Inside Azkaban

For the purpose of dialogue in this fan fiction I have added in a few wizard guards. I understand that these may not have existed because all the guards were dementors but dementors do not speak, which made created a story line more difficult. I also suggest that Padfoot anticipates his escape, I don't know how technically accurate that is. I just presume that Black always plans towards his escape - because planning towards an eternity in Azkaban is much more grim.
This is a short Preface, Don't be put off. This story is a long one.
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Inside Azkaban I came to terms with a few things. I was wrongly accused, but I couldn't prove it. My best friend was dead, and it was Pettigrew's fault. I had always thought that Peter looked up to me, I thought that he could be trusted, but obviously we were wrong. Peter was nothing more than a coward, who liked to hide behind people; he hid behind me when we tormented Severus like he hid behind Voldemort all those years after the Potter's death.

At first I felt angry, I wanted to kill Peter - that part of the anger never went away. But part of me, after many years inside Azkaban felt pity for him, he was so weak. He sold his close friends, a fellow marauder, to Lord Voldemort. The same Dark Lord we had been fighting off for years! He was a coward and an idiot. I can't believe we hadn't seen that before. That I hadn't seen that before.

I wanted to avenge Lily and James, which was why I hunted down Peter. It was foolish and I went without any real plan - which was obviously looking back not very wise, but I was blinded with hate and anger. I wanted to kill him, like he had gotten my best friend killed. I wanted to torment him. I wanted to see his body against the cold, hard floor. Inside Azkaban those feeling never went away either. I had to kill Pettigrew, for the sake of James. I dreamt of escaping and creeping up on him in the night. I would use my animagus form and then change so he could see the anger of his betrayal in my eyes.

I had adored my time at Hogwarts with James. We were popular with the teachers and the girls, it was my honour to be placed in the Gryffindor house, it angered my parents and I loved to torment them. They were so different to me and I knew it, at home I even placed pictures of muggle girls on motorcycles on my walls, it was wild and their reactions were priceless. I was always a practical joker, back in the day when everything was harmless.

We were arrogant little berks and I wasn't proud looking back at the way we treated Severus. It was cruel but we were bored. We physically bullied him for our own amusement. I even tried to kill him once, which was a bit harsh. James saved him and I guess that just shows what James was like. I think if the roles were reversed James might have shown some forgiveness towards Pettigrew, after all his only fault was his cowardice.

I missed James. He was like my brother. He took me in when I fled from my parents. He made me Godfather of the famous Harry Potter. He defended me, he was my partner in crime. I would have died for him. I would have died long before giving him up to the dark lord. I guess that was why I hated Pettigrew so deeply. I would have died for Peter back in Hogwarts, we all would have - to protect our honour. Those days in Azkaban were the longest of my life. I knew Harry was alone, I knew Peter was running free. I knew I was innocent. I also knew that nobody had successfully escaped from Azkaban before and that everybody on the outside feared me. They thought I was a death eater, a muggle butcher and a traitor to James and Lily Potter.