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Last time:

"I don't mean to sound rude, but who are you?" Harry asked.

The man broke into a sad smile, the first in over ten years. "I am Sirius Black. I am your godfather."

Chapter 2:

'My godfather. I never knew that I have a godfather. Why wasn't I told this before? Surely someone must have known.' Harry thought, completely forgetting that he was in a strange cold cell because of the shocking news he had just received.

"Why did I have to stay with the Dursleys if you are my godfather? Did you not want me?" Harry asked, slightly sad at the thought of another person who did not want him in his or her life.

"No Harry, of course I wanted to raise you." Sirius said. "But as you can see there were a few things keeping me from being able to have custody of you."

Harry looked around, finally remembering that he was in a cell.

"Where are we exactly?" Harry asked. "It looks like we are in a prison."

"Well, we are actually. How did you even get here? You didn't come the normal way a visitor would come. They also would not be allowed to go into the cells. Does anyone know that you are here?" Sirius asked, finally getting over his shock at seeing Harry to realize that his godson just appeared into his prison cell.

"I don't think that anyone knows where I am. You see, I was flooing to Diagon Alley from my friend Ron's house, I have never used floo before, and I guess I pronounced it wrong because I ended up landing in this creepy shop. As I was trying to find a way out Malfoy, he is sort of my enemy in school, and his dad came into the shop. I didn't want them to see me so I went to hid in a cabinet. When I opened it up, I saw this mirror and went to pick it up. Then I felt this weird feeling and ended up here with you." Harry said, confusion lacing his voice as he spoke in a panicked tone.

"You probably landed in Borgin and Burke's. That can happen if you mispronounce Diagon Alley. It happened to me when I was younger as well." Sirius said. "As for the mirror, it sounds like a portkey."

"What's a portkey?" Harry asked, interrupting Sirius.

"A portkey is an enchanted object that when touched will transport the one or ones who touch it to anywhere on the globe decided upon by the enchanter." Sirius explained. "A portkey can be any sort of seemly harmless object, like a football or a dolphin."

"A dolphin" Harry asked.

"Well not actually a dolphin but you get the point, right?" Sirius said in a rather gleeful tone. "In your case it just so happened to be a mirror. But why would someone have a portkey that would send someone to my cell in Azkaban?"

"You never did explain why you where in prison." Harry said.

"Oh yeah, guess I forgot to tell you didn't I? Well, I was a bit busy trying to figure out how you got here. Anyway, get comfortable because it's a long story, not that you can get very comfortable in here." Sirius said.

"It all starts with a group of four Gryffindors. I became friends with your father on the Hogwarts Express in the beginning of our first year. All of the compartments were full and so when I saw him sitting by himself, I asked him if I could sit with him. He came from a Light family where as all of my family were known for being Dark. He said yes and by the end of the trip we became friends along with two other boys our age, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew." Sirius said. "The four of us became best friends throughout the years. We caused more trouble than anyone had ever done before. James and I got ourselves into more detentions in one year than most people had in their entire lives. We became illegal animagi. I became a black dog, as you saw earlier, James became a stag, and Peter became a rat. We called ourselves the Marauders." Sirius took a break to recollect his thoughts.

"A few years after we had graduated Hogwarts, you were born. James and Lily picked me to be your godfather. I was so happy and I promised that I would do anything for you. I even promised to turn you into a proper Marauder. Your mother wasn't quite happy at that promise. Nothing happened until about a year after you were born. Dumbledore came to James and Lily saying that Voldemort was going to come after you. He wanted them to go into hiding under the Fidelus charm. It is a charm that allows a person to never be found unless their Secret Keeper tells someone. James and Lily picked me to be their Secret Keeper. At first I agreed, but a few months after I realized that I would be the obvious choice. Everyone knew I was James' best friend. I didn't want Voldemort to find your family because they managed to torture the answers out of me, so I decided that they should switch Secret Keepers. That's where I made my first mistake."

Sirius's eyes were filled with regret and sorrow as he continued his sad story.

"I told James and Lily that they should make Peter their Secret Keeper. He would be a less obvious choice. No one would expect it to be Peter. He was always so quiet that everyone would forget about him. So they made the switch. In order to keep their location secret, we told no one of the switch in Secret Keeper. That was my next mistake."

"Peter turned out to betray us all and became a death eater, a follower of Voldemort. After we made him the Secret Keeper, he went to Voldemort with the location. That Halloween Voldemort came to your house and killed your parents and tried to kill you. When I found out what had happened, I knew that Peter had betrayed us. I went to look for him, to make him pay for betraying us. I managed to get him cornered but he decided to blow up the street behind him killing 13 muggles before cutting off his finger and changing into his rat animangus form. At that point the only thing I could do was laugh. How could we possibly be fooled like that? How could Peter do that to us, his best friends? He was the last person anyone would think of that would become a traitor. The Aurors came and arrested me; after all I was just standing there by myself, a blown up street behind me. So now I have been in Azkaban ever since." Sirius said sadly.

"But you were innocent." Harry said. "Didn't they give you a trial?"

"They didn't give me a trial. I was the only one at the crime scene. All the evidence pointed to me. I was from a notoriously Dark family. Everyone thought it was a matter of time before I showed my true colors." Sirius said. "They were surprised that I didn't turn to the Dark side sooner."

"That doesn't seem fair. You did not do anything wrong and yet you have been thrown in jail for years now without having a chance to explain your side of the story." Harry said.

"Well, that's the way the ministry was back then, still is. And so that is why I was never able to take care of you." Sirius sighed. "No one has ever been able to escape from Azkaban."

"So what exactly is Azkaban? I know it is some sort of prison." Harry asked, wondering how no one had been able to escape it, people escaped from muggle prisons all the time.

"Azkaban is the wizarding prison." Sirius explained. "It is guarded by a fleet of Dementors."

"What's a Dementor?" Harry asked, interrupting Sirius once again.

"A Dementor is-" Sirius was cut off by a sudden sense of cold and the feeling that he would never being able to be happy again.

The Dementors had come to do their rounds of Azkaban.

The last thing that Harry heard was the sound of a woman screaming before his world faded into darkness.

AN: That's all for chapter 2. Inspiration struck last night and this chapter was born. I don't know when it will be updated next. Whenever inspiration strikes, I guess. P.S. Did you find the AVPM references? They are totally awesome.