The Guards of Azkaban

Azkaban, Sirius Black, Dementors, Lily and James Potter, Pettigrew, and Sirius's mum all belong to Mrs. Rowling.

By Padfoot

This is just a really short fic on when Sirius was first put into Azkaban. Yeah. It's just a nice little one-shot. Well, maybe not that nice. - Padfoot


It came as quick flashes. The stern face of a mother, angry and yelling; flashed faintly before Sirius's eyes. Sharp pains reminded him of that horrible piece of the past. Then the face of a young boy, taunting and laughing at him. Older women and men, snobbish and suited walked all around him, hardly even sparing a passing glance. Loud voices shouted into his ears as his memories flashed before his eyes.

"How could you!" choked the voice of a young girl.

"You horrible son! Disgrace to the Black family!" shouted the mother.

"Hahahaha!" laughed a boy.

"No one will expect such a scared lump like him being your secret keeper, James," his own voice echoed in his mind.

No, no, he thought loudly, trying to drown out the painful memories. "I'm innocent, I'm innocent, I'm innocent."

Sirius cried himself to sleep that night, not wanting to even look at the bars that were holding him into the prison cell.

When he awoke he didn't know what time it was, or even if it was day, the heavily guarded cell was pitch black and surrounded by dementors. The voices were still ringing in his ears, making him feel even worse than he did when Lily and James died. Sirius knew that the hollow feeling would probably never go away. As he thought, I'm innocent, I didn't kill those people, I didn't kill James and Lily, or Pettigrew, I'm Sirius Black, I'm innocent. The pain seemed to ease, but just slightly.

That single thought of innocence kept Sirius sane, kept him alive, while most prisoners around him just wasted away.


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