Chapter 1
Home At Last
Life had not been easy for Sirius Black, what with growing up in a family full of dark wizards, being sorted into the very house they hated, making friends with the "wrong sort", running away, and finally, being put into Azkaban.
But, despite the struggles of his life, he had never once lost his mirth, never lost the essence of who he was. He was, indeed, a marauder at heart, and always would be.
Even though he was locked up in Azkaban with the dementors, he managed to keep himself sane, managed to not completely give over to the madness that cam with being a Black. Although clouded with regret, he still managed to survive.
For the first time in his six years of life in Azkaban, he questioned his sanity as he heard the announcement.
Lord Sirius Black was going to be given a trial.
The man in question just stared dazedly at the Auror that just came in with the announcement.
Maybe he had lost his mind. Maybe he had given in to the Black madness.
Or maybe, just maybe, this meant that he was dying. He could be with James.
He could be with James, his home.
Home, at last.