Azkaban's Prisoner
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these. J.K. Rowling is fully responsible for the creation of these brilliant characters.
AN: Sorry, this is my first fanfic to get published, the rest I wrote were all destroyed when my computer was re-booted. Please read and review, I love feedback, whether its good or bad. Just be truthful. Ta!
Time takes so much from me. Every hour I'm left in here, I get older, lonelier and even more disturbed. I try so hard to block it all out but it never seems to work. The Dementors are like my personal tormentors. They make you re-live the worst, most horrific parts of your life or they make you think of terrible frightening things. For me, this is especially painful because my life has been full of losses and painful memories.
On an island, far away from mainland England a man sits in his cell. He rests his head in his hands, trying to stop the pain but he knows it can never work that way. If that were all it took to block out the Dementors, Sirius Black would have nothing to worry about it.
Memories flood back to him. Sirius lets out a long, low moan. This is worse than any kind of pain that you could imagine. For the rest of his life, he will be made to remember the worst time of his life. No-one trusted him. Even his friends were against him. For so long, they had all been best friends. Then suddenly, the whole world turned on him. Now he was stuck in a cell. The only people who truly knew that Sirius was innocent were dead or presumed dead.
Shivering, Sirius looks faintly out of his tiny window in the corner of his cell and stares at the moon. The full moon. Remus, his best friend since he had started at Hogwarts still thought he was a mass murderer. That was one of the worst parts of it. Remus sill thought it was Sirius who had betrayed Lily and James and ruined all of their lives. Right now, Remus would be going through his monthly ordeal. He would be shrieking in pain as his skin was basically torn apart and a new figure emerged from it. A werewolf.
A Dementor walks past his cell and Sirius turns his gaze from the window and looks towards the Dementor. The pain is unbearable and he screams, partly out of partial insanity but mainly from the pain of being made to re-live the moment when he turned up outside the Potter's home, only to find out he was too late. The only survivor was Harry, little Harry who would grow up not knowing his parents. Next the Dementor brought back the memory of confronting Wormtail. That was when it really dawned on Sirius that it was his fault. It was him who had convinced James to change his secret keeper to Wormtail, only days before. He thought it would be for the best. He thought it would save the Potters from harm. But he was wrong. They were dead. Gone. And it was all his fault.
I can't stay here any longer. I want insanity to creep over me, taking me from my pained state of mind. I want to die. But I can't. I know the only real answer is to escape and set things right. I need them to know. I need Remus to know. I need Harry to know. I have to make things right…