One Year Later:

Sirius sat in his cell in Azkaban, desperate clinging to what he knew was true, and what he knew wasn't. He was imprisoned for the murder of his best friends. He was framed by Peter, and no one believed him, not even Remus.

He spent every day locked in a cell, for a crime he not only didn't commit, but one that left him raw with sadness.

He had lost almost everyone he had ever cared about, and now the only people left thought he was responsible for it.

He was Sirius Black. A Murderer. The Mole in the Order.

Peter had made sure he took the fall for everything.

Sirius was haunted by the vision of his face. He wanted to kill him.

His life was miserable. Death would be better.

The only thing he could cling to, was that Doe had never had to him like this.