The treasonist
It was mid summer when I unrolled the Daily Prophet and read the head line. "Black escaped." My mind stopped, frozen to the day so many years ago that I had read a similar headline. But this was different; the picture blinking up at me this time was only a shadow of the human I had known, the human I had loved. But there he was nonetheless. Sirius it would seem could not even be held by the gnawing sorrow and despair that was supposed to haunt that island.
Tossing the newspaper to one side, onto a tea table already stacked high with parchment, I walked solidly into the kitchen; my stomach growling for a slightly belated breakfast. But the nagging picture, its meaning, and its significance wouldn't let me alone for a second. Was Sirius out just to get him? Was this all some horrible joke? Was Sirius... Was Sirius some how in the depths of improbability innocent? I shook my head violently, nearly dropping the milk jug he had just pulled out of the fridge in the process. He had already been over this. Sirius was a traitor! Soon a comforting rage filled him towards the offender.
Pouring myself a glass of orange juice I found that I couldn't simply get it into the glass, my hand where shaking so hard from my nerves. Every morning chirp sounded like the cracking of a stick under an intruder's foot. Not that Sirius would be in human form anyway; he would most likely come disguised as the black dog that he could turn into at will. That was even worse. How could I suddenly go to the Ministry of Magic and tell them about Sirius' animagus abilities? They had already questioned me over and over time and time again; telling them might book me my own cell in Azkaban.
There was, beyond the blatant politics of the thing, there was Dumbledore. One of the few men who had ever trusted me; this would openly spitting in his face. Oh yes you gave me a chance, a chance no one else would have given me, and look what I did with it. I pulled other students selfishly into breaking the rules, endangering others lives, simply so that I could belong and be happy. I collapsed into a near by kitchen chair, my body practically totally limp. Crying, crying, crying more then I had ever cried since I had received the bight; a thing that had probably set off all these events in the first place. For the first time in my grown up life I wished I was small once more, small enough to curl up in my mother's lap and cry my worries away.
A/N this is not a slash fic, despite mentions of love between to people of the same gender. Just thought I would mention that for people as I am firmly against slash in any shape or form. I would, after all, give of my life for those I count as true friends, so yes I do love them.