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Title: The Prisoner of Azkaban
Prologue
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Walking…jogging…running…sprintingThoughtless…careless…confused…worried
Laughing…crying…sobbing
Dreams…reality…truth
Friends…foes
Mutineers…traitors…betrayers-
Sirius Black paused at betrayers, his mind wandering to Peter Pettigrew. He was the reason he was in this horror-filled place.
A year…a long, cold and horrible year in Azkaban. Sirius Black shuddered at the thought.
Dementors…cold…grief…Sirius had learned to cope with it a little bit. But it didn't change the fact that he was still here.
His mind kept wandering back to October 31st, 1981. The night when James and Lily were murdered. The night he had to give up his godson.
He shuddered again. November 1st had been just as horrible. He had managed to let Pettigrew escape. He had managed to get himself a first class ticket to Azkaban.
Explosion…a rat…sewers…It had all gone so fast. Sirius realized he could have died that day. Now in Azkaban, he withed he had. Sirius had looked around after the explosion. About ten or twelve muggles were dead. Pettigrew's index finger lying on the street.
"Lily and James, Sirius! How could you?"The same line was repeated constantly in Sirius' head. It made him dizzy.
Yes Sirius, how could you? How could you have not known that he was the spy? How could you let him be the Secret Keeper? How could you let James and Lily die? How could you make Harry an orphan? Sirius paused again. No, that wasn't all his fault. He had thought Remus was the spy.
Yes, Remus Lupin. How could Sirius ever suspect Remus? Remus was just as strong as James and Sirius had been.
Sirius never understood why he had never suspected Peter. Peter was the one who befriended people who were stronger than him. People who would look after him. People who would trust him.
Sirius knew he would never understand Peter. Wormtail had had friends, friends that would die before betraying him. Unless Peter thought he could save his friends by becoming a Death Eater. But that didn't explain why he snitched to Voldemort where the Potters were.
Sirius thoughts wandered. After a while his eyes watered from staring at the concrete wall for so long. He took his eyes off the unmoving wall and settled on the hard floor still thinking.
He was skinny. Not too, but in a year or so he'd be unnaturally bony. He froze at the thought.
He used to be admired by all the girls, now everyone in the magical world despised him. Life was hard. It was even harder in this place. Before he knew it he'd be here for five years until he died.
No, Sirius, no. Don't think about that. Listen to yourself, you are going to survive, Sirius told himself in his head.
He never talked to himself aloud. He never wanted to be like any of those Death Eaters who deserved to be in Azkaban.
Most of those who came to Azkaban either starved themselves or went mad within a month.
Sirius often wondered if he'd go insane. He was sure there were other prisoners in Azkaban that were innocent, like him. Then again, all the others had had trials. That probably meant that they were all guilty.
No, Sirius wouldn't go insane. As long as he remembered that he was innocent he'd be sane.
Remembering that he was sane wasn't always a happy thought. Sure, it would keep his sane but it brought back memories of October 31st.
Sirius shuddered again. Shuddering was something he did a lot in Azkaban.
Well…at least Voldemort was gone. That was somewhat of a happy thought. But that thought always brought his mind to Harry who defeated him and became an orphan that night all within four minutes.
Sirius groaned. Harry would grow up thinking that Sirius was the betrayer, not Peter. Harry would grow up with those awful muggles. It was hard to believe Petunia Dursley was Lily Potter's sister. There couldn't be more of a different pair of siblings.
Those muggles hated magic. Sirius supposed they would try to get the magic out of Harry. The thought suddenly made him feel angry and frustrated. He threw himself at the wall and resettled on the floor aware of the tears that started to pour down his cheeks.
Calm down, Sirius, James' voice told him. Sirius took the hem of his robe and wiped his streaming eyes.
He like it when James talked to him in Azkaban. It gave him hope.
The tears stopped.
He didn't know that he would escape this horror in eleven years. He didn't know he would befriend a furry cat. He didn't know his godson would try to kill him. He didn't know that Remus would trust him again. He didn't know that he would let Peter slip through his fingers again.
Yup…so that was the prologue. Hoped you like it.
-sirius about you