A/N: Harry Potter is the work of J.K. Rowling. I own nothing, I simply just like to play with some of the beautiful characters she wrote.
A/N: This is one of my first fanfictions I'm ever posting. I've read many and I've wrote some, but I have never posted before.
Azkaban was a place unlike any other. The very grounds were filled with a feeling of hopelessness. Prisoners cried out and screamed, they pleaded their innocence and shook at the bars of their cells. Eventually though, they would go quiet, everyone eventually went quiet in Azkaban. The first few weeks, maybe months for those stronger willed, were loud and filled with protests and declarations. Those who had been there for longer however, knew that it was futile, hope in a place like Azkaban was futile. The dementors roamed and their icy presence sucked away everything good in their path, leaving only sadness and despair. Eventually everyone went quiet in Azkaban, and after the quietness came the madness.
It wasn't hard to lose your mind in the prison. In fact, after the dementors it was quite easy. However, one prisoner wouldn't be broken down that easy. He was a well behaved prisoner. He never abused the guards or caused a ruckus. He didn't spew blood purity and rave about You Know Who. No he was everything that you wouldn't expect from a Black. Sure he seemed a bit mad but most everyone was in that place.
He was quiet and resigned, most the time he would even engage in a conversation or two when the Minister made his rounds, and today was no different. The Minister walked and chatted to the guards and stopped outside the cell of Sirius Black.
"Evenin Minister." Growled out Sirius. His voice sounded similar to two rocks grinding together from misuse. "Anything good?" He added, tilting his head to the Daily Prophet in his hand.
Fudge tossed the paper through the bars and shrugged. "You can read it for yourself I suppose. I'll grab it on my way out."
Sirius didn't acknowledge the Minister, all he could do was stare at the front page of the paper. It wasn't the headline or the Weasley family who caught his attention. No, it was the fat and patchy mouse who was gripped in a boys hands. A rat who was missing a toe. The Marauders had been around each other frequently in the Animagus forms so Sirius knew immediately who the rat was. He knew that Peter betrayed the Potters and when he confronted him about it all those years ago he had blown up 12 muggles and all that they could find left of Peter was a finger. Of course they had blamed that on Sirius as well. It suddenly all made sense.
Sirius knew he was innocent. He held onto that fact everyday. It wasn't exactly a happy memory so the dementors couldn't take it away. After all, while he was innocent, his friends had still been killed. He had always taken his Azkaban sentence rather quietly, everyone thought he was a murderer and he had no proof to the contrary. At first he had tried to explain to anyone who walked by, but he had been tossed into Azkaban like yesterday's rubbish with no trial. No one would listen and even if they did, no one would believe him. They had changed secret keepers without telling anyone and it had been the perfect betrayal on Peter's part. However, he always though Peter was dead so his sense of revenge had been dampened.
Now, seeing that disgusting traitor posing as a family pet with a boy who was definitely Hogwarts age, well his need to make Pettigrew pay had returned in full force.
The rat would be at Hogwarts soon and Sirius couldn't allow that cowardly traitor to get away with his crimes for another moment longer. He couldn't, he wouldn't, allow him in the same castle as his godson either, not when he was the reason James and Lily were gone and he was locked up here.
He was going to be at Hogwarts and somehow, Sirius was going to get out of here and kill the bastard once and for all. Peter Pettigrew was going to pay and Sirius was going to be the one to make him do it.
Now all that he needed was a plan, and one was already forming in his mind. He began to laugh, It was strained and wheezing. The guards looked at him with a mixture of fear and disgust. He sounded absolutely mad, and Sirius knew that while he was a bit, he was sane enough to pull this off.