Hostis Humani Generis
by: TeenageFaery

Disclaimer: I don't own any characters, creatures,
places, or objects. They all belong to J.K. Rowling.

Author's Note: 'Hostis Humani Generis' means 'Enemy
of the Human Race' in Latin.

Genre: angst

Description: Sirius pre-, during, and post- Azkaban.

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Pre-Azkaban Sirius:
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I can't believe what just happened. The inevitable...
My best friends are dead. Just dead. Not ghosts. No
winged angels to greet me. Just door nail dead. And
it's my fault. I underestimated Peter, the bastard...
I'll kill him.

My god-son... Dear Harry. Both parents, dead. He's all
alone. Hagrid just took him away from me. And I'm alone,
sitting in the ruins of my best friend's house. So
desperately alone. It's so cold. I wonder what will
happen to me. No one knows about Peter...

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During Azkaban Sirius:
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It's cold again. Like the night at Godric's Hollow.
Unnaturally cold. Scary. But the Dementors are the worst
part. Faceless. Nameless. Souless. That's what makes it
the worst. They have no soul at all.

I need a way out. I'm gonna go crazy. But I know I
didn't do it. I know that I don't belong here. That's the
only thing that keeps me alive. Knowing I'm innocent.

And Harry is alive, out there.

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Post-Azkaban Sirius:
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I'm free. Well, not really free. I'm still on the run. I
can never really be free until I'm cleared. And that may
never happen. But I'm going to find Harry. I'm going to
tell him the truth. He won't and can't hate me forever.