Chapter 1: I don't know him!
Sirius Black was angry. Correction, he was very angry. Angry, bored and frustrated; never a good combination when it comes to the animagus. He couldn't understand why it had to be this way, him hiding in this terrible prison. Harry, so far away, at school. At school. He remembered his days, when everything was so simple, he was happy. But that was ruined; by the piece of filth he had once called his friend.
As he thought of Harry, he felt a pang of many emotions. Crawling through his heart and soul, like a poisonous spider, attacking him, numbing his limbs and freezing his breath. He tried to make it out, it was sadness, longing, and was that regret?
He tried to remember Harry's laugh, but found he couldn't ever remember hearing it. And with a pang of pain, that almost made him cry, he realized….
"I don't know him!"