Innocent
"I didn't do it!" The scream echoed down the hall.
"You have the wrong guy!"
"I'm innocent!"
After a while the screams stopped, as they always do. After a while everyone accepts their fate, and either gives in or holds on. Those who give in have it easier; they spend their last few years in a dull state of peace, having their souls slowly devoured by the dementors. Those who decide to hold on find themselves in immense pain – emotionally and physically – and spend years in torture just to keep their mind their own.
All of this was different for one in-mate. Sirius Black. Brought in kicking and screaming, the man spent the next four years wearing his throat hoarse by screaming his innocence. The next were spent in pain as the dememtors came and came again. They could sense that Sirius had a lot to give, and was finding a way not to give it. While most of the other people trapped in Azkaban actually deserved to be there, Sirius was innocent. This meant that he had the most reason, of anyone else, to hold on – to fight.
Sirius wanted to get out, he wanted to fight. He wanted to see his Godson, and find his best friend. He wanted to eat proper food, and drink some rum. He wanted to kill Peter Pettigrew, and to take a shower.
Twelve years; that's how long he was stuck. That's how long he fought, and how long he planned his escape. After twelve years, Sirius was about to do everything he wanted to.
Almost.
A/N: Words – 263
Cornelius Agrippa (B) – "Write about someone who has been punished unfairly, or for something they didn't do."