Disclaimer: yeah, I got it. it's insulting enough as it is.
so i hope everyone likes this one! I'm going to kind of alternate between Harry, Dany, and Sirius for a while, so here is Sirius' chapter!
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Stars.
I am a man of constant sorrow
I've seen trouble all my day.
For six long years I've been in trouble
No pleasures here on earth I found
For in this world I'm bound to ramble
I have no friends to help me now.
It's fare thee well my old lover
I never expect to see you again
For I'm bound to ride that northern railroad
Perhaps I'll die upon this train.
~I am a Man of Constant Sorrow, The Soggy Bottom Boys
Sirius Black was miserable. He was hiding in the corner of his cell in Azkaban, trying to remember the light. As the years inevitably suffered on, this became more and more difficult. Where he could remember entire nights before, and many of them, he could now only remember two or three complete nights and many flashes. James' smirk. Dany's hair. Lily's eyes. Remus' laugh. There were exactly three happy nights he could remember fully. Lily and James' wedding, Harry's birth, and his own wedding.
The rest of the nights were tragic. The night they lost Alice and Frank to insanity. The night Marlene was killed. The he found Lily and James' bodies. The night Dany was ripped away from him as he was dragged to Azkaban. He could still hear her screams. Those were the easy memories to recall. His wedding: the flowers in Dany's hair, the grin on James' face before she walked down the isle, Lily's whisper of "treat her right or I'll kill you. Even if I'm dead, I'll come back form the grave to kill you. And then I'll kill you in the afterlife. Again." His wedding was becoming incredibly difficult to remember with the detail that he could remember the single tear halted mid-track on James' cold cheek. He could remember Dany's sobs for Lily better than he could remember her halting gasping vows at their wedding, or her tears at their Godson's birth.
"Hey, now let's be optimistic and give Jamsie and his lovely bride over there, six months of marriage. Ow…ow…fine, eight months, but I'm not going any higher, babe."
"Sirius, for the love of God, it's your brother's wedding day."
"I know Dany, that's why I gotta be so hard on him: he's my brother. But anyways man, I think that Lily is literally the best thing to ever happen to you since, like, us."
"Damn straight we are. This is why I married him, Lils. He knows how great I am."
"Shut up and wait for your speech, Danilynn."
"Oh, you hear that, love? The bride just used your full name. This is getting serious up in here. But anyways, treat that lovely girl over there right because I'm pretty sure that Dany will kill you if you don't and because I'm her husband, I'm going to be required to help or at least be neutral in that. So, good luck man getting your shit together. Oh, and Lils? Be aware that he may or may not talk in his sleep. But on the bright side, seven years of sharing a room has led to the discovery that it's pretty funny. And even funnier to record."
"Padfoot! Don't tell her that!"
"Sorry, man. She needs to know, best-man-to-bride."
That's all he could remember of his speech, but then again, that might have been all there was. He couldn't really remember. As pathetic as it seemed, he found it helpful to say who he was out loud. Sure, it sounded like he was going mad, but then again, most people in this place were already a tad, if not completely, insane.
"My name is Sirius Orion Black. I am married to Danilynn Charlotte Masters, who took my surname of Black. We were married at the age of 17 on July 23, 1977. My best man was James Charlus Potter. Dany's Maid-of-Honor was Lily Evans. James and Lily were married September 12, 1977 and we were their best man and Matron-of-Honor. I am the Godfather of Harry James Potter. I am innocent. I am an innocent man. I love my wife. I love my godson. I am innocent. I—I was an Auror. So were Dany, Lily, and James. I fought for the light." It was like a mantra. Sirius Black. Dany. July 23. James. Lily. Harry. Innocent. Innocent. Innocent.
Just as he was repeating the mantra for the third time, the Dementors disappeared and a man's voice filled the hallway outside his cell.
"Come on, Shacklebolt, let's get this damn inspection over with. I want to get back to my office before four." Sirius looked up. The Minister. "Speaking of which, where's Masters? Isn't she supposed to be on shift for this month?" This got his attention. There was only one living Masters left: Dany.
"She took a personal day. Something about her Godson." Harry. Dany was with Harry.
"You know I still don't understand why the Wizengamot has been so lenient with her. That entire family has been a menace since they took office two thousand years ago."
"Minister…Danilynn Masters may be an Auror but she also has more money than God. Not to mention that her father was Minister during the early 70s. Rumor has it that she married Sirius Black, too. If that's true she's the only heir to the Masters' family fortune and the last free person bearing the last name Black, which means she also has more power than God, too." Kingsley Shacklebolt said in his slow voice. Sirius remembered him dimly, but he had been only in training during the first war.
"Ah, yes, money speaks louder than words with some of those old coots. Most of them, actually. Not to mention the power that comes along with one of those surnames, let alone both. Speaking of Blacks…here we are."