Sirius 100.1 (050, Years)
Title: Twelve Years
Author: lcviolin07
Prompt set: 100.1
Prompt: 050, Years
Word Count: 359
Summary: In Azkaban, Sirius remembers twelve years ago
Rating: G
Disclaimer: It’s not my sandbox, I only play in it.
I’ve been in here for twelve years. Twelve long, hard, and dreary years. Twelve years without sun, warmth and friendship. Everything was stolen from me twelve years ago.
They say that after so many years, a person goes mad in here. There’s always darkness, rain and not a smile to be found. I’m not mad yet. I still have that one thought… I know I’m innocent.
It’s been twelve years since I’ve seen her face. James’ sweet Lily flower. She wasn’t mind… no, never mine. Though, I couldn’t help but think of what might have happened if James hadn’t realized he loved her. I liked her long before James did… but when he told me how much he liked her, I backed off. It was the gentlemanly thing to do. But…maybe we might have had a change…
Remus left me to rot in here twelve years ago. He believed what they said… that I’d gone to the “Dark Side” and helped murder two of my best friends. He believed I’d killed Peter and those twelve innocent muggles. I hadn’t killed Peter then, but I sure would now if given the chance.
I suppose I don’t blame Remus. All the evidence is there. If I was him, I’d have believed it too. But still, to not once visit, not once in twelve years…
James… I still see his face like it was twelve years ago. His eyes were opened, blank. His glasses were crooked on his nose. I cried. For the second time in my life, I cried. Mother always told me and Regulus, “Men in the Black family never cry.” I cried when I was sorted into Gryffindor (in the privacy of my own room of course) and when I saw his face. My best mate, my brother… gone.
Poor, innocent Harry. Barely over a year old and now an orphan. No magical family left: James and Lily dead, and I’m here… rotting in prison. I don’t even know where he is right now, maybe with Lily’s sister. He probably has no idea who we are…
Twelve years I’ve been here. Twelve years and now I plan my escape.