A/N: Okay… well, here's some more stuff anyways. I'm just warning people that I have LOADS to renovate to this story but I'm putting up what I have anyways cause I wanna. There might be some new updates after 1990 in the older sections just to let you know! Now… on with the show!!
Disclaimer: Sirius Black and everything that involves him is Joanne Rowling's. I'm just having fun here.
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May 7th, 1987
The Ministry of Magic had just sent someone to check up on me. I think he was far more disturbed by the fact that I wasn't broken then by the Dementors. I have been here for nearly 7 years? I asked the Minister Official for the day, finally a day to put along side this entry. It was refreshing to add a number although it was still the one that sealed my doom; Seven. And they say that number is lucky? What irony! That which is luck to one man is truly misfortune to another! Oh how I hate that number!
I wonder if they know. I wonder if they realize at the ministry that I am innocent. I wonder if they are hiding the information to save face… for I had been none but loyal to our side. Filthy turncoats! They had put so much faith in me and then, see how easily they cast me away! I wonder if Peter has been killed…Serves him well…
~Sirius~
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Written by: Burning Artist
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June 20th, 1987
I have been trying to tally the days since I found out the length of my misery.
I know not how accurate I am, but it helps me to keep some kind of clarity. The
cheeky scratches on one bar, marking my time spent in hell.
Time has become an evil concept to me for it knows no boundaries, no depths,
and it bares no shame. It leaves me alone in this struggle for my sanity that
is slowly prodding and poking me into closer states of deliriousness and
uncertainty. I think of Harry and it helps to ease my mind but apart from those
brief moments I sit alone and feel as though the world has stopped moving
around me. The air is too still for time to be going on in this place.
I believe that the Ministry has no intent to find out any truth. They must be happy
to be able to say that they have one of the dark mage's 'loyal supporters': the
evil, treacherous Sirius Black, safe behind Azkaban's
bars. They care not that I am innocent. They only care that my capture and
containment makes them look good to the public. It makes it look as though the
Ministry is in control. Little do they know, the real evil is still out there,
still at large, simply bidding his time until....
My only hope for survival and escape from this pit is Pettigrew's slip-up... he
is stupid, he will make a mistake and then, then I will be free.....
~Sirius~
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Written by: LinzyBrook
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November 26th, 1987
I feel a dismal regret growing inside me as a search with gripping stares to find a patch of sky. I feel the cold seeping through the stone and can only imagine the contrast of white to this gray atmosphere. I miss looking at the heavens. I miss feeling the cool breeze on my face… And that night, a dream led to more memories of my dearest friend.
He and I sat on a hilltop overlooking Godrick's hollow. He stared at me and said: "This is where we will stay. It's the safest place to be until my son is born. How I hate brining him into the world at such dangerous times…" Dangerous times they were, yet here has remained a peaceful memory of a dangerous time. It was there that we sat like the world had suddenly stopped turning, like the danger had become non-existent and us kings of the world, commanding all evils to stop at our will. When I woke… I found the evils were now all around me and fellow noble gone along with the overpowering rule he had to keep everyone collected and calm. If there was one thing my mind can't forget… it the way James Potter made everyone feel in his presence: assured, secure and willing to give his all for him.
~Sirius~
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Written by: Burning Artist
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A/N: Hello? Hello? I'm alive but I'm very badly burned… Anyone? It's lonely in the evil lair's pit.