Confessions of a Prisoner
Azkaban, 1993
Fullfilled twelve years in prison for a crime I did not commit and of which, however, I've never defended myself, dead for life and dreams: nothing to expect or to wish whatsoever - I come to finally make my confession: this is, show my innocence.
Maybe they do not believe me. Surely they don't. But it doesn't matter. My interest today in screaming I did not kill the Potters is none. I have no family; don't need to get rehabillitated. Though who has been twelve years in Azkaban nevers gets rehabillitated.
This is the simple truth.
Hey, this is my first Drabble fic, hope you enjoy. This lines are taken from a brazilian book which I enjoyed, and I thought they fit perfectly for Sirius. :)
