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Cold. Cold, cold, cold, cold, cold. It was cold and dark, dank and miserable.
Miserable. Miserable, miserable, miserable, miserable, miserable. No happiness whatsoever, no thoughts other than terrible happenings.
Innocence. Innocence, innocence, innocence, innocence, innocence. He didn't belong here. He wasn't guilty of those hideous crimes. He hadn't betrayed them.
Betrayed. Betrayed, betrayed, betrayed, betrayed, betrayed. It wasn't him, it was Peter. Peter was the one who was responsible, Peter was the traitor. Peter betrayed James, Lily, Harry. Peter betrayed him.
Insanity. Insanity, insanity, insanity, insanity, insanity. He wasn't insane…he was just a normal man forced to live in an insane world.
Black. Black, black, black, black, black. Everything was black. His heart was black. His mind was black. He was black. Sirius Black.
Rat. Rat, rat, rat, rat, rat. He wasn't the rat. Remus wasn't the rat. Peter was the rat. It all fit so perfectly now. Peter was the spy, he was responsible.
Responsible. Responsible, responsible, responsible, responsible, responsible. Peter was responsible. But he was responsible. He should now be responsible for Harry. But he's not. He was responsible for their deaths. But it's not his fault.
Death. Death, death, death, death, death. They're all dead. And he wishes he were too. He should be dead. He deserved to be dead. Peter deserved to be dead. Lily and James deserve to be alive.
Life. Life, life, life, life, life. Harry was alive. How was Harry alive? How did he survive? How did he become the Boy Who Lived? How did he deserve to have no family, no normality?
Normal. Normal, normal, normal, normal, normal. Because nothing was normal any more. Everything had changed. Life had changed. Life had gone on for some…but not for him.
Change. Change, change, change, change, change. Change is good, right? Wrong. Change is hideous. Change is unwanted, unneeded. Change is what got him locked in this tiny cell.
Unwanted. Unwanted, unwanted, unwanted, unwanted, unwanted. He was no longer wanted in society. Oh, how things had changed. He used to be popular, he used to be loved. But now his 3 best friends were gone. One dead, one a betrayer and one a believer of his guilt. Now the only love he would get would be the Dementor's kiss which would undoubtedly be inevitable.
Inevitable. Inevitable, inevitable, inevitable, inevitable, inevitable. Things could have been prevented. But the future can't. His future was inevitable. He would rot in Azkaban until the day he died.
Azkaban. Azkaban, Azkaban, Azkaban, Azkaban, Azkaban. It was where he would rot. It was where he would live, where he would die. Where he would scream, where he would starve. It was the place he would hate, the place he would love. The happiness was gone, but one thought remained- innocence.
"You done with that paper, minister?" he said not letting his emotions show. He was bored, that was the role he needed to play now. He had always been a great actor. He was not dying on the inside, he was just bored. "I miss doing the crossword."
"Yeah," the minister said sounding unnerved. "Have it."
And there on the front page was the rat. Peter. The betrayer. The rat.
"He's at Hogwarts."
Sirius Black would escape that night.