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Siriusly Empty by Sirius Black
They left a huge gap. It's horrible when someone close to you dies – they leave a huge gap that can't be filled again. They take a bit of you with them.
Being locked up made it a whole lot worse. Sometimes you want to be alone when you're grieving for someone, but sometimes you just need someone there so you know that you're not alone.
I was alone.
I was stuck in a cell for the rest of my life. Nobody knew the truth; nobody had ever given me the chance to tell them the truth. I had no comfort.
I wasn't worried about myself – if I couldn't get out of there, then I wasn't afraid to die. Anything would've been better than a lifetime stuck in that place. Every day there seemed like a lifetime.
I was pissed off at being there, but my grief halted my other emotions. I spaced out for ages, just staring at a dirty wall.
I knew that I was innocent, but it didn't seem to matter. Living in Azkaban must be worse than living as a rat, but at least Pettigrew wasn't living it up as some sort of hero – at least he wasn't completely free.
I don't know how long it was before I felt the tears leak from the corners of my eyes and run down my face, I don't know how long I cried for either. There was nobody there to see me, nobody there to laugh and, quite frankly, I wouldn't have given a shit if there were.
At the beginning I was afraid to cry just in case I couldn't stop. I realised now that it didn't matter. I had all the time in the world to cry.
Crying didn't help. It didn't help anything. Crying couldn't bring people back, crying couldn't get me out of Azkaban and crying couldn't help Harry.
Thanks to everyone who reviewed chapter 3: Danz, Loki Mischeif-Maker, Naoko-san and child-of-scorpio. The next chapter shall be the last (breakout!). I'm not sure when the next update of 'You Can Trust Me' will be - might be a while, as I'm going away next week.
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Tanya