Dementors of the Blakes

It was probably because my jaw-crunching sarcasm was too obvious. Sirius obviously sensed my deep meaning, and he immediately understood that I actually knew everything, knowing that he wanted to escape from prison, and that he Can't get through the railing at all.

His emotions turned from nervousness and fear to enlightenment in an instant, and then to anger in the next second.

Oh, maybe a better understanding should be: anger from embarrassment.

He was not afraid that I would be angry or that I would kill him humanely, so he simply twisted his neck to avoid my claws, and then seemed to back away. Within a few seconds, I couldn't sense his emotions clearly.

He was an Animagus again.

I don't like his form, because in this way, I have to concentrate and distinguish carefully to find him, and with the aid of smell, it's as awkward as a discerning person meeting an invisible person.

And now, I feel him running into a corner and hiding again.

Every time there is an awkward situation, he likes to hide there, making it seem like I can't see, oh, I can't see by myself, I rely on induction, so it's unnecessary for him to hide like this.

I floated there, felt something brush against my cloak, bent down to grab it, and it was a fluffy tail.

It's really interesting to dangle around.

I felt his tail tremble in my palm, and I became interested all of a sudden. My fingers stroked the tailbone under the fur, and I climbed up bit by bit, playing with his tail.

Probably because the dog's tail is really a very sensitive place, Sirius couldn't help but let out a "owwow".

I smiled in my heart, thinking that he was so pitiful that he was really angry about his plan to escape from prison, so I let go of the hand holding the tail and stroked his back.

The curve of the back was bent into an arc, showing Sirius' current posture. He had rolled himself up into a ball, bulging like a big hairball.

I ran down his fur one after another, combing it from top to bottom. Although dog hair is not as delicate and soft as fox fur and mink fur, it is probably because Sirius is well nourished by me. It is also very smooth to the touch.

this bad guy...

Maybe it's the very comfortable relationship of touching like this. Even though the feeling under the hand was a little tight at first, it didn't take long before it relaxed.

He flicked his tail again and again, patting my cloak, and almost fell asleep.

Hey... Even if the animal's sixth sense makes you guess that I don't intend to punish you, you can't be so arrogant, right?

I maliciously moved my fingers up, pinched his neck, and then gently grabbed his ear.

The thin dog ears trembled suddenly.

The skin and flesh of the ear are covered with soft tissue, which is very comfortable to touch. The inner side of the ear is even more tender, with a layer of fine fluff, which feels great to the touch.

The more I played the more vigorously, and Sirius' ears became more and more hot, but he didn't dare to run away. After holding it for a while, he couldn't hold it any longer.

All of a sudden, I felt that the ear I was holding was gone, and the emotion around me became clear again, and I immediately understood that Sirius had changed back into a human form.

Unfortunately, I couldn't see his expression clearly at this time.

He was a little out of breath. I really don't know if he is so tired after being touched twice by me?

I didn't ask him anything, and I didn't expect him to answer. Some things would be embarrassing if they broke the news. As a qualified guard, I shouldn't be like this, but I was tolerant without hesitation, but I still don't want to be Point broken.

What's more... I know Sirius won't tell the truth, rather than getting angry because of the deception, it's better not to ask.

To be honest, I am more interested in his reaction than serious questioning.

What would he do?

It's fun to think about it...

He really lived up to my "expectation" and took action soon.

He has started to go on a diet, he only eats two meals a day, and each meal is only one-third of what he used to be. I really want to see how determined he is, and I have worked hard to toss the house elf every day to make delicious food. , I tried my best to pile the most attractive food in front of Sirius, even if he turned into a dog and lay on his stomach... I have prepared a caring pet bento...

In view of this... Sirius looked at me more and more sadly every day, and every time he couldn't help but take a bite, he would hold a newspaper and start talking to himself, "Oh, Harry... I Poor godson . . . I'm guilty."

Of course he is guilty, I disdain in my heart, last time I heard him underestimate why Harry looks so thin, oh, I know who Harry Potter is, that little baby has appeared many times in my memory, that is Sirius' favorite godson.

My godson looks so thin... This godfather was raised so fat in prison... How can Sirius not be ashamed.

But what does that have to do with me?

Keep stuffing what should be stuffed, continue to seduce what should be tempted, and I don’t know if there is a meal without a meal, and the diet suddenly becomes irregular. Maybe it’s my illusion, but I always feel... He dieted to lose weight, and he didn’t lose any weight. Weight...but even fatter.

...it's not my fault, Merlin bless.

In addition to dieting, he also used exercise to lose weight.

He still doesn't ignore me to the point where he dares to go out privately. Besides, the iron chains have been locked again, and the range of activities has been restricted. He can figure it out and start doing some in-situ exercises. When I was tired, I walked around in circles and refused to stop, as if I would really lose weight if I accumulated like this.

I sincerely hope he doesn't turn fat into muscle without shrinking in size...

I let him torment.

He had been trying to lose weight for a long time, and finally realized that he would never be so thin that he could squeeze out of the railing in a short time, and he was so sad that he held a piece of paper and muttered all day, and he almost lost his weight. Tears wet the sleeves of the spring shirt.

I was also depressed by him, I know he is not acting, although it is indeed a bit exaggerated, but...he is really confused and desperate.

Why don't you come and beg me?

Why not ask me what I think?

He even tried to hide his gloomy emotions from me, but...human emotions are the most transparent thing to me, how could I hide them.

Here, in Azkaban, he has no way out but me.

Although it seems that I will definitely not help him, and I should even resist his escape, but it is just a look.

After all, we have been together for more than 10 years.

If...he actually believed me...

It's a pity that he still didn't say anything, and he never explained anything to me. He knew that I found out about his escape from prison, and he also knew that I couldn't have been unaware of the series of weight-loss struggles, but he still chose to keep silent.

Soon, he calmed down, and his emotions seemed to have calmed down a lot.

But I know that Sirius will definitely not give up. He is not a person who compromises easily. On the contrary, he is particularly stubborn and tenacious. His calmness is an anomaly, more like the calm before the storm.

I am worried that he will do something unpredictable. If other clansmen find out that he has escaped from prison, I will definitely not be able to keep him. Azkaban... It looks dull, but it has its own rules.

I thought, I can't take it any longer, I have a very bad feeling.

This time... even if I lose, I decided to strike first.

I hurried back to my residence, sat face to face with Sirius very seriously, spread out a piece of parchment, and wrote stroke by stroke: I want to elope with you.

This is the ending I want.

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I—a dementor, a dementor who has already planned the ending, said that he would run away from home with his pet, but in order to take into account the face of the pet and his understanding, I kindly used " Elope" is the word, I hope he can understand...