Sirius' eyes narrowed. Of course, not surprising. He had always had a temper, always had a lot of anger in him, really. And now he had to hear about his godson being abused? "How can they allow it? What's up with bleeding Dumbledore? What about the order? How can they stand for it?"

It wasn't right. "And why is there a cupboard under the staircase?" That just seemed odd. Was that a common feature? He didn't know muggle architecture all that well. "How am I supposed to get out, Prongs? They can feel me. I know I can feel them all the time."

He laughed and shook his head. "I don't know how to escape this." Leaning back, he closed his eyes, not wanting to see the judgement and disappointment on James' face.

But his mind was still going. "...I know they can't see."