He feels a snarl curl his lips. Of course, Sirius escapes and they call in the one person who might be able to stop him. Dumbledore has no shortage of minions. His darling Moony looks tired. His skin sallow and sunken. His body is thin. He looks as though he had spent the past 12 years in Azkaban. Sirius wonders, how his transformations have been without the aid of his friends. He also wonders, why his darling Moony never believed him. Looked for him. Vouched for him.