Sirius remembered when he first met his god son Harry Potter. He was so ecstatic about meeting him he ran all the way from his own house to Godric's Hollow in dog form. When he burst in the open door he found Harry laying in his mother Lily's arms fast asleep. Lily shooed him away laughing as he attempted to jump up at Harry. Once he transformed back he had been allowed to hold his god son for the first time.
Sirius thought of this as he listened to the people overseeing his "trial" condemn him to Azkaban, the horrid wizard prison. No one even bothered to ask Sirius for his side of the story. If only, Sirius thought, oh forget it, he chided himself. It isn't as though anyone would believe me without Peter... his thoughts turned to bumbling, clumsy, little Peter Pettigrew. Why hadn't he seen the signs? Since when did Peter of all people come up with an actual plan? Sirius stopped raging briefly to listen to the testimonies against him.
"12 Muggles. All innocent bystanders whose only crime was crossing Black's path at the wrong moment." One man testified for the prosecution. Nearly all who had testified said similar or the exact equivalent. Sirius sighed, thinking back to that fateful day.