(Harry's POV)
I shiver; it's cold and my head is in pain.
Every night HE comes into my head, tries to convince me to join him. I never will, not now, not ever. People think Azkaban is horrible, they have no idea, they don't have a dark lord trying to recruit them! I start to day dream about the first time he visited me, something I do quite often.
"I see the savior is not so amazing any more." I ignore him, he's not worth my attention.
"Framed by the same man as your godfather! And almost the same thing, you weren't a secret Keeper." He laughs a cruel, cold laugh.
"I can't believe they all still believed that you did it. You denied it. They didn't even ask for Veritaserum!"
"They had their reasons," I say, though I hardly believe it myself.
"I wonder what they'll say when they realize that you are innocent?" He pauses then says, "Join me child, you will be honored and together we can take over the world."
Then I woke up.
That was nearly 3 years ago He comes during my sleep. and I've got the Dementors to worry about during the days.
If someone asked me if I blamed my friends, I'd say no. I only blame Voldemort and Peter.
I am pulled out of my thoughts by a sound coming down the hall... a sound I haven't heard in nearly 3 years.
Footsteps