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Summary: He often wondered what would happen if he was out of that damn place.

He sat there in his cell, looking out through the bars at the passing Dementors. A chill was sent down his spine as they passed, making him feel cold.

Sirius Black was no longer a young boy nor was he as handsome as he had been in his school days, the days of the Marauders. His black hair had grown long and shaggy and his teeth had a faint yellow tint.

He went farther into his cell and sat down on the rickety metal bed.

He had been accused of something he had not done. Unfortunately for him, there was no proof saying he had or had not committed the terrible crime.

His argument? Why would he kill his two best friends!

However, without the person who did do it, there was no hope of getting him out of the place. Alive anyway.

So, he was stuck in his cell in Azkaban prison. Stuck watching the horrid Dementors pass by with other, less severe criminals.

He often wondered what would happen if he was out of that damn place. Would his life be different? Could the criminal be caught? Would he have Harry? IS Harry safe now at the horrid household of Lily's muggle sister and her husband?

One name, one word rang through his head when these questions reached him.

Peter.

Peter had done it. Why? To feel important. For money. Sirius didn't know the exact reason. All he knew was that Peter was out there, alive and free, hopefully living with the guilt.

Sirius promised himself that, one day, when he was out of the place, he would hunt Peter down and kill him. Make him pay. He hoped Peter felt the guilt of killing his friends.

At that moment, hope came along in the form of the new Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge.

Fudge was holding the latest edition of the Daily Prophet. On the cover was a family of nine.

"Can I have you're paper?" Sirius asked, his voice raspy from lack of use.

"Sure." Fudge replied skeptically, stuffing the paper through the bars.

"I miss reading the comics." Sirius added.

Fudge shrugged at him and walked away.

Sirius read the article through once.

Mr. Arthur Weasly won the thousand dollar galleon prize draw from the Daily Prophet. When asked what they were using the money on, Mr. Weasly told the Prophet, "We will be using the money to visit our oldest son, Bill, in Egypt." They will return in time for the new school year at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardy, which five of the Weasly children currently attend.

Sirius looked at the, seemingly, youngest boy standing by the girl in the family. On his shoulder was a rat.

"Of course." Sirius muttered to himself as he stuffed the clipping the pocket of his jumper.

Later that night, he transformed into a bear-like black dog and, when the dementors came to deliver his dinner, slipped out through the bars. He was skinny enough, thanks to his lack of food.

He trotted down to the shore of the island which housed Azkaban prison and jumped into the icy water.

He was free at last. And, he would find Peter.