Disclaimer: Okay, obviously, I don't own Harry Potter or his affiliates no matter how much I WISH I did. However, I do own the plot, of course. So if I catch wind of anyone using my stuff, trust me, HEADS WILL ROLL… you have been warned. ©, do you hear? ©!!

Oh, and PS: I wrote this to fit with my two other stories that were written BEFORE THE ORDER, so some of the stuff you read in here won't quite fit with the fifth book, or some of the things in the fourth. It's mostly my guesses at what might have happened before Harry Potter came to be. Gimme a break, geeze… But other than that, read, enjoy, and REVIEW (nicely! Ha!)!!

Oh yeah, PPS: This was only going to be about four chapters, but now it's going to take place from after Lily and James's death until the end of the third book. It sounds really long, but it isn't really! LOL!

The Prisoner of Azkaban

Based on books 1-3 by J.K. Rowling

By Kirsten

Chapter 1

Finding Wormtail

After Lily and James Potter's murder, Sirius Black knew that there was nothing left. His two best friends were dead. There was a gaping hole in his heart that he knew nothing would ever fill. Their one-year-old son, Harry, his godchild, was off living with Lily's sister and Sirius had no idea how to find him.

But that wasn't why Sirius was alone. He was alone because his childhood friend, Peter Pettigrew, was a traitor. He threw in his lot with the most evil man alive, and killed James and his wife, rather than protect them, like Sirius should have. If only Sirius had stayed the Potters' Secret Keeper, this would have never happened. He wouldn't be in hiding—Remus and Belle would still be his friends… and Lily and James would still be alive, and raising Harry.

But he had told the Potters to switch Secret Keepers to Peter, and he had chosen to betray them all. Sure, Voldemort had disappeared, because of some unknown power within Harry. But what did that matter? Harry would never know his family, and he would think Sirius to be a murderer. But it wasn't true. Sirius wasn't a murderer.

It was Peter. Peter, whom he had known since his first year of Hogwarts, killed his best friends.

James and Sirius had literally grown up together. James's house was like Sirius's second home. Together, with Peter and Remus by their sides, they had learned to be Animangi. Now Sirius could change into a dog with ease—all because of James. With James, Sirius learned how to be himself. James helped him to become the wizard he was today. James was his like his brother—the greatest person he had ever known. And now he and Lily were gone forever. They had slipped right through Sirius's fingers like a wisp of smoke.

Peter had done it. Peter had made the worst choice of his life. And now he would pay. As Sirius made his way down the muggle-filled street, his eyes never left Peter's back. It had taken him a while to locate Peter, and Sirius was not going to lose his chance again. Peter would die for doing this. He would die for betraying them.

"Wormtail, old buddy!" Sirius called out, jogging to catch up to Peter. Sirius clutched his wand in the pocket of his Muggle jacket, as Peter turned to see who had called him. When he saw Sirius, he started to sprint away. No, Peter. Not this time.

Sirius ran faster, his feet smacking against the pavement. His heart was beating fast, thinking about how sweet this revenge would be. He pushed past muggles that were blocking his path, never losing sight of Peter. Sirius watched carefully as he ducked into an alleyway. Sirius followed in hot-pursuit.

Peter was sprinting down the alley, obviously aware of the furious Sirius who was following him. Sirius banged over trashcans and tripped over cats, but refused to let Peter get away. Peter had lived a free-life long enough.

Sirius realized with glee that he was gaining. All those years of Quidditch training were finally paying off. Sirius lunged at Peter, wanting to clobber him until he cried—cried like Sirius had when he had found James's cold, dead body lying in the Potters' living room.

"Sirius! Get off me!" Peter yelled.

"You lying, deceitful, backstabbing—I can't believe you would do this to me and Remus." Sirius said softly, as he punched Peter, letting out all the grief and frustration that had been haunting him since that fatal night. "You may have never liked Lily—but James was your best friend. He was my best friend."

"Stop it! Let go of me!" Peter whimpered. But Sirius stood up, and kicked Peter in the side. Peter cringed, and clutched his ribs. Sirius didn't need a wand—he would kill Wormtail with his bare hands.

"Why would you turn them over to Voldemort?" Sirius asked viciously, kicking him again. "I hope you realized that you not only killed Lily and James, but you killed your precious Dark Lord, too."

"Don't talk about Lord Voldemort like that…"

"I'll talk about that fucking loser all I want. You killed him, too, Peter. Maybe I should just leave it to the Death Eaters to kill you… they will, too, you know." Sirius grinned wildly.

"No they won't—they're my brothers and sisters." Peter moaned.

"They aren't." Sirius kicked him again. But this time, Peter fought back. He grabbed Sirius's leg, and pulled him to the dirty ground. Peter leapt to his feet and started to run again, but this time he was traveling much slower. Sirius got up and chased after him.

"Hell no, Peter." Sirius whispered to himself. "You're not getting away that easy, pal." But suddenly, Peter whipped around, tears still on his face.

