A/N I lasted about five days? Yah. About that. Nar dared me not to write angst for a week. I lasted five days. Mm. Here you go.
Disclaimer: OMGZ. I OWN HARRY POTTERZ. SRSLYZ. I PROMISEZ. Not.
He is laughing and he doesn't know why.
He doesn't resist as they grab his arms. He doesn't resist as hundreds of Aurors swamp down on him, telling him that if he moves he'll have hell to pay. He doesn't resist when there's what seems like hundreds of spells cast on him, making him unable to run away or Apparate or use his wand. He doesn't move when they tell him that he killed Peter and that the Potters are dead because of him, his so called charges. He doesn't resist when they start leading him away.
He just laughs.
He laughs with the sheer insanity of it all. James and Lily are dead and it's all his fault. Peter, small, weak, pathetic little Peter, the one who they thought couldn't tell anyone anything, the one they thought would be the last person Voldemort would go to. Small, well, pathetic Peter managed to trick everyone and make out it was all Sirius' fault. It was so insane, so perfect and he just laughs Because there is nothing else to do.
It all makes so much sense now. Isn't it funny how everything makes sense after everything's done and cannot be undone, Sirius thinks. Isn't it funny how everything seems so obvious once everything has been unravelled? This all makes so much sense now. It all is so clear. And he feels stupid because he didn't do it and it's his fault James and Lily are dead, it's all his fault. It seems so simple now and he feels so stupid and he laughs because of the insanity of it all.
They're telling him that he'll be damn lucky if he even gets a trial. They're laughing at him and they're confused because he won't stop laughing. They tell him he won't be laughing in Azkaban, but he doesn't care. He deserves it. He could spend five lifetimes in there for what he did. Because it's his fault that his friends died. It's all his fault, and that is punishment enough.
Sirius is still laughing when the Junior Minister stands in front of him, looking solemn and serious. It was so funny, because none of them knew the real truth. He had made sure no one knew the truth, not even Dumbledore, and here it was, rebounding right back at him. There is a thousand other things that he should be doing now. He should be crying, grieving. He should be refusing to believe it. And here he stands, laughing his head off.
Because he doesn't know what to do. There's that feeling of helplessness rushing through him and he knows that everything he did to make it all such a big secret is rebounding back onto him. And his friend, his best friend, his Prongs, is dead. And it's all his fault. He laughs with the insanity of it all, because it's just a big joke. No one knows the truth. Prongs will tell them. Prongs will come out from behind a statue and say what happened.
But he won't.
And that's when Sirius stops laughing. That's when he realises this isn't a game anymore. And that's when he realises Prongs is never coming back, ever. It hits him fully, a huge blow to the stomach and he bends over and retches. The Junior Minister awkwardly takes a step back. There's surprise on his face, laced with confusion and then there's another man in front of him, a man with a thin, toothbrush moustache. Sirius' eyes narrow as he looks at him.
"Straight to Azkaban," the man says. His voice is gruff and Sirius looks up sharply.
"But I should have a trial, I should-."
"Straight to Azkaban," he repeats solemnly. "Life sentence." Sirius stares at him and the man walks away.
And he laughs again, because nobody understands and nobody knows the truth except him. Now, though, even he can't tell the truth. And he laughs with the insanity of it all.