Snap.

No! Sirius's heart broke with the sound.

He was done. He was no longer a wizard. No longer a part of any society. He could never exist as a cast-out, a faux Muggle. He was on his own now.

"Azkaban."

The sentence was handed down from the Wizengamot, but it wasn't the worst thing that had come from it. Azkaban would be a cake walk, if it weren't for everything else.

He had been Secret Keeper.

He had told James to switch to Peter.

It was his fault James and Lily were dead.

He had let Peter kill all those Muggles.

He hadn't avenged James and Lily.

He hadn't fulfilled his role as Harry's godfather.

And now he wasn't a wizard.

His life had completely come unraveled. And now his wand was lying on the podium in pieces.

For the first time in years, Sirius Black hung his head and cried.