"Lily and James, Sirius! How could you?!" Peter shouted. Realizing that Peter's wand was pointing right at him, Sirius pulled out his own wand. Suddenly, there was a huge explosion right at Sirius's feet. He crouched down, and covered his face as debris and chunks of the street came falling from the sky.

The sounds of muggles screaming reached Sirius's ears, and as the dust began to clear, Sirius could no longer see Peter. But there was, however, a pile of Peter's robes lying in the middle of a huge crater that spread out before Sirius. Sirius instantly realized what Peter had done.

He had transformed into a rat to frame Sirius. An ironic grin broke over Sirius's face and he began to laugh.

But as the Ministry began to arrive, he soon found that this was no laughing matter.

Peter had killed 12 muggles in his escape stunt, and left all the fingers pointing to Sirius—actually, the only finger doing the pointing was Peter's, as that was the largest part of him that the Ministry could find. Peter had faked his own death, and had gotten away from Sirius's wrath once again.

Hit Wizards showed up almost instantly to take Sirius away. "Let go of me! You don't understand—" Sirius yelled, but they jammed him into one of the Ministry cars, and chained him to the seat, before locking all the doors. Then, for the first time, Sirius realized what trouble he was in. Peter was gone—everyone thought he was dead. Sirius was going to go to jail. And he had lost his chance at Peter forever.

Almost instantly, another Ministry worker hopped into the front seat of the car, and revved up the engine. He didn't say a word to Sirius; though Sirius noticed the fearful glances he was shooting into the backseat.

"Where are you taking me?" Sirius asked the man, with a hint of worry in his voice.

"Where we take all the other You-Know-Who supporters: straight to Azkaban, idiot." The man snapped. Sirius was taken aback by the man's rudeness. How dare he treat Sirius like some common criminal.

But then it hit him.

He was a common criminal.

To the entire world, at least. To the entire world, he, Sirius Black, was the man who killed Lily and James Potter. He was the man who just blew up Peter and 12 other muggles in the London streets. No one in the entire world would believe his story. Except…

"I need to speak to Albus Dumbledore. Can he meet us at Azkaban?" Sirius asked the man frantically, straining against his binds.

"Uh—no." The man replied, noticing Sirius's struggling. He seemed to take this as a violent gesture, and he accelerated the car.

"Great." Sirius mumbled. This was just what he needed. No one to defend him—no one who would care if the dementors sucked out his soul right on the spot.

After a while, the car stopped behind a tall building. The man pulled his wand out of his pocket, and tapped the dashboard, muttering some spell that Sirius didn't catch. At once, ten men came out of the backdoor of the building, and came running over to the small car. Some of them surrounded the car with all wands pointed at Sirius, while others came to escort him out of the car and into the ram-shackle building. Sirius couldn't help but laugh again. This whole situation was utterly ridiculous.

But yet again, Sirius laughter was mistaken for madness, and the men looked at each other nervously, as they yanked him bodily from the car and through the backdoor.

Inside, Sirius immediately felt the cold. The walls were made of stone, and everything looked old and dirty. There were some empty cells along the walls, but the men walked Sirius past them and up a staircase.

"This isn't Azkaban." Sirius observed.

"It's a holding cell. Until we can get you transportation." A man answered. At the top of the staircase, there was yet another cell—though this one had another woman in it. "Get in."

Sirius was shoved into the cell, and the bars were slammed shut. The key scraping the lock was almost deafening to Sirius. Seven men stood outside the cell, with their backs turned to Sirius and the other woman. Sirius backed away from the cell door, and towards the tightly barred window. He looked out and down at the grimy London streets pensively. How did this happen?

"What you in for?" The woman asked Sirius gruffly. Her voice was so low, Sirius almost wondered if the woman was really a man, but her tattered and revealing dress that left nothing to the imagination cleared away that thought quickly. Sirius didn't want to answer her. There was no doubt that she was here for something she actually did.

"I said, what you in for?" The woman repeated. Sirius could feel her eyes boring into his back, and he finally turned to answer.

"I was framed." He said shortly.

"Me too."

"Really?!"

"No." She laughed harshly.

"Of course you weren't." Sirius muttered, embarrassed by his stupidity. He turned back to the window, and banged his head against the bars. It hurt, but Sirius had to convince himself that he wasn't having some horrible nightmare.

"Aw, I was just kiddin'—Been mighty lonely up here all by meself." The woman said slowly. Sirius still didn't look at her.

"I'm sure you've had enough nights of… company that you don't know what real loneliness is." Sirius said hollowly.

"What's that supposed to mean? Are you calling me a slut?" The woman shrieked.

"Could be." Sirius smiled spitefully, turning to look back out the window.

"Ass hole."

"Thanks."

"It wasn't supposed to be a compliment." She snapped acrimoniously.

"I know." Sirius replied softly. "But it's the nicest thing I've heard anyone call me in a while."