A/N: This is a short ficlet that I wrote for the heck of it. This is my take on Sirius after the deaths of James and Lily. I hope you guys enjoy it.
Moody limped down the steps of Azkaban prison and stood by a guard who was standing by a door that was bolted shut, but silence was behind it. Alastor Moody wasn't supposed to be here. He was supposed to be with the other members of the Order deciding how to take the recent deaths of James and Lily Potter. Instead he was here, standing in front of the door of the man that was said to have killed his own best friends.
"What's his status?" Moody asked the guard.
"He hasn't said anything since he's got here, sir," the guard turned to the door, "But I hear him whispering to himself in there since I took guard."
"What has he been saying?"
The guard shrugged, "I've never gone in there. So it's true then, Black killed the Potters?"
Moody only nodded. He didn't want to believe it, but sometimes even Dumbledore didn't know who he could trust. James was one of their best aurors and Lily was too innocent to have died.
"Potter was an excellent auror, sir," the guard sighed, "I never thought Sirius would have done that. I heard he destroyed Pettigrew as well."
Peter Pettigrew, that rat-looking young man, who was best friends with both Sirius and James was nowhere to be found after the killings. Until a few hours ago, when the search team found nothing but his finger in the destruction.
"And the boy?"
Now that was the miracle in Moody's eyes. Harry James Potter, a mere one year old, survived the killing curse. Mad-Eye didn't understand how, but it happened. "He's alive, but he's in safe hands."
"Where, sir?"
"The Wizarding World isn't a safe place for him at the moment," Moody turned towards the door, "Let me in, I want to speak to Black."
The guard nodded before flicking his wand and the bolts moved away from the door. Once the door was opened, Moody walked into the room and heard the whispering.
"Sirius," Moody said and the whispering stopped.
Sirius turned to Mad-Eye and Moody saw something he never saw in Black's eyes. Tears were filled to the brim and covering his cheeks. Sirius Black never showed any sense of weakness until now.
"Mad-Eye, I didn't do it!" Sirius stood up slowly, "Someone else did it. You know I would never hurt James or Lily or even my godson."
Moody shook his head, "All the evidence points to you, Sirius. I'm sorry, but you can't be released."
"I DIDN'T DO IT! I HAVE NEVER ONCE IN MY LIFE EVER TURNED TO THAT BASTARD!"
Moody knew who he was talking about. Sirius Black wasn't a man to have gone to Voldemort for help in anything, but it didn't prove anything. "You were there, Sirius! You were there and your best friend was murdered!"
"I had nothing to do with it! I loved James, Lily, and Harry! I would never turn my back on them!" Sirius shouted back.
Moody sighed roughly, "There is nothing I can do. You can't prove that you didn't do it. I'm sorry," he turned around.
"Did Harry survive?" Sirius asked.
Moody didn't turn around. "I'm not going to tell you that," he said before leaving.
Sirius started screaming, kicking, and cursing the world. Once Moody came out of the cell, it changed. Sirius Black started laughing manically. Something in his laugh made even Alastor Moody shiver. It was a laugh saying that he knew something, but knew it wasn't going to stick.
"He's gone mad, sir," the guard said as they listened to the laughter.
"Everyone goes mad in here. Sirius has a whole different reason to go mad."
"I would go mad to knowing I murdered my best friend."
Moody nodded before leaving.