I had finally stopped laughing. I was insane and I knew it. I, Sirius Black, have been sent to Azkaban.

Why?

I befriended a rat, I trusted a rat, and he ended up killing my best friend and his wife.

And I was blamed for it. The rat framed me and faked his death and who knows where he is now, while I am here in Azkaban.

Harry…

I was going to let him live with me and raise him responsibly though teaching him to be a true Marauder.

The Marauders…

Wormtail's a traitor, Prongs is dead, I am here, and who knows where Moony is, probably believing that I would betray everyone I loved. I loved James, Lily and Harry, and the last thing I would do is betray them.

I'm going to sit here and hand over my happiness to the Dementors because there was nothing left to be happy about. I lost everything. And now Harry's going to live with his aunt.

I lost my family.

The Blacks were never my family. James was my family. Mr and Mrs Potter were my family. And two years ago, my brother got married, and Lily became part of my family too. One year ago, Harry was born, and became a new member of my family, and when James and Lily named me Godfather, I was ecstatic.

But here I am, in Azkaban, framed for betraying my family, forbidden from raising my Godson, betrayed by who I thought was my friend.

And most of this family is dead.

All that's left is Harry, who's going to be a living proof that I once knew James, that James and Lily died… if I ever get out of here.

"I miss you Lily and James," I silently whisper to myself.