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Siriusly Bored by Sirius Black
I lost my freedom, I lost my friends and I lost my faith in the human race.
I sat on the floor of the cell hearing the screams and delirious dreams of the murderers that surrounded me. Sometimes I heard screams about how Peter had betrayed Voldemort – that was nothing, nothing to how he betrayed his friends. I sometimes wondered whether he'd ever really been our friend.
I had all my memories – the good and the bad – but that was all. Nothing new happened. Nothing new ever happened. I tried to reminisce over the good times, but how could I? Peter marred so many of them. Thousands of Hogwarts memories, pranks, balls, lessons, quidditch matches, just general arsing around - thousands of otherwise happy memories were spoilt by his presence.
I sometimes wondered when he'd turned to the dark side. When had Voldemort approached him? When had he decided that his life was more important than someone else's? When had he decided to betray his friends?
I didn't try to understand him; I knew there was no way I'd ever be able to. There was nothing to do except stare at the wall.
What would've been the point of doing anything anyway? The same monotonous routine, the same creatures trying to drag your happiness away – all the days merged into one long hard slog just to stay alive. It felt like I was living an endless nightmare.
Don't get me wrong – I knew that it wasn't my fault; I knew that I was innocent, but I had nothing to be happy about. They couldn't take away any happiness if I didn't have it in the first place. There was nothing to do except listen, listen to the echoing emptiness of my dull heartbeat.
I thought I was stuck in there forever – nothing meant anything anymore.
How was that? I've got ideas for at least a couple more. Please R&R (even if it is rubbish!) . Thanks to Vicc The Blackwolf, child-of-scorpio, Danz, karen and acebrill for the reviews of Siriusly Mad!
Tanya