A/N: So, this little piece here is quite deep...let me know what you think! :)
Far away, in a world so devoid of colour, stands a place called Azkaban. Azkaban is a prison; its tall and crooked shape defended by dark impenetrable bars and soul sucking dementors. No person withheld in the cells of Azkaban can ever escape its grasp, not for the impassable structure, but for those life diminishing creatures. They created a lingering unhappiness, unhappiness far more dwelling than the regular sort. They spread emotional anguish, diffusing misery into the minds of all prisoners until they can do naught but rock themselves meticulously in melancholic madness.
Azkaban incarcerates its inhabitants in their own minds.
It was sometime in 1981 when Sirius Black joined the rank of prisoners. Not that time exists in Azkaban, anyway. The distinction between night and day had been diminished by everlasting black clouds which stained the skies above them permanently. So it was some time, when Sirius Black was flung into a cold rotting cell; thrown into disarray and enduring discomfort.
Sirius Black was dark, darker than even Azkaban itself. Other prisoners feared him more than they feared their own minds. It was claimed that Sirius Black was insane before he even entered Azkaban.
That much is correct. Sirius entered Azkaban with a manic glint in his eye and a look of lunacy etched on his features. It appeared to onlookers that he thought of nothing as he sat on the cold rock floor of his cell, staring into the bleak isolation.
But they were wrong. During his first night (or was it day) in the prison, Sirius thought, he thought things so unhappy yet sadistically reassuring, that the dementors could not steal them from within his twisted mind.
Sirius was able to do something that not many of the convicts could. Sirius was able to remember; he remembered the faces of his brother, James, and his sister Lily, their bodies on the floor, pale and lifeless. He remembered the many other bodies of his friends that had fallen in contrary of the dark regime. He remembered his godson, Harry, a breathing and living imitation of his brother and sister combined. He remembered his cries and his big, worried eyes as he struggled to understand why his parents would not awake. He remembered Peter, whimpering in the gutter like the cowardly rat he was. Most of all, he remembered that he was only paying for another man's deeds.
Sirius Black reminded himself of this for every second he spent in the soul destroying place. And then came a fateful day some time later, 12 years to be precise, when he saw a rat in the paper. A rat whose fate was to be encased in the living hell that Sirius had to endure for him.
A/N: Thanks for reading :)
