Ok, so I am so so so so sorry about how long this took, I've had a lot of work, I had an eight page history paper to write, and in my own opinion, it turned out great! Well, anyway I was so stressed from all the writing I gave myself a break to let my fingers heal from all they typing, they are better now and the story will go on! Well, what with MacDarring leaving and all Sirius is gonna be kinda down but the good news is something great happens for him next chapter! I'm still thinking about how to get Remus in and stay Cannon so don't worry and hmmm... So anyway, please enjoy and all that good stuff. :)

Sirius was at a loss when he was told he had a visitor. Even more so when that visitor turned out to be MacDarrin. The man was looking thinner than he had the first time Sirius had met him but he was happy. "I convinced them to let me stop by." He said, looking around Sirius's cell. Sirius sat up. "How'd the trail go?" He asked.

MacDarrin smiled. "Great. I'm being released." He sounded beyond happy and his eyes light up with more joy than Sirius had ever seen in them. "I wanted to stop by and tell you that I'll do my best from he outside for you."

It was Sirius's turn to smile but he did so more cynically than MacDarrin had. "I'd appreciate that." He glanced up at the man in gray who was standing in the doorway watching them. "I really would." He knew his words grated on that wicked man.

MacDarrin nodded. "And I wanted to tell you that I really do believe you're innocent. I really do." He looked at the floor. "Thanks for talking to me when I got here. If you hadn't, I probably would have gone mad by now." He paused. "Thank you"

Sirius grunted. "It's fine." depression was hitting him like a rocket. He felt truly sorry to see his only friend in he whole of Azkaban leave, even if that friend was going to go home and live a better life. And then he felt bad for thinking only of himself. He sighed and tried to smile. "Gee, I guess I should thank you too."

The man in gray cleared his throat and Sirius cast him an annoyed look. MacDarrin stepped forward with an outstretched hand. "Thank you, Sirius Black. At least now you know that once person in the world thinks you're innocent. I have a daughter and she'll know too."

Sirius smiled again. "Thank you." He didn't believe it would make much of a difference but the thought was nice. They finally shook hands and after a moment parted. MacDarrin stopped before laving. "I'll write. I'll tell you what's going on outside. I know how keen you always are on news." And then the door was shut and he was alone again, even more alone than before. He sighed and strared out the window at the ocean or sea or whatever it was.

It only took two days for a letter to come from MacDarrin.

"Dear Sirius, I promised I'd write and I know how important writing can be so I did it as quickly as I could. I don't know if you'd find it very interesting but I'm home now. My wife was beyond words when I told her about you and I hope it makes you happy to know that she now believes in your innocence and so does my daughter. An interesting note, when I was at the ministry to pick up my wand I ran into an uncle of yours. He said his name was Alphard Black and I knew he must have been related to you, your family had a very strong resemblance. Anyway, he was there trying to get your wand. When I spoke to him and told him I was going to write to you, he told me to tell you that he got your wand and it was in safekeeping in his Gringotts vault. I hope that makes you feel better, you seemed very bitter about not knowing what happened to it. He also said to tell you that he's attempting a visit in the near future and you should keep your spirits up, I think that's good advice, especially considering what an awful place you're in. I'll write again when I can so until then, goodbye, Sincerely D. MacDarrin."

Sirius folded up the letter and sighed. He put it with the other two, leaving his mother's on the bottom. He was glad MacDarrn's wife believed him and it was rather funny he'd met his uncle. He sat back and tried to think about why his uncle would even bother retrieving his wand it wasn't like there was any real hope of getting him out and his uncle was certainly not an optimist. He supposed it was a matter of family pride to his uncle, even if his mother refused to recognize him as part of the family.

An hour passed by and he drifted to sleep a hollow sort of sleep, comforted only by the thought that more people knew he was innocent and his uncle still cared.

The next year was a dull and empty one. Sirius felt more alone than he had when he first arrived and it was in that year he received a letter from his uncle telling him his mother had passed.

"Dear Sirius, I am sorry to inform you that your mother and my dear sister has passed. She died two days ago in Grimmuald Place. I suppose she died peacefully. Kreature found her and informed the rest of the family. He was beside himself and he's been left to look after the house until some member of the family moves in. It's rightfully yours now so I don't know what will happen to it, that's up to you. It is a pity though that it will be left empty. Your mother will be buried in the family plot. I know your relationship was strained but I hope in death you can see fit to forgive her, she was your mother after all. Sincerely, Alphard Black."

Sirius folded the letter and lay back on his bed, thinking. He did not know what to feel. He did not feel particularly sad at his mother's passing. More angry really, at his uncle asking him to forgive her. Did her death suddenly make her less of a horrible person? He did not see how dying change who she was. She had been absolutely wretched in life. Horrid to him and to his friends. He would not forgive her, he couldn't and although he wasn't wicked himself enough to be glad for someone's death he came close.

He lay. Feeling bitter. The man in gray had delivered it to him with out expression, not giving him any hint of what the letter contained, though he was sure the man knew what it said, he read all of his mail. He was angry at himself too, for not knowing what to feel and even more for not feeling anything. He sighed and frowned, feeling himself sink again.

He wondered vaguely if he was not in prison would he have gone to his mother's funeral. He doubted it. He had nothing to say to her and if he went, he would have to face the rest of the family and of their disparaging comments and looks. He tried to put it from mind and went to sleep but he had troubled dreams. Dreams of his mother yelling and dreams of the other members of his family as they sided with her. The last and worst years he'd had, living with them and then they always cut off right before he ran away to James's house and he had to start the dreams all over again.

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