Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Not even the actual books. Our copies belong to my family as a whole, not me.
Days 730- 3,528 The next nine years dragged by. Everyday seemed a week and every week a year. In truth, Sirius had lost track of the time he'd been there. He could not tell the season, for it was always cold, damp, and dark. He could not tell the time of day for he never saw the sun. He could not tell the year, at least until that one day. That one day he saw a copy of the Daily Prophet, plastered with salt water to the stones outside his cell. It looked rather pathetic lying there. Half of it had blown away in the cold, howling wind, and the words were so blurred he could hardly read them. Despite its faults, the paper was a piece of the outside world, and Sirius couldn't help but treasure the preciousness of such a symbolic object. And then, moment before the piercing wind stole this piece of the world from him, Sirius gleaned from it the information he'd wanted for years. Printed clearly at the top of the page were just ten characters: July 31, 1991.
For a moment, Sirius simply celebrated the fact that he knew the finally had a tiny grip on reality; he finally knew all the fact he'd lost: his age, the time he'd spent locked up, even the smallest fraction of an idea of what was going on outside this hell. But he only rejoiced a moment, before the date sank in. July 31st in 1991. Eleven years ago exactly he had been called to St. Mungo's, where his best friend had approached him, with a grin nearly splitting his face in half, and presented Sirius with his godson. Ten years ago exactly, he had sent a package to Godric's Hollow, and received a letter in return, along with a picture of his godson. Nine years ago exactly, he sat in the same dark cell he was sitting now, his best friends gone for almost a year and his godson far more than just an owl away.
A/N: So since I published this story 50 people read it. I was extremely happy about that because that is far more people reading something I wrote than ever before. So thank you if you read this before, you made me happy. However, out of 50 people, only one reviewed. BRIEF SHOUTOUT TO "WHATEVER" TO REVIEWING! Anyways, one out of 50 was not exactly gratifying. I will not judge because I'm sure you all had your reasons (even if they were pathetic reasons) but please, please, take the time out of your busy schedules to write a short review. It means a lot to me. Thanks!