Innocence, a strange concept. I am innocent and I am in prison.
I got my best friend killed, but I am innocent. I was not the traitor, but it is my fault that he is dead.
That he and Lily where murdered, and that little Harry is an orphan.
It is all my fault, but I am innocent.
I am innocent.
The words are hollow and without meaning.
But… I cannot forget them. They echo in my head, and I feel like screaming but I don't.
Because I am innocent. Instead I change and become Padfoot.
But even as Padfoot I am not free. Because as Padfoot I was never alone,
There was always Moony and Wormtail and Prongs.
We where young and happy, so I forget, for it is impossible to be happy here.
So instead of remembering the good times I remember the night at Godric's Hollow,
And I se James and Lily, and hear little Harry crying, and remembering, I want to cry,
But I cannot, I have no more tears left.
And then Peter is shouting and the world is exploding,
And I am laughing, laughing, but it isn't funny, it really isn't, but still it is.
Peter outsmarted me. Poor, little, dim-witted Peter.
The traitor. The murderer.
It is my fault Lilly and James are dead, but I am not a murderer.
I have not, and will not aid Voldemort.
I have never, and will never betray my friends.
My name is Sirius Black. I am a convicted murderer.
I am in Azkaban prison.
I am innocent.