A/N: Sorry it's been a while but I'm trying to work on all my stories right now so be prepared for a WHOLE lot of posts coming from ALL my fan fictions!
Disclaimer: This is MY depiction of Sirius' time in Azkaban from the brilliant workings of J.K.R!
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March 4th or 5th 1983
The days are still looking bleak. I'm finding it difficult to keep count. No more coal… I haven't been able to mark down the days that pass on the wall for the last two weeks. Time is so precious. There is so much of it, yet so little at the same time. Time is one thing I've learned not to take for granted anymore. My, has it really been 17 months? I've stopped hearing the ranting of the others prisoners. It seems that they've finally given up on their great Lord coming to free them or they're lying there like lifeless corpses after Dementor visits. It's finally gotten a bit warmer. I wonder what's it's like to leave the wretched place? I feel like I've lived here my entire life. I turn my head to see a few Death Eaters on my right. Next to them is the hallway that leads to the inner gates and the left stonewall has a spider web in the top corner. I wonder if the spiders ever catch any flies. They look as thin as I. I wish I could smell and taste liberty again. They should catch him by now… and when they do, he'll cry like a pathetic infant! He'll tell them he was the one to betray the Potters! He'll tell them that they were the ones who truly committed a crime in locking me up here. Pettigrew is weak. He'll cave in.
~Sirius~
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Written by: Burning Artist
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June, 1983
I am beginning to feel as though he may never be seen... Even Peter isn't
stupid enough to be spotted; it would raise too many questions, when everyone
thinks him dead. But, where is he hiding? Living with the rats I presume,
feeding off waste, refuge, filth and slime, feeding off the very things that he
is? But, Peter is weak, he is an insolent fool...how long will he be able to
remain with them, before even the vermin realize that he is not what he
appears...he will not last long with them, he craves praise to much...he will
be found, someday, and he will pay dearly in the end.
How like the Siren's life can be, luring you towards her, giving you thoughts
of happiness, and then trapping you in horror once more. It teases at you like
a breeze on a hot summer day, taunting you with hope only to go still once
more. The irony of my "crime" will haunt me even longer than the dementor's. What I thought was an intelligent decision,
what I thought was an unbreakable and infallible plan turned into a nightmare
of unimaginable proportion... When will this wrong be righted? When will I see
light, for all that is here is dark....
~Sirius~
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Written by: LinzyBrook
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July 31 1983
Can it truly be? Has another year passed by so quickly? Today a ministry man came by saying that it was a famous boy's birthday today. That he was one of the most important wizards to come in our age and when he uttered that name I was happy. To be happy feels like a distant memory… Harry you have become famous! You have become loved and you are still living out your life. 3 years old… had it truly been that long ago since I left your gaze? I'm loosing all sense of time. I want to be out of here. I want to see my little boy, I promised to God I'd take care of him when the worst had turned… and it had. But I cannot fulfill my promise to you until I am released. I want to see Harry grow. I want to be there. I missed his first step, his first words… and he doesn't know I exist or worse, maybe he does and hates me for it.
~Sirius~
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Written by: Burning Artist
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September, 1983
The weather is dismal these days. I can hear the rain pummeling the roof tops,
and the wind shaking the walls of this underworld. Inside, however, it is as if
there is no current. The air is so still and thick, as if no one is breathing
to move it, or as if a giant void is sucking in everything within the confines
of these walls. Sometimes I think that this place does not exist, that it is a
mind trap where nothing is as it seems, as if we are being held within our own
beings, unable to break through the powers controlling us from outside. I hear
no sounds but muffled silence, as though I am underwater, I know that there is
noise around me, but...the dull pounding of my only crystal clear thought is
the only sound ringing throughout my being.
I am innocent...
~Sirius~
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Written by: LinzyBrook
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A/N: I've decides to put up the chapters in this way! It will be a lot simpler for people to read plus it separates the posts in Years isn't stead of days. I hope you like anyways.