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Thinking. That was something he didn't want to do. Being in Azkaban
gave
you two things, time and pain. Time to dwell on all of your awful
memories,
and pain from remembering them. The memories couldn't cause physical
pain,
but could leave behind emotional damage that was beyond repair.
He constantly remembered every single bad memory is his life and
every
time he tried to think of something happy, the Dementors gathered at
his
cell, sucking away the last few wisps of the joyful memory.
Lily and James. They had died because of him. No, not because
of
him, but because of the slimy git Peter. Peter had betrayed
them.
James and Lily died to protect Harry, who was now going to live with
Lily's
horrid sister and husband. If only I had never switched the Secret
Keeper
to Peter. Maybe they would be alive. He kept thinking of the what
ifs
and maybes. I should have never of switched, was all he could think
of.
The rotting smell had returned; it smelt of cold seawater and
vomit.
"I just want to die, just to die, and tell Lily and James that
I
am sorry that they had to die, that Harry will grow up with his
nasty
relatives, that I failed them." Death was probable when you
where
in Azkaban, you even prayed for it.
~*~*~*~*~
"James, It must be Remus - he must be working for
Voldemort,"
insisted a young Sirius Black.
"You're right, I suppose," sighed James heavily. "There's
no
way that Voldemort would think to use Peter, and I know you would
rather
die than betray us."
"You're right, I would."
~*~*~*~*~
"No!!! James!!! Lily!!! I swear I would never betray
you!"
A grown man cried softly as he continues to remember all of the
painful
memories in his life.
~*~*~*~*~
"Sirius, just in case Lily and I don't make it through
this,
will you be Harry's Godfather?" asked James Potter.
"Nothing is going to happen to you, I
promise."
~*~*~*~*~
A promise said, a promise broken. "James, if there is one
thing
I would change, it would not be switching the Secret Keeper job, it
would
have been me not making all of those promises that I did."
~*~*~*~*~
Near the wreckage of a house blown apart, a howl of a dog is
heard.
A man of about twenty hunts through the remains.
"James! Lily! Harry!" the exasperated man yells.
Sorting through the wreckage, he notices a man lying on the
ground,
looking untouched. "James!" he cries, "No! Please, please, please
wake
up..." but the man remains still, never to wake again.
A soft cry of a child is heard, and the man remembers his
godson.
He picked up a bundle of robes out of the dead mother's arms,
and
finds his godson, alive. He hears the oncoming footsteps of a
giant.
"Sirius, I must take him, Dumbledore's orders," says
the
giant. The man reluctantly hands over his godson.
"Here- take my motorbike. I won't be needing it
anymore."
~*~*~*~*~
"I am sorry James, Lily, Harry. I failed you. I will keep one
promise;
I promise Peter will get what's coming to him.
A couple of hours later the Minister of Magic walks by his
cell.
"Sir, may I have your newspaper, I miss doing the
crosswords."
The minister looks at him, shocked that he still is sane after
thirteen
years. But he hands him the paper.
That night when he went to sleep, the guards heard Sirius Black
muttering
words in his sleep.
"He's at Hogwarts, He's at Hogwarts….."
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Azkaban, or the Dementors
(thank
god). And sadly, I also do not own, Sirius Black!
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