from his.
"I still love you," he whispered, pulling her lips to his by her chin with a rough hand. After a moment, he let her go and pulled away. He turned and spoke. "Go," he said. "You shouldn't come back. You shouldn't have come in the first place. Voldemort will come back and he will have knowledge from his Death Eaters that you are a so-called ally with his enemies."
"I already am his enemy. You know that I was there with the rest of you and Dumbledore. I'm not afraid of him and I know you aren't either."
"Go now. Don't come back."
"I have to."
"Goodbye, Sirius." She turned to leave.
"So, Kat, what about that story on Sirius Black?" asked Mrs. Henderson, the editor of the Daily Prophet. "What do you have on it?"
"I can't do it, Mrs. Henderson," Kat sighed, looking up from her desk. "Because of personal reasons."
"I never thought I'd see the day," she said, looking down at the girl before her.
"That you'd not take a case. What personal things could be in your past with Sirius Black?"
"We went to Hogwarts together. He and his friends were the Marauders. I was friends with Lily Evans and Emmeline Vance. Lily is dead, along with her husband, his best friend. Emma and Remus are still my friends. Another one is in hiding from Voldemort. And Sirius is in Azkaban."
Mrs. Henderson cringed at the name.
"So how could I talk to him when we have such a past? All I know is that he didn't do it."
"I still don't understand, Kat."
"I love him—as I have since our sixth year in Hogwarts. Victoria, I'm sorry, but I quit. I have things I have to fix in my life."
"Good luck, Kat."
Kat sped into Azkaban prison, stopping before cell 286, trying to catch Sirius's attention. "Sirius!" she snapped.
He walked toward the cell door. "What are you doing here? I told you not to come back!"
"Sirius, don't you understand? I'd rather stay here with you than live a life with the richest man in the world."
"Go, Kat. You shouldn't be here."
"But I love you, damn it!" she hissed.
She rushed from the edge of the cell, tears rolling down her face.
"I love you still, Sirius," whispered Kat, letting her tears run freely. She glanced down at the cliffs below and the water slashing up against the sides of the ocean. "You told me not to go back. And so I will never return. Goodbye forever…."