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A/N: Sorry it took so long to get this up. I had trouble trying to figure out where to go with this story. I've decided to do it from various characters points of view. Its mostly going to be just there thoughts and feelings. I also had trouble trying to get this chapter even close to the feel I wanted it to be. I rewrote it quite a few times. I hope ya'll like it. Oh, and thanks to those of you who reviewed.
Chapter 2 Sirius
He was going to go to hell when he died. If, by some miracle, he managed to charm his way out of it, Merlin knows he was going to spend eternity in torment anyway. James and Lily were going to make sure of that. Sirius had messed up too many times for them not to. He'd convinced them to use the rat. He'd gone after said rat instead of taking in their son like he was supposed to; landing him in jail and Harry with the Dursleys. When he'd escaped, he hadn't been able to be there for Harry like he should have been. Merlin, he just left the kid after he'd watched one of his classmates die and the Dark Lord be resurrected. But this last time; this last time was the biggest mess up he could do.
Sirius choked on the firewhiskey he was drinking. What had he been thinking? How could he have betrayed Harry like that? He knew his godson wasn't a killer. Harry was every bit the Gryffindor hero. There was no way he would do something like that, especially not to those two. They had been inseparable, "the Golden Trio." Even all the way back in their third year when all he could do was watch from afar, he could tell that Ron and Hermione were like Harry's lifelines. So why had he believed so wholeheartedly in Harry's guilt of killing them?
There was no singular answer for that question. At first, he hadn't believed that his godson had done it. Not Harry, whom Sirius had seen as perfection when he'd first been born. Not Harry, who had grown up to be everything a Gryffindor should be, albeit a bit angry (and rightfully so). But then, Sirius had been surrounded by people who believed in Harry's guilt. The more time went by, the more their arguments seemed to make sense. Harry did have some anger issues. He was known to get those two nearly killed every year. He did speak parseltongue. Harry had a mental connection to Voldemort. He didn't even defend himself at his trial; never said he hadn't done it (at least, that's what he had been told. Sirius couldn't actually go, being on the run and all). The final thing, though, was the fact that Remus and Albus believed in his guilt.
Sirius was ashamed. He had given up on his godson so quickly. In a way, he could blame the rat. It was his betrayal that made it easier to believe that Harry could betray his best friends. So for six years, Harry had become a taboo subject amongst everyone. They all did their best to forget he even existed most of the time. The only time Sirius brought him up was when he was drunk, and then it was to say such horrible things about him. Merlin, he knew it was possible to seem guilty but really be innocent. He knew how dementors affected Harry.
Ginny interrupted his thoughts as she moved across the room to floo out, pointedly ignoring him. Sirius just sighed as he set his glass down and started to head upstairs to Harry's room. She had been that way ever since Harry's innocence had been proven. While Sirius had been numb and still processing the information, Ginny had turned to all of them and said I told you so in such a sad voice. She hadn't spoken a word to anyone since. In fact, it had become and unspoken rule in the week following Harry's return that if she was in the room with him, no one else was allowed in.
Once Sirius had come out of his daze of disbelief, he'd been the first to jump at the chance to return to the one place he'd hoped to never see again in order to rescue Harry from that hellhole. He could seeing as the rat had been captured three years before and he had been officially pardoned. The others that went were Albus, Remus, and Mr. Weasley. They had hoped that some familiar faces would be good for him, no matter how much he might be angry at them. Even with Sirius' experience in the place, nothing could have prepared them for what they found.
Sirius sighed as he reached Harry's open door. They had been so hopeful that Harry would have been able to keep his sanity by remembering he was innocent as Sirius had done. What they had found was similar to what Sirius was seeing now. His once bright, now dull green eyes were staring unblinkingly ahead while the his body remained unmoving. The only difference between now and then was the lack of dirt and the overall bettering health thanks to constant care.
Before his guilt could overwhelm him at seeing Harry in the condition, Sirius entered the room. He wasn't going to waste his time with Harry. They were all hoping that by letting him know they were there, they could draw him out. As he sat down to begin where he left off in what he had dubbed "The Marauder Tales," he thought again of how James and Lily were going to treat him next time he saw them. He that when it happened, he wasn't going to do a thing to defend himself. He deserved whatever they decided to give.