The brightest star in the sky
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Summary: 100 words drabble. Sirius' thoughts whilst in Azkaban, just a spear of the moment kind-of thing.
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I am Sirius Black. I am Sirius Black. I'm thirtyone years old and I am Sirius Black. I have to keep reminding myself, for it is so easy to forget in this dark, dreary cell. I feel like a wrack of what I used to be; trying hard not to drown in all these memories scouring down on me. I wonder if my try is in vain but somehow I don't think so. One day I'll get out of here. I ll get through this no matter what. I wasn't named after the brightest shining star in the sky for nothing. I will survive, because I'm Sirius Black.
