Why can't they believe that I didn't betray the Potters? Not on purpose at least. Stop worrying about yourself, Sirius. The world doesn't revolve around you. I wonder how Harry is. Now there is someone the world would revolve around and so it should. What year would he be in now? The last time I saw him he was one and it's been 12 years since then so he must be around 13 years old. In either his second or third, they were some of the best years of lonely life.
"Harry, I wish you the best time at Hogwarts. It will be the best time of your life." I whispered under my breathe knowing he'd never hear the words from my own mouth.
There was a sudden chill in the air.
Ah. They are here again. Dementors shouldn't be allowed to live or exist. They are neither alive nor dead. They are nothing but animated objects with no soul so the steal others.
The black cloaked figure moved passed the cell. What interested me more was the man behind the figure. The man of course was Cornelius Fudge and he was holding a newspaper. Then the picture on the front caught my eye.
"Fudge." I called to the man. Who had turned around at the sound of his name.
"Yes, Sirius." He looked as though he was going to spit on me with disgust. This is what I get for something I didn't do.
"Can I have that newspaper?" I said pointing to the paper in his hand, "Just to do the puzzles." I lied to the man.
"Sure. I guess it does get boring in here. After all." He hissed at me. He handed me the paper and walked off. You shouldn't hiss at me because you're the man who disowned his son just because he was in the bad. I opened the newspaper to find a family on the front that had gone to Egypt. It wasn't the people that interested me, it was the rat on one of the boys shoulders that caught my attention.
"So you are alive after all," I hissed at the photo, "dear old friend, Wormtail."
I will get you for what you did to the Potters. They were good people and your best friends.
That night I dreamt of exterminating Peter Pettigrew for good. I don't care if I'm wanted afterwards at least I will be convicted for a crime I actually did. I might even see Harry for the first time in 12 years. I will escape this hell on Earth and kill Peter. I don't care if I die trying because that is the way of the Marauders.
Thanks for reading,
IRIS.