Sirius
Psychotic
He had laughed when they took him away. Talked to Fudge like a normal person. Yet they called him psychotic.
Fake
He wasn't guilty. He didn't belong here. But he had to fake it until he could escape.
Amazing
It was amazing that no one had visited him. He would've thought that Remus would have the courtesy to come and lecturing him on all that he had done wrong.
Tattered Edges
He glanced at the tattered edges of his robe that were much too big for him. He was close –he pictured himself in his Animagus form slipping between the bars.
Hero
He his name should be cleared. The reunion with his best friend and godson was far too short. He was running again. Sirius Black wasn't meant to be a hero.
In Love
Sirius wondered if he was the only one who could see it. In the years he had known the werewolf he had never seemed so happy. Moony was in love.
Let Me Out
Sirius had spent over a decade in Azkaban. But he had never felt more trapped then he did inside Grimmauld Place. He wanted to be let out.
Sickness
He was sick of it all. Sick of the screams of his mother, sick of lectures of Molly Weasley, sick of the hallways and rooms he despised.
Rainbow
His tail wagged, he snapped at birds, making Harry laugh. In the distance he could see what was a rainbow – and even though he was colorblind it made him happy.
Tired
He had known as soon as the spell had hit him and his balance had slipped that this was the end. It was a long battle and he was tired.